Self-indulgently geekish Friday night--shutupshutupshutup!

I'm at my computer. troutkitty is on the couch with her BRAND NEW laptop! (For yea, she is the Killer of Laptops, but is also the Purchaser of Extended Warranties. The previous laptop lasted seven months. Plus the two months it took for Future Shop to lose it but good.) queenzulu is sprawled on the floor with George, her laptop. And we're probably all on lj right now...

troutkitty and queenzulu are both cold-ish and were feeling wretched. So the solution was SGA and tequila. Which led to a trip to the video store to rent Century Hotel (because David Hewlett is in it, and naked in bed with another man. And because the premise actually sounded kinda cool--an entire century of the events in the same hotel room, more or less a decade at a time. (ie, Chinese bride in the thirties, sent over to marry a husband she's never met, or the standing arrangement between the businessman and the hooker in the eighties.)

It was a very Canadian movie, with all the prerequisite sex and angst and death (though no necrophilia or incest). But... Canadian like Last Night where all the bits and pieces start fitting together, not like the agonizing Suspicious River. A few of the storylines lacked resolution, and the very end of the movie felt kinda contrived, but it was actually better than I expected. Worth watching even if you're not doing so just for David Hewlett's ass.

Random quote of the evening:" There's nothing like flaily Angel dancing to make you want to watch a movie." That movie, incidentally, wasn't Century Hotel...

And by tomorrow morning, the latest ep of SGA should have downloaded! yay!