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.