Updates - Short Cuts

Presently in Australia enjoying the sweltering heat of late summer as it starts to cross fade into winter.

Watching American Idol; oddly, first time I've ever really sat down with it and y'know, it's not actually that bad. The live results seem a little crooked, mind, and human nature doesn't always agree with the judges, but it really comes as a surprise to find it compelling television.

Mind you, this isn't because I skipped over it somehow in my smorgasbord of regular watching. Cinema has always come first, but after a lackluster 04 and 05, it seemed time to check out what's playing on the small screen.
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And how far it has come:
- Nostalgia may paint old comedies as timeless, but surely no one has ever worked harder for chuckles than the cast of Arrested Development.
"I held distinctions in two fields simultaneously, as an analyst AND a therapist. I was, in fact, the world's first analrapist." - Dr. Tobias Funke, MD

- Rest in Peace, Star Trek. Battlestar Galactica has your measure. A scintillating mix of compelling drama, pressing issues and the triumphant return of the gritty, wheezy unreliable space ships of my youth. Oh, and some corking dialogue, too.
"Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting, and singing, and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry? And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing." - Brother Cavill

- Just when it seems to be spinning its wheels, Season 2 of Lost comes back into the game. If you haven't seen an episode of it by now, for shame. Drop everything, go the videostore and roll up your sleeve for a injection of heroiny goodness.

- Guess it's too late now to hop on now, but for five years, The Shield has been perhaps the most intense - if sometimes unbelievable - drama on television. Watch the very first episode from '02 down to the last scene. And if that last heart-stopping moment doesn't hit you in the chest like a sledgehammer, perhaps you deserve to read KT press releases for five years as punishment.
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Still into travel, but time and money do not often permit. Perhaps a road trip to Sydney, before it gets too cold.

My old school, St.Mary's Catholic, has an alumni meeting the day I leave. It would figure. It also figures that my classmates who went were the oldest alumni in attendance. We always were the dead generation - and now we have become the scattered ones.

All the good women are married. Soon I will be too old to join the club. Searing thought: are moderate mental illnesses worth revealing to a potential wife? Heck, I haven't even told my parents I have OCD/bipolar. The question of whether I should continues to haunt me.

Thinking of leaving Dubai soon - depends if I want to take up employment in its nascent media. But long term plans are out. And after living there for nearly twenty six years, it feels dashed odd to want to leave. Perhaps one day, if i can gather my thoughts I will write a nice retrospective, warts and all. The scars are really only from the last ten years - before that, before all this sound of fake progress, it was far more idyllic. For now, consolidating my exit gains are primary concerns.