The trailers made it look like it would be pretty good. The reviews were calling it ”the scariest movie of the decade”.

It wasn’t too bad. I’m usually a jumpy person who doesn’t like such movies. The night and the dark used to terrify me. I used to have night terrors where I’d awake screaming.

But the thing is that, in the whole movie, I had one small jump and one mild jump.

And the other thing is that the two dozen people in the cinema (including me and my friends) burst out laughing at the end.

A few review sites did mention that it did have a bit of generic studio-pushed ending, and I wouldn’t disagree. Obviously in my professional opinion as a student whose closest encounter with film reviewing was my year 12 essay on Cabaret.

I got this laptop in April 2007. It’s been a soldier. It’s been a soldier who’s needed prosthetics. New HDD, new optical drive, new battery. Good thing my brother made me get the three year warranty.

It’s a Dell Inspiron 1501 and I love it to bits. It’s my laptop. The little AMD and Vista stickers are now more silver than logo, there are fades in the garish silver paint where the bases of my palms have rested, and part of the Vista license key certificate on the underside of my laptop has apparently evaporated/burnt off.

In the past six months, I have been hit on by three gay guys, one bisexual guy and one girl (who turned out not to like books or art… what?). Those last two happened at the same party, too.

Why do precisely the wrong type of people consistently take an interest in me?

I’ve had a second h2g2 entry go through to the front page!

And I didn’t realise it was quite so soon. Melbourne’s train and tram networks will be taken over by new operators, just in time for Christmas and hopefully, the roll-out of myki.

Apart from the obvious, something I won’t miss about Connex will be the branding on the trains (which will obviously take some time to get rid of considering the size of the fleet). Call me picky and this trivial, but the particular shades of blue and yellow they chose don’t look great.

Second day of work today. Seven hours of me feeling my way through the world of consumer electronics, with half an hour about halfway through for lunch. So everything below my waist ached after my evening shower (second shower necessitated by the days-old heat rash currently scarring my feet).

Customer service very quickly made me feel very incompetent, but I’ve found all this very enjoyable. And my God, I am learning. The past six months, my passion for knowledge and learning has returned, and by jove, this job is great for that.

The uniforms are pretty neat, too. Black branded polo with black trousers, black shoes and a black belt. I believe the fact that I have black (well, close enough) hair helps. I will feel out of place if more of those red and white hairs start popping up, though.

Also, giving that real-life tag a break.

I’m not entirely sure why I started blogging again. I don’t have anything to say anymore.

Except maybe that The Duckworth Lewis Method is the most amusing album I’ve listened to in ages. Even if you don’t follow cricket (like me), if you know little bits here and there (like me), it’s really very enjoyable.

It all started here in D&D, then migrated over to the SE++ clothes/fashion thread. It is thrilling. And I’m going to detail my position on the matter now, which is quite unnecessarily detailed and, well, unnecessary. Keep going if you’re really interested in the organisation of my pocket contents.

Ever notice how one’s “one true love” can almost always be found within about a ten to twenty kilometre radius of where one lives?

This notion is ridiculous. I mean, what’s the chance of this? (About 1 in 6.8 billion.) I strongly believe that statistics should be brought into this, because there’s no accuracy here. Let’s be honest. It’s probably going to turn out to be “one of 200 true loves”.

I want to figure this out, though. Note that I’m not particularly after absolute accuracy.