So,we're on the train to Camberwell and we don't really know how many stops are left to our destination.I push my face against the window and peer out,into the night.There are houses dark and steady,and we go under bridges where there are colourful drawings that I can't decipher or take in completely as the train we're on zooms pass.The trees,unyielding,their silhouettes shiver against the clear blue background,that once in a while illuminates with artificial glow as we pass by a lighted building or quiet town.There is a tune in the background,underneath the chatter and noise,that sounds vaguely familiar and comforts me,but it disappears as quickly as it comes.
And then the train stops with a painful screech,and we stand to alight.
31.10.07
28.10.07
Bottle Up
Ah,first-year's done with but exams are nearing so I don't have much time to put on my ballet shoes and dance for you anymore.Some interesting things I came across-first,it's this dress for Japanese woman incase they're being chased by a psychotic rapist or something.What do you do?Yell for help?Kick em' in the groin?Nah,you turn into a vending machine.(Source)
One would have to be a dumb dipshit to think that it was an actual vending machine,look how bloody obvious it is.And to think it's all real,and they've sold quite a few.I wonder what happens if the murderous predator suddenly feels thirsty from all that chasing,and happens to think he/she's lucky to miraculously stumble onto a vending machine.
+A list of disgusting food,real ones.Fascinating.If someone handed me No. 5 without telling what it was made with,I'd gobble the whole thing up instantly cos it looks so darn tasty.
+This vid of Kings Of Convenience singing an acoustic number.It will pull at your heartstrings and take you someplace else.
There's this ad on a job-hunting service or something running on the idiot box,where they show different people in interviews-responding to one question:What do you think your weaknesses are.And one female candidate actually answers "Firemen".I thought that was hilarious.
Good luck,people.
25.10.07
Euphoria
Ah,just got back from the library.
I'm so tempted to simply scribble down some random things,which have nothing to do with.My mind's so blank I can't be bothered to complete my sentences right.There's a weird light liquid dripping out of my nose,it started a couple hours back and has since changed in colour-first it was an opaque shade of brown,then traces of pink began to emerge and I started thinking it was blood and that my brain was damaged somehow and it was bleeding-but it was in the middle of my study session,and I could still focus as normal and wasn't experiencing hallucinations or whatever.And now it's a benevolent-looking brown,less thick than it was before.Maybe I'm turning into an oompa-loompa,and am churning out candy from my intestines,and this turns out to be a watery flow of caramel-flavoured juice that changes colour according to Planet Xenu's moon-schedule.
Yeay,I'm officially losing my nuts-my bolts & screws are coming off,and the beat of my robot heart whispers down to a faint,distant murmur until I finally utter my final words "Oh Gepetto,you damn whore".After which,the last breath escapes and my wooden nose grows endlessly until it reaches the sun and pokes it,and it explodes,then we all die.
Tomorrow's the last day of uni-I know people must be overwhelmingly excited that sem's over,almost time to pack and leave for home.But I get that sinking feeling sometimes-seeing how fast time passes by-no seriously,I sound bloody cliche,but bear with my cheesiness won't you-the sem's been wonderful for me-it was eventful,had its ups and downs but as things approach a conclusion it all wraps up beautifully,like how a film might contain numerous murders,depressing themes and dramatic turnarounds that probably don't make sense-finally finishes with a nice ending.Though they could've spared that poor old granny character,she was so old and a natural death would've caught up to her eventually.
There's still 2 month's to year's end,but hey the end of sem's a pretty big deal to me.Awh,don't you feel all warm and fuzzy inside now-let's all come together and cuddle up in one massive,virtual embrace.Or not.I have an issue with hugging strangers,it's just so creepy.I always check if my wallet's still there right after,even if it looks rude,especially if the hugging thing was meant to establish some trust thing.
