Mary Gilmore is sitting on my desk, staring balefully at me for blogging rather than continuing with her scholarly edition layout, but I just know that if I don't write this post, it will fade away like all the other failed posts I've ever intended to write. I guess there are three pressing things to write about:
1. IS SUNDAY THE START OR THE END OF THE WEEK?
This morning the radio news mentioned 'the death of Steve Irwin last week'. In my understanding, the week starts on Monday. Best Beloved disagrees. But if we're following a predominantly judeo-christian (note lowercase there) calendar, isn't Sunday the day of rest at the end of a working week? I could wiki it, but I reckon one of you intelligent readers will be able to give me an explanation.
2. AFI SCREENINGS: down and dirty on the streets
It's the Australian Film Institute Awards judging season again, and as members, we're in the thick of viewing as many films as we can. This year the predominant theme seems to be streetwise and seedy, drawing upon our Australian right to look cool while we break the rules and thumb our noses at authority. It's ok occasionally, but a bit jaded by the third or fourth film in a row. Still, I'm trying very hard to watch each film freshly, to give it a chance. I haven't got time to go into depth, so I'll give you the speedy version of what I've seen so far:
Em 4 Jay: Heroin. Bonny & Clyde. Good pace, some good laughs, old theme. Nothing very cutting-edge or shocking (unless you are offended by nudity and injection scenes) but entertaining in parts. Good lead actors.
Kenny: Very 'The Castle', endearing with fabulous Aussie vernacular. Take your (older) kids for some good poo humour.
Macbeth: Reviewed well on Sarsaparilla. If the intention was to make the play accessible to a modern audience, it worked for me (first time I've watched any form of M without wanting to drift off somewhere internally), although I could have done without the Michael Hutchence treatment of the lead character (half expected him to wrap a belt around his neck at the end). Lady Macbeth fabulous.
The Book of Revelation: A few things grated on me in this but generally powerful, with beautiful visuals and some compellingly twisted sexual issues. Tom Long (always a favorite of mine) looked amazing.
Lots more to see! Lots of babysitter points being racked up.
3. HOW CAN I WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS???!!!
What is it with cats and desks? The following is an example of my home office working conditions (and as I construct it, Mary Gilmore's manuscript pile is being warmed nicely by Pooter's fluffy arse).
Every time I leave the room, this is what I see when I return. Padge.
Pooter sits on my lap, then uses my arm as an armrest. I don't think he realises what bad OH&S practice this is.
When he gets bored, he shifts around and lies on my mouse hand.
As he lies there, he sees things that should be chased, like this naughty nimble pencil.
Finally, when my hands are numb, he moves to warmer climes -- lampbathing under my ancient and manky desklamp.
Then Padge, having recovered from being ignobly cast from HIS chair, joins Pooter for a gentle lamp-bathe, looking for all the world like two Victorian dowagers in mourning.
Padge, being for some reason extra dusty today...
...gets a gentle clean from his brother. Meanwhile, I am trying to get to the papers underneath their bums.
Pooter gets the hint, but Padge, as ever, is persistent. Pooter then begins the whole cycle again by trying to jump onto my lap. If I get up to go to the loo, Padge will get onto my chair.
Sigh. I hope Dame Gilmore liked cats.