hey well, it has certainly been an eventful 24 hours... was given, for the princely sum of R91 (that's 91 bucks in local .za money; or about 8 quid or 13 US dollars), the boxed sets of Futurama on DVD for seasons 2, 3, and 4. Thanks to my sponsors - my good mate and longtime companion and office-sharer Justin (one of 4 guys I share an office with) ordered these from on online retailer and six weeks later they still hadn't arrived so he gives them a call to find out what gives and they are all "Oh, must have got lost in the post... we'll re-ship" and then like a week later, they arrive. "Wow, that was quick," I say. No, is Justin's reply; it's too quick. This is the first set... if the re-dispatched stuff arrives intact, it's yours. woohoo! It arrived yesterday and didn't even get blocked at Customs like the first set did, which Justin payed 91 bucks to clear. So since it was a gift and all, I volunteered to give him the 91 bucks back. Even so, R91 for 3 seasons of Futurama? A leading online retailer down here has just advised a price slash of Season 1 (which I may now be obliged to purchase...) from like 700 bucks down to 200; so you must understand 2 things: 1.) this is a *massive* score for me; and 2.) 700 bucks for season 1? That's like 115 US or 60 quid - we get screwed here for our CDs and DVDs - this is why Justin sourced his seasons 2-4 at 15 quid or 25 US from north of the equator! In other news, after my karate class last night, went to Mario's house (you remember MArio from yesterday's entry, right?) to watch a DVD with the other 4 (all from yesterday's entry) and we watched My Boss's Daughter - a truly atrocious film. Atrocious in that the subject matter is dodgy; the sensibilities are apalling; the set-pieces are about as subtle as a train accident and the content is truly off-side (think "there's something about Mary") so all in all, it was absolutely terrific. Rollicking good fun, laugh-out-loud-even-though-you're-repulsed (or offended. Or apalled. Or horrified. Etc.), and just a barrel of laughs - get it now! Then crawled in at about 12:45am and was up at 6 this morning and got verbally molested by a prick in the traffic who tried to take my fender off by cutting me off and expected me to like it. I fended him off for about 40 metres, then relented because I thought my mom in the passenger seat was going to have a heart attack. Still, what a cocksucker (The guy. Not my mom.). Now I have nothing against people who suck cocks in the literal sense, guys or girls (and especially when mine is the cock in question); it's the figurative ones who really seriously piss me off. Following that, the traffic was unusually heavy on all my routes because of 1.) a car on fire on the main highway and 2.) a drive-by shooting at one of the minibus-taxi ranks and so I missed my morning meeting and was stuck on the highways from 7:05 until 8:45, which sucked. As a result, am now enjoying Cup of Coffee 3: Death by Caffeine of the morning and the buzz is kinda pleasant. later