Aside from that, last weekend Maria and I went to see The Ghost Writer (I decided to link to IMDB for films from now on, instead of Wikipedia). Although it seems to have had fairly good reviews from people, I didn’t particularly like it, too convoluted at times.

Though we knew there was a mystery in the story, and the ghost was trying to uncover it, we never really knew what it was! I know this is what the whole point of a mystery is, but surely, we must need to know whether or not the mystery was simply that important to find out? To say I was disappointed when I left the cinema would be accurate.

Other news, since I’ve gotten into the habit of writing once a week at Starbucks, around 6 hours is good enough, I’m back into my writing, and brought out another chapter of a sequel to one of my loved stories (by fans no less). After a year of waiting, chapter 2 of ‘In My Arms, In My Heart’ is out.

I’m working on my Ranma/28 Days Later crossover now, trying to get this horror story out the door before I lose the impulse.

While these photos fail to do it justice, imagine a world where you leave your house, and the sky is orange/brown, and the whole landscape looks that colour.

This came from the sand from Egypt that occasionally comes over for a visit, bringing these kinds of skies.

However, this particular day was also different in that it rained mud overnight, and the cars were spattered with brown rain, like everybody had been rally driving.

Regardless, it was a scary day, kind of creepy with a sense of foreboding, which the strikes of course showcased by simply happening again, preventing me from going to work once more due to lack of public transport.

The 9th March looked nicer though, and you could see these horrid cloud running away from us at speed.

The following was taken from a tram while in motion.

They say there’s going to be another strike next week, but we’ll see what happens.