ommmmminous hummmmm

Operation Thursday Night was entirely successful: lasagne initiates initiated, white sauce didn't lump, giant quantities of food consumed, Wanted watched, bonus dark chocolate truffles with Diemersfontein pinotage fillings. Yum. Wanted is an entirely ridiculous piece of cinema, with quite enough ironic self-awareness of action cliché to almost conceal its total lack of content, meaning, significance or actual narrative logic. It's a blast to watch. Particularly when drunk. My Evil Landlord pours a mean G&T.

As part of my current programme of work-burnout and consequent avoidance (it's fortunate I'm on leave from Monday), I am now completely addicted to Schlock Mercenary, which is a web comic about a 31st-century mercenary group. It's distinguished by violence, nastiness, cynicism, self-conscious framebreaking, succinctness, laterality, good science and very bad puns. (Also, plasma cannons that make an ommmmminous hummmm). I love it. It's thoroughly evil-minded. It's worth going all the way back to the start (circa 2000, so this will keep you occupied for a while) - the early artwork isn't up to much, but it does refine later on, and the story arcs are consistently good.

Earth Hour! Lights off at 8.30pm on Saturday. If we weren't Salty Crackering that evening I'd have a braai-and-candles party.