Howl Thomas, howl

Well, as it's 2:53am, there's a C.Thomas Howell movie on the box, I've got half a bottle of coke and a scabby old cat for company, and as I am at this point, as a creature of the night (nyah ha haaaa!) fully committed to the vampiric lifestyle (I've got turning into a bat lessons on Tuesday) and we all know these things don't write themselves, it must be time for an entry. God knows the last thing I want to do is actually play close attention to the film. So far good old C. Thomas has been in prison, during which time he grew a handlebar moustache, which seems to be the main plot development to date. It really does appear to be a load of old cobblers.

Tonight saw hot dinner party action, with several of us fattening ourselves in preparation for Christmas slaughter. Certain people who have obviously merely scratched the surface of my complex personality expressed great surprise to see me in the kitchen in a meal preparation capacity, which was slightly insulting. Not to worry, I rose above their hurtful ignorance and delivered passable ratatouille, as is of course well within reach of my carefully concealed culinary capabilities. In a surprise move, after dinner entertainment was comprised mostly of an epic all-comers (except Teena, she was Switzerland) cork-throwing fight, which soon escalated to include full scale tactical frozen banana deployment (honestly). The obvious highlight for me was Lis and Heidi impersonating Starsky and Hutch behind the couch, although Charlie was quick to lay claim that they were in fact his 'Angels' instead. Riiiiiight.

X-Men 2 Tuesday night (alright then Tim, Wednesday morning) was nifty, although sadly the first 5 or so minutes of the movie was by far the coolest part. The following 95% was nonetheless pretty damn cool. The X-Men are a great franchise, although as we discussed at Denny's later (why do we go there, God? WHY?) the old 'evolutionary mutation' excuse for their powers doesn't quite hold up in a few cases...you could see where accelerated healing would come in handy to the species, and maybe telepathy and telekinesis, but, er, changing your body into metal? Is modern man crying out, evolution wise, for great big claws? Wouldn't they have come in more handy back in the 'confronting sabre tooth tigers before breakfast' days? I suppose we could use them for opening cans. And controlling the weather? As the keen and analytical flying-past-for-a-few-days-dropping-off-jubes-before-returning-to-the-Canberra-James-Massive mind of James McGowan noted, if we all evolved to being able to control the weather, it would get pretty complex...I want to go skiing! I want a sunny day! My farm needs rain! I, on the other hand, have a bizarre sleet fetish! All meteorologists would be out of a job, for a start. Still, who the hell cares, it's a comic book, and it's probably still a more original basis for the story than 'super-being from another planet' or 'there was a mysterious accident one day at the lab'.

Hmmm, the sheriff, who is being played by The Sentinel, just told C. Thomas to get out of town. I'm not sure why, it really doesn't help that I'm actually listening to Soundgarden...responsible use of energy during a power crisis, watching bad movies on the TV without intention to pay attention. (What a great sentence. Thank you Ben, you wanker.) Now he's going somewhere with a spade. Good luck to him, the TV goes off. As do the lights, I'm feeling appropriately guilty. Ooo, typing by monitor glow, somewhat more difficult. Ah, 'Spoonman' is a great song...

In 'why blogs are cool' news of the moment, some guy has been audio-blogging his way up Mt. Everest. Using super powered satellite doohickies, no doubt lugged up by 2 or 3 unfortunate Sherpas, he dictates his page down the phone to the Open University's Knowledge Media Institute in the UK, where he normally works - seriously- watering the plants, and you can listen to it on the web. Apparently they also have an internet cafe of 4 laptops at 17,000 feet. He also blogged his way up the Matterhorn. Funky. Check it out here.

Another thing I see some people are doing with their blogs is a bit of a throwback to primary school…remember the old shared story, with the folded bits of paper? Well, it’s a similar deal, but with blogs…we have a similar kind of thing with the GWA I suppose – but in this an order is organised, and then people take turns adding their paragraph to the story – whatever they like, with the next person then cutting and pasting the story so far as the beginning of their post, and so on. Makes for some potentially entertaining reading…we could give it a go if enough budding authors consider themselves interested. Let me know. Or don’t. We are after all somewhat renowned for our apathetic indifference.

‘Little lady with a sweet left hook’. Whatever, Supergrass.

Anyway, I think I may have run out of things to talk about on this one. Not to worry. Clearly everybody should post more often though so we can better be a self-referential clique. Oh, and speaking of incestuous, the Great Social History Flow Chart is in the planning stage, and when completed should act as a handy guide for confused family members, government officials, and visiting dignitaries. I think I’m pretty qualified to produce it, being almost as removed as possible. What with that, blogging, The History of the GWA Part 2, and the movie list, I should be able to avoid my thesis almost entirely. Huzzah.

Right, off to my coffin.