thinking about my ancestors

family treeA couple of things have gotten me thinking about my ancestors recently...

During his talk, Stephen Fry mentioned that he'd participated in the UK version of "Who Do You Think You Are?" (which I already knew), but he also mentioned how crazy it was to just focus on, in particular, the male "name" line due to the numbers of people involved.

Just doing some quick math I have to agree with him... going back 20 generations (at 25 years per generation) for a person roughly my age it means that your ancestors stretch back to around the year 1475... and there are 1,048,576 of them (or, in essence, a megabyte of ancestors).

Which is interesting when you consider that it's possible that the entire population of Europe was around 350 million in 1400... if Wikipedia is to be believed... which would mean that 350 modern individuals are related to the entirety of medieval Europe...

So, yes... picking out one ancestor who happens to share the surname with one of your parents seems a little narrow minded... and you may very well be missing out on some very interesting history.

But at the same time I guess it's only natural to want to connect with people who actually share the surname you have now.

I also find it slightly interesting that both my paternal and maternal surnames exist as place names in England (and are about 160km apart)... especially since my paternal surname (which I stopped using when I was 16) is not a particularly common name. But it does make me wonder whether those branches of my family can be traced back to those particular locations.

When I was in Year 8 or Year 9 we had to do a family tree for (I'm guessing) history class... and while I know next to nothing about my father's side of the tree, I did dig up a surprisingly large amount of information about Ma's side just from conversations with my Nanna.

Sadly I don't know where all of that information ended up... I know I did create a very primitive database at some point after handing in my project, and there were both print-outs and some fairly basic hand drawn trees. I'd hope that I never threw it all away...

The other thing that regularly gets me thinking about the ancestors is watching the aforementioned "Who Do You Think You Are?"... and at one point I did sign up for Ancestry.com.au and started to construct a family tree, but there's only so much you can do on a freebie membership.

I must look into that again though!

But there is one particular leaf on the family tree that I would love to know more about.

And that is my mother's father's mother. Emily.

She's definitely an enigma.

The story goes that Emily was never married, and had my maternal grandfather out of wedlock. She then left him to be raised by (from memory) her cousins and disappeared (at least as far as I'm aware).

I always wonder what her story was, who the father was and where her branch of the family goes. And what happened to her afterwards... did she have another family, when and where did she die, that kind of thing. But also where the family tree goes beyond her... there does that branch go...

Maybe I need to track Emily down...

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movies: me and orson welles

me and orson welles - all's fair in love and theaterMe and Orson Welles falls into that category of movie inhabited by Shakespeare in Love, The Producers, Moulin Rouge, Stage Beauty and even to some degree (heaven forbid), the High School Musical series... it's a movie about putting on a play.

Although I don't know that in any of those other examples the play when it finally arrives has given me goosebumps.

But the category of movie isn't the only link to the HSM series... the very lovely Zac Efron also stars in this movie... and there's actually a line at the beginning where he's asked if he's done much singing or acting (I can't remember exactly), to which he replies something along the lines of "only in school". I don't know if it was actually a reference to his earlier Disney work, but it made me smile.

Zac does fairly well as the young man who falls under the spell of Orson Welles and the chaotic production of Julius Caesar... and there's no denying that he's sometimes hard to look away from when he's on screen... but that may be because he's so damn pretty. But he does work well as the ingenue (in most senses of the word in fact).

Sadly he and Claire Danes have very little romantic chemistry together (although their scenes together are fairly sweet) which does work against the latter half of the movie somewhat. However, while Claire may be the traditional love interest in the movie, I really think this movie boils down to exactly what the title says... it's about Efron's character and Christian McKay's outstanding portrayal of Welles.

In essence, that's where the love story is... Efron's character is seduced into this strange and intense world of theatre by Welles and it's that storyline that has more depth and interest to it than the supposed love story.

The movie is also filled with a range of character actors (most of whom are English, even though the movie is set in New York) who could have stepped right out of photographs of the period. In fact a number of them have been in other period films...

Ben Chaplin (from the aforementioned Stage Beauty), Zoe Kazan (Revolutionary Road), Leo Bill (the obnoxious fiancé from Alice in Wonderland) and Kelly Reilly (Mrs Henderson Presents) all serve to add that degree of realism to the cast.

