ANYTHING other than VB

Tom: This is just not cricket:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=48eHkZfnGug
Jess: Oh man.

Watch it. Waaaatch it.

So, it's Australia Day and has been for 2 hours. I've been out for late night coffee with Jess and Maddie, 'cos it's been a while. And now I'm spazzing out.

So this entry comes of having absolutely nothing else to do. My torrents are slow and I think I just may have squeezed the last remaining video that's actually entertaining out of YouTube.

I haven't really done much since my last entry. I went to Jacqui's place with the intent to make cupcakes while watching R-rated movies, because we appreciate the contrast. But I was late, so we didn't do either. Yep, best blog ever. "Here's all the things I didn't do." I also didn't have an epic space-battle with the queen of the space-demons. So let's move on.

What we DID do was watch A Mighty Wind, which is a great movie. Once you realise how much of it is improvisation. Which may have coloured your judgement. So forget I said anything. See it. If you like it, see the latest one, For Your Consideration.

Which is exactly what we did today at the Dendy. Not as Mighty or Windy as the former, but still chuckleworthy.

I have to tell you about the cafe we went to. On the menu amongst the food and drink listings was a paragraph that read something like:

My name is [such and such] and I have a bike named Lucy.
LUCY!!!

As if this didn't make them awesome enough, the ambient music was YouTube stage recordings. And they had the restaraunt's mySpace written on the specials board. Not that I condone mySpace, but still!

I wholly recommend it but cannot remember it's name. Look for the.. big.. yellow one in Newtown.

For only the geeky-inclined: I spent yesterday learning how to use .NET functions. I think mySpace should probably be MySpace, but I can barely bring myself to type it. It feels wrong. In any event, Visual Basic auto-fixes your capitalisation of variable names now. That's just weird. Also, I guess I've been using too much... ANYTHING other than VB because it seems I can't deal with lines missing a semicolon anymore. I really need the closure!

PS. When you're watching the atrocity video, keep your eye out for the 'O RLY' at the end. 20x better than any owl.

Burning the sunset

Tom: I've always wanted to be thrown out of church.
Jess: well, we can still arrange it, if that's what you'd like
Tom: I'll pipe up at "If anyone has reason.."

I've decided to have an msn quote at the start of every entry. I actually thought about it at some point last year but nobody said anything funny for a week so that killed it.

So I'm about to go out to dinner with my peep(s?) but I thought that I should probably do something constructive today so as to have not spent the whole day merely using up food and air.

Yesterday I was doing precisely that, until Em popped her little head out of the msn-sand and was all "You're coming with me to Castle Hill or something."

On our way to nowhere in particular, a street was lined with cars and people standing around. Em had heard that a comet would be showing itself and we assumed that was the reasoning behind those fifty or so people burning the sunset into their corneas. We pulled over and waited.

It was a beautiful event. Emma and I made New Comet Resolutions because we'd both been so lax at new years eve. After about 5 minutes of watching the speck, we realised how truly unspectacular it can be. So we drove off while other more-hardened spectators gave us weird looks.

We ended up watching Neverwhere. It's a bizarre BBC series we hired on DVD just randomly. It must be the geeks in us, because an underground city of fantasy characters below London is just too good NOT watch for 4 hours. Despite the

That sentence was meant to go somewhere! But instead I went out to the aforementioned dinner with Jess. It was tasty! And now it is 3 or 4 days later.

I've just been to Jess's bro's wedding. It ended the same time I would normally get out of bed. Sarah's dad flung his car into my driveway at 7.30. And I was just not up to it. I think he was trying to talk to me but I didn't understand the words coming out of his mouth and I was just trying to tangle my tie into submission while we careened into the city. But it was a really nice wedding. And my first. So that was an experience.

Now, watch Frisky Dingo. From start until finish. Because NOTHING should waste a few hours of your life but hilarious, epically-random cartoons.

It's so freaking insane.

Tom says:
I need to write a blog entry, but I cant get started. Advice?

Alistair says:
pick a word, then pick another, then pick your nose. Then combine them all together and make that the starting sentence

Soooooooo............. oh lordy, faithful readers. It's been some time. And so much has happened. Insert all the other standard laments that preface my entries.

It's a saturday in the holidays and I'm bored. I haven't been out of my pj's for 2 days. I can only imagine I smell to high heaven. But if the angels haven't beamed down some deoderant for me, I'm sure it can't be that bad.

And it appears I've forgotten how to write about what I've been up to without it turning into pointform crap. So let's talk about something trivial.

Let's talk about Fergalicious. Like the rest of the goddamn interworld (and real world? I've been away a while, I just don't know).

But see, that was the plan wasn't it? And it worked. Nobody can get it out of their head. It's not great music. And yet, I know practically all the words. And I like it! I do. It's so freaking insane that it grabs me right by my sense of random. It was the same with My Humps which I also enjoyed at a purely surreal level.

And if she's right, she's right. I'd be lining up the block just to see what she's got.

But I cling to these hopes:
Fergie also knows the song is ridiculous at a fundamental level and hopes that we all get a little kick out of how she is actually sending-up the genre and our society in general. And of course some people will mistake satire for the real thing, it's one of the hazards of the medium. But if some of us get it, just some of us, she'll smile a wry smile as she gets scantily-clad and jumps out of the cake at her next concert.

Oh! I ended up letting my hair grow long. I don't really know how to describe the length. Maybe halfway between punk and power-metal. Apparently it looks so freakin awesome that whenever I mention I want a haircut nobody will allow it. Ok. Whatevs.

Tim finally came to the correct side of the country. So it was great to meet him IRL. The good news is he's just as peculiar in person as on the internet. I was present at such things as his arrival and Pancakes on the Rocks. Good times, good times.

Speaking of internet. And.. through internet, I guess. Jacqui and I went to the city this week to see Babel. But first we went to an adult bookshop on the way for shits and giggles. We walked up and with all the wall to wall DVDs of pornography and TV screens displaying samples, I yelled something along the lines of "GAH, holy crap, it's like the internet has manifested itself in this room!" and got some weird looks. Mostly from Jacqui. Then she bought Porn Wars: Episode II for her friend for a late but hilarious christmas present.

And Babel... well it could've been a good movie. If fastforwardable. This director seems to be overly fond of music set to lengthy panning shots. His thirst for them just cannot be satiated! And you'll see a number of scenes twice/for longer than they should be. He just doesn't know what to cut.
Also, someone has to explain the shite out of the closing scene to me. Who let them get away with that piece of insanity?
I didn't much like the acting of Brad Pitt. And since Kate Blanchett's character is incapacitated she can't really help those scenes.
But all in all, if you're a literary-movie-type, and I like to think I am, you'll love the 'themes and issues'. And we won't mind overlooking the plausibility.

So, 2007 huh? When did that happen? NYE is the answer you're looking for. I went to Lady Macquarie's Chair with Emma and her RMC-peeps. All of whom are well-travelled and interesting people. We had the best. view. ever. On the very tip of the point opposite the opera house. It was breathtaking. I could feel the ground shake underfoot at the explosions. Who the crap needs "hearing" anyway.

Oh, I did quite well in my exams which was a massive relief. Yep. Anachronism is the new 'your entries should be linear and have a point!'.

I'm out.