Wolfman
Well, it was a case of a great ad, with a lame movie
I can't really say much about this movie. It's a pretty typical telling of the story - man's brother is missing, goes home to look for him, gets bitten by wolf, turns into wolf, takes on the other wolf, wolf massacre.
I remember saying to my flatmate that I'd be disappointed if the original wolf turned out to be Anthony Hopkins, but he really was the logical choice, given that he was the only 'name' actor present. It does seem that he has taken a liking to pies, given the rather large increase in his bulk in this film.
I could talk more about it, but it really was unimpressive. Cliched, obvious, disappointing.
In other news, I demolished a garden shed today. My neighbour said that it took ages to do his, unscrewing everything. I'm too lazy for that, so instead I he-manned everything apart. A very expensive trip to the dump though (not for the shed, that'll be scrap metal). If you thought marijuana was a problem, wait til you have to clean up the junk left by people trying to grow it.
I'm going for a job interview tomorrow. I don't really think the job is suitable, but I guess I'll find out. I've worked in that field before, but it's quite a different role than what I've had in the past.
I had a night out last night, not particularly late given I had to work in the morning. For some reason, this woman kept rubbing my shoulders and stroking my hair, saying I was such a beautiful boy, second only to her son. Oh, and I should also go in the Rural Bachelor of the Year. Her husband thought it was a great joke. I kinda did - except that only fifty year old women find me attractive, their daughters do not.
I'm a bit worried about one of my mates. There was an incident last night (I wasn't present, I'd gone home by that stage) where he was so drunk that he coma'd out standing upright. The other guys didn't know what to do, so they put him in the recovery position. Then he woke up on the ground, probably thinking that someone had knocked him down, and tried to attack one of them. This is the same guy that KO'd himself on the road a few months back. My flatmate's girlfriend asked if he was on something that night (the first time), which is something I hadn't considered. It's quite possible he is - his sister told me about his depression, but I'm the only one down here that knows. Alcohol and anti-depressants don't mix well. I'm not sure he's actually on them, but it makes sense. Regardless, drinking that much is completely pointless. There's only room for one drunken fool in my group of mates, and that's me.
In more relatable news, NZ is playing Wales tonight in Rugby Union. Wales will get beaten, but we are fielding a relatively inexperienced starting lineup, so no doubt it will be much closer until they start running out the reserves. I hear there is a nude curtainraiser, although not at the same ground (it wouldn't be a great sight on the pre-match coverage).