I suppose my only complaint is that since I watched Ed Wood on the weekend, I knew that Welles directed Citizen Kane when he was 26, and this movie takes place when he's only 22... but while I guess that McKay could technically pass for mid twenties, I would suggest that 22 is pushing it a little and not surprisingly the character feels much more like McKay's actual age of 35.

There's actually a line something to the effect of Orson being "a young man" though, which did make me stop and go "really?". Although I'm not sure the relationship between Efron and McKay would have worked quite so well if Welles had felt that young (plus Efron was only a year younger than Welles was supposed to be when the movie was filmed).

Some of the best scenes in the movie however happen during the opening night of Julius Caesar... while there are only snippets shown, I honestly had goosebumps during parts of it.

But other than that this isn't really a movie of high highs and low lows... it's sweet, watchable and funny and looks fantastic but it's not amazing.

yani's rating: 3 quadruple spaces out of 5

unconscious mutterings 393

Today very much seemed to be the day that wouldn't end... it just kept going and going and going and going...

Unconscious Mutterings...
  1. Coma :: Patient
  2. Aristotle :: Philosophy
  3. Pink eye :: South Park
  4. Expensive :: Savings
  5. Dancer :: Ballet
  6. Lipstick :: Lesbian
  7. Buffer :: Zone
  8. Stilettos :: Heels
  9. Booming :: Voice
  10. Rap :: Music

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very bitsy saturday

melbourne shopping trolley street artWould you believe I found shopping trolley related street art in Melbourne...

And seriously, who goes to all the trouble of creating a shopping trolley stencil?

Anyway, it's been a very, very, very bitsy day... not unproductive I guess, just bitsy.

First off, I had my car booked in for a service, so after struggling to swap over the rego sticker first thing this morning (the old one came off fine, but it left a bunch of sticky gunk on the window), I headed down to see Mr Mechanic Man.

Turns out though that he was running late, so I left my car with the slightly dopey straight boy mechanics and went across the road to meet Ma at the stoopidmarket.

I did remarkably well for a Saturday after we've been away, I actually had a shopping list and everything, even though there wasn't that much on it.

It didn't really take that long either... we pretty much whipped around the supermarket and were on our way back to my place by about 8:30 or so.

After doing the regular unpacking stuff (and letting Ma flick through all of my Melbourne photos) we headed into the city. Miss Oh Livia just had a birthday and was given a laptop, so Ma decided to indoctrinate her into the world of Crumpler with a Reginald Transfer...

Then we went into Myer to look at luggage for us.... my only problem is that I'm somewhat torn between getting the Crumpler Mock Tudor and getting one of those hard shell cases (not necessarily Samsonite, but I do like a lot of their stuff). If I did get the Crumpler suitcase I would be a little sad that it wouldn't be red like my three other existing Crumpler products (Reginald Transfer, Thirsty Al and Barney Rustle Blanket... I love the names they have for their stuff), although the blue and orange version would definitely stand out on a luggage carousel.

I also found this really soft, really wide cotton scarf downstairs in the Dangerfield department, and, well, as I seem to have a scarf addiction this year, it's currently around my neck...

As we were leaving Myer I got a phone call from the mechanic to say my car was ready to be picked up, so once we found a card for Miss Oh we headed off to pick it up.

And still no Mr Mechanic Man... but the slightly dopey mechanic boy who served me was nice enough.

On the way back from the garage I spotted what I thought was another library book sale at the Prospect Town Hall, so after I dropped the car off Ma and I went back to take a look. Turns out the sale isn't until the end of August, but we did wander up and down part of Prospect Road which was interesting...

We also parked the car next to possibly the most interesting and weird piece of public art I've seen in a while...

showerhead gardenThat's right... recycled showerheads collected from Prospect residents, turned into a "garden"... actually overall it was very effective and quite groovy looking... weird as hell though.

After we'd done a wander we headed off to Arndale without any real aim in mind...

While we were waiting to be served in The Reject Shop there was this guy who was all kinda of teasing. He had to have known he was being a tease, I'm sure he knew he was gorgeous, but he was all low slung jeans, half an ass of white underwear on show and a tee shirt that seemed to ride up with a mind of it's own. Very distracting!

As seems to be the case when we go down to Arndale of late, we ended up heading down to West Lakes... again, with no real aim in mind... and West Lakes was probably a less focused trip since I don't think we came away with anything other than some sour dough rolls and some lunch.

