Still and all, I think for the sake of pointless speculation we should simply conclude that the bald-tailed, kat-fud-eating creature was, in fact, an alien species.

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Another exception is Memento, which I watched for a second, or possibly third, time last night. In an unusual loss of memory retention, I could not remember half of the film, let alone the ending! I knew the basic plot — the protagonist loses his wife in a brutal murder in which he is attacked and sustains a brain injury that destroys his ability to create new memories — but I could not for the life of me remember the entire film. Ironic much?

Oh, yeah, and I had to write a note to myself to remember to tell this story.

The card reader at the driveway entrance to my apartment complex has been broken for about a fortnight now, so outside the hours when there is a security guard present to conduct a slow strip search of visitors in a clear attempt at driving the waiting tenants insane, we have to enter through the visitor gate using a master code for the entry phone gadget.

The other day there was a Lexus already at the entrance so I politely pulled up behind and waited patiently for a good 3 seconds. The driver, clearly a male, also clearly did not know the code to get in, so he pulled forward to make room for me. His assumption probably being that because I was driving a decent car that I surely must belong there. My assumption being that because he was driving a more expensive nicer car that he must surely not be a burglar. See how that works?

After punching in the security code, I found myself musing What if that guy actually IS a burglar? Wouldn’t that be funny? Which was closely followed by the thought … and wouldn’t it be even funnier if, while he was burglarising somebody, someone else stole his car!

I’m shockingly not-so-great at tending to my own toenails and let’s face it anyway, who doesn’t want a beautiful young Asian woman rubbing your feet? I’m especially happy with my pedicurist because she not only speaks clear English [for the most part], but she loves my more punny humour. Nothing makes a pedicure more enjoyable than watching her shoulders shake from laughter at my silly remarks. I can have her in fits of giggles with the corniest of remarks such as “I’m not napping, I’m just checking the insides of my eyelids for pinholes!”

The last time I had my toenails beautified, she commented that I have nice well-toned legs. I immediately quipped “Thank you . . . they run in my family!” Off went her pretty little shoulders.

Moments later I found myself thinking aloud when I mused “Hm, it’s rather a shame that you’re the only person who’s going to see me with my heels in the air … maybe I should start dating again.”

The shaking of her shoulders from her muffled laughter felt a little like a mild earthquake and I realised, I live for these moments.