The Double Feature

So a passel of events full of exciting happenings have occurred in the past month. However one has been too bazy (noun: to be simultaneously busy and lazy) to document them so those wondrous potential posts shall be forever lost to the sands of bazyness.

Instead I shall post forthwith about my  Friday last wherein one attended not one but two picture show theatres - and most likely completed one's yearly quota for release time viewing.

Picture the first was an afternoon group bonding exercise organised by Supervisor Grand Chief K, and attended by the rest of one's supervisory coterie: Supervisor S, Big J, Lord of the Small Fries, and  Alltogether Heather. The entertainment in question was Brooklyn. Twas a charming tale of Irish immigration to the USA and love against the odds and may have caused some welling up due to it's beautifully shot visuals and not at all for any emotional reasons, no way.

Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over a drink and some snacks.


Picture the second was in the evening and was the similarly themed Deadpool. Organised against all odds by The Fungi Lady,  and attended by a cast of near thousands (if one rounds up aggressively) including Duff, Amoeba, Doom, Non-Gamin' Megan, and Twin Trouble. This one was a charming tale of a possibly Irish immigrant in the USA fighting a battle for love against the odds. It too may have caused some welling up and outbursts due to it's beautifully constructed crude absurdities.

Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over pancakes.


In conclusion, despite their broad surface similarities, you should find them both to be good in their own ways.
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That guy on the train

So one's acquaintance Freewheeling Bill was commuting the other day when he became aware of some nearby discussion.

Piecing the various snippets together he realized that some poor fellow had neglected to zip up that morning and the women seated in front of him was having difficulty not noticing.

Glancing about Bill was unable to ascertain the fellows whereabouts- until he glanced down and realised that he himself was "That guy on the train".

Bill was incredibly surprised that it could be him - as he rarely remembers to even wear pants these days...
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New Year, New Start

Now that the holidays are over its time for one to unleash the full extent of one's work ethic.

Henceforth I shall be:

• posting on this new regular schedule
  
• applying myself nose to the grindstone to the many outstanding work projects on my various burners - back and further back
  
• keeping to a regular exercise regime commenced with a hearty session this very morn

I know it will be hard to keep to this commitment until my next set of holidays but I'm confident I can stick to it until they begin on Friday afternoon.
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Essential Shopping

So Hulk and I recently returned from that grocery shop one does in order to have the supplies in stock to make it through that long Xmas period.

As the bags were being unpacked I overheard the following conversation:

Salsa Girl: Hey! What are all these Star Wars toys? 

Hulk: Mummy we had to get them because we don't have enough Star Wars toys.

Salsa Girl (with audible raised eyebrow): Really... not enough Star Wars toys hmmm.

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