One of these things is not like the other...

I'm awake with a head-ache, after a dream where I was lost in an airport. Bleh.

I forgot to blog a funny moment yesterday morning. I went for coffee with three of the four Kinesiology instructors whose offices are in the same suite as mine. We brought back our Tim's, and sat around talking. I'm fairly social with them, and have been working with them for just over a year, and while I've felt different from them for what they're interested in (mostly their families) and what they do (lecture) it was surprising to me to discover all of these in the same conversation:

All of them have two-car garages. All of them have a new HD TV, on which they watched new movies they all agreed were great which I hadn't felt much need to see, like "The Bourne Ultimatum."

Should I be at all surprised that none of them had heard of Pedro Almodovar, and none had ever heard of "Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown"? One remarked on the title as peculiar- and I spent a minute describing the movie to them, which I think didn't go far toward convincing any of them they needed to see it. I don't know; I was surprised; I expected they might have recalled the title. On the other hand, of the movies they gave thumbs-up to, I thought "The Rock" might be an action movie set in Newfoundland. _{Well, not really.}

I feel vaguely like bats22's sister: "they don't watch Spanish world cinema! How can it be?"

(Though of course if it were her, it would have to be some aspect of normal life that she discovered by reading legal briefs, not by, y'know, sitting around over coffee...)

K, time to go back to bed now.