Day 2: Least favorite film
Hrmm... well this is tough. Because, well if you have a least favourite film.. why on earth would you watch it? For this reason, I will have to go with one that was inflicted on me last Christmas I think it was.
Mamma Mia.
Dont get me wrong, I love Abba. yeah I said it. But the film.. oh the film... is enough to make you wish your nails were made of something stronger so you could actually peel your skin off to distract you. Not to besmirch what to many must be a great fun enjoyable film. Its just not for me. For songs that have meaning to be made trite by a flimsy love story, played out by people you just cant believe in is a shame.
I'm adding on another 2001 a Space whatever. Awful. Dull Dull Dull, with such a violently awful ambient soundtrack it made my head hurt till I cried. Yuck.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Day 1: Favorite film
Obviously this isnt going to be the 30 day movie challenge in 30 days.. we all know Im far from that organised and disciplined.
But anyway.. here goes.
Day 1: Favorite film
My favourite film, is The Crow.
I watched this with friends on what still stands as my best birthday ever. many Many.. oh crikey... disturbingly many birthdays ago.. shit... 10? really? yikes. Well, there was a reuniting with a friend.. one who again is unable to be in my life.. for too long a time now for me to bear to think about.. but this post is about the film. The film is amazing.. I love it, and it may always be my favourite film. It will stay that way because I can't watch it. Memories that make me want to not be here well up like toxic burning tar layered with petrol in my chest the milisecond I let myself think about why I can't watch it. So I will try very hard to get away from that again now.. Back to the times I can stand to remember. The film is beautiful, a totaly fantasy for the twisted darkness. The soundtrack is amazing.. Brandon Lee... so beautiful, and the film was his last. Taking his life. Top Dollar. My ideal villan. The voice of silk on gravel. Blood on shattered glass.
The film is a delight. Its sequels... despite one having Iggy Pop.. dont cut it. The more numbers, or words added to the title, the less it means. Don't watch them. Pour yourself a glass of red wine, keep the bottle handy.. Keep your Gun on the coffee table... turn off the lights.. and watch this.
But anyway.. here goes.
Day 1: Favorite film
My favourite film, is The Crow.
I watched this with friends on what still stands as my best birthday ever. many Many.. oh crikey... disturbingly many birthdays ago.. shit... 10? really? yikes. Well, there was a reuniting with a friend.. one who again is unable to be in my life.. for too long a time now for me to bear to think about.. but this post is about the film. The film is amazing.. I love it, and it may always be my favourite film. It will stay that way because I can't watch it. Memories that make me want to not be here well up like toxic burning tar layered with petrol in my chest the milisecond I let myself think about why I can't watch it. So I will try very hard to get away from that again now.. Back to the times I can stand to remember. The film is beautiful, a totaly fantasy for the twisted darkness. The soundtrack is amazing.. Brandon Lee... so beautiful, and the film was his last. Taking his life. Top Dollar. My ideal villan. The voice of silk on gravel. Blood on shattered glass.
The film is a delight. Its sequels... despite one having Iggy Pop.. dont cut it. The more numbers, or words added to the title, the less it means. Don't watch them. Pour yourself a glass of red wine, keep the bottle handy.. Keep your Gun on the coffee table... turn off the lights.. and watch this.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Word of the whatever
new title.. snappy eh?
word of the whatever is....
Heh.
Not the most... throughbred of words. But I use it a lot. Meh too.. which I suppose is almost its antonym. It's a good reaction. Doesn't give too much away, doesn't show all your cards, yet is a good deal better at communicating vocal feelings than a blank stare. A blank stare is hard to pull off through a computer screen.
Ooh.. that reminds me, years before the rick roll there was a fun email that went around stating that new technology made it possible for computer monitors to take an image of whoever was sitting at them, simply from the light levels reflected from their faces. Of course you tried it. You stared at the screen like it told you to. You waited. And waited. Until the picture of a monkey scratching its head in confusion filled the screen. Very funny. But I digress.
