In the vein of me only doing like 2 things, work and movies, I just saw “The Island” and work will come soon enough, but let’s not talk about that. Since I depleted my reserve of Netflix, I checked movies online and thought that I was going to have to watch “Fantastic Four” which I’m sure is ok, but wasn’t too looking forward to watching. So, I happened upon “The Island”. I picked up the trailer online, and with that and an IMDB rating of 6.9 I figured that it couldn’t be too bad. And it wasn’t. I’d say that it was excellent, excellent. I highly recommend it. Double-plus-good. It must have reminded me in different ways of over half a dozen movies. Music or people or themes or production design or plot.

Just before I saw the movie, I needed to grab some grub, as it was almost 10pm and I hadn’t eaten in quite a while. I happened upon a Moe’s grill-thingy. It’s like a southwest place. Semi-Mexican food. Got a burrito. But why I’m telling you this is because I noticed this girl, who seemed a little young to be working fast food. Now, this place just opened and was like still in grand opening phase. The lady who was running the register was probably early-mid forties. There were two other ladies, on very grandmotherly and the other about the same age as the lady running the register. So, I came pretty quickly to the conclusion that these were two daughters and a mother who were running this place. And I also decided that this young girl who was working was the register lady’s daughter. Not 5 seconds after I decided this, it was confirmed, as the daughter walked by, hitting the mother in a loving way. This prompted the lady, as I was signing my receipt, to explain that this was in fact her daughter.

The reason I tell you this is because it was just plain weird. I assumed this fact of relation, and then almost instantly it was confirmed. Weird.