This weekend was pretty busy for us. On Saturday night we celebrated my father-in-law's 60th birthday party, a party that Sal had been organizing for months. We had invited friends and family from all over the place, and it went off without a hitch.

An hour or two into the party, Sal and I were relaxing on a couch along one of the function room's walls. The room itself sits above a large tavern and is basically an attic - the ceiling slopes upwards following the roof. I decided to get up and grab a drink from the bar, but didn't realise/remember that directly above me was a large wooden rafter. The "crack" sounds as my forehead hit the corner of the rafter could be heard several metres away, along, no doubt, with the rather vocal exclamation I made thereafter. It didn't hurt so much, but it was a hell of a shock and left me a little weak-legged for the next half hour or so.

On Sunday we caught The Dark Knight. Sal had no interest in seeing it, so while she enjoyed it she did start to get a bit fidgety toward the last half hour. The movie is very strangely structured - it's almost episodic in nature, with a whole series of mini-climaxes throughout instead of one big one. Still, Heath Ledger is no less than a force of nature, and deserves the hype he has been getting, as does the entire movie. His death was a real loss.

Even after nearly 50,000 votes on IMDb, the movie is rating 9.7/10 and sits atop the Top 250 Movies list. I'm sure it'll drop down as more people vote, but it's amazing that it has hit that level so quickly.