I have to sleep soon.Caffeine does not work for me.Let me rephrase that.Caffeine works way too well for me-I drink half a cup-not having the audacity to finish a whole cup of what tastes like fuel rat poison laced with pure evil-and the effect lasts for about 6-7 hours,the last two in which I'd have lost the willpower to do anything productive and am left to entertain myself by thinking about things like Where did the Cool Kids Go or Why Do Cool Kids go to Malls or Do they still call them Malls and Discotheques.
I'm so tempted to simply scribble down some random things,which have nothing to do with.My mind's so blank I can't be bothered to complete my sentences right.There's a weird light liquid dripping out of my nose,it started a couple hours back and has since changed in colour-first it was an opaque shade of brown,then traces of pink began to emerge and I started thinking it was blood and that my brain was damaged somehow and it was bleeding-but it was in the middle of my study session,and I could still focus as normal and wasn't experiencing hallucinations or whatever.And now it's a benevolent-looking brown,less thick than it was before.Maybe I'm turning into an oompa-loompa,and am churning out candy from my intestines,and this turns out to be a watery flow of caramel-flavoured juice that changes colour according to Planet Xenu's moon-schedule.
Yeay,I'm officially losing my nuts-my bolts & screws are coming off,and the beat of my robot heart whispers down to a faint,distant murmur until I finally utter my final words "Oh Gepetto,you damn whore".After which,the last breath escapes and my wooden nose grows endlessly until it reaches the sun and pokes it,and it explodes,then we all die.
Tomorrow's the last day of uni-I know people must be overwhelmingly excited that sem's over,almost time to pack and leave for home.But I get that sinking feeling sometimes-seeing how fast time passes by-no seriously,I sound bloody cliche,but bear with my cheesiness won't you-the sem's been wonderful for me-it was eventful,had its ups and downs but as things approach a conclusion it all wraps up beautifully,like how a film might contain numerous murders,depressing themes and dramatic turnarounds that probably don't make sense-finally finishes with a nice ending.Though they could've spared that poor old granny character,she was so old and a natural death would've caught up to her eventually.
There's still 2 month's to year's end,but hey the end of sem's a pretty big deal to me.Awh,don't you feel all warm and fuzzy inside now-let's all come together and cuddle up in one massive,virtual embrace.Or not.I have an issue with hugging strangers,it's just so creepy.I always check if my wallet's still there right after,even if it looks rude,especially if the hugging thing was meant to establish some trust thing.
I have to sleep soon.Caffeine does not work for me.Let me rephrase that.Caffeine works way too well for me-I drink half a cup-not having the audacity to finish a whole cup of what tastes like fuel rat poison laced with pure evil-and the effect lasts for about 6-7 hours,the last two in which I'd have lost the willpower to do anything productive and am left to entertain myself by thinking about things like Where did the Cool Kids Go or Why Do Cool Kids go to Malls or Do they still call them Malls and Discotheques.
21.10.07
Resident Evil:Extinction
So,Melb Cent wasn't screening RE anymore-so we had to go all the way to Crown's,which turned out well.
I remember playing those retro RE vid games back in primary school,when my eldest sis first introduced them to us younger siblings-and at first we cowered,hiding behind pillows while reluctantly peeking out to see how the game progressed as whoever was playing courageously journeyed past armies of zombies,and along with the atmospheric music and special effects the game had-it was a genuinely scary experience at that time.It didn't take long before we took charge ourselves-and soon after we were the ones gunning down the undead,as the extremity of the terror increased so did our immunity towards it.
Anyhu,let's get to the film.The past two films have been good-and very much like those two outings,Extinction carries a wafer-thin plot mostly consisting of scenes where the surviving humans combat the zombies and nothing much else,the entire direction this movie adopts is transparently straightforward,no pretensions about what it's trying to do-unlike some other piece of exceedingly torturous garbage such as Transformers-where the insufferable script was made worse with lame humour and annoying characters,it was a perfect case of a dumb kid pretending to be an adult,utterly oblivious at how badly he was humiliating himself.And it is in this respect,the RE trilogy succeeds..sorta.