The 'Heh' of today was brought on by an event I was not even at. Ducko had a meet and greet with some bookish folk, and one who turned down a story of mine for their publication was there, so he went and poked at it. They actually remembered the story.
Hence my reaction. 'Heh'
Followed up in short order by 'Sure... just like all great fraud psychics KNOW the people you are related to who have passed on.'
But apparently, not the case. They actually did remember it. Still didn't want it... but remembered it. That's something anyway. *tries not to think.. well dictators and mass murderers are remebered but not wanted as well* Damn brain hates me.
word of the whatever is....
Heh.
Not the most... throughbred of words. But I use it a lot. Meh too.. which I suppose is almost its antonym. It's a good reaction. Doesn't give too much away, doesn't show all your cards, yet is a good deal better at communicating vocal feelings than a blank stare. A blank stare is hard to pull off through a computer screen.
Ooh.. that reminds me, years before the rick roll there was a fun email that went around stating that new technology made it possible for computer monitors to take an image of whoever was sitting at them, simply from the light levels reflected from their faces. Of course you tried it. You stared at the screen like it told you to. You waited. And waited. Until the picture of a monkey scratching its head in confusion filled the screen. Very funny. But I digress.
The 'Heh' of today was brought on by an event I was not even at. Ducko had a meet and greet with some bookish folk, and one who turned down a story of mine for their publication was there, so he went and poked at it. They actually remembered the story.
Hence my reaction. 'Heh'
Followed up in short order by 'Sure... just like all great fraud psychics KNOW the people you are related to who have passed on.'
But apparently, not the case. They actually did remember it. Still didn't want it... but remembered it. That's something anyway. *tries not to think.. well dictators and mass murderers are remebered but not wanted as well* Damn brain hates me.
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Word of the...
Yeah...
Word of the... is
Chalk
I like it. I like it less in captials. But I still like it. Chalk. It's a weird one. Like talk with a different start - obviously - It's nice to say.
Ch.. all.. kuh or even Ch.. awl.. kuh. If you are feeling extravagant. It's not really the extravagant word type.. though it has got distinct middle class paint colour tendancies these days. It's nice to imagine a rather posh teacher saying it. She's posh, but wearing red lipstick and matching nailvarnish. Of course, she makes you bang the dusters.. no euphamism intended.
Chalk's useful.. not the nasty screechy kind on old painted blackboards.
well damn. there goes life interrupting what was going to be a nice reminisce about different kinds of chalk and the effect they have on the back of your neck.
People just arent nice. Ok.. some people.
le sigh.
Word of the... is
Chalk
I like it. I like it less in captials. But I still like it. Chalk. It's a weird one. Like talk with a different start - obviously - It's nice to say.
Ch.. all.. kuh or even Ch.. awl.. kuh. If you are feeling extravagant. It's not really the extravagant word type.. though it has got distinct middle class paint colour tendancies these days. It's nice to imagine a rather posh teacher saying it. She's posh, but wearing red lipstick and matching nailvarnish. Of course, she makes you bang the dusters.. no euphamism intended.
Chalk's useful.. not the nasty screechy kind on old painted blackboards.
well damn. there goes life interrupting what was going to be a nice reminisce about different kinds of chalk and the effect they have on the back of your neck.
People just arent nice. Ok.. some people.
le sigh.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Wrods
Yes.. it's spelled wrong up there. Because the word... is...
tired
I have no real business being tired.. aside from the overnight on sunday leading into a reasonably busy yesterday. Today has been lazy, aside from making all those pancakes. Yes, its 12.35 now. But that doesn't usually make much of a difference. I'm at the 'forehead heavy... eyelids achey.. contact lenses drying out' kinda stage. It won't last. Partially because there is so much to do to go to bed. I know there isn't really. I could just turn around and climb into bed. BUT... theres the teeth to clean so the scary dentist is less scary, theres the contacts to take out or they weld to my eyes by morning, theres the whole getting undressed thing because while sleeping in what you have been wearing all day isnt the worst thing in the world.. its not the best either. Theres also the kettle to boil... hot water bottle to empty and fill and the hot oat thing to put in the microwave - yes it is THAT cold here. I can't currently feel anything but numb below my ankles. Oh, and I have to pee. Is that everything? Nope. forgot filling my drink bottle. That and I have just finished a mug of coffee. And no. I couldn't have done all that in the time it took to write it all.
