Sometimes, gifts fall into your lap as if from
Lord Xenu heaven. The 7-minute Scientology infomercial DVD on ‘The Golden Age of Tech II’ – accidentally delivered to our flat – falls firmly into this category. Cleverly, they’ve made it parody-proof with a cast so zoned out of their minds, delivering lines so bonkers, that it would defy any attempt at exaggeration. (I can’t find it online, but it’s similar to this example from last year. Enjoy.)
Two weekends ago, Todd convened a salon (I’m writing this in italics to encourage you to read it with a French accent) to watch a film with rather more artistic merit: Wall-E. And then discuss it. And discuss it properly, like my beloved book club days, with starter questions to kick us off and a rewardingly wide-ranging discussion. Many thanks to the winter months for forcing everyone to stay inside and do this sort of thing.
Indoor activities this month also included a lot of board game activity with Catherine, Jason and AJ. Board games are funny, because I tend to forget their existence, until every now and then I encounter true aficionados (hat-tip, Oliver, Abi and Kat) which reminds me that the world has moved on from Monopoly. Don’t get me wrong, I have very happy childhood memories of trying to bankrupt my family with a strategically-placed property empire, but I have decided that any future family I have will also get to experience newer, better-designed games like Settlers of Catan or Ticket to Ride.
Together we also saw indie-pop band Jukebox the Ghost, who briefly looked like they might be heading for disaster when the keyboard failed to work. But after a few minutes, crisis was averted, and the crowd broke into the spontaneous chants of U-S-A which (it has since been argued) were ironic. I’m not so sure.
Talking of patriotism, I watched Tuesday night’s State of the Union address at Katie’s, while simultaneously inspecting the state of the union between her mac and cheese. Both were strong! Less strong were my bowling skills, as exposed on Friday night after Michele organised a get-together-and-try-to-knock-over-some-pins night. But bowling, much like board games, is (a) only taken seriously if you happen to be winning, and (b) much enhanced by alcohol. So what I lack in “super powers” and “ninja skills” of the Scientologists, I can more than make up for in the “happiness rundown” stakes. WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN AGE.
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