It has many right things going for it-Milla Jovovich,probably one of the least talented actors around-dare I say the female equivalent of Josh Hartnett?Nah,not that bad-she manages to pull off the Alice character just o-k and doesn't annoy the hell out of me.It's a good thing the second movie turned the character into a half-robot of some kind,because Jovovich's stilted acting suits that level of starry-eyed emotionlessness the act requires,but when she tries to cry-kill me,kill me quick.Aside from that,they have all the essential ingredients in place-the zombies aren't too shabbily done,the cinematography's not bad-it's certainly nothing new,but occasionally it does unexpectedly impress with some nice desert landscapes.
Expanding on that,The RE movies-is like someone setting out to bake a cake,and after gathering all the right ingredients for it-decides to use all of it to make a muffin (okay,hold that thought).It's all out of order,objectives aren't met and the end result is distant from what was envisaged-it has crude chunks of details unobservantly picked out from the game,but just because you've inserted the Alice character,the Umbrella company,some vague virus and hoards of zombies and a script full of words like "infected","cure",hope"-it doesn't mean it's really RE,really it's more of an excuse to put a hot chick in the lead,give her a couple of guns and knives and get her to do some real cool martial arts shit while occasionally making obligatory references to its origins-it might as well be titled Karate Blondie or Zombie Barbie,and it'll still retain the tiny amount of relevance it had to its content and existence.But-going back to the cake/muffin analogy:muffins most definitely have their own exquisite taste to offer,and biting into this one you get faint,weak traces of the cake it originally aspired to be-I feel slightly infuriated,but I wasn't promised a real cake in the first place and the accidental muffin's quite nice.
Characters are thrown into the story like slaves to a plot,each with one unambiguous function-children are there to be protected,teen girl cries to show remorse at every possible chance,evil boss is the evil boss,complete with ubiquitous sunnies that never come off and assisted by blue-collared workers whose speeches are limited to supporting one-liners with no real purpose but to point out the obvious and attempt to make things more serious-"That's unbelievable"."This is not going according to plan".Like zombies,but more subtle.Anyhu,everyone but Alice gets killed off or shoved out of the story eventually-and everything leading up to that point seems utterly pointless by then.
It's unremarkable and offers absolutely nothing new-you'd expect a franchise coming this far to take a few tips,maybe hire better special effects people (there was one scene when the skies filled with fire-which was particularly cartoon-y and unrealistic) and make better use of the supporting characters and leave out all the unnecessary jumpy scenes.Plus, it recycles a lot of things from the previous two installments.The zombie dogs.The main character doesn't evolve,just a change of clothes and hairstyle and much less talking.And,perhaps the most unforgivable-they used the flesh-chopping laser room in the first RE to finish things off (to seal the climax)-and things just abruptly come to a halt.The past two REs ended very well,this one does too I guess with this whole Alice clone thing revealed at the final part-but the battle between Alice and the crazy creature close to the end finishes off disappointingly,with some silly Poltergeist-ish I-move-things-with-my-mind schtick that should've been omitted completely.
But it's still fairly enjoyable-at the end,I thought "That's exactly what I came for" and unlike disposable,no-brainer flicks like Transformers or Fantastic 4 (both of them),this one has no grand delusions,it's just a story about a girl with too much bronzer on and some cannibalistic zombies and animals we don't mind seeing explode to bits or getting their necks hacked off.And it's not too bad,not too bad.
I remember playing those retro RE vid games back in primary school,when my eldest sis first introduced them to us younger siblings-and at first we cowered,hiding behind pillows while reluctantly peeking out to see how the game progressed as whoever was playing courageously journeyed past armies of zombies,and along with the atmospheric music and special effects the game had-it was a genuinely scary experience at that time.It didn't take long before we took charge ourselves-and soon after we were the ones gunning down the undead,as the extremity of the terror increased so did our immunity towards it.
