Swine flew.

Well shut my mouth.  Although I ranted about the new X-men Origins film the last time I posted  (in case you missed it.  If you did it's just below this one), it turns out that a spin off of the spin off is planned.  With Mr Reynolds playing the loudmouthed merc, again.  So hey, yea they ruined the character in Origins, but then again, they have a big chance to redeem themselves.  X-men Origins: Wolverine is out and good.  X-men Origins: Magneto is said to be on the way.  There is another Origins film planned and it's going to be looking at the first few years of Xavier's Institute, which should be good to see even more powers being put on the screen.  This second trilogy is a spin off, then there looks to be the fore-mentioned Deadpool spin off.  I am very happy now.

I very rarely buy clothes.  Clothes is clothes, in my eyes.  I'm not really into brands, it's just that when I do find things that I like, they just happen to have logos and graphics on that represent certain companies.  The upside of not really being bothered about what I wear has become an advantage in recent years.  Because I'm not pouring money into it week after week, when I do find something that I like, I find that I can put more money towards it.  Like the other day - I got a complete outfit (sans shoes) for £30.  It's so uncommon that I buy clothes that it did feel weird spending that much in one go, but at the same time I know that some people buy clothes weekly.  Fair enough, but I urge you to give this a go.  Just don't buy clothes for a few months.  Wear what you have.  It's not that hard and it'll save you a bit of money.

I don't know whether or not I like or dislike the times when a sound interferes with a dream.  Sometimes it's amazing.  There was one time in the Lake District that I remember this happening.  I was in a tent with my brother (tent sharing is customary and necessary in a large family) and it was the early morning.  I was having a weird dream in which several people were laughing hysterically.  The laugh wasn't the best laugh.  In fact it was a bit creepy.  As I awoke, I realised that a badelynge of ducks (That's right.  Badelynge) was waddling past the tent, quacking ridiculously.  A fond memory.  More recently, however, I have been listening to Chris Moyles in the mornings (radio alarm.  Get me with the technology).  As I drift in and out of consciousness, the talking - more often than not the news - incorporates itself in my dreams or rather, the dreams shape themselves round the narration.  Once I'm fully awake and the news is back on again, I get the sense of Deja vu.

So the latest biggest-thing-to-hit-the-planet-this-month is Swine Influenza, it would seem.  A near 40 people have had/got it.  I'm not sure whether or not that's a number big enough to warrant a pandemic preparation, but hey, I could be wrong.  I find it amusing that this particular illness is said to affect the healthy, middle aged populace.  Finally, the old folks and babies get a break.  I don't know how different it is to either Influenza or Man Influenza, but something tells me that it's not much.  People don't know about it so it's scaring them.  The one thing that I find most amusing about it all is that washing your hands is now the in-thing.  Are you kidding me?  I don't need to papers, TV and radio to tell me to wash my hands or to cover my mouth when I cough or sneeze and then not touch people if I sneeze on my hands.  Come off it.  I'm not paying taxes.  If I was I wouldn't be paying taxes for people to remind me that basic hygiene is a good thing.

I went to the Lakes today for a walk.  It is one of the best places I can think of being.  Idyllic is the only thing I can think of saying to describe it.  Nothing more, really.  It's absolutely beautiful.  I got a fair few photos, too.  It was a fairly clear day.  A bit windy, but the sun was out every now and again to keep us thinking that it would turn out nice in the end.  It did once we were back in the car, but that's not where or when we wanted it.  We went on a walk in Ambleside.  I don't know where the walk went or how long it was.  I know it was a good few miles and that's more than I need to know.  I just like walking.  There's something about nature that is comforting.  Something soothing about being in the open, with the fresh air surging through your lungs* and the surrounding sounds encompassing you - the birds' constant chirping; the trees swaying and howling as the wind pours through the branches; the trickles and splashes of the streams and brooks.  The smells should be savoured, too.  Yea, there's a lot of poo, but have you ever smelled fresh water?  Rain on the floor and the trees?  Man, you need to go.

I have no more to say at the moment.

*I know it's more of an in-and-out than it is a through, but you know what I mean.