The Office

A quiet week

We ate at Rich Mahal (Burwood Highway, Vermont South) last Thursday night. It took a great deal of persistence to get the BF to try this place for a second time: the first time we ate there, about three years ago, we suffered some, ah, ill effects–the details of which I won’t lavish upon you.

Anyway, fortifying our stomachs, we rocked up in the pouring rain and stepped inside to be greeted by the wonderful aromas of Indian and Malaysian cooking. Warm spicy fumes shot straight up my nostrils; I inhaled in delight. Tantalising trays of curry sat on heated, glass-paned counters. Mere metres away, chefs stood in front of large stoves tossing things in woks. I was drooling.

We ordered our usual meal for trying out Indian restaurants: butter chicken, biryani rice, naan bread and mango lassi. Probably the equivalent of white folk walking into an authentic Chinese restaurant and ordering fried rice, sweet and sour pork and sweet corn soup.

I wish I could post up pictures of the food, but I always forget. It’s not so much about not wanting to draw attention (“Oh look, another Asian girl taking a picture of her food, whaddya expect”) but more that when the food arrives at the table, I get so excited that by the time I remember that I’m supposed to take a pic, the plate is half-demolished.

The naan bread with dahl turned out to be roti canai, which I love. The butter chicken was creamy through and through and absolutely delicious. The lamb biryani was a touch dry but went well with the curry. Warning: if you don’t do well with spicy food, you should probably ask for mild variations. We did not, and ended up slurping desperately at the mango lassi.

Later that night we watched Star Trek: Into Darkness, which I struggled to enjoy, mainly because I was wearing 3D glasses over my usual glasses and was pushing them up literally every 30 seconds. Eventually I sort of had to keep one hand on my cheek to prop them up. 3D does not agree with me. Also, you’re probably laughing at me because I wear two pairs of glasses to watch 3D movies. I do not care. I spurn your laughter.

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Oh, the movie itself was enjoyable. Sherlock Holmes in space?! How much more awesome can you get? ;P Sadly, I was born several years after the best decades (comic book, Star Wars movies, parachute pants). Partly because of that, I never became a Trekkie; I don’t groan at the new-fangled blockbuster movies the way the diehard fans do. I’ve only seen two old Star Trek movies ever and though I can appreciate the huge difference in style, I’ve never submerged myself in the universe. It’s a little intimidating.

As is this.

As is this.

If there are any Star Trek fans reading this: what would  you recommend to the uninitiated as the best introduction into the Star Trek Universe?

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the office

Warning: Moderate Spoilers Ahead

After nine wonderful seasons, The Office (US) has come to a timely end. This show has grown on me like a barnacle ever since I started watching it about three years ago. I have come to believe that Dwight Howard is the most hilarious character ever created for TV. I am also genuinely puzzled as to how Rainn Wilson keeps his real-life beard so sparsely scruffy whilst Dwight’s cheeks are persistently as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

The 50-minute final episode was sweet, emotional, hilarious and pretty much perfect. Steve Carell appears for some killer lines but all in all says very little–it’s not his finale, but everyone else’s. Pam surprising Jim predictably but in a thoroughly touching way, Dwight and Angela–clearly perfect for each other–get married, Oscar goes into politics, Kevin gets fired and buys a bar…everyone reaches some sort of satisfying closure (Creed’s ending is surely the best). Erin’s surprise reunion was extremely random. The fourth wall is transcended as the directors/producers celebrate in the warehouse with the cast of their “reality show”.

There’s also a short documentary about the journey of the cast, well worth watching. I’d love to watch some behind the scenes filming of the Office, with bloopers and improvisation. Maybe I’ll have to get my hands on a box set.

