I really stuck it to the man! Or not.

I brought the CD back to the shop and endured the suspicious looks from the staffperson and then tried to find a CD to replace it. Complete blank. Not a blank CD, a blank mind. I couldn't remember what Coral CD I wanted, but I was pretty sure it wasn't that one. What was the name of the latest Aimee Mann? I'd heard Hail to the Thief was copy protected too, so I avoided that one. I desperately scrabbled around until I picked out The Foo Fighters latest. Can't even remember what it's called. I examined the small print on the back to make sure that it wasn't copy protected. I didn't seem to be, so I took it in exchange and left. Of course it's published by Bertlesman Music Group.

To recap: I got a CD I didn't really want and the music publisher I hate got my money anyway.

Score!

I finished Half-Life. The last time I played it I gave up trying to kill the monster at the end, having been told that there wasn't any more game after that, but this time I succeeded. Wahoo. Let down. Nothing much happens afterwards, but I killed the bastard. Sorry. Anyway, I can move on to Opposing Force now.

I will be thirty-eight soon. It's funny, I've kind of mentally written myself off as forty (or as good as) for a while so the fact that there's actually two years to go is surprising. When Anna is twenty-one I will be forty-eight. When Paddy is twenty-one I will be fifty-six. When thingy is twenty-one I will be...let's just stop now shall we? Complaining about being old or getting old is like complaining about the weather. Except you can always put on a raincoat or move to a more clement clime. Pointless.

A friend of the female gender was talking about a shift in perceptions recently. She noted that when she recently found herself in the company of a gorgeous hunk she found herself thinking What a lovely young man and having no lascivious thoughts at all. She followed this up by remarking that friend of her's, also female, had noted this too, that being surrounded by young Mediterranean men made her smile fondly and think how sweet. Me, I looked at my feet and felt dirty.

A while back I saw a reference to the movie Bound and it was a good reference, indicating that not only was it sexy, but a satisfying thriller too. I filed this away for future reference. Then someone else mentioned it (online) and this reaffirmed my intention to rent it when the opportunity arose.

The next time I was in the video shop I enquired about the movie and was told it was out. So I reserved it for a couple of days later. We forgot all about it and three weeks later Sally got it and a couple of kids movies out. A special deal meant that we could have them all out for a week. The night before they were due to go back, we realised we hadn't watched the damn thing but as we were out to dinner with friends, there was nothing we could do about it. So we renewed it and scheduled the next evening to watch it. Kids were packed off to bed, a fire was lit, everything was set.

Fifteen seconds into the movie I realised I'd seen it. This never happens to me. I always remember movies.

I must be getting old.