This is the last time I listen to my brother.

Last night I went to see District 9. I was really looking forward to see it. I have a lingering affection for aliens from my X-Files days, and several people (including my brother Jamie) had spoken highly of it. I envisioned it as the sleeper hit of the summer. I couldn't wait to hop onto the District 9 bandwagon. 

I had forgotten how much I do not enjoy scenes of violence. And this movie had lots of it. Bodies being blown to shreds, with remnants covering the camera lens. Me no likey. When I watch a movie, I sometimes have difficulty detaching from the events on screen. It was really difficult to watch ruthless killings and seeing aliens suffer. Prawns have feelings too, you know.

In happier news, I am heading home for the weekend. I was supposed to attend a family golf tournament and picnic, but it has been cancelled because of the impending hurricane. I'm sure I'll manage to find something else to do. This is the last weekend Jamie has at home before he goes back to school. Rumor has it that he will be living in Halifax next summer, so I hope to enjoy some time with him while he is still at home. *sigh* Change is hard.

Way too darn hot

Gah. It's too hot to be alive today. Seriously. Even breathing makes me sweaty today. As a result, I am heading over to M's house, because he has an outside and a basement and himself, so I think I'll be much more comfortable. This weekend he bought a set of zero gravity chairs, and we spent a large amount of time sitting and reading in the shade. Because that's all one can do in this wretchedly warm weather.

Recently I attempted to further my membership in the Church of Catherine by donating blood. I have meaning to do this for a while, and a blood-typing clinic at work finally gave me the motivation to make my first appointment. Imagine my disappointment when they had to prematurely stop my donation because my veins were too small and the blood was not flowing properly. Also imagine my extreme embarrassment when I burst into a steady stream of silent tears when I realized that my very first blood donation failed.

I also recently saw the movie Julie & Julia, and now, like many others I'm sure, I find myself with a renewed interest in cooking and blogging. Perhaps the story of Ear Girl will soon find itself to a movie screen near you (*snort*).