Doctor Who Season 7 also finished last week, with a classic twisty Moffat episode. It was definitely the best episode of the second half of this season (I was starting to have my doubts during The Rings of Akhaten). It was just the right amount of twisty, too. Twisty enough to make me go “Oooh, that’s clever!” but not too twisty that I’m sitting there shovelling popcorn into my mouth in dismay and confusion. Clara’s leap into the Doctor’s time-scar explained the Impossible Girl in a satisfying and thrilling way, though he really shouldn’t have gone in and rescued her. That bit made no sense. Clara Oswald–or versions of her–could still have been the Doctor’s companion in many more adventures. That would have been more interesting.

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Clara’s an intriguing character but I’m still not entirely convinced by Jenna-Louise Coleman’s perky, super-speedy delivery and almost automaton-like mannerisms. And the way the Doctor tugs her around like a little doll–cute, but it makes her seem unassertive and patronised. I’m waiting for her to sprout more character in the next season.

 

Til next time,

GLF

Doctoring and Homer-the-poet (and general excitement about life)

Just got home and cleaned up after the easiest medical cover shift in the history of cover shifts!

I felt like I was getting away with murder. I spent the first half hour chowing down my chicken schnitzel wrap, the next two hours browsing Reddit and snoozing on the most comfortable couch in the world (which, FYI, is located in the residents’ lounge of the hospital at which I work).

Said comfy couch is ugly, brown, obese and probably very grotty from the 278 different junior doctors who have kicked back in its cushiony depths. And yet it is so soft. It’s like sleeping on a gentle, giant, fluffy turd. Can you imagine anything more wonderful?

After 5pm my pager finally started going off and I trudged upstairs to the wards to review medications, rewrite drug charts, check fluid statuses and pop in drips like a pro. I was smiling at all the nurses and spreading cheer and goodwill like Santa Claus. One thing I’ve learnt from cover shifts is not to be grumpy. It just makes for more of a pleasant shift if you make an effort to be pleasant first.

Fast forward six hours and I’m home, rinsed of the hospital grime, dressed in rather comical polka dot mint-green pyjamas and wrapped like a sausage roll in a blanket. I’m way too excited about the three work-free days I’ve got ahead of me.

I can’t wait to hop into bed and read Book 24 of the Odyssey. I thought that when I started this Greek and Roman Mythology course on Coursera, reading a Homeric epic would be a long haul. And for a few chapters here and there, it was tough. BUT O-M-G. The Odyssey is SO EPIC. EPIC TO THE MAX! I love it. I do not want to read Book 24 because it will end. But at the same time I can’t wait to read it. Argh. Excitement.

In preparation for this course I ordered a few books online and now I’ve got a small pile of classics sitting on my desk, looking really hardcore and classicsy. They’re seriously intimidating me with their academic glory. I hope I manage to get through the set readings over the next seven or so weeks. The course pushes a tough pace and it takes effort to get the week’s homework done around my real job, social riff-raff and all those TV shows I’ve just got to watch…

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Speaking of necessary TV shows, THE OFFICE (US) IS ENDING. It is acutely tragic. I have lived with this show ever since the BF introduced it to me circa three years ago. I have sobbed for Pam and Jim. I have bust a rib cacking myself at Dwight’s antics. I have bowed to Creed being possibly the awesomest supporting character ever. The finale airs May 16th and marks the end of an era; the end of a show that helped to bring cringe comedy into the mainstream. I have no doubt I will cry.

Tomorrow night, worked around our irregular schedules, is a long-awaited date night. Planned events? Butter chicken and biryani rice, Star Trek: Into Darkness, Game of Throooooones, Office. May or may not be able to fit in all events, but I will update on the highlights.

Last week, half a month after everyone else, we watched Iron Man 3. Blockbustery pow-pow and unbelievably streamlined technology and a whole army of iron men and Pepper Potts going all uber. It was a super fun movie to watch, but had an unsatisfying ending. Best bit was Ben Kingsley. Oh, and that cute kid that helped Tony Stark out.

Sign that I’m getting tired. Amputated sentences and inventing fake adjectives by adding -y to the ends of nouns. I’m off to bed with Homer.

More next time,

Grace Le Fay.