And it did take place on a plane. Other than that, Snakes on a Plane had didn’t have any redeeming qualities. Samuel L. Jackson is doing the same tired stuff he’s been doing for that past few years–playing in roles that make him out to be a badass because he can get away with it. He was too long in the tooth for the role and it showed–his movements were stiff and aged. The acting was terrible. The writing was awful. The delivery of those lines was flat. It was shocking and gross just to be shocking and gross. It wasn’t really funny. It tried to be campy in parts…

I had enough boxes and containers to form a single layer on the bottom of a 10 foot U-Haul truck. The furniture I took home (nightstands, a would-be coffee table, and a bookshelf) laid on top. Too much stuff. I need to throw away a lot more. Driving the U-Haul was amazing. I almost sideswiped two cars before I learned about the little mirrors that let me see right next to the truck. But the truck handled like a dream and had some umph. If that’s evidence of how GMC makes trucks, I’m impressed. The 12-ish miles per gallon was for the birds, though. Luckily, it only took one tank…

So it looks like when I leave Nashville (TN) today, I will have completely moved out from my parents’ living space. What I don’t take back is getting given away or thrown out. I just feel sorry for WO, though, because my stuff may dominate the apartment for a while…