Gloomy Tuesday

Once again, just trying out a new blog editor, this one Post2Blog courtesy Giveawayoftheday. Seems pretty handy so far, and infinitely less cumbersome than Windows Live Writer. Worth checking out, while you can, if you’re running your own blog, though I can’t say it’s a programme worth paying for. Like, though, how it has Imageshack and Flickr support built into it, as well as a thesaurus. Will this improve my writing? Not bloody likely. It’s a blog editor, not a miracle worker, damn it.

Not much worth reporting here, save for seeing The Last King of Scotland this weekend. Film’s pretty good, and Forrest Whittaker’s performance as Idi Amin deserves much of the buzz it’s receiving. Don’t think he’s quite the shoe-in for the Oscar that Helen Mirren is for The Queen, and it seems unlikely to me the Academy will give both top acting awards for (pseudo-)historical portrayals. Have also been enjoying old episodes of A Bit of Fry and Laurie, particularly Stephen Fry’s absurd, assing-good language-riffs.

Have also learned that one of my friends from my undergradling days just gave birth to a baby girl. This is wonderful news, of course, though I can’t help but feel a little old. Methinks I’m the only one from my coterie of friends still unmarried and unchilded. Let’s prefer to describe me as "mercifully unburdened." At the very least, it keeps Valentine’s Day remarkably affordable.

Oh, and one more thing (he writes, channeling Columbo): 24 officially jumped the shark last night with its last-minute revelation last night. I assume it was supposed to be a Big Surprise. It wasn’t. If you’ve seen L.A. Confidential, you should have seen the turn coming a mile away. I’m only surprised nasty revelation didn’t end with a taciturn uttering of "That’ll do, son." Oy vey.