...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Had Evidence seminar today - time-travelling tie man was in a snit and generally acting like a complete twat for the first hour, humiliating people who didn't give him the answers he wanted and just being a berk. He calmed down after a while and at the end he apologized and said he was having family problems and his kids were keeping him awake.

What. The. Fuck.

Listen, dickwad, nobody put a fucking gun to your head and forced you to breed. Leave your goddamn personal life at home; you get no sympathy from me.

Fucktard.

Afterwards, went into town to buy bedding for Thlayli and returned with shiny new manga and a new skirt, thus proving I have absolutely no willpower. On more positive note, think I have found the dress I'll wear to the Law Ball. Asked Marcus to put it aside for me until parental units arrive. Marcus and I had the whole Alexander vs Achilles conversation, and decided that Colin Farrell emerged as a clear winner for the following reasons:

Colin Farrell is Irish, and the Irish are known to be scrappers.

Brad Pitt is American and the Americans are known to be, well, American.

Colin Farrell has the Eyebrows of Intimidation.

Colin Farrell can actually act.

Colin Farrell is better looking.

Colin Farrell/Jared Leto is about 53496845906745967945 times hotter than Brad Pitt/ugly no-name actor who played Patroclus.

Achilles would have to pause every few seconds during a fight to pose and make that stupid gormless face that he made throughout Troy.

Colin Farrell is just TUFF.

Then we started talking about whether Hector or Alexander would win in a fight, but we couldn't decide because:

1) Australians and Irish people are about equal in terms of TUFFness

2) Eric Bana is the Hulk and could smash Colin Farrell, but Colin Farrell is Bullseye and he could just shoot the Hulk from miles away.

On balance, I think Colin Farrell emerges ahead, because he survived a film with Ben Affleck and Jennifer Gardner in it, and clearly anyone who emerges unscathed from such a typhoon of shittiness must be uberTUFF.

You go, Colin Farrell.

Grr.

Too fucking hot. Woke up this morning feeling like I was being suffocated. Bastard summer.

New DVD player arrived. Have yet to try it out, though. Will do so in the evening when lounge is not a killer suntrap.

Started clean-up from last night, but realised halfway through that I couldn't be bothered. Don't really need that cutlery anyway.

Best thing about cooking a roast beef dinner for four? Eating the left-overs. Horseradish sauce + gravy makes everything taste better. Plus, no cooking for me tonight. Woo!

Cinema tomorrow with Alan, Jess and James, providing we can agree on what to watch. Jess and James want to see 13 Going On 30. Have threatened to jump off balcony if they make me see anything with Jennifer Garner. Some people cannot appreciate the trauma of being forced to sit through the Daredevil movie - Jennifer Garner + Ben Affleck = a pain not even Colin Farrel can soothe.