Spider-man, spider-man, friendly neighborhood spider-man...

Good flick. Lots of fun. Angie and I saw it last night, then met up with Wayne, Laura and Jordan afterward. For reasons I can't quite understand, Laura is apparently vehemently opposed to Spider-man. I told her that she's probably evil, or at least not human, and definitely not American. She seemed to take it pretty well.

So, with unemployment looming, I can't really justify spending any money on, well, anything. (Except Spider-man, evidently. And the new Star Wars. And Men in Black II. And... sigh.) However, there is a loophole: I can still spend money on the house, as that's, well, house money. And lets face it -- if worst comes to worst and we have to sell (not that I think that will happen, Wendy!) it'll be a hell of a lot easier to do if there aren't, say, gaping holes in the bathroom wall. And the vanity in my bathroom is pretty scungy. And if I'm getting the walls redone, I might as well get new towel bars and such. And... but you get the idea. So I've spent the weekend looking at bathroom stuff. I'm thinking white tile floors, white vanity, dark blue paint below the chair rail, silver-toned accessories, that sort of thing. Except cheap. Because even if it's house money, that doesn't mean I've got buckets of it to spend.

Now I just have to nail down when the damn contractor is coming to do the work. He's good, once he gets started, but scheduling with him can be a bitch. Fortunately, I worked in trade magazines for a while, and therefore am perfectly capable of calling at half-hour intervals until I get the answer I want.