Last night I made what might be the sandwich of the decade. On freshly baked Ace bread, I put two strips of skewered steak, one of which had been wrapped in bacon; I added some sharp cheddar cheese and then doused it in the Dinosaur Barbecue's Wango Tango habanero hot sauce. Salt and pepper and wrapped it up. Ooh - my knees are shaking.

Speaking of "of the decade," it occurred to me that in about 360 days we're gonna get to do a best films of the decade list. For some reason I had it in my head that it was gonna be next year, but no, this is the year. We're in the last year of the goddamned decade. When did that happen? The decade never even got a catchy name!

I am feeling much better than yesterday.

Let me tell ya something: for a guy who didn't read Green Lantern a year ago, I am enjoying the living shit fucking piss crack out of Green Lantern right now, what with the Blue Lanterns and all. I've read #36 three times already. Boy, for a whacked out space doodad comic book about weirdness, it's sorta thoughtful, isn't it? Hope and will and fear and rage and all that. And all in colours.

I am also so unbelievably satisfied with Indiana Jones: The Soundtracks Collection. I think it has everything I want, except for (inexplicably) the track in Skull from the arrival at the area 51 gates to the reveal of Indiana Jones, which is missing for no reason I can think of and is probably my actual favourite piece of music from that film. But otherwise, this is a long, long, long awaited pleasure, particularly all the missing stuff from Temple of Doom which I have wanted in my collection for, literally, three quarters of my lifetime. Boy. I didn't expect this to make me this happy.

Still owing much backstory of the preceding several days and its realizations, I am meanwhile sinking comfortably into my new status as a cranky old man.

"... and I passed out and hit my head on the toilet paper dispenser." - Matty Price
"Jeez, did you have a vision of a cottony-soft flux capacitor?" - Me