Scroll down to read part 1 (posted yesterday, so it’s kind of like day-old French baguettes – you’d still go there, despite your hesitations) if you haven’t already. Reading part 2 of 2 on its own is like skipping to the end of a novel, or reading Wikipedia entries to learn everything.
So finding out about a friend’s illness battle and the depression associated with coming to terms with what happened in Norway, what better way to follow those events up with a strange knock at my door one evening last week.
I open the door to find a small, olive-skinned man who asks for me by my Christian name – Paolo. I’m already suss.
He then tells me he has a document for me. I ask to the particulars of said document. He responds with, “I don’t know, I’m just a driver.” Suss levels rising.
I ask whether or not the document in question is in fact a legal document. He responds, “Have you heard of Ventura Bus Company?” I inform him that I have and I know the company, but the matter that the document pertains to has nothing to do with me. I then ask whether he is a process server. He responds ‘Yes’.
Stop.
Right.
There.
or Thurr (if that suits).
It’s one thing to show up on my doorstep holding a legal complaint against me, but to claim innocence regarding your actual purpose and very presence at that point in time is an act of a lowly scoundrel.
To bring you all up to speed – in December of last year, my car was in a car accident involving a bus. I was not driving the vehicle at the time and the person driving was listed on the insurance as a driver and I have full comprehensive insurance and the bus driver was at fault. Insurance should have, by all accounts, covered this and the entire situation should have been dealt with.
But no, in June of this year, I receive a letter from the bus company’s insurance mob asking me to pay the outstanding debt of $2,511 and a range of forms to sign and fill out to explain my involvement in the situation. So, naturally, I get on the phone and politely spell out the situation to the claims investigator. He says, and I quote, “Leave it with me. I’ll sort it out with XXXX.” (Insurance company left out in case someone actually looks into this shit, even though I don’t actually have anything to do with the matter in question.)
So when I receive a legal complaint on behalf of the bus company’s insurance mob saying I have 14 days to respond or end up in front of a magistrate, by all accounts I should have Hulked out and started throwing chairs. But instead, I called the lawyers who filed this complaint and explained the situation to them as well. It has now been dealt with – finally – and I don’t have to worry about anything.
The very notion of my name being slapped all over a legal complaint really pissed me off, though. I wasn’t a very happy camper come midweek.
So ’tis only natural that my cat Vash decides to get his leg broken in four places on the very next day. We’re not sure on the exact details of how it happened, but considering the extent of the damage I’m placing bets on someone hitting him with a car.
The only thing that’s kind of awesome about this? The character we named him after, Vash the Stampede (from the anime Trigun), actually has a mechanical replacement for one of his limbs.
I also learned just how damn expensive vets are. You want to fix your pet? Fetch some lube.
But when the only other options on the table were amputation or putting Vash down, money was never actually an issue. I should have offered up some of my own leg to replace his, in hindsight. Vash has since had the surgery and is doing well, he returns home tomorrow. Now to keep him contained for 4-6 weeks is the tricky part. He’d climb on the moon if he could reach it. I’ve seen him leap off our roof tens of times.
Peak-hour traffic. Melbourne, you fucking suck. To take Vash to the animal hospital, I finished work at 3pm and had to get from Bundoora to North Melbourne by 5:45pm. In reasonable traffic, this trip should not have taken me more than an hour and a half. What time did I arrive at the animal hospital? 5:35pm. And it technically wasn’t even peak-hour when I left work! I’mma get all curmudgeon on it.
When I mentioned yesterday about lecturers crushing on me, I may be exaggerating somewhat. All I’m saying is, female lecturer emails me personally after results to come out to congratulate me on doing so well and thanks me for my input and insight during lectures and tutorials. I respond saying, “Don’t mention it!” and say my marks would have been better had I probably not been working as often as I was during the semester.
Now, upon returning to uni I talk to other classmates who did the exact same subject and got marks FAR higher than I did and yet… No email. The thing is, most of my classmates ended up jumping to that very same conclusion. I shall keep all those who care to read this in the loop should anything develop (though very highly unlikely).
And now, short movie reviews!
Super – everything Kick-Ass should have been. Much darker and gritty in tone. Ellen Page is one heck of a scene-stealer. James Gunn should make more films. Just sayin’.
Your Highness – take James Franco and Danny McBride and put them into a medieval fantasy world. Stoner and sex jokes galore. Think a much more adult Princess Bride.
Tucker and Dale Vs Evil – role-reversal horror comedy. Good idea that falls flat in a few places, but not due to the awesome pairing of Alan Tudyk and Tyler Labine.
Captain America: The First Avenger – a few people have commented on the amount of pro-America-ness in this film. Well, in the contemporary sense, yes, it does this. An imp who doesn’t know when to give up becomes empowered and fulfills his potential by genetic mutation – America the beautiful indeed. No, I jest. I was concerned that coming out of the film, I would have felt like I’d just been facefucked by a bald eagle using the American flag as a condom. Thankfully, this wasn’t the case. It was… OK. Not as good as Thor, but better than X-Men: First Class, but only slightly. Awkward direction decisions throughout, but still worth checking out.
And in closing, I’m trying to come up with ways of initiating the second phase of this blog. Give me feedback, people! Things you like, things you’d like to see less of, things you want me to try! There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Oh, wait…