Anyhu,let's get to the film.The past two films have been good-and very much like those two outings,Extinction carries a wafer-thin plot mostly consisting of scenes where the surviving humans combat the zombies and nothing much else,the entire direction this movie adopts is transparently straightforward,no pretensions about what it's trying to do-unlike some other piece of exceedingly torturous garbage such as Transformers-where the insufferable script was made worse with lame humour and annoying characters,it was a perfect case of a dumb kid pretending to be an adult,utterly oblivious at how badly he was humiliating himself.And it is in this respect,the RE trilogy succeeds..sorta.
It has many right things going for it-Milla Jovovich,probably one of the least talented actors around-dare I say the female equivalent of Josh Hartnett?Nah,not that bad-she manages to pull off the Alice character just o-k and doesn't annoy the hell out of me.It's a good thing the second movie turned the character into a half-robot of some kind,because Jovovich's stilted acting suits that level of starry-eyed emotionlessness the act requires,but when she tries to cry-kill me,kill me quick.Aside from that,they have all the essential ingredients in place-the zombies aren't too shabbily done,the cinematography's not bad-it's certainly nothing new,but occasionally it does unexpectedly impress with some nice desert landscapes.
Expanding on that,The RE movies-is like someone setting out to bake a cake,and after gathering all the right ingredients for it-decides to use all of it to make a muffin (okay,hold that thought).It's all out of order,objectives aren't met and the end result is distant from what was envisaged-it has crude chunks of details unobservantly picked out from the game,but just because you've inserted the Alice character,the Umbrella company,some vague virus and hoards of zombies and a script full of words like "infected","cure",hope"-it doesn't mean it's really RE,really it's more of an excuse to put a hot chick in the lead,give her a couple of guns and knives and get her to do some real cool martial arts shit while occasionally making obligatory references to its origins-it might as well be titled Karate Blondie or Zombie Barbie,and it'll still retain the tiny amount of relevance it had to its content and existence.But-going back to the cake/muffin analogy:muffins most definitely have their own exquisite taste to offer,and biting into this one you get faint,weak traces of the cake it originally aspired to be-I feel slightly infuriated,but I wasn't promised a real cake in the first place and the accidental muffin's quite nice.
Characters are thrown into the story like slaves to a plot,each with one unambiguous function-children are there to be protected,teen girl cries to show remorse at every possible chance,evil boss is the evil boss,complete with ubiquitous sunnies that never come off and assisted by blue-collared workers whose speeches are limited to supporting one-liners with no real purpose but to point out the obvious and attempt to make things more serious-"That's unbelievable"."This is not going according to plan".Like zombies,but more subtle.Anyhu,everyone but Alice gets killed off or shoved out of the story eventually-and everything leading up to that point seems utterly pointless by then.
It's unremarkable and offers absolutely nothing new-you'd expect a franchise coming this far to take a few tips,maybe hire better special effects people (there was one scene when the skies filled with fire-which was particularly cartoon-y and unrealistic) and make better use of the supporting characters and leave out all the unnecessary jumpy scenes.Plus, it recycles a lot of things from the previous two installments.The zombie dogs.The main character doesn't evolve,just a change of clothes and hairstyle and much less talking.And,perhaps the most unforgivable-they used the flesh-chopping laser room in the first RE to finish things off (to seal the climax)-and things just abruptly come to a halt.The past two REs ended very well,this one does too I guess with this whole Alice clone thing revealed at the final part-but the battle between Alice and the crazy creature close to the end finishes off disappointingly,with some silly Poltergeist-ish I-move-things-with-my-mind schtick that should've been omitted completely.
But it's still fairly enjoyable-at the end,I thought "That's exactly what I came for" and unlike disposable,no-brainer flicks like Transformers or Fantastic 4 (both of them),this one has no grand delusions,it's just a story about a girl with too much bronzer on and some cannibalistic zombies and animals we don't mind seeing explode to bits or getting their necks hacked off.And it's not too bad,not too bad.
20.10.07
Luminol
Ah,my Saturday's turning out fairly fantastic.
