Conflictions

A very random, pre-full moon day.

Latest personification of random: the random blog button. . .very interesting. . .I luv chance and all that. I left a very random comment on a very random dude's blog. . .something about home deliveries as long as you know the post-codes of Singaporean districts. . .

Provided some bored techno-whiz-chic with her 3.15pm entertainment for the day:

Q - are you on dot.net or dot.com?
A - I have no fucking idea. . .sorry

Q - why didn't you call us earlier?
A - I was in denial. . .sorry

anyway, she had a good time, or had me on speaker phone. . .she kept on muting her side so she could piss herself laughing in comfort I suspect, and who could blame her with my unique ability to over-apologise at such moments. Modumb?

Just fed my parents and a delightful new friend: ate way too much beef and the two dogs (also each others delightful new friend) wrestled on the tradishnal rug. . .Lily aims for collar removal, Freya aims for a good ole rest. . .two meals a day of late and very little exercise. . .

Never ever watch the film Lord of War if you can help it: Nicholas Cage attempting to be ironic and clever about arms trafficking and failing awfully. A good example of how irony ups the requirements of skill; (in this medium) acting, script etc. A good example of what occurs when these requirements aren't met; that which is meant to be critiqued is instead condoned. Actually, watch it by all means, but my take is that it is a movie that really needs scrutiny. Just watch the profoundly political become eerily apolitical.

Did anyone else notice the war-ness of Sunday, obviously more so than any other day for it to warrant comment (debateable!). It was the anniversary of Hiroshima. The ABC was obsessing about atoms, Einstein, the attempts to co-exist the two theories of Gravity and EM2 (apparently the tension between those two is to be seen to be believed), mushroom clouds in grainy shades, 6.30 pm news, 7.00pm news, 9.30om news all focused with deadly accuracy and throughout, a phone call from a friend serving in Iraq and then the above movie. All too much, but who are we to bury our heads in our quaint worlds?

Rants aside. Am listening to something thunderous and jumpy on Classic Fm and debating bed and my left elbow is beginning to itch 'acutely'.