Remember the good-old-days when I'd go to the movies, take photos and write reviews say stuff about them. Don't remember that they weren't great reviews stuffs, or that the pictures where blurry and my camera'd shine a bright-red-dot on the screen to alert the authorities to my taking unauthorised still pictures of their moving pictures. Forget all that - remember the joy of hearing my opinion of the movie and having it sway your plans to either now go, or not go. Remember that power I had?
I don't have that power anymore.
I just went to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and I liked it. Go to it if you like. I'm still not going to Troy, though. Not that Harry Potter has anything to do with Troy, I just thought I'd let you know.
There - that's an award-winning-post if ever I've seen one.
Was I *ever* interesting, because this working-from-home-never-talking-to-anyone-with-my-voice thing seems to be doing things to my imagination - it seems to have shriveled up and all but disappeared. I say "all but disappeared" because I imagined how horrible it would be to be shagged by that revolting penis mentioned in the last post and i think whatever imagination neurons I had left promptly committed suicide.
Gary Oldman, eh? Who'dve thought a) he'd look vaguely attractive in a children's movie and b) he'd get to marry Robin Wright. What *was* that black stuff that oozed from his forehead in the Fifth Element anyway? was that concentrated evil or concentrated yeast extract?
Rosie's getting into the swing of not being at work - she's been sending me phone pxt of places she's at (beach) and things she's eating (lemon curd thingie) so I am not entirely shut off from the human race in my tiny office with no Legolas posters. Rosie bought a Legolas poster for the office and was very nice enough to let me keep it. Unfortunately, it disappeared off the office wall before I could bring it to my home. I accused everyone of stealing it, insisting on full cubicle searches (oo i say) nerry a single Legolas was found until Rosie [click here to learn more about Rosie] found that it had actually just fallen off the wall and behind a desk and so she's bundled it up and I need to collect it from the office. Along with my coffee mug, and my noodle bowl.
Blu-tac is crap.
Smurf droppings.
[sorry I didn't mean to say that]