Shiner

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Friday the 13th passed mostly uneventfully except for Otava unintentionally smashing my glasses into my face when I was trying to help him get up from the floor. Having a lens dig into your cheekbone hurts, for the lack of a better description, like a motherfucker. I have a pretty decent shiner and wonder if I look too much like a victim of domestic violence. At least I didn't get caught in the lift at the office again.

We went to see The Life Aquatic last night and it explained why I thought that the stickers around town were Jaques Cousteau instead of Steve Zissou. Great soundtrack and an all-star cast but, wow, what an odd movie. I was expecting it to be a comedy and I kept thinking that I must be missing key bits of pop culture since I wasn't laughing most of the time. I grew up on Cousteau documentaries but they're only a distant vague memory these days. I'm thinking that it might have helped to watch a few of them first to help ease the intense feeling of missing out on all the inside jokes that were certainly there but passed right over my head. And all my favourite actors whom I drooled over in the 70s and 80s are looking mighty old which is always disconcerting.

I'm baking again today...something for graduation parties. The joy and ease of translating a Swedish recipe by simply being able to use a dictionary or guessing is truly orgasmic.