Some people are having problems believing the seagulls in Finding Nemo were saying “Mine!”. Apart from issues surrounding the operation of the human ear, some have ignored the evidence of how seagulls behave and the context of the dialogue. One person insisted that since they’re Australian seagulls, they must be saying “Mate!”. Yup, ‘cos Australians just say “Mate!” all the time.

So my mate Tony offered to grab a still off the DVD, with the subtitles turned on. And here it is. Thanks mate.

I rest my case. Smug mode on. (Yup, I would have been grumpy if I’d been wrong.)

I didn’t watch the life expectancy survey thing on Channel 7 last Sunday, though I see a minute or two while channel-flicking. It was showing reams of statistics, read out by an unseen host whose voice I thought I recognised, but who didn’t appear on-screen so I could work out if I was right or not. Then they went to a commercial break. When I flicked back a minute later, there were more statistics, and I still couldn’t work out who was talking. Most irritating. So I looked elsewhere for my viewing.

But I did do their test on the web, which told me:

According to our calculations, you are expected to live to the age of 88.1.

88! That seems like a long way away.

That is of course if my bedroom light doesn’t fall on me. It appears to be coming loose from the ceiling. Tried to ring the repair person at the real estate agent today, but only got her voicemail. Great huh. Just makes me more determined to get myself organised and buy my own house.