Editor's Note

Sometimes I sit down to write this column and there is really nothing to write about. I mean nothing that will fill up 500 or so words and be about one topic. On these occasions, I am often tempted to rerun an Editor's Note from the past, when I had something to write about.

Then there are the other times when there are a few bits and bobs left hanging after a week. They're really not worthy of their own columns, but they are worth 100 words or so each. That's when I know it's time to write a "cleaning out my closet" column to get rid of some of the stuff that's on my mind.

First of all, I went to see Super 8 this weekend. This involved leaving the house, which I am against. But I have to say that it was a really great movie that reminded me a lot of old Spielberg films and what it was like growing up in the late 1970s. Plus it has a big, alien monster in it. Go see it.

Second, while I was out on the town to see the movie, I remembered why I hate going out on the town. The reason is people. People do stupid things, and when they're all gathered together, they do a lot of stupid things. Stupid things annoy me. I find this frustrating, and it makes me want to stay home. I'm still glad I saw the movie, though.

Third, I am really getting tired of this rain. It seems like it's raining all the time. I'm never dry. Plus, it's hot. Hot plus wet equals humid. I feel sticky and gross, and I'm sick of it. Enough already with the rain.

Fourth, I read today about a guy who died of a blood infection after being mauled by his golden retriever. I feel sorry for the guy. I imagine that blood infections probably really hurt.

In the story (at least the one I read in the Bangkok Post) the guy's wife said that she thought the dog attacked because it was annoyed at her husband because he played too rough with the dog. I own a golden retriever, and I can tell you that they are one of the sweetest, calmest dog breeds around. A golden will not maul a person simply because he is annoyed. If a dog like that attacks viciously, he has probably experienced some serious abuse at the hands of the person who he attacked. Either that or he had rabies.

Fifth, I have, to my surprise, become somewhat addicted to the game Angry Birds. Those who know me know that I have little patience for video games. I think they're a tremendous waste of time. So imagine my surprise, when I realised that I'd been playing Angry Birds on my iPod for three hours straight and didn't even realise it. It was almost 4 am. I don't even remember picking up my iPod. I think it's taken over my mind, and now all I can think about is shooting birds out of a slingshot. And pigs. Arrogant, gloating, green pigs. I'm gonna get those pigs.

So, there you have it. My closet is well and truly cleaned out. With any luck, I'll have one thing to write about next week instead of just odds and ends.

Now where's that iPod? I've got pigs to smoosh.

Sean Vale
Editor
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