Yes I’m fresh out of reading material but that’s just been said on TV as part of the title credits to whatever program is starting. Oh look, it’s called Threat Matrix. Is this worth watching? Doesn’t matter, it’s on regardless. The remote control is half a continent away. (Actually, it’s about 2 feet away; but possibly under a large dog, I’m too lazy to check.) Speaking of, saw the movie Sunday on ABC last night; very thought provoking, especially since I missed the title credits and had no idea it was Bloody Sunday. Until, of course, all the shooting and stuff.
Did I say I finished Harry Potter? I enjoyed it, I felt it was actually less convoluted than some of the previous books. I suppose that’s because it’s nearing the end and time for explanations. For the record (SPOILER SPOILER OH WAIT WHO AM I KIDDING) I think Snape is not evil. My explanation for this is very prosaic: these books don’t work like that. I have read, I think, a great majority of the popular fantasy sci/fi books around, as well as more than my fair share of school stories. HP is like a huge amalgam of all of these things; and going on my past experience of such plot twists, Snape will be good. He will rescue HP right when it looks like he will kill him. It will all make sense and he will be a troubled individual who dislikes HP but has, nonetheless, a strong moral compass.
Bored yet? Excellent. I went to a housewarming on Saturday night in a small country town and, in time-honoured tradition, “went for a walk”. God, people, NEVER go for a walk. Especially if you are in country Victoria and it is minus two degrees and there is a playground at the end of the road and this seems like a really, really fun idea. I couldn’t find the gate latch to get out of the property (God: “That was a HINT; Jesus, what do I have to do?”) so I vaulted the fence. Then I tried the gate from the outside and opened it. Nice. As a counterpoint to my athleticism, one of my friends fell heavily onto the road not three steps onto the footpath, losing her drink in the process (probably for the best). I stole a balloon tied to the neighbour’s fence to advertise a child’s party earlier that afternoon (actually I feel bad about this now, especially since aforementioned friend sat on it and popped it) and we made our way to the playground. I recall at one stage walking up a twisty slide, grabbing for the bar at the top of the slide, completely missing, falling heavily back onto the slide and sliding gracelessly to the bottom. Actually, that WAS fun. Especially for all those watching.
And now I think about it, this explains the massive bruise on my hip.
