It's official. I'm a gleek.

So, I'm officially loving glee, the first two episodes of which i watched tonight and lurrrved - been clicking my fingers to Don't Stop Believin' all day day too, much to the disgust of Jo, who was also forced to watch said episodes (but he didn't fool me - i saw him laughing behind his hand).

And on Tuesday, Kat, Tony and I went to see Inglorious Basterds, which i thought was great - a return to form for Tarantino, and a very entertaining movie all round. Plus seeing Brad Pitt play a southern American pretending to be an Italian was hilarious. But the stand out performance was by Christoph Waltz, the guy who played Hans Landa, otherwise known as "the Jew hunter" - every line he delivered was so chilling, every move he made so deliberate, i just thought he was excellent.

Storyline, you ask? In Nazi occupied France, young Jewish refugee Shosanna witnesses the slaughter of her family by "the Jew hunter" Hans Landa. But she escapes, and plots her revenge several years later when a German war hero takes an interest in her and arranges an important movie premiere at the theater she now runs. With the promise of every major Nazi officer in attendance - including Landa - the event catches the attention of the "Basterds", a group of Jewish-American guerrilla soldiers who have made it their mission to hunt down every Nazi they can. Their paths cross with Shosanna on that fateful evening, the outcome of which will change the course of history...

And tomorrow night - Beyonce concert! Can't wait to shake my booty to Single Ladies (whoa oh oh...*hands go woop woop in air*. Will report back over the weekend.




Lastly, let me recount a conversation i had yesterday with my good friend Faatasi, who tried to convince me to learn sign language with him. Yes, you read correctly. Sign language. Now, while the prospect of talking with my hands is kinda tempting, and has a secret agent-esque feel to it that's obviously appealing, the point remains that it feels wrong to learn sign language when a) we aren't actually deaf and b) we don't know anyone that is. Faatasi assures me this isn't true - for example, he says, we can use our new found skill to expose the frauds on the train who pretend to be deaf while shoving a sign in your face asking for two dollars. What if they really ARE deaf though, i dare to ask, but he dismisses the notion instantly. They're not.




OK, fine, that's kinda handy. What else? Well, he tells me, we can talk to each other and no one will know what we're saying! I'm still skeptical. What do we ever have to say that's a secret? Not the point, apparently, and neither is the fact that the last class is on my birthday. What better way to celebrate than to sing Happy Birthday in silence! Still, i push, it's a little bit inappropriate. Surely there's something else we can learn? I trawled the community college site and finally find the answer - Ukulele Essentials. The even provide the ukulele. Faatasi is thrilled. We can start a ukulele band, i say! With spandex costumes, he cries! We proceed to think of every song we can that features a ukulele, like Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head and Somewhere over the Rainbow, before realising that actually, there aren't many songs that do feature a ukulele are there? Still, he isn't deterred. We'll mix our own version of other songs, he says determinedly, starting with Crazy in Love (original sung by Beyonce). Though, he muses, can we dance and sing and strum that fast all at the same time? Best get a lead singer then, just for the fast songs.




And so folks, if you ever see a ukulele-playing-band in town, drop into the show. Cause it might be us.