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Of all the things I've done in the last couple of weeks one thing I've not done is update LJ. This isn't really the slow yet inevitable parting of intimate friends, if not lovers; rather it's a reflection of how I'm having enough trouble reading that I'm not writing.

So what this means for you is that you'll continue to get major spamblasts of everything I can remember approximately once every two weeks. At least for now...

Looking back it's not actually been as long as I'd thought since I updated, despite the last one being rather self-indulgent and not at all interesting. Two weekends have (to be honest) passed since a proper update. I've downloaded a lot of Movies and TV, I've been to the cinema, I've played some LRP and I've had one of my eyes turn from white to red. And not this time in the name of anyone's grand design.

Movies wise, my crib sheet tells me I've watched the following:Read more... )

Then, in the middle of it all, there was LRP. Maelstrom was good. At least, in the sense that the event went well, the people were pretty much without exception lovely. I could gush further but then the accusations of bodysnatching would start afresh. There are some photos - I really will do a photo post soon. They're not particularly impressive but are focussed on "giving people what they want" as much as "taking the shots I want".

And then finally there is work. It's not bad. Progress is being made. But it's slow. And I'm getting distracted. But I expect renewed vigour and desires to make things happen next week. I just have to survive the weekend first.

I'm sure I had something more interesting to say. Perhaps I did two hours ago when I started writing this. Maybe it was eulogising over Lightroom. Maybe it was enthusing about more LRP to come. Maybe it was about skiing. Maybe I just want to go to bed...
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Why does news always come in pairs?

Firstly I'd like to be clear there must be better ways of starting a month than waking up with nausea at 2am. Clearly fate has decided to pay me back for my rather blasé attitude to side effects.

In other news, debates over LRP videos led me to watch Chapter One of IMPS. It's very funny and recommended for everyone with an inner Star Wars Geek. So that's probably most people I know other than [livejournal.com profile] ant_girl...

I also watched War of the Worlds and rewatched Miami Vice over the last few days. The former, while having some nice SFX was pretty damn dreary. It wasn't bleak enough to be anything close to Threads et al and as a result was just rather mediocre. Miami Vice, aided by the ability to skip through the tedious shower scenes, was much better than on first watching. I think this was down to expectation management, but because I wasn't expecting it to be a slick, music driven rollercoaster with the characterisation of Heat - I could actually enjoy (as far as possilbe) watching a story with the consistency of custard attempt to justify why Colin Farrell ever thought facial hair was a good idea. The best music in the film is still at the start though.

Collateral is next and I still must see The Prestige.

Anyone going to Cruxshadows/Trauma Pet tonight btw? I'm kinda tempted but I'm not sure I want to go all the way to Nuneaton on my own (driving to avoid being trapped at the mercy of a goth-bus).

And finally... SMOKING BAN, JULY 1st 2007! Excellent!
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Wednesday is the new Thursday, right?

Fresh with success in negotiating myself a pay cut and recovery on Friday I decided on Saturday to finally pop my Slimelight cherry and go there for more than just a gig. And I must say I enjoyed it. I'm not sure I'd feel quite the same at 5am in the same dreary shit-hole, but staying after Rotersand/RBN until about 1:15am then driving back to Birmingham did kinda work. I fear I did commit a carbon-crime but given the fact that the last public transport back was 1am from Victoria I feel slightly cornered, if not justified.

Clearly the way forward is to find more London friends and kip down - hint, hint.

Rotersand were tremendous. A much better set than they played at Infest as there were fewer of their dreadful ballads, but the lighting was predictably terrible so I have about 300 utterly usefess shots. Still, that won't mean you can escape seeing some in the future. The level of engagement they had with the crowd was so much better than Madonna demonstrated on Channel 4 on Sunday. And the tickets were cheaper too.

Sunday I failed to sleep enough, then went out for a cycle ride to deliver the latest ego-support to [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis and then returned to celebrate the fact I hadn't fallen off. Which was in itself kinda lucky as my leg has already become infected as I proved by squeezing pus out of it last night.

Needless to say though my leg wasn't as bad as that of poor Frenchie in Pan's Labyrinth who had little more than a bottle of booze and his revolutionary stoicism to seem him through a much grizzlier leg wound. The film was breathtaking from start to end - breathtakingly bad trailers; breathtaking design and execution; and the most cringeworthy scene I've ever scene in cinema and no muppets or David Bowie. As [livejournal.com profile] nyarbaggytep says though - go see it!

