Today is Jane’s 64th birthday. She has been living in NZ as long as she had been living in US now. This morning she sent out an email, indicating there were doughnuts and Congo bars in ASD kitchen – for our morning tea. The donuts were so small, that you nearly feel no guilt when eating them, until Simon said that’s about 70kCal for each. I was not supposed to eat any, not because of calories, but because I am having some allergic reaction and I am uncertain what I am allergic to, but they are tempting, you know. So a mini donut and a piece of Congo bar that is.
Together with her email, she sent this old school Beatles song out:
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
So Simon took my little blue guitar (which reside at work now) and went to Jane’s seat. Simon played the song and Jane sang. It was good. Fiona took some pictures with her handy digital camera. At last we sang her a Happy Birthday song, she was the one called out “Hip Hip” for “Hooray" though, haha.
64. What an age… she’s probably the oldest in the company. Joe’s only 61.
It's interesting how someone was defending Broken Embraces tonight. Hey hey I am not saying it's not good. I said it's good entertainment.
About the dark side... well that I don't feel too much about that, must be me psychopathic as well. Actually, similar thing for Dark Knight. People saying how "dark" the movie was, I felt absolutely nothing about that. Everything Joker did make sense to me, or say "logical". That level of obsession is just normal don't you think? Looks pretty normal to me. Reading lips? Surely it make sense.
I am not saying normal is no good though... actually I started to think maybe I should appreciate it more because it does play out the normal behaviours normal enough.
Must be a basic perceptual difference between real normal people and sociopathic normal me. I just take their behaviours for granted that I cannot even remember what so special they have done.