"Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station!" is the most pimp thing the Emperor ever said. I mean, he had all the damn cards right then. He had all the cards, showed all the cards, and threw in a big "oh fuck you" at the end. And yet, ten minutes later, he was falling helplessly down a power shaft to his immediate and certain doom. Which just goes to show, you can build a giant killer space ball, but it won't help you see into the human heart. Way to go your highness.

Wanna hear the waterfront tour I did for City Surf? It's all right here. Thank goodness my voice is cool; it makes up for being so dog-ugly.

Last night Daniel and I had a brief but effective consultation on all things film-related; it solved many problems. Turns out, my shooting wasn't as effective as I thought, and I got well and truly ratholed trying to solve that problem in the editing room. But a bit of fresh, lateral thinking last night saved the day, and the new cut - which I could not help staying up way too late to work on last night - is much better.

Let's close with an MSN conversation which makes absolutely no sense out of context but amuses me greatly:

Alex says: who attacked you with meat?
Matt says: EVERYBODY KEEPS ASKING ME THAT
Matt says: which admittedly is my own fault
Matt says: There has been no meat attack.
Matt says: (Not lately anyway)