AFFF log

Sitting in the park lushly flooded by the sun. Twice. Ain't this hard work or what.

After 5 horror films my mental eye kept its gore-filter active for a little while longer. Cat on the street? How many legs?! Gory pigeons? How can they fly with decomposing wings?! Bleak guy sitting in my house completely disconnected from reality? Oh, that'd be Joost pointing at his Apple-weather-ma-thingy showing a shiny sun instead of looking out through the 3m2 window right in front of him, which is showing the very real existence of grey clouds.

Why we care about the weather, you say? First of all, the Land of Moonlanguage and Sabots should thank us humbly since our voluntary hiding into the caves of Tuschinski Arthouse always brings out the best of weather. This is a fact supported by history. Second, we're supposed to meet early tomorrow-morning for champagne and vodka. Don't ask why, this is life, not a darn plot from a freckly filmschool student.

Received a sad acknowledging"why-why-why" nodding from someone of the AFFF-organisation when entering the cinema this afternoon.

Cheap red wine, cheaper cheese. Soup-outta-tinnie, various munchies. All set.