CIA to be exempted from bill prohibiting cruel and degrading treatment of prisoners.
I mean really, what the hell is that all about? So inhumane treatment is a bad thing, unless you're the CIA investigating terrorism, in which case it's OK? Any other prisoners held by anyone else are to be treated decently, but it's OK for the CIA to abuse and degrade suspected terrorists?
Remember kids - the terrorists are out to get you, and the government can and should do anything they like to stop them. You cannot stoop too low in the name of ending their reign of violence.
Life is mental at the moment. There's loads going on and the future is looking a bit crazy. I don't know quite how I'll get through it all, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. I usually do.
Sorry for the vagueness. I'll explain when things are a bit clearer.
Those of you who believe in God, pray for me and Alison.
Word has it that Wallace And Gromit: The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit has topped the box office charts in the USA. I was rather surprised to hear this, as I wouldn't have expected such an altogether English film to fare well on the far side of the pond. However, having seen the film last night I can certainly see the appeal. It's very funny and entertaining, with an almost non-stop barrage of jokes, many little visual things that have to be looked out for. The characters are amusing and well voiced by the likes of Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes, along with old hand Peter Sallis as the familiar Wallace. The plot is silly in the extreme, being a nod to old skool horror films with many references to King Kong, The Fly, Jaws and so on. The animation is incredible, not least because it took 5 years to do, and some sequences are incredible to watch. That anyone is still making claymation films in these days of computer generated films is amazing, if again rather English! Anyway. The film is brilliant, and well worth seeing - I'd recommend it to everyone.
PS There's a little short film about the penguins from Madagascar at the start which is quite funny too. Funny enough to get Alison and I thinking that we ought to rent the DVD of the original film when it comes out.
Chloe the kitten has learnt to open doors. She's already figured out that she can open one of the kitchen doors by butting it against the frame so it bounces open a bit and she can get her paw in the gap. Nothing too impressive. However, the other day I was in the conservatory and she opened the kitchen door by standing on the cooker and turning the handle. How long till she masters sets of keys?
On the other hand, she also does some pretty weird stuff, like pick up the plug from the bathroom sink and carry it all over the house. I think she pushes the top of the squeezy soap while she's up on the sink too, as the other day I went in there and there was a big pool of soap.
Cats are weird.
I baked a cake yesterday. This might not seem like too much of a feat, but you have to consider my utter lack of culinary skills. I was once left with a pasta bake, and instruction to heat it for 20 minutes. I forgot about it and left it for 2 hours. It looked like something out of Apocalypse Now. I got through my second year of uni on the basis that Julie, now my sister in law, would cook for me.
So, anyway. I made a cake. It turned out well, except our oven gets hotter than the dials lead you to believe, so I burnt it and it stuck. So that sucked. Still, the cake tastes good.
Yeah, I appreciate this isn't a very interesting post, but Alison was away all weekend so I've not done much of note.
I had to go to hospital on Monday. I'd been referred by my dentist who spotted an unusual lump in my mouth when she was giving me a filling a couple of months ago. I had to take her word for it, as I can't see inside my mouth, and I couldn't feel anything, but there you go.
So, we battled through the rush hour traffic (whichever fool designed Leicester's road system should be condemned to a life spent driving round it) to get to the hospital and I went along to see the consultant. I got two X-Rays and then had a chat with the doctor, who was rather aloof if I'm quite honest. Anyway. He showed me a little weird circle on the X-Rays which he said is something called a naso-palatal cyst. There's a nerve that runs from your nose to your palate, and sometimes the tissue around it gets inflamed and forms a cyst. Fortunately it's not very big and doesn't appear to be doing much, and it certainly isn't causing me any pain, so nothing needs doing at the moment. I rather hope nothing needs doing in 6 months when he said he'd review it, as he described the procedure thus:
"we pull back your palate, scrape out the cyst, and close it up again"
Great. Of all the things to have in your mouth, I get a naso-palatal cyst. I could have got ice cream or chocolate mousse, but no... a cyst. Oh well. Let's hope it doesn't do anything in the future, eh? Otherwise you'll all be treated to a delightful description of my surgeries come next April.
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