Blerg.

So in the season one finale of 30 Rock (AWESOME SHOW, btw) Liz Lemon says “blerg” about fifty seven times (approx.) to signify that things are going rather lamely right now.

That word completely describes this week. I have had the killer bug from hell hanging out in my sinus cavity since Sunday, and, as Aunty Pauline would say, I don’t like it.

A bunch of kids from work went down with it; my entire family has it; partners of people have it; people that work with partner’s of people who have it have it, and so have their partners.

If this bug was a marketing campaign, whoever thought it up would totally be ready to retire right now. Forget about the Leave Britney Alone Guy and the Montauk Monster; this is viral doing what viral does best.

I am convinced that the entire city will be buried in scrunched up snotty tissues within a few days.

Where is the disaster preparedness system, though?

Nowhere.

I may have been watching too much of the X-Files recently (stay tuned for a Guest Post @ the lovely Sandie Law’s Geeked Off! blog on that subject), but as the Varanus “gas crisis” reminded us, as the 2004 tsunami reminded most of South and South-East Asia, there is pretty much nothing we can do with the proverbial excrement hits the wind-agitator affixed to the ceiling.

We all get covered in crap (or giant waves, or blankets cause we can’t turn the heater on) and we can do nothing about it.

Makes you worry, doesn’t it?

Sorry for the gloomy post.

I highly appreciate sick leave, though, so there’s a blessing to count. I am going to set up my CPSU membership stat. (We might be getting back pay from FEBRUARY! SQUEEEE! New iPod nano, mayhaps?)

[Movie Review] The X-Files: I Want to Believe

Let me say at the outset: No, it wasn’t better than The Dark Knight.

But, as a self-confessed X-Phile (I adimitted to The Boyfriend last night that when I was 15 I used to have a fansite — on Geocities… ah the memories!!) … I FRICKING LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Chris Charter, what a champ. This movie, as I mentioned in my tweet on the way out of the cinema, was gratuitous, self-indulgent fluff.  I am pretty sure if he wasn’t CHRIS CARTER and didn’t have his own production company, no dope in Hollywood would touch the script… but he made the movie for himself and like-minded fans, and for that I salute him 🙂

Teehee what jolly good fun!!

The Boyfriend says I owe him big-time for making him sit there (“That is two hours of my life I will never get back”, et cetera) but I submit that I totally said he didn’t have to see it with me since he had no idea what was going on.

Sqeeee! LOVED IT!

That is all 🙂

currently…

eating: leftover lunch for dinner (veg korma and chick pea curry from the Indian place in Paragon 160)

regretting eating: 3 Krispy Kremes (1.5 Original Glazed, 1 Chocolate Iced Creme Filled, 0.5 Cinnamon Apple) (The Boyfriend went to Melbs on work junket and brought them back for me– he is so lovely! But I am seriously questioning accuracy of previous blood test which told me I am not gluten intolerant. But maybe I am just too-much-sugar-and-trans-fat intolerant?)

nursing: a sore hip from when I slipped over (quasi-splits, at that; it was rather the spectacle, I am sure) in the middle of the Hay Street Mall at lunch time on Friday (yeah, I am so the epitome of Grace and Poise.  Not only was it the usual-lunchtime-crowd-busiest-time-of-the-day — it was also school holidays).

waiting: for all my payment summaries so I can get my funken tax return (oh bless you $39,824 HELP repayment threshold!)

planning: all the glorious ways in which to spend aforementioned tax return (pay off credit card, pick up cute purple dress currently on lay-by at Cue, sponsor children in Cambodia/Vietnam, put rest into high interest savings account etc… NOT go to the new Tiffany’s in King Street when it opens on Thursday…)

wondering: if I should bother getting a copy of Grazia.  Or I should just wait to check it out in a doctor’s waiting room next year?

reading: Breath by Tim Winton (reeeeeeeally, really good!)

A final note: The Dark Knight still rocks; three days later. If I wasn’t going to see Lenny Henry tonight I’d be at Piccadilly quicker than you can say Maggie Gyllenhaal (my hip hurts — I can’t walk very fast; plus I have to be careful not to fall over in Hay Street AGAIN). It’s so good I would pay full price to see it again, and I am slightly put off that I have to wait til tight-arsed Tuesday, but so be it. Better tomorrow than Wednesday (since Thursday is when The X-Files movie opens).

If you haven’t already seen this movie… what, The. FRICK are you doing reading this goshdarn blog?  Get up off your booties and go see it now. NOW!!!

Tomorrow: is The Dark Knight the best movie of the year? No. It is the best movie of CENTURY (til X-Files comes out) (nah, kidding, even I have to admit that I Want to Believe will probably not top this).

Also tomorrow: is The Dark Knight really a metaphor about how Obama will be the next President of the USA? Oh no wait. That was Hancock, apparently.

Instead tomorrow: Did I mention that I am freaking OBSESSED WITH THAT Dark Knight MOVIE?? Holy shite. I now understand why people were going a little loco about the whole thing last week. Ficking awesome. AWESOME.