Ok...
Bedtime.
tired
I have no real business being tired.. aside from the overnight on sunday leading into a reasonably busy yesterday. Today has been lazy, aside from making all those pancakes. Yes, its 12.35 now. But that doesn't usually make much of a difference. I'm at the 'forehead heavy... eyelids achey.. contact lenses drying out' kinda stage. It won't last. Partially because there is so much to do to go to bed. I know there isn't really. I could just turn around and climb into bed. BUT... theres the teeth to clean so the scary dentist is less scary, theres the contacts to take out or they weld to my eyes by morning, theres the whole getting undressed thing because while sleeping in what you have been wearing all day isnt the worst thing in the world.. its not the best either. Theres also the kettle to boil... hot water bottle to empty and fill and the hot oat thing to put in the microwave - yes it is THAT cold here. I can't currently feel anything but numb below my ankles. Oh, and I have to pee. Is that everything? Nope. forgot filling my drink bottle. That and I have just finished a mug of coffee. And no. I couldn't have done all that in the time it took to write it all.
Ok...
Bedtime.
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Perhaps.. word of the week would be more realistic?
I'm rubbish. I know. Meh...
Word of the day/ week is taken from a random flicking through 'The worlds best Tattoo' magazine
Unmarked
In this context.. a bit of an abberation, the whole publication in honour of inked skin at its best - and.. looking at some of the pics... its worst. Perhaps.. its a nice thing to be unmarked. Not sure how possible it is though. Certainly its easy enough to avoid the buzzy fun of the stabby needle - even easier to avoid the needles on sticks tap tap tapping a design.. but I'd guess noone makes it through unmarked. So.. for those who like to wear their hearts on their half or full sleeves, and for those who keep their marks on the inside.. its all the same, just a matter of aesthetics and privacy?
Word of the day/ week is taken from a random flicking through 'The worlds best Tattoo' magazine
Unmarked
In this context.. a bit of an abberation, the whole publication in honour of inked skin at its best - and.. looking at some of the pics... its worst. Perhaps.. its a nice thing to be unmarked. Not sure how possible it is though. Certainly its easy enough to avoid the buzzy fun of the stabby needle - even easier to avoid the needles on sticks tap tap tapping a design.. but I'd guess noone makes it through unmarked. So.. for those who like to wear their hearts on their half or full sleeves, and for those who keep their marks on the inside.. its all the same, just a matter of aesthetics and privacy?
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Word of the Day
Today brought to you from a random flicking through Stephen Schieber's book Being Normal. And what a doozy. A Hyphenated word for the first Word of the day!
Biddy-Woman
From this I'm guessing something along the lines of the old biddy. The one with the hair in curlers, net ontop to keep the hair thieves out. The pinny on, scrubbing the doorstep. Some 1970's throwback to the 40's when people actually cared that their steps were clean. Before they got bombed. And started talking about the war while paying for food with luncheon vouchers. Somewhere, she'll have one of those plastic strip curtains on a doorway to keep the flies out of the front room that noone ever sits in. Is she lonely? Is she happy? Bet that step's spotless.
Biddy-Woman
From this I'm guessing something along the lines of the old biddy. The one with the hair in curlers, net ontop to keep the hair thieves out. The pinny on, scrubbing the doorstep. Some 1970's throwback to the 40's when people actually cared that their steps were clean. Before they got bombed. And started talking about the war while paying for food with luncheon vouchers. Somewhere, she'll have one of those plastic strip curtains on a doorway to keep the flies out of the front room that noone ever sits in. Is she lonely? Is she happy? Bet that step's spotless.
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