I can't believe this is the first time since, well, work yesterday - practically - that I've been online. Today was spent at the upmarket Stamford Plaza in strategy and process meetings for work - and dog-gone-it, I'm tired! Last night I hurt my foot while diving for my cell phone when it bleeped "txt mssg" at me and I've been hobbling around all day, but it's actually starting to feel better. I think being jammed into a shoe all day really did help. I guess the sitting-and-not-walking-about didn't hurt either. Man alive, I'm tired.

Thank you, J, (using the European spelling of his name from the traditional Irish "JJ") for the review of The Last Samurai. Did yawl realise.. that big chunks of that movie was filmed about 40 minutes away from where I grew up? My formative teenage years, anyway. They renamed "Taranaki" to "Tomanaki" while Tom Cruise was here. Apparently, everytime Cruise's chopper (inside his traditional Japanese garb inside his traditional privately piloted helicopter) flew overhead, the wimin-folk of the district gave Tom the "Tomanaki Wave" which is: to bare their breasts at him. Like a Mexican wave but naffer - or, like a Mexican whore, only cheaper.