Day Sixty-One: Dropping Tablets and Cutting Hairs

8/13/14, 12:01 AM PDT

Dad arrived today, a fact that my mom is not too happy about. My other grandma arrived too, a fact that my mom is much happier about. This morning, I was tasked with bringing her stuff to her room, which consisted of two purses, a smartphone, and a tablet. It should have been no problem for a man of my physique.

Basically.

I had a death grip on all that stuff. A white-knuckle, space-Alcatraz, we-will-not-let-you-go death grip.

But my grandma's tablet made a jailbreak. It made the most explosive cracking sound ever. And the back of the tablet broke.

As broken as my future.

I. PANICKED. Literally less than five minutes after she landed, I managed to break something of hers. And not just any old thing either, a TABLET. TECHNOLOGY.

Over a thousand years old and I managed
to break it.

It was only the back plating though, it's not like the screen shattered or anything. And on closer inspection, the damage wasn't too bad either. I put the wires back into the tablet's body and after a bit of ingenuity, I put the back plating back.

Good as new. Right?

In less tragic news (or more tragic, depending on who you are), we went to the mall again today. I got me a haircut.

You don't need to see the rest of me, right?

And I also played with Ice again. The niece, not the state of water.

Yeah, she's smiling, but she secretly wants
to murder me for taking pictures of her.

Ice, about to do the Five Point Palm Exploding
Heart Technique.

My family watched a movie too. My mom, my dad, and my sister watched the Ninja Turtles movie. I, having something against Michael Bay movies, opted to watch Lucy alone.

How dare you do this to me, Michael Bay.

And I mean I watched it ALONE. There was literally NO ONE ELSE in the theater with me. An auditorium for 40, 50 people and I was the only one in it.

It was wonderful. I got to comment as LOUD as I wanted to at whatever happened in the movie, a privilege which I took full advantage of because there's just SO MUCH going on in Lucy that it gets confusing as hell.

Of course, when that random checker dude came in every so often, I'd shut up and pretend that I was a normal, civilized moviegoer. Which of course, that day I wasn't.

RFotD: Lucy would've been a good movie if it weren't so confusing. I mean first it's acting like a revenge movie, then it's all philosophical, then it turns into an episode of Through The Wormhole. What?

SGAT: Learned to keep my films concise.