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[freckles_and_doubt]

So, it's been bucketing with rain for two days. This makes me happy. Except, that is, when I dash through the storm chortling in glee, fling myself into the car, wipe down enough interior windows that I can see through the condensation sufficiently to drive, start her up and take off, only to have about three litres of water cascade gently through from under the dashboard, piling up in the centre console and, with a mathematical accuracy I somewhat resent, inside my left boot. I have no idea where it's coming from. Probably from the ventilation grille for the fan, which has always leaked a little bit but never like this - I'm not sure if a new hole has opened up in the space-time continuum, or if the rain was at exactly the right angle to catch the pre-existing small hole. I shall have to Take Steps. In future, I shall park the car in the inverse position. Wheels in the air.

We had Random Themed Movie Club on Friday night, watching "time travel movies" chosen by stv. The Jacket started out all harrowing and ended up all soppy; Primer was almost, but not quite, completely incomprehensible from beginning to end, and made us realise that that XKCD strip could actually be perfectly accurate. That being said, I nonetheless thoroughly enjoyed both of them; Jacket for its snowscapes, small girl child and Adrien Brody, who does vulnerable/haunted rather endearingly, and Primer for its beautiful naturalism and geek-speak observed in its natural habitat - not to mention the unusual experience of watching a film that's clearly considerably more intelligent than I am rather than, as is more common in the average Hollywood dreck, considerably less. The two movies were also a fascinating comparison: the absolute simplicity of time-travel as a plot in one, versus the absolute mind-bending complexity in the other. I feel much more lateral now.

Comments

[mac1235.livejournal.com]

If you have a golf, open the bonnet and check the drainage by the windshield isn't clogged with leaves.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Huh. Shall do so, confidently expecting to find it clogged with plane tree bobbles, errant moles, bird crap, stray pocket universes, ghost-shreds and innumerable dead mice stashed there by the cats. Also, probably with giant rusted holes in strategic bits. This city isn't kind to cars.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Good lord, what a useful man you are. You were absolutely correct: both drainage holes were stuffed solid with what used to be leaves and plane-tree seeds, but are now a rather beautiful, rich, bosky compost. If I had several sacks of it I could probably grow triffids. Now I have holes where holes should be, draining neatly over the bulkhead, and hopefully all will be gas and gaiters. Thank you!

[mac1235.livejournal.com]

No need to mention how long it took me to work that out on my golf...