Racing around the ASDA car park at half 1 in the morning with someone in a trolley is actually quite fun even when you're sober. Which I was. Don't know about Luke...
I appear to have fallen asleep on the couch, too. Then woken up. And fallen asleep again. So God knows, I'll be a zombie today. Although only a zombie of the moaning and grunting variety... I don't think I'm too fond of the whole 'feasting on the flesh of the innocent' thing.
And as a parting note, surely it's just wrong, morally wrong, for a band to have an hour-long encore? Especially when the band is a rock and roll covers band playing in your local pub, when all you really want to do is socialise. They played some Dr Feelgood, so it wasn't all bad.
For any Spotifyers, here's what I've been listening to recently...
Rory Gallagher - I'm Not Awake Yet (how utterly fucking appropriate)
Green Day - 21 Guns
Blondie - Maria
Foo Fighters - See You
Ok Go - Do What You Want - I recommend YTing the video for this, Gondry-tastic.
Ciao for now.
Sunday 24 May 2009
Thursday 21 May 2009
Life imitates art?
Just saw on the BBC News website that was the voice of Mickey Mouse for 32 years has just died. The article is here. I turn your attention to this part....
"The Walt Disney Co said Allwine died of complications from diabetes, with his wife, an actress who was the voice of Minnie Mouse, by his side."
The voice of Mickey got married to the voice of Minnie?
Fantastic.
"The Walt Disney Co said Allwine died of complications from diabetes, with his wife, an actress who was the voice of Minnie Mouse, by his side."
The voice of Mickey got married to the voice of Minnie?
Fantastic.
Wednesday 20 May 2009
Wait, what?
I don't know why I ended that last blog. I had more to say. Fuck, I didn't even name it.
It's a good day. Did my only exam for uni, Film Studies. Did not too shabby, I think. First half was to answer a few questions on one out of three topics.... I picked Realism, not because I had any great desire to be tested on it (not a fucking chance) but because the other two topics were Soviet Montage Theory and Counter Cinema, both of which I'd basically told to go fuck their collective selves at the studying stage. Therefore, I wasted a couple of pages talking about how realist filmmaking relied on how bloody simple you could film something. Then I actually wrote a bloody paragraph about a bit in the last scene of the movie Four Months, Three Weeks, Two Days where there is a break in coversation, and the two characters (I couldn't even remember their bloody names) sit in awkward silence and look about a bit. And then the film ends. I wrote that this is a good example of realist filmmaking by not cutting away from this. A bloody paragraph.
Second half of the exam was awesome. Write about a director you regard as an 'auteur'. I wrote about Martin Scorsese, talking about his gangster films. Well, Goodfellas and The Departed. Given that I've not seen Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, and only half of Casino, I didn't really have a LOT to talk about. But I squeezed a lot out of it.
As a side note, you will not believe how many times I try to write 'auteurism' and write 'autism' instead. It could lead to serious questions being asked...
Ciao for now.
PS. National Savings and Investments are complete tossers. Or at least, whoever runs their website is a complete tosser.
It's a good day. Did my only exam for uni, Film Studies. Did not too shabby, I think. First half was to answer a few questions on one out of three topics.... I picked Realism, not because I had any great desire to be tested on it (not a fucking chance) but because the other two topics were Soviet Montage Theory and Counter Cinema, both of which I'd basically told to go fuck their collective selves at the studying stage. Therefore, I wasted a couple of pages talking about how realist filmmaking relied on how bloody simple you could film something. Then I actually wrote a bloody paragraph about a bit in the last scene of the movie Four Months, Three Weeks, Two Days where there is a break in coversation, and the two characters (I couldn't even remember their bloody names) sit in awkward silence and look about a bit. And then the film ends. I wrote that this is a good example of realist filmmaking by not cutting away from this. A bloody paragraph.
Second half of the exam was awesome. Write about a director you regard as an 'auteur'. I wrote about Martin Scorsese, talking about his gangster films. Well, Goodfellas and The Departed. Given that I've not seen Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, and only half of Casino, I didn't really have a LOT to talk about. But I squeezed a lot out of it.
As a side note, you will not believe how many times I try to write 'auteurism' and write 'autism' instead. It could lead to serious questions being asked...
Ciao for now.
PS. National Savings and Investments are complete tossers. Or at least, whoever runs their website is a complete tosser.
Between Spotify and the music stored on my laptop, organised into bitchin' playlists in Media Player, I'm now as bad as my dad for leaving some form of background, though often loud, music on pretty much all the time. Yesterday I made an epic playlist consisting of damn near everything in my Music folder, save the odd shit tune here and there (Octopus's Garden, for example). Today, I made a Beatles playlist, starting mainly with the Beatles 1 album, and adding other songs that weren't number ones, but thoroughly awesome songs (again, Octopus's Garden was not present).
Currently I'm listening to 2 Oz of Plastic (With a Hole in the Middle) by Man. I don't know how many times I've listened to it... well, if you take away Prelude/The Storm, then I've listened to the album a lot. I've never listened to Prelude/The Storm for more than 2 minutes. And it's 13 minutes long. Anyway, I realised about 20 minutes ago that it had a good while since I had listened to it, so here I am.... about to go into Parchment and Candles....
Fuck it. I'm going straight to Brother Arnold's.
Ciao for now.
Currently I'm listening to 2 Oz of Plastic (With a Hole in the Middle) by Man. I don't know how many times I've listened to it... well, if you take away Prelude/The Storm, then I've listened to the album a lot. I've never listened to Prelude/The Storm for more than 2 minutes. And it's 13 minutes long. Anyway, I realised about 20 minutes ago that it had a good while since I had listened to it, so here I am.... about to go into Parchment and Candles....
Fuck it. I'm going straight to Brother Arnold's.
Ciao for now.
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