It doesn't sound like much really, but it was kind of a long day...

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photo friday: mixed elements

mixed elements at federation squareThe mixing of elements at Federation Square... grass and stone and metal... and a bike...

A week ago we were sitting in the movies watching I Love You Phillip Morris... and as busy and chaotic as last Friday was, it was 100 times more fun than this Friday. In fact this whole "week" has been a little intense... even though it was only 3 days long.

Fortunately all the work stuff came together okay in the end and I got a phonecall just as I was walking out the door to say that they liked the finished product... so woohoo!

However tonight hasn't quite worked out as intended, and it may still fall in a heap yet.

*sigh*

I'm sure there's some element of post-holiday letdown in there too...

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random scallie hotness

I'm dipping into the Hoodie file for today's Random Hotness... but hoodie with a scallie vibe...

And for those of you unaware of the "scallie", it's an English term:
"Scallie or Scally, is originally short for Scallywag, but is now most-often used in the context of a slang term for a hooligan youth subculture, similar to 'chav', but with different origins. It describes mostly young, "dole class" people."
Hence the hat, the hoodies, the underwear and the spraypaint... although I'm sure that the fantasy is better than the reality...

hoodie/scallie hoodie/scallie
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unconscious mutterings 391

I'm really, really, really not ready to go back to work tomorrow... I may call in dead...

Unconscious Mutterings...
  1. Sexting :: Media hype
  2. Corrected :: Spelling
  3. Rewind :: Be Kind
  4. Heard :: But not seen
  5. Amazon :: Dot Com
  6. Running :: Track
  7. Illegal :: Immigrant
  8. Tracked :: Package
  9. Generate :: Paperwork
  10. Towel :: Bathhouse
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melbourne: finale

suburban adelaide from above the city of adelaide from above
the view from my 25th floor window my cicada pendant
I will admit to cheating the top two photos in this post... they're not from today's trip, they're from last year... in fact I didn't get my camera out very much at all today, and I didn't take any photos on the plane.

This wasn't a photo-heavy trip though... only 526 shots taken from getting on the plane on Friday to getting off it today... which sounds like a lot, but last year I took 858... okay, even so it is a lot.

The other two shots in today's post are the view from my 25th floor hotel room that I snapped this morning and the cicada pendant I bought yesterday.

Speaking of the hotel, I was being a little bit Secret Squirrel about the hotel, but we stayed in the Citadines Apart'hotels on Bourke Street. There is definitely something to be said for a hotel that has only been open for a month... everything felt very fresh and new compared with some of the places we've stayed in.

There's also something to be said for having a giant floor to ceiling window that isn't really closely overlooked by any other buildings... you know, for being a bit of an exhibitionist...

And just on general thoughts from Melbourne... if I had to sum up the cities I've been to as personalities or types, Sydney is sexy and sophisticated, Adelaide is casual but Melbourne is indie. Still sexy, but indie and stylish. But at the same time, very impatient. And also lively.

Every time we go to Melbourne we end up frequenting certain areas over and over and over due to the location of the hotel... previously it has been Spencer Street, Swanston Walk and Collins Street, but this time it was the Bourke Street Mall... not that we stopped anywhere in the Mall really, but we did keep walking along it on our way to and from places.

After I finished writing up my blog posts last night I started to pack my suitcase... now I don't really know why, because I didn't buy that much stuff that needed to go in my suitcase, but everything seemed so much harder to get into my case when I was repacking than it did when I packed it all originally. To make it even worse, I packed everything away and then realised I hadn't packed any of the clothes I was wearing... grrrr...

Sadly because we had a reasonably early flight this morning we really didn't have the time to do anything before we had to head to the airport... originally we were going to try and go to breakfast down the street, but it all seemed like it was going to be hard work so we did our own thing in our rooms and I had the cereal they gave us on the plane on Friday.

Once I'd gone over my room half a dozen times to ensure I hadn't forgotten anything I said goodbye to the 25th floor and headed down to Ma's room. I realised last night that I hadn't actually checked us in, and when I mentioned it to Ma I pulled out my iPhone and did it there and then on the spot, which turned out to be VERY handy... then once it was getting close to the time the car was going to pick us up we headed downstairs, settled my broadband bill and went outside to wait.

