Yesterday was dramatic, today is ok.

Yesterday I was caught in the great flash flood of Bourke st Mall, March 6th. It was amazing. I was in Myers with a friend and we went outside and it had suddenly become extremely dark, almost as if it were night time, although it was only 3:30. Then the hail started, great balls of ice falling from the sky (because that's what hail is) and then almost suddenly things were going bat shit crazy. There were people running screaming, although it was happy screams, and every body was drenched. We sheltered in Myers cosmetics section for a little bit and then when we went out we slowly realised that we were trapped. Just a side note, those women who work and hang out in the cosmetics counters at Myers wear so much make-up that they look like clowns. It's actually kind of gross. Anyway, Bourke st mall was like a small river, it was pretty cool. As my friend, if only we had boogie boards. Also, thank you to the world for having people upload shit up onto youtube quicker than you can say 'hey, you should youtube that'. Gives me a whole new sphere of visual reference.

The best thing about all of this though, was that I was with my good friend Spookyrumpus and her new baby girl. It was scary being amongst it all with a baby but Spooky is an excellent mother and kept it cool calm and collected. Spookys baby, whom I will now on refer to as Spookette, pretty much slept through the whole ordeal. And drooled. Although, according to Spooky, that's her response to almost everything. I tell you, and you may have guessed this already, but I don't really have a 'cute' area in my brain, for example, recently a friend of mine showed me a picture of her new kitten and I said, and I thought it was sweet, that it looked like a malnourished baby monkey, but this kid, wow, cute doesn't even come close to describing her. Truly amazing. I held her a couple of times and she fell asleep on me. I thought that was pretty cool. A tiny little human with tiny little nails. All in all, it was one of my better days.

Today I wanted to go to the gallery and see the Ron Mueck exhibition but it was closed due to storm damage. I decided that I was going to go see Avata so I got all ready, picked myself a little picnic to eat in the cinema, got lit, went on down and totally did not anticipate the masses of people that would be there. The line was huge and it was all people with their kids and all I wanted was a quiet cinema experience, not 300 retards laughing at the dumbest shit imaginable. So I turned around and came home and am now watching Lethal Weapon and drinking grape juice mixed with coke. Its a bit odd but it tastes ok.
I was so ready to hate on Avata so I feel a bit disappointed. There was some good opportunity for some cathartic hate, so I feel like it was not so much an event that was missed but an outlet. I am thoroughly enjoying Lethal Weapon though. Mel Gibson plays a great psycho cop. I think we're coming up the the torture scene where they rub salt into Danny Glovers wound. I remember this from my childhood. I watched so many violent films as a kid it's no wonder I turned out as I have. Also, in the scene where Mel Gilbson is sitting on his couch and is putting the gun to his head and is on the verge of committing suicide, I noticed that his pants are undone. What's with that?