Coming of Taste?

Stereophonics are finally growing on me, after all these years.

That's not to say I disliked them before, I just didn't seem to enjoy them with quite the fervour that others did.

Día de los Muertos

It's been Morbidity City today. A day to reflect on life and it's passing, and also on rebirth.

Firstly, on the way to and fro to the Hospital, I chose to take a shortcut through the graveyard and bumped into a funeral, unsurprisingly. Felt a little bad for wearing my bright pink and purple shirt at the time though.

Secondly, I had my first human dissection today. It would be improper of me to say very much, but I'd like to thank my cadaver for keeping so trim in life, as it made and makes my job much easier.

Thirdly, I'd like to take this time to announce the official retirement of the beloved tramp shoes. They've been with me for a long time, through thick and through thin, but in recent weeks, especially with this wicked Scottish climate, their gaping holes have been felt much more keenly. Also, in the event of a sinking ship scenario they would barely function as bailing devices at all. For these reasons, the shoes and I have decided that it is best for them to bow out gracefully.

They will continue to function in a severely reduced capacity in the coming months, but will eventually be returned to the place of their origin (a Huddersfield bench) in a small, private ceremony.

I will remember them with sadness, but also fondness and pride.

In memory

Who knows? Perhaps someone with even lower standards than myself will take them and find a use for them.

Fetish of the week

Tunics and the women that wear them.

Coat hangups

Just finishing week two of the exciting adventure that is Dundee University: Episode 3 and I've still to find a supply of coat hangers.

(I forgot to pack coat hangers)

I've tried getting free ones from shops but the problem with that is you have to be buying something to make it legitimate. Every time I'll go into a shop and buy the cheapest t-shirt available and go to the counter, all prepared to say "and do you have any spare coat hangers, perchance?', only to find that the checkout person is either very, very angry looking or very attractive looking. This renders me mute with terror either-way. All I'm able to say is 'um. . . can I keep the coat hanger, plz?'. This leaves me one coat hanger up, but also one crappy t-shirt up.

Net gain = zero coat hangers.

This has happened three times now.

No more.

P.S. On a related note, I recently received a non-repayable £2000 grant, so I guess I can afford to keep doing this for a while.

I'm attacking the DARKNESS!

It's not like I'm actually joining the roleplaying society, it's more like I'm roleplaying a pathetic loser who is joining the roleplaying society. I think aslong as I maintain a strong core of self-loathing, I can get away with it.

I kid. I'm sure they're very, very, very nice people.

But if at any point it resembles maths (i.e. anything more complicated than hitting each other with plastic swords for four hours) then I'm out.

Quantum of Solace, Avagadro's Constant of Action

I'm a little concerned about the number of crash-bang-wallop scenes in the upcoming Quantum of Solace. After multiple viewings and careful analysis, I was able to extract the following from the two trailers:

1. A gun fight in an olden-style building
2. A knife fight in a hotel room
3. A regular fight in a lift
4. Bond ramping a motorbike onto a boat
5. Bond running over rooftops
6. Bond driving a different boat
7. Bond running over different rooftops
8. Bond flying a plane that is getting shot up
9. Bond driving a car that is getting shot up
10. A clearly CGI-Bond plummeting through a glass roof after a rooftop fight seemingly goes awry.
11. Bond dangling from and spinning on a rope whilst grabbing a gun and flipping right side up to shoot a guy above him who is about to shoot Bond

It just seems that, unless these scenes are very short, the majority of the film takes place in a vehicle or brutal fight or on a roof. What was great about Casino Royale was the pacing; the talking and tension-building/boring gambling parts broken up nicely by crazy action.

This seems like 100% crazy action.

I'm sure it'll be good and I'll still enjoy it, but it's best to steel myself for dissapointment.

Steel? Steal?

Because the ego that burns twice as bright burns half as long

I don't see why Jamie should be getting all the kudos and acclaim for his questionable effort. I want people to listen to me too. I have things to say. Important things.

The world needs to know.

So the purposes of this blog are already threefold:

1) To fuel my ego.

2) To directly compete against the Paranoid Goldfish.

3) To better the world through the education and application of my world view.

In the words of Tobias, 'Let the great experiment begin!'