How the Hell did that title know what I was gonna write about before I did?! Ah well...

Anyway: yes, I have made a decision. And what is it, I hear you cry? Surely a person skilled in the art of succinct wordsmithing would have got to the point by now and told us what the big deal is about? Yes, well, that person is not me. I am not in the least skilled at being succinct: my talent lies in meandering on for ages about pointless or trivial details. See what I mean?

The decision that I have made is this. That is to say, I have made a decision to do something that I will now mention. Which is: since I can't seem to be bothered to keep a diary in the real world, I will try and keep it on LiveJournal. (What is up with this website trend of sticking two words together? I mean seriously: LiveJournal, YouTube, Facebook... and probably a few others, but I can't be bothered to think of them right now. Quizilla, probably. But then again that's not really two words: that's just one word stuck to the beginning of the end half of another word. Although '-zilla' has become an acceptable suffix these days for anything that is huge, reptilian, scaly, monstrous, etc. See how much I meander?)

The principal causes of me making this decision were two things, the first of which I've forgotten. I know there were two things, but I can only remember one thing. I'm not even very sure that that one thing is the first or second thing, but I think it's probably the second thing. Although I don't know for sure. Anyways.

I went to see Quantum of Solace recently, just like every other Homo Sapiens on Earth (I still hold that we should change the species name to Homo Sentiens - I see no reason why we should be so proud about being wise, which we aren't, whereas I think we could just about prove that we feel). General consensus seems to be that it was nowhere near as good as the first movie, and I was inclined to agree - at first.

I got the feeling that everybody was simply jumping on the critical bandwagon so that they could be counted 'right'. However, I wish to remind everyone that simply being in the majority does not make you correct. I think I also know the reason why people did not enjoy Daniel Craig's second rendition of Bond, for a very simple reason: it was the second time. It had, by that time, lost its novelty. The first time Craig took up the mantle of the Big Bond Man (yeah, I wrote that), everyone was impressed - as was I - by how much 'realism' he brought to the role: whereas the previous Bond, played by Monsieur Brosnan, counted entirely on the repertoire of gadgets given to him by John Cleese, Craig's Bond actually relies on his own simple handgun, cunning and - let's face it - brute strength to get him out of the many sticky situations he inevitably falls into. The beginning of Casino Royale definitely brought it home to us that this Bond was, under his refined yet raffish exterior, capable of being a complete thug when required - and yet, I am very pleased to note, he doesn't seem to treat women in quite the same way as the previous Bonds do: twice now Craig's Bond has been seen cradling a woman in distress and giving her emotional support, in the second instance leaving her without even having given the bed a good workout (gasp!).

Sorry, I got lost playing a game. And I should be playing homework. (Damn!) Yeah, that's right; playing homework, 'cuz I'm a playah! I play everything I do, even when it's work, and therefore by definition not play! I am just that awesome, homiez. (I hate it when I make mistakes.)

I don't know what it is about me, but as soon as I'm distracted by anything (and I do mean anything) I suddenly find myself reluctant in the extreme to do homework. I don't know what it is about me. I'm quite a good student in other respects: quiet, courteous, a good listener, good at writing and deductive reasoning and analysis and all that rot - but when it comes down to actually doing the work in my own time, unfortunately you shall find me rather lacking in that department. Hell, every second I spend writing this is a second I'm not doing homework. This might not be so bad if my mind wasn't burned with a brand every time I remember that I haven't done it. I feel seriously guilty about it. So I suppose I'd better do it. Except. Uh...

I think about it, and the more I think about it, the more I decide I don't want to do it. The worst way of deciding to do something is by thinking about it - then you start to consider all the things that could go wrong with it (or I do, anyway, because I hate being judged). I find the best way to do something is by just stopping in the middle of whatever sentence you're writing and just