The American

This afternoon I tried to watch a French film that had been subtitled into English in Hong Kong. You could detect this by every other sentence ending with the mysterious word 'ah'. No, really ah.

Since it also had a Russian soundtrack, it was basically unwatchable as the director had intended (though it looked beautiful ah) so I watched The American instead. Ah.

My dogged determination

Today I had a presentation to make to about fifty people across the region. Unfortunately in typical dog-ate-my-homework style, all the data I was depending on was incomplete, wrong, or just plain unavailable. And what I did have left to show people seemed to have become invisible, so my nicely formatted ten slide Powerpoint presentation ended up as a sloppily formatted five slide presentation, which made me look like a halfwit. I did notice afterwards that the person controlling the slideshow had managed to skip past at least one slide without me noticing, which only added to the idiocy I felt.

However, I did salvage some pride by putting this picture of a Spitz at the end of my presentation, at which point people seemed to overlook the preceding pages of bilge, and start asking me why I'd chosen a dog rather than a cat.