I was having coffee before my shift on Wednesday night and on comes Transporter 2: Let’s go to America! As action flicks go, it is undeniably silly.
I am inspired however. On my way home this morning I was tempted to try to flip my car a gazillion feet into the air, spiralling as I went, with such precision that a bomb underneath could be whipped off by a convenient crane hook. Piece of cake. When I land I won’t be a jam smear on the upholstery either. My brain might be jam-ish inside the nifty skull packaging, but so it goes.
We started watching The Golden Child tonight (Thursday). Aside from the awful synth soundtrack and clunky looking special effects (with WHOOSH! noises as appropriate), it stands as a pretty good flick. Small lad was enthralled and we have a date to watch the rest of it tomorrow (bed time intervened).
Disconcerting coincidence for this week: Facebook entry from my sister “Honk if you don’t care about State of Origin”. At work we were just discussing HONK (hyper-osmotic non-ketotic) coma in diabetics (nasty). Certainly more off-putting than medical-acronym numberplates. (Could the owner of vehicle with registration LVS-001 please return to your vehicle. The thought of the first collection of a low vaginal swab (either by or from yourself) is making our eyes water. You have also left your lights on).
I also have issues with Holden Special Vehicles. Did herpes really need a plug from a car manufacturer?
