something very much like nothing anyone had seen before

Things I Must Do This Week: see several movies, including Phantom of the Opera, mostly because of the review of it by one of my more favoured Harry Potter slash fanfic writers, mistful. And because hey, shameless gothic may possibly outweigh the trademark Lloyd Webber cheesiness. Also Elektra, just because I always see superhero movies, just because. And, in defense against all that pop culture gloss, probably Alfie. And Hero. In fact, probably not enough week here. What is it with movie distribution? vast acres of unwatchable crap for months on end, and then sudden rains of frogs.

I realise that I promised, lo these several posts ago, to read King Rat, which I have subsequently not done, because it slipped my mind. More accurately, it slipped down behind my desk in one of those classic slow-motion landslides characteristic of piles of books, particularly piles of books which are being consulted regularly, usually from the bottom of the pile, and I forgot about it. The hazards of academic life, up there with departmental politics, chronic insolvency and postmodernism. And, it appears, hopelessly rambling sentences. Anyway, have retrieved King Rat from its somewhat appropriate lurking spot in a dark corner by the skirting board, and will keep it to hand as an antidote against the little herd of second-years with which this week will confront me. Poor dears.