grump

Have had this thrice-damned headache for three days now, with occasional bouts of accompanying nausea. It goes away when I hit it with painkillers, and comes back as soon as they wear off. Dear, affectionate little thing. Like a persistent puppy determined to widdle on your foot. Grump. And the painkillers are making me even more incoherent than usual. Earlier this evening I found myself accusing my Evil Landlord of failing to live up to his obligations as a Gerald and a Herman. Sigh.

I saw Robots this afternoon, which is possibly also why I'm grumpy. Irritating movie. About three really good moments, and the rest syrupy uplift bollocks loosely tied together with bad fart-jokes. I loved the vertiginous swoops through the cityscape via a variety of Heath Robinsonoid contraptions. And the ball-bearing ballet was marvellous. But the rest you can keep. Obvious, and not even particularly interestingly animated. *channels inner grumpy old bat*

On the other hand, am deeply rejoicing to discover that Alan Rickman is the voice for Marvin the Paranoid Android in the new Hitch-hiker's Guide. He'll be perfect!.