I know I'm horribly out of touch, but...

there's a girl on Big Brother, wearing her pyjamas and one of those daft, tea-cosy hats. I can't think of a single extenuating circumstance that would make that combination right. You're inside, you've clearly just got out of bed (we saw you, dipshit) and you're wearing a fucking stupid hat. Is there a clearer moron alert system anywhere in the universe? You may be pretty, sweetheart, but you have aligned yourself forever with the forces of evil and stupidity by the wearing of that godawful stripey monstrosity, irrespective of the fact that the rest of your body is dressed for bed.

All of this just goes to prove that I was right not to bother watching the first 3, and that I probably shouldn't bother with the rest of this travesty of televisual justice. Either that, or I should attempt to find that house, and take a high-powered rifle with me, for the good of mankind.

Grrr!

Matrix musings

I saw a post from someone on my friends list who included a link to a very nice exegesis of the whole Matrix phenomenon so far, and I just thought I'd make a few comments

( Here be spoilers. Arrr! )

Quick day

Today seems to have gone by very quickly for a Monday. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I've not got to get up and come here first thing in the morning, so it doesn't bother me so much. I've got to take my poor car to the car doctors. His brakes are fucked. :(

I just hope I can get home with them without ramming into the back of someone.