... whatever the housemate has on his phone just started blasting Non, je ne regrette rien

and being who I am, and as entrenched in the Inception fandom as I was (and maybe still am) I have a bare moment of actual panic

and I don't think he's watching the movie, because whatever's playing now isn't Hans Zimmer, it actually sounds like something from Indiana Jones

ah, might be Wednesday

(just based on tone of voice and snippet of dialogue, I haven't actually seen it yet)