(The government of Iran has apparently lodged a protest about the depiction of their country in this movie, and for once I agree with them; the Persians are portrayed as what I can only describe as depraved and both physically and morally monstrous, while the Spartans all look like some weird cartoon versions of body-builders.)
Decompressed a bit more by re-watching "Chungking Express," a movie which I really enjoy for reasons that I can't really put a finger on. (Gods know, it's messy enough, with the plot and set of characters being completely replaced about halfway through)
And then finished reading Rudy Rucker's "Mathematicians in Love," which was absolutely fantastic. It's a novel about mathematicians discovering some equations that allow them to reshape reality, all the while fighting over women, status, and a budding career as rock stars. I haven't enjoyed a book this much in a while, although I have no clue what it would read like to anyone who hasn't done mathematics professionally. But it did answer one question that's bugged me for a while:
"Unger is a point-set topologist turned transfinite set theorist," said Unger. "He can't tell a raven from a writing desk." Pause. "That's a joke. The raven's, ah, digestive tract and two beak-nostrils being homotopic to the three holes formed by the desk's, ah, four legs and three cross-bars?"(No, the book isn't quite that ridiculously obscure most of the time. Rucker is actually a remarkably good writer)
Now I'm testing out some new speakers by playing the Pogues' "Turkish Song of the Damned" at high volume. All in all, not a bad way to spend a weekend.
