One thing I’ve missed about living in a city is having an art house
cinema nearby. When I was at university I was less than 100 yards
from the Hyde Park
Picturehouse
. So I was quite pleased when this
weekend I had chance to see two films at my new local arthouse, The
Duke Of York. I was watching the local news on Friday evening when
they had their “What’s On” section at 18:50 and mentioned that
Napoleon Dynamite
was opening at the Duke
Of York
. I checked the
showing times only to discover it started at 18:45. I did notice,
however, that the next day they were showing Garden State before
Napoleon Dynamite.

Garden State

Garden State is the first film written and directed by Zach Braff (he of J.D.
in Scrubs fame). It tells the story of Andrew “Large” Largeman (Braff), a reasonably successful actor
in L.A. who returns to his roots in New Jersey when his mother dies.
Large takes this chance to take a break from the lithium pills he’s
taken since he was ten. While he’s at home he catches up with old
friends and meets Sam (Natalie Portman).

Garden State is a visually beautiful film and highly stylish, but you
get the feeling Braff is trying too hard on occasions, with moments
like the slow motion in the hotel lobby or the lingering shots of
Large’s hands on the girl’s thigh during the game of spin-the-bottle.
Natalie Portman redeems herself after the abysmal acting in Attack of
the Clones, but I still don’t think she was outstanding. The film was
funny and had a superb soundtrack. If you enjoyed Donnie
Darko, but want a film that is more amusing and makes more sense then
I think you you’ll enjoy this film.

Napoleon Dynamite

Napoleon Dynamite is an unfashionable kid, dealing with the double
heartache of being unpopular at school and living with his 32 year
old brother who cruises internet chatrooms for women and his uncle,
a failed american football player. When his new best friend, Pedro,
stands against the popular girl, Summer, for class president, they
have to work hard to win.

This is a strange film. Deeply funny at points, annoyingly
cringeworthy at others. The film seems set in the 80s yet there are
numerous references to the Internet. There were way too many
instances of boom in shot for it be by accident and that just annoyed
me. It didn’t add anything to the film. I never felt massively
connected with the main character and I think I cared more about
Pedro than I did for Napoleon. Despite these faults I enjoyed the
film. I laughed so much at points to make up for the films
shortcomings. I would definiately recommend it, although I suspect I
prefered Garden State.

Who ever though that putting the default key for “exit without saving folder”
next to the key for “change folder” in mutt was a good idea deserves to
discover how goatse was produced. Personally.

/me goes to disable the exit keybinding

Update:For those interested in fixing it, put the
following in your ~/.muttrc.

bind pager x noop
bind index x noop

I’d like to apologise for those people reading my blog via Livejournal. I did a bit of
reorganisation last night, but made sure that both PyBlosxom (used on
my website) and Planet (used on Planet Debian) didn’t consider
them to be new posts. Sadly it appears that livejournal wasn’t so
clever and managed to mark them as new and spammed people’s friends
page.

Sorry. I won’t do it again in a hurry.

I gave up reading the hot-babe thread shortly after it descended into
discussing the crusades. To me, the whole discussion has failed to
mention the more interesting question of whether the package is
useful and if we want Debian to be full of silly pointless packages.
I know traditionally if someone was willing to maintain a package and
it was DFSG-free then it accepted into the archive. But now sarge
doesn’t even fit on a DVD anymore we have to start asking ourselves
“Just how many media players/irc clients/load meters/menstrual
calendars do we need in Debian?” Maybe it is time someone went
through the archive, looking at the orphaned, unmaintained and
trivial packages and ask “Do we really need this package?”

Monday evening I managed to scratch my right eye taking out a contact
lens just before I went to sleep. I’ve scratched my eye before and
didn’t think anything of it. Just went to sleep thinking it’ll be
fine in the morning.

It wasn’t. It still hurt as much as the night before. Had a shower
and it wasn’t feeling too bad, but had the occasional twinges. Put in
a contact lens in my left eye and headed to work and was in
discomfort all morning so at lunch time I decided to find an optician
I could visit, just to put my mind at rest I wasn’t going to end up
blind or something. Annoyingly my optician is 120 miles away, near my
parents, in Milton Keynes, and the nearest branch is a 20 minutes
train ride away.

First I tried Boots, only to be told that
they don’t do emergency appointments and I would need a full eye
test, but they couldn’t fit me in today anyway. Next was Specsavers,
who basically told me they wouldn’t even think about looking at me
unless I became a customer. Finally I went next door to Eyesite who
said I’d probably need a full eyesight test but they could fit me in
early afternoon and would cost me