It's really quite cold today.

Looking out the window, summer still appears to linger, but looks can deceive: it's absolutely freezing. A week ago, all you needed was a t-shirt (and pants. I shouldn't have to mention pants. It's really quite obvious, when you think about it. Normal human beings always wear some kind of pants -- short or long), and today it's sweater-and-jacket weather (and pants. Of course).

It's cold, chilly even, but beautiful, crisp, and welcome, after a particularly hot and humid few months.

And that's it for the weather.

I'm seeing Signs tonight, and I'm giddy as a little schoolgirl. I love M. Night Shyamalan's films -- Unbreakable more than The Sixth Sense, actually -- and from what little I know of Signs (I've tried to steer clear of spoilers), it seems absolutely brilliant. Besides, Shyamalan was born one week after me, and we went to the same film-school, so hey!

Before that, I have a bunch of research to do, and an article to publish, so I must...go. Now.

(Oh, and I got a bunch of DVDs today, including (yay!) season one of 24. Can't wait to see it again, this time in anamorphic widescreen. Hurrah!)  ¶ 16:08