Now, I KNOW that I booked the car for 8:30... I wrote it down on a little sticky note while I was in one of the meeting rooms at work and everything... but the closer it got to 8:30 the more I was getting antsy... and then it passed 8:30... 8:35... 8:40. It wasn't helped by the fact that just up the street from the hotel is the entrance to a car park, and with it being Monday morning and all, cars were streaming into the car park. So every time we thought that that next car could have been for us it would turn off.

Once it hit 8:40 I called the car company and she said that according to them the driver was due at 8:45 which I know is bullcrap... but shortly after that the driver called me and I'm still not completely sure what he said to me other than "5 minutes", which I took to mean he would be there in around 5 minutes.

Five minutes passed... 10 minutes passed... 15 minutes passed. So by this point it's coming up on 9am, and the car should have been there at 8:30. Not impressed!

Thankfully he showed up at 9, but then that meant we had a half hour drive ahead of us and I was starting to panic that maybe we wouldn't make the flight, even though it wasn't until 10:10.

But he got us to the airport by about 9:25 or so which wasn't too bad, although I think he was speeding most of the way (next time I think I'm going to ask for Carlos on both trips... he's chatty, but at least he's punctual!).

And I was incredibly thankful that I checked in online because when we got there the normal line for check in was ENORMOUS! But I told the nice lady at the end of the line that I'd checked in online and she directed us to the two counters at the end... which had almost nobody at them (score!).

In fact, I think it took longer to go through security than it did to check our bags in.

We did only have to wait about 10 minutes before the flight started boarding though... and I think I made the day of the woman checking the boarding passes, she'd never had an iPhone check-in before. I didn't mention that it was my first time too!

Did they ever used to load planes in an orderly fashion? Like letting everyone who has a window seat on first, then the next seat, then the aisle seat? It seems like it would be a faster system than what happens now... same with disembarking...

It wasn't a great flight... I'm not sure if it was because I was in an "inbetween windows" seat and ended up having to pull down the shade because the sun was making me quite warm or what, but I felt decidedly green around the gills pretty much the whole flight. I know Mythbusters disproved most of the travel sickness remedies but I may have to try some of those pills out next time, just to see if it makes any difference.

Once we landed I started to feel better though and by the time we'd collected our bags and got into the long and windy taxi line I was mostly okay.

It's always a little worrying when your taxi driver's ID photo looks like a child molester's mugshot... and he fidgets a lot...

He also ended up taking us on a bit of a ride, which I'm not overly pleased about... part of the detour was fine, there were road works on one of the roads and it was easier to go around them, but then he took the less direct route via King William Street rather than Light Square... grrr... stupid taxi driver.

It was nice to be home though... I didn't particularly miss my little house, but at least I came home to hot water, so that helps.

And all that was left to do was unpack...

minimal melbourne bootyYou know, so I could find all the interesting stuff in amongst useless bits of paper and dirty clothes... although the Chewie "voice" figure is to add to the other noise making things at work and at least one of the postcards is for one of the girls at work.

Right next to the postcards is a rock I found while we were at Southbank yesterday, and I just picked it up as a reflex... and proceeded to carry it around in my pocket all day long... in fact it's in my pocket now... don't ask...

I've pretty much spent the rest of the day making a trip to the supermarket for supplies, starting a little Tim Burton film festival and dicking around on the laptop.

And there will likely be more of the same tomorrow... as well as properly going through all the photos I took...

Oh, and for the record... here are the posts for Day One, Day Two and Day Three...

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movies: animation shorts 2

animation shorts 2: alma, the henhouse, the astronomer’s sun, scary therapy, mother of many, bruce, angry man, the wonder hospital, maska, a family portraitAs Forrest Gump famously said, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get"... well, a session of Animation short films is also like a box of chocolates... although sometimes you get a batch that are mostly things with coconut and hard toffee...

On balance, the Animation Shorts 2 session wasn't quite that bad, I think that the good outweighed the bad, if only the bad didn't take quite so long to finish...

In chronological order:

The Henhouse (7 min)
The tale of a fox who becomes people? Interesting and a good use of music to take the place of dialogue.

Bruce (4 min)
What if Bruce Willis was a tiny block of spam powered by a USB remote and made to replicate the plot to Die Hard... this was quite funny in parts, although a little uncomfortably weird at the end.

