It's there at your command

Went to meet some internet locals at a Dunn Bros downtown, which was an amazing adventure because I did not actually know where this Dunn Bros was, nor was I quite sure of which bus I needed to ride, and also it is approximately -300 degrees outside before windchill. I had to call Mara as I wandered aimlessly across streets and avenues so she could give me directions. Then my phone died, so I just picked a direction and went. It was the right direction. I have never been happier in my life to find myself in a coffee shop.

Eventually I thawed out as more internet goons accumulated, and we took off to Block E to watch "Children of Men." Which I loved. Then all of the 21+ age group (aside from yours truly) took off for the bars, and the rest of us took off for home. Which was another adventure, because by midnight the buses are either infrequent or not running at all, and I wasn't sure I was getting on the bus bound in the right direction, but I couldn't afford to be wrong because who knows when the next bus would pass? I lucked out and got the right way. Now I am home, slowly thawing by the light of the computer monitor. I have to be up in six hours to go to work. DAMN YOU WORK

Also, I was all braced against the cold wind and not really looking where I was going and I hit my head on the Mary Tyler Moore statue in Nicollet Mall. I will probably feel stupid about that for the rest of my life.

Children of Men really was an excellent movie. There's always been a little corner of my heart dedicated to all things post-apocolyptic, and this movie had such a gritty surreality to it that all at once you were removed from the now and a little frightened by the echoes of possibility.

And, y'know, having Clive Owen as the lead is nothing to shake a stick at.