As far as weird dreams are concerned, last night was a hit. I was in a pool shooting a soap series. The water reached up to my waist as I filmed actors around the pool in a romantic scene. I felt something sticky on my leg. Looking in the water, it turned out to be an octopus. There was a complete ocean biothope below the surface. And they were part of the soap series. See: the series had an above-water part and a below-water part. I swam down with the camera and filmed the rest of the episode below water.

Spudio and I agree: in 2006 this press release will be written: Microsoft is proud to announce Microsoft FlaWorBat Professional for Longhorn v 1.7.2.3.5.x.2. This word processor with build-in PDF capabilities and animated web content is the first result of our Adobe purchase and its Macromedia inheritance. Expect more on FrontLiveWeaver and PaintustratorHand soon!

I love Huckabees. You may too, if you were on the floor laughing with Being John Malkovich, The Big Lebowski or even “The Royal Tenenbaums”. Then again, “on the floor” may be too strong, as the humor in these pictures rather makes you grin uncontrollably. There’s tremendous pleasure in merely seeing Mark Wahlberg for once NOT as a Decent-Honest-Boy-Who-Was-Wronged, or Dustin Hoffman as an existential detective with a thick grey wig. There’s situation humor, when 2 men storm out of a meeting, out of the skyscraper, and have to sign out their bikes at the reception. There’s the obligatory celebrity mocking herself, Shania Twain. Only Isabelle Huppert seems to play the role she always plays: a bitter French woman screwing younger men, free from layered acting. Well, she doesn’t need to.

Add Jude Law to the list: this cast is impressive. And extended. Luckily, the script focusses on Jason Schwartzman and to a lesser extend Wahlberg, to have the absurd world with its characters spin around them. More people in the center as in The Royal Tenenbaums would have spread the drama and alienated us from the troubled young men we identify with. In the end, we all just want to be happy. But how complex the search if we give it our full attention. How can I not be myself, asks this picture. A question as absurd as the whole thing, but intriguing.

I was close to tears as I arrived at the Station in Zellik. I was very late. The train had been stopping several times along the way, no explanations. I was focussed on hopping to the bike and racing to work, to minimize the damage. Flat tire. Could have been me driving wild the night before, making a hole small enough to let all the air out during the night. Could have been the bored teen kids roaming the tracks after school. They trashed a glass cabin a few days ago and there are bullet holes in the other one. It didn’t matter, I was without weels. As I walked to work I cursed the world at large, the price of cars and bored teens in no particular order. I envied the happy few who live close to work. Zellik, the end of the world, where the bush-man from The Gods Must Be Crazy threw his Coke-bottle in the nothingness. It’s a good thing anger fuels my engine.

It’s surprising how many simple things one is inclined to use a spoon for, such as adding sugar to coffee, can be just as easily accomplished with a small fork. Ah, who am I kidding. I’ll just wash my dishes.

How long have I been longing for Mac OSX Tiger? Watching the teaser movies, listening to Steve praising yet another “revolution” of the “most advanced operating system in the world”. I must stop doing that. Apple shaped the previous version about as perfect as they come. I installed Tiger onto my second partition and haven’t rebooted into it since. Perhaps I’ll come to discover must-haves in the little changes. What else can we look out for? Quake 4?