The Astronomer's Sun (6 min)
This had shades of Tim Burton about it... or possibly just undertones. But with a clockwork teddy bear, a strange machine and a childhood memory this was one of the two best shorts in the whole program.

Maska (23 min)
BORING! Also, completely incomprehensible, with subtitles and about 20 minutes too long. I very nearly fell asleep a number of times... this was absolutely HORRIBLE!

Scary Therapy (5 min)
I think I've seen these before between shows on SBS, cute little interludes with less than scary monsters on the therapists couch.

A Family Portrait (5 min)
An interesting photo based animation style, with an all too realistic story of a family portrait going horrible wrong.

Mother of Many (6 min)
This was dedicated to the director's mother who was a midwife and it was a beautiful, if occasionally borderline graphic, look at a woman who helps women to bring babies into the world.

The Wonder Hospital (12 min)
I'm not sure if part of this was supposed to be in actual 3D, but we didn't have any glasses for that... I'm also not completely sure what was going on with this short... it was promising and then it all went a bit too weird.

Angry Man (20 min)
A quite confronting look at a child who's father succumbs to "The Angry Man" who yells and breaks things and hits his mother... possibly a great one for showing to similarly aged children to let them know that it's okay to tell.

Alma (6 min)
And then we have Alma. I've actually seen Alma before, and it was part of the reason that I wanted to see tonight's session rather than last night's session... Alma is sweet, dark, beautifully realised and gorgeously rendered.

All in all not the best selection of short films, but there were a couple of gems in there.

It's also a little hard to give the whole thing one score.

yani's rating: Alma and The Astronomer's Sun get 4 animate inanimate objects out of 5... everything else averages out at about 1 confused plotline out of 5...

melbourne: market day

melbourne bikes golden bee
luna park coaster chinatown posse
Even though today has been hideous weather-wise, it's been a reasonable day as far as everything else goes... a little disappointing overall maybe, but not so bad.

And as the four images above illustrate, it's been very much an "all over the place" kind of day today... and because of the horrible weather I've been all about the layers... tee shirt, shirt over the top undone, hoodie over that and a scarf... and I've been taking things off and putting things back on and layering like the dickins all day long.

We started out fairly early this morning after I'd had about 4 hours sleep thanks to a combination of chatting with The Mutant and writing about chatting with The Mutant (amongst other things)... so there was no time for dilly-dallying this morning... although as it turns out there really was plenty of time for the dallying of the dilly.

Our first stop kind of set the tone for the rest of the day actually... we got down to the place we always like to visit on our Melbourne trips, Tropicana, just as it was opening for the day. But sadly the overly excited guy who runs the place wasn't there... and really, the breakfasts are average, the juice and coffee are tasty enough, but we keep going back in no small part because of him.

Plus the fact that as we were sitting outside enjoying our breakfast it started to bucket down... thankfully we were mostly under cover, but it was bloody cold and a bit wet.

And as I said, the whole thing set the tone for the rest of the day... things we've done before but somehow don't turn out as well as they have on previous occasions.

After breakfast we made an ill fated attempt to find a copy of the Adelaide Sunday Mail in Melbourne. Now I know it's not one of the fancy high brow papers, but really, we couldn't find one anywhere! But the adventures of looking for one did give us the opportunity to find a bunch of stuff... Or if not find them, then just photograph them.

The first was the rack of blue Melbourne bikes in Federation Square... and even though I haven't seen anybody actually using one in the last three days I still think they're a brilliant idea and it would be awesome if something like that was introduced in Adelaide (especially around Festival/Fringe time!). They're also highly distinctive, hence the photo.

The other thing we managed to find were the golden bees attached to the Eureka Tower on the other side of the river. We saw them last year from the Melbourne 360° tower but never got a chance to track them down... this time we did... almost by accident as we went in search of a paper.

We were mostly waiting for the Art Centre Sunday Market to open actually, so we wandered down Southbank for a while before heading back just after the market had opened. Unfortunately, due to a number of factors... like the fact that the market has been moved from the undercroft while they make some repairs down there, plus the forecast of rain and hail and thunder and whatever (of which, only the rain eventuated), the number of stalls was greatly depleted *sad face*.

That's not to say that we didn't buy things... we just didn't buy a lot of things. We went back to the Rocky Road stall we visited last year (and who, I think, sell stuff to my local 7 Day Supermarket) and the woman managed to talk me into a version made with dark chocolate and Orange Turkish Delight... which should be very tasty. Or wrong...

