At work today we were watching a little bit of the Matrix: Reloaded, specifically the bit where Keanu is giving the Merovingian's thugs a righteous smackdown, and one of the guys at the office said, "you know what the thing about this movie is? These guys all look like they're from Sydney". OK so it's a bit harsh, but if you've seen that scene and you've been to Sydney you'll know exactly what he meant, and you'll know it wasn't a complimentary observation.

Not too bad a day today. Already getting a bit sick of the constant marketing; things aren't likely to let up until middle of next week; sigh. I have this rather unpleasant habit of always listing the reasons why something can't be done whenever someone asks me to do something, but some of the people around the office are so chipper and enthusiastic about projects they only tenuously grasp that it's very hard to keep from developing it. I tend to respond much better to "look, we need something that does this. Do you think you could come up with something?"; but I guess practically speaking I just need to learn to respond better to "we need an x that's absolutely fucking brilliant, it's gotta blow people away, it's gotta ..." [quote edited for brevity]. Internally I invariably respond with tell you what, I'll come up with something competent, effective and satisfactory, and we can see about the fucking brilliance once the groundwork's done. I'm so bitter.

I'm planning on seeing Bright Young Things tomorrow night, which is to say Tuesday, at the Kino at 7.10pm if it's still showing there. So if you want to come along and you happen to read this in time, say hi.