You are what we call a Dorkus Molorkus.

I'm actually keeping my blog open in another window so I can keep listening to that song from the last post. See. Completely. And. Utterly. Obsessed.

Saw this yesterday:

I love Matt Damon. I think he's a really good actor (see: The Departed, Bourne films and Good Will Hunting...don't see: Stuck on You. Seriously. Don't ever see it.)

The film was good, if a little convoluted. The Iraq war is something e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e knows about, same goes for the WMD debate, so it needed some insight. Which I don't think it had.

Greengrass takes his super-fast-tumbling-camera technique to town here. It made the action skip along nicely though.

Oh, and excuse me while I fall in love:

Hubba. Hubba. Oh Lanvin, you tease me so. 

The dawn to end all nights,that's all we hoped it was.

Obsessed:

The album's pretty good. Only listened to it once through, but the single is beautiful. I love the Shins anyway, so win! 

Just when you thought it was safe

to turn on the radio, Macy Gray came back.

*stuffs radio in the cupboard*

Oh, her song's on an advert. Fantastic. Shall I part with my tv?...

*cuts ears off*

Jeremy Kyle owns thee.

I love Jeremy Kyle blowouts in Come Dine With Me. It lowers the tone nicely. In coordination with this breakout of the working-class, I reckon they should have to ride home on a bike whilst giving their scores. In spanish. Whilst it's raining.

You know it's Sunday when I talk about tv this much.

I like this.

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The dog days are overrrrrrr

Sometimes this can totally make an outfit:

And sometimes it makes you (me) want to run away (I couldn't because I was stuck on the tube with IT)

I am talking about socks with sandals. I know it's getting warmer, it's not boot weather (i wore my military, worker boots today- antiestablishment haha) and it's not quite sandal weather but some people must, nay, HAVE TO refrain! 

That subject in question was male and he was wearing dirty white socks with pastel pink Jesus sandals. 

Yes. It happened. 

Other things I've learnt today: 

I really like Ryvita in the morning. Nom nom nom.

I don't like people insulting Desperate Housewives in my seminars.

Romeo & Juliet 2.0 (well, 3.0 cos of that Baz Luhrmann one...)

Online profiles are weird. They are, aren't they? (oh yuck, my '?' key is all jammed. Note self: stop eating biscuits at the laptop. Second note to self: Laptop is not a mobile dining table)

Anyway this profile thought just occurred to me. It was instigated by looking at this random friend (random cos he's a virtual friend who i practically speak to zilch in real life and thus know zilch about him) and the last time i went on his page, it was plastered with pictures of his girlfriend; it was complete with a vom-inducing photo of them gazing into one another's eyes. BUT  now it's all disappeared, and here's the real kick in the virtual nuts (not that ex-girlfriends have nuts, not generally anyway): he had re-plastered his page with his new catch. All previous photos have gone KAPUT, naturally.

It's like a weird version of editing your public persona or something. It's just weird. It makes sense, his new squeeze wouldn't want that up there but it's like 'yeaaaah, i'll just erase that from my life'. Maybe it's me that's weird. That is generally the conclusion to my thoughts, see.

Hello, mini-me

This just struck me:

How much can a daughter look like her mother? Suri Cruise looks like Katie's mini-me. And well done, Suri your doll is en vogue dressed in nudey pastels and with her hair in bunches. This 3 year old knows Spring/Summer '10.

Sarah, storms are brewing in your eyes.

Names are hard. Learning them, remembering them. I don't do so well with it...I am endlessly apologising for forgetting names. It might just be easier to feign not knowing them and start again with a 'howdy'. Not that i'm Texan. Or a cowboy. They would think i'm queer.

I'm only fussing with names because the name of this blog is pretty much just pointing out i'm old, getting older. It'll do for now, maybe i'll be struck by inspiration for a new name, or maybe i'll just fake a cooler, younger age.

Oh, hai.

This is new.