I also bought a pendant that I've been semi drooling over for the last three trips from Vince Story who does great Australian animal jewellery... and he had a very art-deco inspired cicada (at least I think that it's a cicada) which I just fell in love with. I need to take some decent photos of it once we're home (along with all the other stuff I bought)...

And due mostly to the walking and the carrying of stuff and just our general tiredness I think, plus how damn cold it was, both Ma and I got sucked into buying those buckwheat bags you heat in the microwave... mine is for my neck and stinks of clove and lavendar... and Ma's is for her feet and is actually filled with broad-beans that feel like pebbles. But I tried mine out earlier and I think it's going to be good especially at home when it's freezing cold, although I'm not sure I heated it up in the hotel room's fancy-ass microwave for long enough or quite right somehow because it didn't stay that warm for that long.

Once we'd finished at the Art Centre we hopped on the tram for St Kilda... which, just like every other time in recent memory, was packed to the gills (the tram that is, not the suburb of St Kilda), so much so that we never got around to validating our very expensive day trip tickets (we forgot there's a cheap Sunday day trip ticket... d'oh) until our return trip.

But for the same reasons of weather (actually more so, because it was colder down by the beach and there was a lot less protection) there were only a handful of stalls at The Esplanade Market, which sadly didn't include the people Ma has bought seahorse stuff from the last couple of times.

There was so little there in fact that the only thing we bought was a brooch from Matt Irwin's stall... there really wasn't much else to even look at, let alone buy from.

So once we were done with our first look and I'd snapped a great number of photos, including the Luna Park rollercoaster, we headed down Acland Street in search for lunch.

We did a full wander of the street, drooled a little in the window of a couple of the bakeries, Ma discovered that the Acland St Bakers Delight sells things we can't get in Adelaide anymore, so she bought up big... but after all the wandering we came back to Grill'd for lunch after enjoying to much last year.

In fact, Grill'd was the only portion of the day that was a repeat of something we'd done on a previous trip that wasn't a disappointment. Mmmm Crispy Bacon and Cheese burger...

We had a vague plan over lunch that since it was still reasonably early we could head back to the hotel, drop off our stuff then head off to Chapel Street. Fortunately that plan only lasted as long as it took us to get back into the CBD... it all just seemed like too much hard work for not very much of a reward... so we threw in that particular towel and decided instead to just wander around the city for a bit after attempting one last time to track down a Sunday Mail before I stopped caring whether or not we could find one.

But because we took the tram several additional stops up the road I did discover the Chinatown Posse street art that rounds out the photos.

However the wander didn't end up being as retail orientated as I first suggested... instead we went down to Federation Square (again) and went to the free Screen Worlds exhibition at ACMI which was okay, but not stellar... some of the interactive stuff was cool though... and I made the most of my very bendy hands and arms to put on an augmented reality shadow puppet show (essentially I made shapes and the computer projecting my shadow added stuff)...

Other than that it was a decent way to kill about an hour.

When we left the ACMI it was starting to bucket down with rain, so we figured we'd show up early for the Animation Shorts show... which was a good plan, because other than the "members" who get to go in first (grrr), we were right at the front of the queue with this nice Asian girl, a slightly crazy old German lady and an Indian couple and we all ended up chatting and having a good old time waiting in line.... Melbourne, hey!

There was also this old guy dressed up as a tram conductor giving people old tram tickets, old money "change" and a card about the documentary playing later in the week... it was very sweet and a great way to advertise their movie, although I did wonder if people would mistake the tickets for real tram tickets... (I got given a ticket very much like one I found in the back of my wardrobe a couple of weeks ago and a half penny from 1922).

After the movie we headed down to the corner and picked up some pasta (which was a bit m'eh) before coming back to the hotel to eat.

I left Ma in her room once again and it seems that other than watching the end of Who Do You Think You Are, all I've done tonight is sit at this little white desk banging away at my laptop. Which is my own fault and my own choice I know, but it will save me a bucket load of time tomorrow afternoon and Tuesday (I'm so glad that I'm taking Tuesday off) and will mean I can just chill out then... I just wish this chair was a little more comfortable.

But I still need to write something about the animation shorts and organise all my shit before tomorrow morning... I really don't want to be running around first thing trying to do it all...

I know, I know... woe is me... *wink*

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