Who doesn't love a horror that wont keep you awake at night? I mean, The Ring was great and all, but it was also utterly terrifying. The first time I watched it my mobile rang during the closing credits and I nearly died in fear. But Suspiria is not a film that will give you nightmares. Suspiria is a work of art.

The use of primary colours, clever camera angles and sharp lines create such an ominous feeling throughout the film and the soundtrack by Goblin is just so awesome and fitting. It is a joy to watch. (I made Tom do so last night.)

some rambling thoughts on sickness and twenty-three

I've been dreadfully sick for over a week and am only now beginning to feel human again. When I get sick, my body doesn't allow half measures. I am fraught with nightmares and voices and a whole myriad of inexplicable weirdness.

But finally, finally, I feel better and brighter and this is only aided by the beautiful weather today. I'm sitting in my favourite spot under the Magnolia tree surrounded by colour. The garden is overflowing with wild flowers and the low rumbling buzz of happy bees.

 

It was my birthday on Thursday. I was beginning to feel better, but only slightly. Only the day before I had returned to work only to be entirely overwhelmed by vertigo and nausea. I went to lunch at Semaphore with my mum, nana (who celebrates her birthday on the same day) and my sister. It has become painfully obvious that I am looking into my future when I'm with those women. My mum is becoming more and more like her mother with time and I am becoming more and more like mine. Soon I'll be that strange woman making conversation with every child she sees and anyone standing in line in the supermarket with her. I had a great birthday, first with those three incredible women and then with Tom. I needed a long nap in the middle of the day, but my birthday marked a considerable improvement in my health, which was a nice surprise birthday gift.

We finally got to the end of Breaking Bad and were both thoroughly satisfied by the ending. We have had many debates about Walt, for whom Tom maintained sympathy throughout the series and I grew to loath more and more as it went on.

I'll give twenty-three some more thought over the weekend. I'm not sure if I should be marking the occasion with a "twenty-four before twenty-four" list or a dedicated theme for the year to come or to just let it pass as a milestone of it's own.

How do you like to mark another year of your life?

Breaking Bad & Birthday Week

We're totally late to the party, but Tom and I are just about to start season five of Breaking Bad (no spoilers, please!) and we are completely obsessed. We're planning a marathon session for the last few episodes involving Los Pollos Hermanos Chicken à la Tom (maybe this?) and blue cocktails à la Georgia. (I like to stick to the part of the menu that will never fail to please)

It's my birthday on Thursday and since I have told Tom not to get me anything this year and because I am a great believer in the birthday week, Tom had announced to me a whole week of celebrations are in store. He knows just how to make me feel special. Unfortunately I'm starting this Birthday Week having just gotten over a virus and somehow swapped it with a mighty headcold that makes me feel like everything is very far away from me and kind of ... fuzzy.