An Apology

And I of course mean an apology in the ancient greek sense; none of this modern kind of apology gift-wrapped with palpable remorse. This apology will be a pre-emptive justification for what follows. So why mislead by intending the less frequently-used definition of the word? Because I'm a writer who seeks in-the-moment-self-validation, that's why - and that comprises the apology. Now, lets move on.

You may have observed a semi-colon at the top of this piece. I honestly don't know whether it was necessary but it just feels right. In previous times that semi-colon would have stalled this post in development hell. No longer will I be held hostage by punctuation marks and their inferiority complexes.

Aside from the in-the-moment-self-validation, this blog will also serve as an aide-memoire. I have now reached the age of thirty and owing to the fact I live the life of a shut-in I don't have a great deal to talk about at parties. Many interesting things happen in the world everyday. I dutifully ignore and forget most of it because it isn't immediately relevant to my circumstances.

This week I learned that you are likely to eat less of a meal if you have made that meal yourself. The theory is that you 'pre-consume' the meal during the preparation stage and so your appetite loses interest until you crack open a packet of Rich Tea biscuits. I would try manufacturing my own Rich Tea biscuits if it wasn't so deliciously complex.

The information presented in the previous paragraph has been around since 2013 and is not especially novel, but it is new to me, and that is all that matters, to me. Me me me me me me.

Me.

So far I haven't said anything particularly engaging apart from that note about appetite, that was OK.

Some one-sentence reviews of films I watched this last week:

Contagion - An outbreak of a lethal and virulent disease affords several well-known actors the opportunity to commit selfless acts of altruism apart from Gwyneth Paltrow who dies in the first fifteen minutes, selfishly.

Ex-Machina - An intelligent attempt at intelligent sci-fi which I enjoyed succinctly.

Kill List - A rather pleasing affair of soldiers turner hired guns and their assured allegorical destruction.

Big Hero 6 - This film really is meant for kids and so I probably have no place remarking on how surprisingly dull it was.