At this rate, I'll be late for my own funeral

Apparently no matter what time I get up or what I spend my morning doing, I will not make it in to work until 9:30 of late. This is a problem.

In other news of problems, we watched Velvet Goldmine last night. It's transfixing in parts, but only partly because of the prettiness. A lot of it is transfixing due to sheer awfulness; featherynscale has a more complete review, but it's a movie that's crying out for a "Good Parts" version, a la The Princess Bride.