Schadenfreude and more

I’m fucking loving Armidale motel teev. Austar Movie One and Movie Extra fucking rock. I don’t believe for a second that I’d be better off wandering the streets looking for students to impress, to share a drink with.

Tonight it is movies, tomorrow I’ll be reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being and writing letters to friends and family.

Right now, I wanted to tell you that I am watching The Matrix, and loving it. Kate Moss in greased skin. Canoe Reeves in shirt and tie. Sydney underworld wannabe figurines in latex. Perfect. Neat. Why on fucking Earth did they have to make the next 2 films with all that messianic shit in them?

I am still hoping that Lawrence Fishburn will offer to show me how deep his rabbit hole goes. (Oh my!) So many product placements. So much cock-stroking. “Take a look at his neuro-kinetics!”

I am talking Schadenfreude is because I feel joy in the suffering of others. Or another, at least. More on that later.