Pity me...

Pity Me is actually a place in County Durham, but this is not a tour guide, this is a lament: pity me, for I have spent my morning watching "Jumpers". And it is stupid. Why did you not tell me this, O internets? You must have known. *blames internets*

And it's so enragingly frustrating, because with the cast and the budget and the concept that they had, they could have made a good movie, but no: they made a movie composed of stupidities and shouting, wherein the writers & director seemed to have given not a moment's more thought to anything than the bloody characters do. I am not pleased.

Never mind. I have shifted something off my desk that has been squatting there like a foul & leprous toad for days now. And I have cleaned a shelf in the kitchen, and done a load of laundry, and worked myself up perhaps into a fit state to commit throwing-away of dead and redundant spices (no one needs three separate containers of caraway seeds, each of which is past any useful savour-date).

And! I have a question!

Given that plagiotropism is defined as "orienting at an angle to the direction of stimulus," does this mean the way Mac lifts his chin when I stroke underneath it, as opposed to the way Barry leans into my whole hand? Are they plagiotropically diverse?

This is strange...

Someone is advertising, via Amazon, an edition that doesn't exist from a publisher that doesn't exist of a book I wrote, allegedly printed ten years before I wrote it. And they're charging £109.96 for it. I should think so too, such a rare artefact as it must be, sideslipping from another reality: it's got to be worth that much, surely...?

Disappointingly, they don't supply a picture.