On the beach

On Tuesday night, I watched On The Beach, based on one of my all-time favorite books of that same name. This movie proves why I love Australians :) (when I was talking about the book to a couple of my Australian friends via email, they were the ones who told me that this movie even existed ... it was made by the same production company who made The Dish, another Australian movie I highly recommend).

The book was written in the '50s by an Australian author about a post-apocolyptic world, where Russia and America had a nuclear war, devestating the northern hemisphere. A deadly cloud of radiation slowly moves south, basically making humanity extinct. The book is about a family in southern Australia and a marooned Navy submarine as they wait out their last days. Anyway, the book has a very depressing ending (the extinction of all life on Earth) which makes me cry every time (rare - there are only a few books that make me cry, and only one other movie - E.T.).

So, an Australian filmmaker modernized the topic sometime in the last couple of years (this time the nuclear war starts as a result of China invading Taiwan), but was otherwise VERY true to the original book (except for occasional emailing). It was one of those movies that you were actually glad they turned the book into a movie (the only other one I can think of that I feel that way about is Harry Potter). The whole movie I was hoping for a happy ending, of course, some pocket of radiation free earth for humanity to survive. No such luck. But still I highly recommended it (for a tear-jerker).

So, anyway, it is a very hopeless ending, so, if you are not in the mood for despair, don't watch it, cause you might be convinced to go jump off a bridge or something.

Roommates...

Sounds like Sarah's having problems with her Stanford roommates. I am sure the constant flow of guests is making things quite difficult, its unfortunate. I guess we were really lucky at GT to have roommates we got along with senior year, that way, when angry at them, we let them know, instead of bottling it all up until it bubbles over. (Not like evil bubble girl who only communicated by stacking all the living room rubbish in the middle of the floor or placing dirty dishes in the enterence way, complete with nasty white board messages).

Though I still wonder about many things. Like the disappearance of over half my 12 piece pot/pan set (not accusing anyone of theft, more likely, they used it at someone else's place and just forgot to bring it back - though I admit, I did throw one sauce pan out rather than cleaning up the sludge stuck to the bottom). Just yesterday I discovered a lid to a to a lobster-pot size pot, but no pot. It proves at one time, I did have a pot that went with the lid. Even more amusing was when Sarah was in town, I was totally convinced I had a blender (Karen gave me one as a gift sometime during our college career). As it turns out, now, all I have is a blender LID. I guess things like this just disappear into the void...

(I'm thinking when I come to visit Sarah... when I actually get around to buying tickets... Our Yosemite camping trip will probably go over better than spending the long weekend on her floor).