How?Why?Calm down my dearest child,mother's breast is here to feed you lunch.So,below I've constructed a DIY-based approach,even-your-mentally-challenged-child-can-do-it guide to safeguarding your Saturday from being a huge miserable suckfest.Speaking of the mentally-challenged,they has this thing on The Morning Show couple days back about the most popular nip-slips-obviously lead by "it-was-an-accident" Janet Jackson-but also on the list was Tara Reid,that incident on the red carpet where she wore a black dress with cheap thin laces hanging over her shoulders-and the left side fell,exposing an entire boob.And there it was hanging happily as paparazzo shot away-before an angry looking lady with kind maternal compassion and a misguided sympathy for dumb,trashy bimbo's helped poor Miss Reid save whatever trace of dignity she had left,after what seemed to be a very long year in which her boob had aged considerably
Anyhu,back to my precious guide.If you actually thought I'd be doing such an unforgivably lame and pointlessly time-consuming activity,I kindly implore you to shoot yourself.I'm on a study break,which started off with a 5-minute dancing session to let loose-inspired by 30 Rock-random note about that,I hope they kill Kenneth soon,he's getting way too much screentime and attention and is far too annoying a character.I'm sure it was deliberately made that way,Tina Fey's no idiot-I mean,the name's Kenneth-try saying that,the name's rich with power to annoy the bajungas out of you.
Some songs for the let-loose session,incase you decide to have one.Strip off your knickers,but leave the socks on.
Beck-Devil's Haircut
The Cat Empire-So Many Nights
New Young Pony Club-The Get Go
M.I.A-World Town
The New Pornographers-Myriad Harbour
Rilo Kiley-Dreamworld
Ryan Adams-Luminol
Stars-Take me to the Riot
Yes,they're all upbeat and happy because noone wants to be naked and weeping.Maybe a bunny.A purple one.Who can breathe out fire.And can juggle chainsaws.And has a funny monkey friend whose catchphrase "Banana Power!" is always followed by a pitiably overused laughing track.And together they combat evil,which predictably turns out to be the menacing sheep,who morphs into a cute werewolf come full moon.That nice metaphor-laden addition at the end is bound to win me an Emmy.
Okay,someone down below on the streets just shout out "Can't you see the fucking indicator?!"-the world of drama calls-you can't afford to miss the exciting reality happening right outside your balcony,can you?
How?Why?Calm down my dearest child,mother's breast is here to feed you lunch.So,below I've constructed a DIY-based approach,even-your-mentally-challenged-child-can-do-it guide to safeguarding your Saturday from being a huge miserable suckfest.Speaking of the mentally-challenged,they has this thing on The Morning Show couple days back about the most popular nip-slips-obviously lead by "it-was-an-accident" Janet Jackson-but also on the list was Tara Reid,that incident on the red carpet where she wore a black dress with cheap thin laces hanging over her shoulders-and the left side fell,exposing an entire boob.And there it was hanging happily as paparazzo shot away-before an angry looking lady with kind maternal compassion and a misguided sympathy for dumb,trashy bimbo's helped poor Miss Reid save whatever trace of dignity she had left,after what seemed to be a very long year in which her boob had aged considerably
Anyhu,back to my precious guide.If you actually thought I'd be doing such an unforgivably lame and pointlessly time-consuming activity,I kindly implore you to shoot yourself.I'm on a study break,which started off with a 5-minute dancing session to let loose-inspired by 30 Rock-random note about that,I hope they kill Kenneth soon,he's getting way too much screentime and attention and is far too annoying a character.I'm sure it was deliberately made that way,Tina Fey's no idiot-I mean,the name's Kenneth-try saying that,the name's rich with power to annoy the bajungas out of you.
Some songs for the let-loose session,incase you decide to have one.Strip off your knickers,but leave the socks on.
Beck-Devil's Haircut
The Cat Empire-So Many Nights
New Young Pony Club-The Get Go
M.I.A-World Town
The New Pornographers-Myriad Harbour
Rilo Kiley-Dreamworld
Ryan Adams-Luminol
Stars-Take me to the Riot
Yes,they're all upbeat and happy because noone wants to be naked and weeping.Maybe a bunny.A purple one.Who can breathe out fire.And can juggle chainsaws.And has a funny monkey friend whose catchphrase "Banana Power!" is always followed by a pitiably overused laughing track.And together they combat evil,which predictably turns out to be the menacing sheep,who morphs into a cute werewolf come full moon.That nice metaphor-laden addition at the end is bound to win me an Emmy.
