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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Thursday 30 November 2006 (Day View)
30.11.2006 – Thursday 30 November – The Borat Saga, Part 3
- • I’d like to try again to get to Borat, even if it isn’t on the big screen anymore, but I’m worried I may be hit by meteorites, or catch bird flu—though Maz has offered to come along, as apparently things don’t go wrong when he’s there. I’m not sure if Bronwen will want to come—I may still be in the ogre stage.
- • It’s a strange colour outside, and there’s no people. I’m not sure if I missed the announcement that Brisbane has been shut due to unexpected alien invasion, the apocalypse, “the perfect storm”, or what, but it’s quite eerie.
- Later Morning
- • Oh, I have worked out why it’s eerie—the air evaporated yesterday, leaving just heat, and now it’s not hot anymore, so we’re surrounded by ectoplasm, the substance of strange, eerie-cold when it shouldn’t be.
- • Maz and I caught a bus into South Bank, arriving just mildly late, where we met Bronwen and watched “Borat”—a foolish, unamusing disappointment. I am not sure why other people in the cinema were laughing aloud—it’s worrying.