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Saturday, November 26, 2005

Last night, Matt and I watched most of Some Kind of Monster, the Metallica documentary , on MTV. It was hilarious - the closest thing I've ever seen to a real Spinal Tap. Between the band trying to make deep and meaningful pop psychology observations in therapy, complaining about their "difficult" lives in their million-dollar mansions filled with expensive art ("Like, how did the artist know when to stop putting those gold scratches there in the corner? How did he know that it didn't need ten more strokes? Yeah, I think our music is like that too."), both Lars and Hetfield being completely incapable of talking about anything but themselves, Lars' unbelievably annoying voice and mannerisms, and the truly atrocious music and lyrics on Saint Anger, Matt and I were giggling like schoolgirls on mescalin (to borrow a turn of phrase from Anthony). I almost want to buy the DVD. It's inspiring.

Voila! It's my name in Chinese, as etched on a traditional Chinese seal my mother bought for me in (oddly enough) China. Speaking of my mother, I called her last night. She's home from Brisbane with my step-grandfather in tow, who is now ninety-three years old. Dad is in hospital again and will be undergoing surgery on Tuesday - he has been bleeding unstoppably, and the doctors don't know what else to do. Mum had an enormous fight with my father in Brisbane while she was up there. She broke down and started crying hysterically while relating that John allegedly stole an expensive and sentimentally valuable bottle of brandy from my grandfather while they were all having dinner together, upsetting everyone terribly. Dear God. She's also been fighting with the city council, who are threatening to tear down all the unapproved additions she's made to her house and forbid anyone from living in the unregistered basement apartment where I made my home for a year, and where a paying tenant is now residing.

My mother is frighteningly like Lars and James Hetfield in that she is equally unable to discuss other people, except insofar as they affect her. I tried to ask her about Mihali, but after only a very brief summary, she declared, "But that's beside the point!" and continued relating the tale of her own adventures. This happened several times throughout the conversation.

She seems to be thriving, though, and as long as she's happy, I'm happy for her.

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