Shite @ MindSay

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Today was a weird Sunday - not like my usual routine.
Nana and grandad are on holiday somewhere at a camp down south - so I didn't get my Sunday roast today.
Instead, I got a greasy English breakfast. Mam was shouting me at about 12 to come down - she'd made me a fried egg, sausages, a bit of bacon and a slice of toast. It was a nice change, I suppose.

Afterwards, we watched some Come Dine With Me and a DVD's worth of Desparate Housewives.
And unlike most Sundays, I didn't spend all day playing video games - I actually don't think I played any. :(

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I didn't used to have such shitty Thursdays... I'm starting to get a lot of Thursdays where I feel really depressed.
The number of depressing Wednesdays has shot up too.
And what's happening to all my content Saturdays? They're becoming neutral...

Media Studies was shite, English Language was shite.
The two high points of today were eating the two egg mayonnaise sarnies my dad made for me and playing GARDENING MAMA on Shelly's R4.

It's just so silly, the idea of Mama doing something other than cooking.
I like Cooking Mama - and thankfully, Gardening Mama plays the same.
But it's a silly silly game. :)

Then I had a few goes on Wario Ware: Touched - got some legendary scores - one of them was 128.
There's a challenge for Shelly - beat those scores. :)

Even if I'm just doing something silly and small with Shelly - like playing DS with her - I appreciate the time spent with her.

Once again, I fell for the hype.  Once again I have lost a small part of my life that will never ever be replaced.  Once again, I curse the cinema for not allowing an intermission in long films for me to get up, stretch my legs and most importantly get some beautiful sweet nicotine, tar and assorted carcinogens into my lungs.  In fact, they should allow cinemas to be smoking ares again.  Screw you rabid anti-smokers and your hatred of my used tobacco fumes - I will smoke in front of you then piss on your grave after your body instantly explodes into a huge pulsating ball of cancer.  Fuck you.  But I'm not going to rant about smoking again, or at least any more than I have already.  I (as well you may have guessed from the title) have other things on my mind. 

The Book
Apparently The Da Vinci Code is the sixth best selling book ever, so it must be good.  I mean, everyone is talking about it - how deep and meaningful it is and how it's opened their eyes to blah blah and how the Church is blah and blah Opus Dei!  I have read more interesting stories of this style by typing "mason conspiracy jews" into google, clicking on page 8 then going to the first link that catches my eye.  (I just tried this and funnily enough the first thing that I saw was a Mindsay blog.  Just goes to show.)  In respect, I have to say it is readable and the storytelling is acceptable, but not quite up to the task of hiding the cliched and overwhelmingly dull story. 

"Dull?" I hear you say.  "But it's chock full of action and mystery and suspense!"  The dullness lies in the predictability - you guess what is coming from a mile off, the storytelling is just about good enough to keep you going, then you find out that you are right.  Repeat until you no longer give a shit about the characters.  This may be at the end of the book but you'll probably be bored silly by half way.  Continuing this line of thought, the re-readability will be none since you know what is going to happen, but don't care enough for the craft of the book to go through it all over again.

Summary:  Don't bother, but you probably know this already as every person on the planet owns seventeen copies.

The Film
I went to see the film for two reasons - firstly that my Dad fancied watching it and offered to pay for me, and secondly that less of my life would be wasted watching it than actually finishing the rest of the book - plot points shoved down your throat in typical hollywood blockbuster style.  In this sense, it really went for it - the smallest detail was thrown in your face for the minimum mental stimulation possible.  Other than that it was a lovely mix of shitty pop-theology, violence and appalling predictibility.  Oh yes, it stayed faithful to the book in this regard, but what storytelling there was has been removed to make way for, I don't know, the director's massive coke habit.

I'm tired, so I'll stop here, but I think you get the idea.  Avoid.

Thought for the Day:
"If there's one thing that annoys me more than things that waste my time, it's people who waste my time.  Whenever I meet one of them, I can't help but wish I was at home masturbating over pictures of my incredibly hot sister.  Then I remember I don't have a sister, and I don't masturbate since my sex organ is a dried up, loveless husk.  This only serves to make me more annoyed."

Guh, I am hungry and I slept like shite last night.