bironic

Another media-filled weekend, and apparently so much to say that it's been split into two posts of different tones. Um, this is the funnier one.

( 'Bad Education' - in which Gael Garcia Bernal singing in a white wig and sequined dress trumps Cillian Murphy singing in a black wig and fringed dress. )

( 'Nói' - in which our albino hero attempts to maintain his sanity in the midst of the nutso inhabitants of a remote Icelandic village. )

Having finished the Bunker book Saturday night (see last post), yesterday I read Oliver Sacks' ( The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat ). All in all not bad, not amazing; there are probably better books of its kind out there, perhaps including Sacks' own Awakenings.

My dad put on the Olympics last night and we made fun of the announcers while I secretly ogled athletes in Spandex. By the time the cross-country 4x10 relay was over, according to the stream of metaphors, the skiers were driving a bus on a train in a field lying in weeds playing cat-and-mouse with hammers in their hands. In Torino.

"House" is on tonight (schedule switch) but my horribly influential sister has convinced me to tape it and see "Tristram Shandy" instead, so you may be spared an earful about Wilson until later this week. I'm just so glad he's been used in these past couple of episodes and that he will continue to be used in the next few. Take that as you will.