( a Quantum of Spoilers herein )
And, James Bond is why we can't have nice things. The Aston Martin, in the first 2 minutes. The Tosca opera. The skylight. The other skylight. The hotel room. The other hotel rooms. The entire fuel-cell-run hotel (that was totally unnecessary, by the way).Yeesh, the body count was actually kind of low (for Bond), but the property damage is gonna break MI-6's budget.
We went to the late-late show (got home around 1AM, still discussing the film) and I think my brain didn't have time to spin down properly. My dreams were all full of logistical failure; trying to coordinate multi-session small-group discussion In Person, with a single clipboard, 5 rooms, 60 people (including late arrivals) and possibly a party going on. For groupwork that (I think) was supposed to happen online. Durrrr... then that gave way to a dream about a G.C. business meeting in which one candidate for a job blocked consensus on the other candidate, zylch inexplicably tackled (in a slow motion, I-love-you-don't-shoot-yourself-in-the-
Oh, and Happy Birthday Larke!