But I get ahead of myself - also on Sunday I ventured out to see Casino Royale which was a good, if flawed film. Clearly sponsored by the travel industry the pacing was a little out of kilter in places and I cried at one point (as the Aston Martin did the record breaking 7 cannon rolls - as seen in the trailer). Despite the flaws it was a good film - shades of Timothy Dalton who I thought was so underrated. IMDB has just confirmed my fears - " In one afternoon's shooting, three Aston Martin DBS cars valued at $300,000 each were destroyed for the car roll sequence." Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

So far this week I've done little else of note, except cause stunned silence in my colleagues by telling them my plans and displaying uncharacteristic restraint at a conference yesterday - by not shouting down the opening speaker for telling half the story. At least she had the decency to look a little nervous when she saw me in the crowd. Government money well spent though - I got a free pen, sweets, coffee mug, post-its and slidey puzzle!

The gravy train continues to roll on!
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The last week has been one of horror - there was the horror of The Fog (Monday night) the horror of The Movies (over the last couple of weeks), the horror of The House (Sunday), the horror of Old Age (Saturday night) and the horror of the The Inquisition (on Friday).

I am still in pain. Not a large amount of pain, but pain nonetheless. On Monday, as I reported earlier in the week I managed to cycle into a small, unlit, unmarked skip in the fog. Fortunately not actually into it - as that would have been a matter for undertakers rather than A&E, but I threw myself and my bicycle out of the way and just managed to crush my knee (between the skip and the frame) and impale myself - probably on my pedals.

So, after this moment of adrenaline fuelled excitement I paused briefly to roll around on the floor and see what human nature is like in this day and age. Pleasantly I was surprised when a passing car stopped to see the fuss I was making - before getting back on my bike and cycling to [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis/[livejournal.com profile] averylaterabbit's den of iniquity where I demanded petit pois for my rapidly swelling knee. Actually I demanded frozen peas, but being sophisticated they didn't have peas.

As I was slowly going into shock, they noticed how I was leaking and insisted on taking me to casualty where I met the archetypal "disinterested nurse" and "young cute blonde doctor". They x-rayed me as they couldn't see the bottom of my cut, shot me full of tetanus (~£800 I'm told) and then sat me down to stitch me up. Some people may be under the impression that the "legal high" I mentioned was drugs - but actually it was just my reaction to feeling someone squirt a jet of water into my leg then stitch it up "One should do it... no, maybe two.. oh look - I've fitted three in!". At this point she said "Are you ok - you look a bit ashen?" as I was contemplating whether to puke over her or not. Fortunately she finished before I could make my mind up. The "Oxford Handbook of Emergency Medicine" she was carrying around made me feel full of confidence in escaping alive too...

The stitched wound, despite being a little messy, is actually doing reasonably well - but the side of my knee is now mostly yellow and black. This makes such mundane things as "walking" and "climbing stairs" particularly painful.

In the last couple of weeks I've seen a number of horror films. This is rather odd as I actually don't like them - but Saw & Saw II have been viewed; then Dog Soldiers was on TV last night. All three were pretty smart, clever, not focussed on delivering content through SFX and, well, just a good diversion. Lost this week I liked, BSG from last night I'm a little more ambivalent about.

Last night, rather than go and be burnt at the stake in Edwards I risked, with [livejournal.com profile] _tonylee_ going to Paul Simon. I say "risk" because the PR didn't confirm as they had promised. Fortunately I managed to get in with no problems and then with the combined power of our blagging smiles a ticket for Tony appeared soon after. Gig wise - he enjoyed it and wrote a cracking review. I thought it was dreadful saga-entertainment but I'm always biased when the shoot is a crap one. In this case because it was three songs shooting from the mixer, 6000 people away from the stage. So I have loads and loads of the same slightly shaky shot. Bah!

Yesterday day was artw*nk. About IPR, property and whether you can sell photos taken at gigs. Actually the last bit is a lie but I'm still trying to find a lawyer and might have made contact with someone - hopefully. In the meantime - recommendations for cheap/free lawyers always welcome.

Friday evening was "The Call of Junkfood". Mmmm. Roleplaying at its best. No one has been beaten to death with a baseball bat and only 2 SAN lost. Hardly even worth mentioning. Friday morning was my job interview. Despite being 45 minutes early (a first for me) thanks to leaving the house at 7am, I managed to stay reasonably awake and think I did ok. But we shall see. Most interesting wasn't the interview but the results of the personality test.