Okay,someone down below on the streets just shout out "Can't you see the fucking indicator?!"-the world of drama calls-you can't afford to miss the exciting reality happening right outside your balcony,can you?
17.10.07
For the Blue-Eyed Girl
That blue-eyed girl
I do not understand.
She taps gently on the sides of her stool
noticing how the silence makes this thunderous
her fingers soften and it turns to a quiet pacing
looks down to the ground and searches for something
she thinks I do not notice the song
one about manic children and pregnant sunflowers
but she's humming it loudly
and does not know this
I smile to myself
and promise to keep this a secret.
That blue-eyed girl
walks away from this garden
I had not built.
And when I do kneel down
to plant a new seed
it is too late
what's left is the stench of old soil
the sound of hollow branches and dead leaves as they break beneath my feet
but I drop the seed and the earth it swallows,
an opening greets me,I peer down with a full heart
a tiny glimpse of blue
escapes the glittering darkness
for one fleeting moment.
I do not understand.
She taps gently on the sides of her stool
noticing how the silence makes this thunderous
her fingers soften and it turns to a quiet pacing
looks down to the ground and searches for something
she thinks I do not notice the song
one about manic children and pregnant sunflowers
but she's humming it loudly
and does not know this
I smile to myself
and promise to keep this a secret.
That blue-eyed girl
walks away from this garden
I had not built.
And when I do kneel down
to plant a new seed
it is too late
what's left is the stench of old soil
the sound of hollow branches and dead leaves as they break beneath my feet
but I drop the seed and the earth it swallows,
an opening greets me,I peer down with a full heart
a tiny glimpse of blue
escapes the glittering darkness
for one fleeting moment.
16.10.07
Illinois
Okay,ignore what I wrote previously-my thoughts were here,there,everywhere and even in that part of your house where even dust doesn't stray into but only devils and dark thoughts rest-was just being the melodramatic electric penguin I can sometimes magically transform into.
Having got my Internet installed a week plus back-I've been on a downloading craze,and managed to find myself a couple of fantastic albums.There are too many to mention,so I'll stick to the really good ones that I must say are just incredible.
Sufjan Stevens-Illinois
Kings of Convenience-Quiet is The New Loud
PJ Harvey-To Bring You My Love
Interpol-Antics
My Bloody Valentine-Loveless
The Loveless album is just unbelievable-although you have to like a particular type of music to appreciate it,I think.If you like stuff like The Radio Dept,J&M,you'll be blown away.Seriously,it's an album like this that reminds me what music can really do,how it can transcend words and definitions and just pierce your bloody heart with something so remarkably profound the only way to react is with awe.Okay,that's my reaction to the album-you might just think it's a whole load of shit.
Oh,and Sufjan Stevens,if you're reading-which is highly unlikely,you have a voice that breaks my heart.It's like I don't want to download any more albums or songs,or go beyond Illinois because this is the best there is for you,and any further it'll just be downhill.I don't know if that has to do with anything,but,here's a magic dot:.
Been reading American Psycho,and I won't recommend it to anyone unless you're able and willing to stomach extreme grotesque(ness?).It's not an exaggeration I assure you-when I say grotesque(ness?),I mean-let you eyes hover past the following red part if you think you'd prefer to not know-I mean there are parts where he literally bites off pieces off a woman's vagina or bites off a nipple and uses a pen to pierce eyes and chews flesh of fingers-ah,that was a pleasant moment wasn't it?The first quarter of the book it just dribbles aimlessly,there's no discernible direction or anything specific really going on.He goes out to dinner and all,impulsively kills strangers and resumes his life as if nothing had happened-it's only after this initial drony part that a reason,an intention,the nature of the character and his tortured mind,surfaces.And as the violence escalates and body count increases,you'll start to finally have a firm hold on the story-things no longer feel pointless,and get really interesting.Some things only start to look necessary after a while in the book,like how he knows what brand of clothing everyone's wearing all the time,what The Patty Winters Show every morning was about,or how he says he's "off to return some videotapes" as an excuse often-these small bits are highly repetitive and impossible to not notice,and present in almost every chapter,at first they seem trite and trivial,but later they provide deep insight into how unhinged he really is.I meant to buy this book at Borders,where they put a 'Restricted to 18+' on the cover (this,naturally,made me more tempted to read it) but found a copy in the RW library instead.
