The humans are dead; love lives on

If not judging a book by its cover can be extended to not judging a book by the name of the author on its cover, or their previous work, or the film adaptations of their previous work, I think I can get away with buying and reading The Host, by Stephenie Meyer, the lady what did the Twilight Saga.

It hasn't been bad sofar, despite having the same basic formula as Twilight - the idea that a mind-reading monster can be tamed by the love of a good woman below the age of consent with a unique mind who pointedly isn't having sex with an older man liable to brutality kill her at any moment (although, this time, set against the backdrop of an Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers-style alien invasion). The science fiction parts tide me over and the heart-stoppingly awkward acts of sexual frustration do a very good job at making the post-apocalypse seem ten times more horrific.

The main downside is that it appears to be the plot of Avatar flipped, and with the 'stop destroying nature' moral replaced with a 'stop killing each other' moral, which the aliens espouse every other page as an excuse for wiping out mankind. It's no less tiring a moral though.

Anywho, this is the last time I boast about enjoying something womanish and stupid, as it's starting to look smug.

YAY WORGENS

Alex.

It's more beautiful than you ever dreamed.

"I thought one less freerunner in the world would be a good thing"

For the second time in two days, I've had to walk past teenagers practicing what I think was parkour, though the walls in both cases were around waist height. It's good that they're getting exercise, I suppose, but they were going about it with such smug looks on their faces that I understand why traceurs always seem to find themselves being chased by people with guns.

Faux pastry

People in perfect physical health need to stop making lie-jokes about their bodies around me, as it turns out that I'm as useless at judging when somebody is making a self-derogatory untruth for the purpose of humour as I am at visually judging BMI or other health indicators.

If they stop saying 'I'm in bad shape' when they don't mean it, then I'll stop blindly agreeing with them in the sudden hope that we can both go jogging together, unintentionally offending them in the process.

Everything old is blue again

The fact that James Cameron's James Cameron's Avatar by James Cameron is frequently described as the most anticipated film of 2009 is pretty depressing, as it's probably true. It looks dumb. I guess I'm just a little tired of the moral: 'Be kind to nature (because it has bioluminescence or you can have sex with it).'

Not even that. We all know to be nice to nature by now. We also all know that subjugating a primitive alien race with massively superior technology is a bit of a dick move. I think we've outgrown these parables.

Also, the Na'vi aren't even aliens - they're clearly just stereotypical African tribespeople coloured blue. And the story is Pocahontas. And if the conflict between the Na'vi and the humans isn't resolved through the love between Jake Sully and Neytiri then the world has become a strange and unknown place to me.

TBH I'd rather just watch a group of Draenei roleplaying in Zangarmarsh for an hour, or FernGully: the Last Rainforest.

Haaronstone Ford

Like mismatched jigsaw pieces, I've been trying to hammer together Han Solo and Aaron Stone ever since noticing that they share a vague physical similarity.

It hasn't been a productive exercise.

Give HeaD this christmas

So Zavvi is now HeaD, and I can't imagine why, except that they got carried away with a marketing campaign that they'll never be able to overtly use. And that it sounds funky.

The funky was in massive sarcasm quotes.

Edit: Sorry, clearly 'Head to HeaD' is also a possible marketing campaign.

I think its middle pedal (?)

The dream where I find myself at the wheel of a speeding car without any driving experience, usually being pursued by police, has officially become a recurring one. It probably stems from the fear that my life is going nowhere, recently agitated by languishing in an empty flat for two weeks, though I've yet to have a dream where I find myself in a job without the proper training or in a relationship without having done whatever you're supposed to do before entering into a relationship.

Hopefully the driving dreams will go away once I actually learn how to drive. At the least, I'll know how to brake.