“The Mummy? Wow,” said the dude tearing tickets at the movie theater on Monday morning.
The Mummy is the kind of movie you see on a weekday morning when you’re unemployed, and the water is turned off in your building for plumbing repairs so you have to spend the day out of your apartment, and Seattle museums are too expensive (MoPOP is $33, are you kidding me?), and there are no conveniently early show times for Wonder Woman at any local theater. Under no circumstances other than those should anyone see The Mummy.
Scratch that. Even under those circumstances, don’t see The Mummy. Learn from my mistake.
I was going to do a whole blog post detailing the somewhat shocking awfulness of The Mummy, but it seems like every single movie critic has that territory covered already, so I’m just going to move on. I can usually find something to love about even the biggest and dumbest of big summer movies, but The Mummy broke my soul.
We’re adjusting to Seattle nicely. Seattle is beautiful! The weather is perfect! We can turn on our oven in June without melting from the blast of heat! We don't miss New York.
And we now have our stuff, at long last. Our apartment looks good. My sister and I are sharing a studio, instead of our nice roomy two-bedroom place in Queens, and we haven’t murdered each other yet, so all is well.
Our place looks much better filled with our books and rugs.
|I have a new phone, and it takes really tall, skinny photos. Dunno.|
I’ve rigged up a curtain to give myself the illusion of a bedroom. It’s working out nicely thus far.
I found the cool sinister cat sculpture at the top of this post today in a box of junk someone was throwing out on the curb down the block. I figure there’s no way it isn’t cursed, right? It fits in well with our decor, particularly with our Antiquities Room, which was a thing we decided we needed.
|Every home should have an Antiquities Room!|
We’ve embarked upon a scientific and rigorous quest to find the best doughnuts in Seattle. These are from the fabulously-named General Porpoise: vanilla custard, lemon curd, honey yogurt, chocolate marshmallow, and apple rhubarb. They’re all quite lovely! Good, distinct fillings combined with a nice, light yeast dough. Thumbs up. Have I had better? Yes—my heart still belongs to New York’s glorious Doughnut Plant. But these were nonetheless very tasty.
A pair of Duran comics that I don't think I've had the chance to post here yet:
For the video of the week, let’s go with… oh, how about Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”? (Seattle is all about eighties music, by the way. After coming from the airport and picking up keys to our apartment, we ran out for toilet paper and coffee, et cetera. Our local grocery store was blasting the Miami Vice theme when we walked in, and I swear, I almost burst into tears. These are my people!).
Have a lovely weekend, all.