Now is the winter of our discombobulation.

On Friday I went to the Australian Institute of Sport to see the Phoenix Powerpuff Girls defeat the Canberra Newbies 70 to 50 in a seesawing injury prone match. The Newbies actually won two of the quarters although they never challenged Phoenix who led by fourteen goals at the first break. Three Phoenix players left the game injured however Elouise Southby returned with a strapped knee to finish the game which is a good sign for the Australian team's defence of their world championship title in Jamaica.

Mikey and Jo visited on the weekend and stayed with Mum. On Saturday evening we went to a Fijian restaurant for dinner and saw The Whale Rider at the cinema. The movie was excellent. I cried. Unfortunately the person sitting next to me was not being very polite. He would make unkind remarks about the film to his friend and laugh at his own comments. He even found something to laugh at during Paikea's speech. I wish he had waited for it to come out on video because if they were watching it at home his friend might have cut his heart out and fed it to him. Maybe.

On Sunday we went to the National Portrait Gallery at Old Parliament House. It was fascinating but it was more extensive than we expected and we were a bit rushed at the end because I had to get back in time to take Linda over to Jimbo and Simon's before we went to Jonathan's game in the afternoon. Still, it was fascinating. The portrait of Deborah Mailman painted with oil paints on jute is a magnificent piece of art.

The previous Tuesday my pulp fiction character, Marion Laverne, was brutally struck down from behind and died. That was a pity. On Sunday afternoon the pulp fiction game continued and my new character, Taylor Carlisle, was mortally wounded but pulled through. It is taking me a little while to get up to speed in the genre.  ¶ 19:16