Frozen at movies

There's lots of snow in Connecticut. It's lovely.

The roads are treacherous. Not lovely.

Went to movie. First went to Panera. On the menu was Power Chicken -- with a label next to it identifying it as a "hidden menu item." The Panera clerk at that Panera, when asked about this "hidden" item, admitted that those at this Panera didn't get it either. "We don't understand what Panera is doing."

Ken got the Power Chicken. It may or may not have been good. They forgot to give me my apple. Amanda went and got it. Because that's the kind of thing she does. Then Ken scraped off my car, if you know what I mean.

Then to movie. Plan was to see "Walter Mitty" or "Anchorman" -- or possibly "Wolf of Wall Street." We get to theater. Woman calls us over, says they are closing early. So the only options we have are Justin Bieber's movie, Tyler Perry's movie or "Paranormal Activity" XVIICMI. "Paranormal Activity" wins because, "It's not Justin Bieber and it's not Tyler Perry."

But because we are the only people seeing this film, they give us the option of watching "Frozen" instead. Appropriate, no? They also let us choose whether to watch trailers and which ones we wanted to watch. And they gave us a free pretzel.

"It's nice when people are nice," Amanda said. Or something to that effect, anyway.

We saw "Paranormal Activity." They should have charged us matinee prices, as we comprised roughly 30 percent of the evening's moviegoers. Though we also were making them stick around just to show us a movie. And hey, nobody made them close early.

Well, the manager. He probably did.

I didn't get my free Coke Zero refill. Somebody hide the Power Chicken.

The end.

Day 1: Still tired from the move

OK, I probably used that title in one of my travel blogs. Screw it, I don't care.

It's Day 1 of 2014. All sorts of resolutions on my brain.

1. Get in (better) shape. Track progress with selfies.

2. Write. Don't know what. But write. Maybe every day. Track progress with this blog. That nobody will see. But whatever.

3. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And get on it before I turn 40. Which, horrifyingly, isn't all that far away. At all. What the hell?

So that's that and this and that. More topical and ridiculous and opinionated and humorous in future posts. Maybe.

Or on Day 2, everyone will talk to me like I'm an idiot.

(Steven Wright jokes from "I have a pony." Download it.)