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i got some email from gala today. gala is one of my new friendlyfriends here in australia. she's a kiwi (the nationality, not bird or fruit) and she moved here with si who is, like bartlebee, australian by birth but not by taste in malted beverage.

it's too bad gala emailed me. if she had called me, i might have wet my pants laughing. i might have wet 'em because my phone displays this picture of her when she calls:

see? funny! she's making the fish face and, uh, the fish face. right.

so anyway, she sent an email saying that we should all go to see a film at the rooftop cinema. good idea, eh? it's like watching a movie on top of a building downtown except you watch a movie on top of a building downtown which is slightly cooler.

gala says we should go see bladerunner. so i look through the schedule and note all the films that i think would be good to watch and write back. i clock, however, that bladerunner is not on the schedule.

except as i click send i notice i didn't write bladerunner.

i wrote blandrunner.

blandrunner.

i don't really know what to say about that.

perhaps i've seen it too many times?

or maybe i'm distracted thinking about what sort of job i'll get from this temp agency i'm interviewing with tomorrow? doing stupid errands for guys in suits? job title : blandrunner. that's me.

sigh.

my wife is covered in electrodes now. but that's another story.