Larp, Cthulhu, Ong Bak, Fire

Whew, that was a busy weekend. Probably not as busy as the 48 weekend is going to be, but nusy nonetheless. Friday Recovery day. We stayed in and watched TV and it was great. Saturday Replacement bank card obtained, dropped off lunch at mother-in-law's, saw Mission Impossible 3 (very cool, many similarities to the episodes of Alias we've been watching), curry for dinner and then Guild Council larp. Sunday Call of Cthulhu followed by Ong Bak. Both very cool. This is a minimalist post, bereft of detailed description. I will try to add more: MI3 assaults the senses like a relentless barage of spy-themed tennis balls shot from a ball-launcher into the clamped open eyeballs of a prone delinquent named Alex. Guild Council was a robust juggernaut of tension and conflict which simmered away over 4 hours, with spicy infusions of video goodness at regular intervals to keep it going gently on and off the boil. The investigators tackled the mystery like a Harvard educated line-backer with a specialty in computer sciences taking out an elephant one leg at a time. Ong Bak was a glorious celebration of the ability of exceptional stunt men to do hooribly violent looking things to each other without causing any fatalities (I hope). Lastly, this post about things going on fire is a piece of post-modern genius that peels away layers of linguistic chicanery and social programming to reveal heart-rending truths about the human condition. Of going on fire.