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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 4 April 2007 (Day View)
04.04.2007 – Wednesday 4 April – 300
- • I’m already up, and about to head to work. I am, naturally, sleepy, but I will have a reasonable day at work.
- • I walk home from work, then on to Coles at Toowong via the unlit park with scary shadows and hidden tripping rocks, hunting for mythical “Pluravit” multivitamins—the best there are, according to a Choice study Clint dug up. My new Solid Internet account is finally enabled.
- • Going to the midnight premiere of “300” at Indooroopilly was probably not a good idea, but I had no choice. At about twelve to nine, Clint asked if I wanted to go see “Bra Boys” at ten to nine, which of course, I did. Unsurprisingly, however, once we got there it had already been running for some time; and of course, as we can never retreat, never submit, we bought tickets to a midnight premiere instead.
It turned out to be quite busy, quite violent, and overall, quite good. There was a very disturbing start, with a good-looking girl sitting alone in the row in front of us, and clearly looking for someone. Clint and I couldn’t help wondering what fine specimen of manhood would come to claim this damsel, but the man—and I hesitate to use the word—that eventually eventuated, wasn’t, well, much at all—and to make matters worse, the instant the credits started, he left, leaving her there alone. However, this horrible injustice aside, the movie was good, I had a litre of chocolate milk and a block of peppermint dark chocolate, it started at midnight, and had slow-motion fight scenes and an oracle with nipples. What more could one want from the movies?
- • Time appears to have progressed. I need to be up in a little less than two hours, so shall fall into bed for a patent pending power nap.
- Comment by Maz – Thursday 5 April 2007, 7:53 AM
- Yet Clint and yourself returned, single. Typical. :P
- Comment by Ned – Thursday 5 April 2007, 8:25 AM
- I want an oracle with nipples. One that can predict Lotto results.