Brain Fart

It not so much that I dislike actually doing work on a PC. In fact I quite enjoy it. But I do have to ask myself why, at just gone 23:00, I've finally stopped slaving away over a fucking gargantuan spreadsheet, which I've spent the last week lovingly coaxing into existence. Ok, so on the plus side I can now make it generate HUGELY impressive graphs (or they will be in about 3 months time anyway), flip my data around left, right, up, down, and from the middle out. Do cartwheels. And even create origamy frogs.

I can already see that this bastard is going to consume some serious 'unpaid' time. Fucker.

And by the way I didn't check the spelling of origamy so it may be wrong. And I feel like swearing ALOT too.

I've had a company car for a bit over a week now. I now owe the council £90 for that pleasure. Sodding parking fines. Fuck them. And if you want me to pay them then fix your fucking telephonic payment system so that I don't get cut off before I get my receipt number. That way I would know if I had actually paid the fine yet... twice (because I tried to twice)... or if it didn't go through either time.

You should also see Closer. Not just because Natalie Portman looks the dogs bollocks in a g-string but because it happens to be one of the best films you'll see this year. Brilliantly constructed. Lovingly shot. Excellently acted (barring knobhead Jude Law who couldn't act his way out of a paper bag). I found myself admiring just about all the traits of Clive Owen's character, but saw more of myself in Mr Laws' character.

Don't ask me, I know less than you.

So that's 2 great movies in under a week. Next up it has to be Million Dollar Baby. Any film that scores 97% on Rotten Tomatoes has got to be special.

More to come...