Cold Weekends

Conditions: Fine, now...

This really aggrivates me. We work all week under a cloudless, blue sky. The warm weather makes typing on ye not-olde keyboard sticky work. We eagerly anticipate the oncoming weekend, and when it finally arrives? The weather turns to shit. Yes, three days of sitting angrily on the couch, staring out all squinty-eyed at the drizzly coldness that was the weekend weather. Cold winds, with sudden rain that would appear and then scuttle off, like a cat with a mouse, or a mugger who really enjoys his job. 'Gimme your wallet or I'll thump ya!' he'd say. 'Here it is, don't hurt me' you'd say. He hits you in the eye. 'Ow', you say, 'Why'd you do that?' 'Now gimme your watch. Or I'll thump ya.' he says. Yes, verily, the weather is like this.

I don't like being teased, and the weather is acting like the biggest tease since Ronald McDonald. (Seriously has this supposed 'clown' ever done a trick in his life? The man fronts a corporation, for pity's sake. I bet he can't even juggle. He does not qualify for the position 'clown'.) All week it's 'Alright, how y'all doin' down there? Here's some heat to make everything groovy.' (Yes, in my universe the Sun is Jamaican.) Then when we get to the weekend, and we're all ready to finally put the heat to good use, it's gone. Probably off in the tropics somewhere, ladling it out to fat undeserving executives spawling on a beach, earning twenty percent. Then as we trudge back to the salt mines to load another 16 tons, the bloody sun shows up again, all 'How's it all goin? 'Whaddid I miss?' Bastard. I hope you get a spot.

This is why I want global warming to occur. This is why I like V8's and 747's. This is why we should spend our free time standing outside shooting off aerosol cans. And blowing up refrigerators. Sure, there'll be droughts and flooding, but at least we'll be bloody warm on the weekends.


Car update.

Car's running great. Full of junk mail, and the tyres need pumping up.


Film review: The Departed

A few years ago, Martin Scorsese desperately wanted to win an Oscar. He made a few films full of dark cinematic oscar bait, trying to punch all the right Oscar buttons. But it didn't work. Now Martin has responded with a spirited middle finger salute and a return to glorious fun with his latest thriller: The Departed.

This film was originally an Asian film call 'Infernal Affairs', and was very good but annoyingly in a language other than English. Also, shockingly, none of the actors were famous Hollywood celebrities. Martin has corrected these oversights by hiring pretty much every Hollywood actor you can think of who could possibly be Irish (Matt Damon), and some who could not (Jack Nicholson). The result is an engaging cops & robbers, double-triple cross thriller, following Infernal Affairs move for move, but a bit more violently, and with no need for subtitles. It's refreshing to see a bunch of good actors really put their collective teeth into their roles and crank out a good story, for there is much story here to bite into. Fortunately I had forgotten the ending, so I give it 4 out of 5 bullets to the head.




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