Movies I look forward to watching
Michael Clayton (Okay,premature assumptions aside,critics are wetting themselves over this movie)
Juno
Lars & The Real Girl
Rocket Science
Waitress
Away From Her
Resident Evil:Extinction (I know I'm alone on liking RE,but I thought the first two were great leave-your-brain-at-home-&-let's-watch-some-chicks-beat-down-some-ass film.A specialised genre of dumb popcorn action lead by the Charlie's Angels flicks)
Oh,and the first 5 30 Rock eps have finally finished downloading-and for a few seconds,there is only silence as my poor heart breathes in content.The pilot's unmissable-some funny quotes from there:
Jack (to Liz): I like you.You have the boldness of a much younger woman.
Tracy Morgan (abruptly barges into set to 'rescue' the failed scene): I am from the government,and I'm here to inspect your chicken nuggets!
Tracy Morgan (to Liz,on US Weekly accusing him of taking drugs):I'm not on crack yo',I'm straight up mentally ill!
It's been a terrific & interesting week for me-and I'm feeling hopeful and...
Having got my Internet installed a week plus back-I've been on a downloading craze,and managed to find myself a couple of fantastic albums.There are too many to mention,so I'll stick to the really good ones that I must say are just incredible.
Sufjan Stevens-Illinois
Kings of Convenience-Quiet is The New Loud
PJ Harvey-To Bring You My Love
Interpol-Antics
My Bloody Valentine-Loveless
The Loveless album is just unbelievable-although you have to like a particular type of music to appreciate it,I think.If you like stuff like The Radio Dept,J&M,you'll be blown away.Seriously,it's an album like this that reminds me what music can really do,how it can transcend words and definitions and just pierce your bloody heart with something so remarkably profound the only way to react is with awe.Okay,that's my reaction to the album-you might just think it's a whole load of shit.
Oh,and Sufjan Stevens,if you're reading-which is highly unlikely,you have a voice that breaks my heart.It's like I don't want to download any more albums or songs,or go beyond Illinois because this is the best there is for you,and any further it'll just be downhill.I don't know if that has to do with anything,but,here's a magic dot:.
Been reading American Psycho,and I won't recommend it to anyone unless you're able and willing to stomach extreme grotesque(ness?).It's not an exaggeration I assure you-when I say grotesque(ness?),I mean-let you eyes hover past the following red part if you think you'd prefer to not know-I mean there are parts where he literally bites off pieces off a woman's vagina or bites off a nipple and uses a pen to pierce eyes and chews flesh of fingers-ah,that was a pleasant moment wasn't it?The first quarter of the book it just dribbles aimlessly,there's no discernible direction or anything specific really going on.He goes out to dinner and all,impulsively kills strangers and resumes his life as if nothing had happened-it's only after this initial drony part that a reason,an intention,the nature of the character and his tortured mind,surfaces.And as the violence escalates and body count increases,you'll start to finally have a firm hold on the story-things no longer feel pointless,and get really interesting.Some things only start to look necessary after a while in the book,like how he knows what brand of clothing everyone's wearing all the time,what The Patty Winters Show every morning was about,or how he says he's "off to return some videotapes" as an excuse often-these small bits are highly repetitive and impossible to not notice,and present in almost every chapter,at first they seem trite and trivial,but later they provide deep insight into how unhinged he really is.I meant to buy this book at Borders,where they put a 'Restricted to 18+' on the cover (this,naturally,made me more tempted to read it) but found a copy in the RW library instead.
