Sunday night already? Hey. No fair. Someone's been pilfering my weekends. Bastards.

Watched an astonishing Brazilian movie tonight, City of God; powerful, stylish, violent, in-your-face, and disturbingly real. A heady mix of directorial and visual flourishes, a cracking good story, intriguingly structured, and genuine and impressive performances from a young and (mostly) inexperienced cast, City of God is one of the year's best. I need to see it again, and soon. Do not miss this one - it's being released on Region 2 DVD in September, but there's no confirmed release date yet for R1. It might still be playing in theatres where you live, so go check. Now. I command you.

So I got my widdle hifi shelf rack thingy on Saturday, and, yes, thanks for asking, it does look rather stylin'. (That's "stylin", sans the 'g'. That's how us hipsters spell it, see?) Damn, damn expensive, though - especially for what amounts to your basic five-shelf stereo rack. In steel. And glass. But now at least I can clear up some of the high-tech clutter around my TV, redistribute the bookcases in the living-room, and hopefully come out of this laughing. Laughing.

...and broke. But hey! Laughing.

Been another breathtakingly hot day today, and I got a slight sunburn. My face and arms are quite red. Not pleasant. Or attractive. Being a particularly fair-skinned and freckled white boy, I should learn to stay out of the sunlight (the night is my domain; the shadows my refuge; the darkness my berth). But I was comfortable, I was enjoying the book, and there was a pleasant breeze. By the time I began feeling a bit warm, it was too late. Still, I think it's a superficial burn, and it'll probably fade in a couple of days. And tomorrow's supposed to be rainy, so little chance it'll get worse, then.

I definitely need some cooler weather in order to function properly at work. Sunny blue skies are all well and good when you're on holiday, but when there's writing to be done, I'll take the grey skies and rain, thank you very much.  ¶ 00:19