I wasted one day.
Well, not entirely. There was the reading of Superior Saturday, followed by a short drive down the road to Bondi Junction Westfeild Borders to buy Lord Sunday; the final in a 7 book series.
And then there was the reading of said book.
Gosh it was a fulfilling end to a series. EVERYBODY DIES! Booyeah. Thanks Garth Nix for having the guts and audacity to so closely follow the Hero's Journey cycle.
Can we now all rest?
apparently not. Which is why I watched Død snø [dead snow] a Norwegian comedy horror film starring my new favourite Norwegian comedy horror film star Lasse Valdal [pictured above]. And yes, that is him stitching up a wound in his neck with a fish hook, thread and gaffa tape made by Nazi Killer Zombies.
What I found more difficult to stomach than the concept of Nazi Zombies in the snow, was the (only) sex scene with the movies fattest actor and hottest babe in the outhouse post dump by said fattest actor. She licks his fingers. Licks.
Fruit of the Moment: Sweet Bondi
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