Movies I look forward to watching
Michael Clayton (Okay,premature assumptions aside,critics are wetting themselves over this movie)
Juno
Lars & The Real Girl
Rocket Science
Waitress
Away From Her
Resident Evil:Extinction (I know I'm alone on liking RE,but I thought the first two were great leave-your-brain-at-home-&-let's-watch-some-chicks-beat-down-some-ass film.A specialised genre of dumb popcorn action lead by the Charlie's Angels flicks)
Oh,and the first 5 30 Rock eps have finally finished downloading-and for a few seconds,there is only silence as my poor heart breathes in content.The pilot's unmissable-some funny quotes from there:
Jack (to Liz): I like you.You have the boldness of a much younger woman.
Tracy Morgan (abruptly barges into set to 'rescue' the failed scene): I am from the government,and I'm here to inspect your chicken nuggets!
Tracy Morgan (to Liz,on US Weekly accusing him of taking drugs):I'm not on crack yo',I'm straight up mentally ill!
It's been a terrific & interesting week for me-and I'm feeling hopeful and...
15.10.07
Pitstop
Ah,so the universe takes me back to this auspicious corner of cyberspace-for us to meet once again,in a way.
So,I haven't been writing much lately eh?
The reason.where do I even start.So many reasons.The past few weeks have been especially significant for me,there have been some major things going on in my personal life-those of which I prefer to keep to myself,and coming behind these are realizations.About myself mostly,but also about others,about the world and all that.It's like I've gained an extended vision,I now see things in a broader perspective-it's first tragic,but then increasingly interesting and extremely amusing when you notice how superficial and fragile people are-myself included,of course,don't think I've recently secretly flown away to some weird hippie holiday and suddenly gained a sense of superiority over everyone else-I don't want to elaborate too much,some things are better left unsaid and learned by one's own self.
I'll either shut down this blog completely,or still maintain it but only write movie/music reviews-or maybe I won't,maybe I'll start posting pics of myself fucking dead people or potted plants- who knows,part of the adventure is seeing how you deal with the unexpected.That's a fancy way of saying I'm fucking indecisive at times and I don't want to say something and look like a complete idiot later.But either way,I have to severe this connection I have to the world made through this blog-it's not this blog or blogging in particular,I've been making changes to my life,small ones-ah we'll just stop here before I give the impression that everything's corrected and fine and lovely,it's definitely not,but I'm doing great.
It's been a terrific year for me,a wonderful journey.
I wish everyone the best for whatever.
P.S.: This vid 's madly hilarious.
So,I haven't been writing much lately eh?
The reason.where do I even start.So many reasons.The past few weeks have been especially significant for me,there have been some major things going on in my personal life-those of which I prefer to keep to myself,and coming behind these are realizations.About myself mostly,but also about others,about the world and all that.It's like I've gained an extended vision,I now see things in a broader perspective-it's first tragic,but then increasingly interesting and extremely amusing when you notice how superficial and fragile people are-myself included,of course,don't think I've recently secretly flown away to some weird hippie holiday and suddenly gained a sense of superiority over everyone else-I don't want to elaborate too much,some things are better left unsaid and learned by one's own self.
I'll either shut down this blog completely,or still maintain it but only write movie/music reviews-or maybe I won't,maybe I'll start posting pics of myself fucking dead people or potted plants- who knows,part of the adventure is seeing how you deal with the unexpected.That's a fancy way of saying I'm fucking indecisive at times and I don't want to say something and look like a complete idiot later.But either way,I have to severe this connection I have to the world made through this blog-it's not this blog or blogging in particular,I've been making changes to my life,small ones-ah we'll just stop here before I give the impression that everything's corrected and fine and lovely,it's definitely not,but I'm doing great.
It's been a terrific year for me,a wonderful journey.
I wish everyone the best for whatever.
P.S.: This vid 's madly hilarious.
10.10.07
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