I want my space

Ok, as many of you may or may not know… I have a roommate. (Well, two actually.) And for the most part it’s not that big of a deal. I mean, assistance with the rent is always a plus. And, usually the roommate hangs out in the basement, almost like his own little apartment down there. Now, during the initial move-in, that downstairs was supposed to be my area, but I’m fine with it NOT being my area, as that means the living room becomes much more of my area. That’s where my PC resides, as well as my PS2 with the Guitar Hero controller. Looking through our Magic Mirror (ala Romper Room), we also see a stack of comics, a stack of unwatched DVDs, a record player – yeah, finally got one of those, and some discarded socks. So you see, it is kind of MY PALACE. Though lately, all I needed was the corner of the room where my rig resides (rig is slang for PC. See, I keep you people in the know. This is officially an educational blog. Maybe there’s a grant somewhere for me?) So, if I’m in the corner, that’s fine.
   Well, here of late, the roommate has been spending more and more time outside his dungeon, and this doesn’t fit into my plans at all. Not one bit. The other day I was churning along the information superhighway, scouring the internet for the latest porn news on the latest games and technology, minding my own, when the roommate decided to search for a snack while eating a piece of string cheese. Loudly. Mid string, he decided that reading over my shoulder and munching at high decibels would better serve his time then finding his inevitable bag of popcorn.

This annoyed me.

My thoughts were something like this: “If you’re gonna eat your stupid piece of stupid cheese, don’t do it so fucking loudly. Instead, take your stupid head with the stupid cheese and get out of my precious personal space.”

Logical, right?

Anyway, it’s actually been a build up. It’s just that everytime I have an idea to do something, there he is standing around, annoying me.

Ok, I really want to go off on this subject some more, including money talk, but you guys don’t come to me for the hate… you come for the geek lubbin’. And Geek Lub I shall give.

The last two movies I’ve (unsuccessfully) watched were Mirrormask and The Ultimate Avengers movie.

  Mirrormask had some crazy visuals, and the story was pretty interesting (it was written by one of my current literary heroes Neil Gaiman). Unfortunately, I slept through a large chunk of the middle, missing what I assumed were some extremely stunning visuals.
The same happened with the animated Avengers Movie.

  I obviously have become developed narcolepsy triggered by anticipated movie viewing. Thank God I didn’t have this during Star Wars Episode 3. That would have pissed my right the fuck off.
Anyway, I’ll try to return to the movies, and see if I can recommend either of them. I have a feeling I will be able to, so you might want to go ahead and check them out. Especially that Mirrormask movie.