Iran.

It's too much for me. I can't look at it anymore.

Mum and Dad are home. I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

I really needed to read this.

Thank you, Andrew Sullivan.

Read Obama's Response.

Mum and Dad hath returned!

They got me the COOLEST HAT EVER! Which I shall take a photo of myself in tomorrow. I am so fucking delighted with this hat. It also keeps my head incredibly warm, which, considering how fucking cold it is lately, is a real relief.

Dad's giving me plenty of ammo for my blog about him that I'm going to build now he's back. It'll be called "Grumpy Old German Guy/Man" (can't figure out which it should be, guy or man) and it'll be all about Dad being, well - a grumpy old German dude. I was playing Animal Crossing on the Wii and he hadn't seen a Wii before. It wasn't here before he left. I was explaining what I was doing in the game. But he doesn't hear so well.

So he heard me explaining my finding Joan the Sow to buy turnips and sell them later at a higher price and exclaimed, "That's a pyramid scheme!" I blinked. "What?"

"Who you gonna rip off with that? Some poor unsuspecting..." He mumbled then and I thought that he was showing remarkable concern for these fictional anthropomorphic animals.

"I'm just buying and selling-"

"Turnips go off!" he said.

"Well, yeah," I agreed. Wow. He really knew the ins and out of Animal Crossing - waaaaait a minute. Dad knew shit all about computer games. "Dad... I meant in the game."

"OH!" He laughed and was incredibly relieved that I wasn't going to start growing turnips and selling them in real life. Man, I laughed so hard. God damn, it's good to have these bastards back! :)

Oh yes, oh yes.

I am sucking on a German sugarfree coffee lolly that reminds me of Kalhua. It's surprisingly awesome for a sugarfree treat. Mum's listening to some awesome music, David Attenborough is on TV (salmon run, whoohoo!) and Mum is also making roast pork and sauerkraut for dinner.

I'm warm, I have an awesome hat, and I have had all the sleep I need.

Suddenly I don't despise Miss Marple.

There was "A Pocketful of Rye" on ABC1 tonight. There's a new Miss Marple. I like her, I really like her. I didn't realise until this new Marple was on the scene that I didn't have that much of a problem with Marple: I didn't like the actress playing her. She imbued Marple with a superior gossipy quality.

This new Marple, though, has a kind and open face. I've seen her in things before and I've always liked her. You can easily imagine people trusting her, or dismissing her as an old biddy. You could imagine people either liking her or being aggravated with her. And she looks bloody smart.

I think I'm just a bitch when it comes to certain actors. If I don't like their faces, or their voices, I'll just be turned off the entire production. Like Potato-head in the new Bond films (I forget his name). Or that Irish guy in Jekyll. Can't stand him either. He's always this smug bastard who gets women far more attractive than he'd ever realistically pull.
I guess it isn't very fair of me. Ah well.