Weaves

The Slap is an interesting illustration of what creative writers have been doing for years; a closure on a nearly thirty year gap. I only caught last evening's episode by remote flicking accident, a rarity, but I'll have to catch up, with bodies not so perfect, children not so cardboard. We've come a long way, but of course, what makes it intelligent, like the Germanic Crime Scene Cleaner, is we're beginning to learn veracity is complex, not so one dimensional, and that there is virtually no difference between Grecian and Roman methodology, except in stratification by social status, and well, Italians have the charmed corruption of the worst inferiority complex 1000 years of history can bench press on an ethnicity.

I have to rouse myself now, reluctantly, eat, wash, spend my entire damn day hauling my pet supplies; it is the price of stiff necked obstinancy which will eventually crash on my warped skull. Sulk.