Apparently I managed to be relatively consistent over it, and scored mostly 5s (average between "wallflower and psychopath") but had a few highs and lows. They couldn't let me take the results away - so instead gave me a paper and pencil so I could copy them down instead. So, for your entertainment - some of my extremes below:

  • Outspoken 10/10
  • Caring 2/10
  • Data-rational 9/10
  • Evaluative 10/10
  • Conventional 3/10
  • Innovative 7/10
  • Worrying 2/10
  • Optimistic 3/10
  • Competitive 4/10
  • Achieving 7/10
And Sunday? I've been tidying the house, giving old clothes to the rats and putting all my jumpers together so they can talk to each other. I'll never find anything again...
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Over the last couple of weeks I've taken to paying attention to TV a little - I use the term very carefully as I listen to TV in the background a lot - just don't always watch it. Anyway - the new season has brought, through the power of the internet, Battlestar Galactica and Lost. BSG is an interesting beast - it continues to heap scorn on American foreign policy from orbit which is always entertaining. It's a little crass and heavy-handed in places - but is compulsive viewing. Even if they did blow the entire series SFX budget in the first few episodes. The main characteristic of the series to date has been the lack of sacred cows and the speed of change of direction. I just hope the enthusiasm of the network doesn't run out before the story does. Lost has also been engaging - though the flashbacks are starting to feel more and more contrived. I'm "getting" it a lot more which I suspect means that it's been dumbed down - and again I worry about the longevity of the concept. I can't help feeling it'll struggle to make five seasons.

Pitch Black was on Film Four last night and was diverting enough, more so if you enjoy Vin Diesel. Its quite budget origins were a little obvious in places but it passed a unchallenging couple of hours. In a fit of televisual ecstasy I also watched Death of a President which, while being terribly right-on and came across as trying too hard, did manage to hold my interest for its duration. Research on wikipedia (so it must be trueTM) showed the pedigree of the production team in doing speculative mockumentaries. Nice work if you can get it!

For some reason, I suspect [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap's Q&A, I was reminded of seeing a badger the other weekend - running along the road away from me. From the speed it made it would have been more at home in the M6 roadworks than on a quiet road in the dead of night. Still, I was glad I was in a car and not going nose-to-nose with it.

This weekend I shall be hearing a lot of music and hopefully remembering to repair my earplugs first. Friday is Mechanical Cabaret, Zeitgeist Zero, Tin Omen and ACID Tongue in Birmingham. Saturday probably Kryogenix in Nottingham then the M1 to Black Celebration for more XPQ-21 action. Plus some other bands on my friendslist :-P

Business continues to develop at a geological rate, but following the example of [livejournal.com profile] velvet_the_cat and having been annoyed by having to deal with a cheque - I'm now registered for online payments. Go me, etc. Now I can look forward with more interest to an expanded tax return next year.

Finally avid readers will remember my entry a couple of weeks ago about "control of distribution of photos" - well last night I was cruising MySpack and discovered the artist in question was using some of my pics - obviously ones he liked - on his page. A few positive comments reinforced my ego and then I found more on unter null's page and last.fm entry. Indeed if you are registered on last.fm do go to the Panzer AG page and vote for my picture! Fame at the moment stretches to Combichrist and unter null on last.fm; and Panzer AG, Tin Omen, Voltaire and the (contentious) Dream Disciples on wikipedia. So that's not very far! Spread the work!
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Off to Whitby later, where I will stay for a variable amount of time based on how much I enjoy myself. At the moment I'm tempted to come home on Sunday as the 80s night would be more out of habit than enjoyment - but I might feel better when I get there!

Last weekend was reasonably relaxed. Friday night hanging around with some friends; Saturday 9-10 miles on the bicycle without letting my tyres down by mistake followed by cinema and clubbing; Sunday spent relaxing even more and having another crack at the spare room. Monday and Tuesday were spent shopping for shoes and being annoyed by HEIs; Wednesday and Today will mostly be about work.

On Saturday I saw A Scanner Darkly which was ok. It took a while to really get going and I suspect I had a better time with it than [livejournal.com profile] fishthecat as I'd read the book. Still, technically it was interesting even if it goes some way to demonstrate why Blade Runner is a better film for not being a faithful adaptation of Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?

Not quite wanting to go home I had a quick nose around their exhibitions and convinced myself I should fill in the paperwork to display some of my own stuff there; but there was some brilliant stuff to see - like a couple of examples from the Roadkill Family Album (not as bad as it sounds and well worth a look!

Then it was back to the cinema for The Children of Men. Clive Owen reflected perfectly a dull wooden dystopian future and it was, when all is said and done, a relatively enjoyable romp. Michael Caine was terribly grating though - with his characterisation mostly limited to saying "amigo" at the end of every sentence.

Curry on Sunday was lovely - though vegetarian restaurants, in this case Jyoti in Sparkbrook, still slightly confuse me by having a decent amount of choice - but of all the things in the world to complain of...

Now I must get on with things, but to have one less band in the backlog - here's the full set of pics from Lacuna Coil the other week.

Read more... )
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It's lunchtime so perhaps I should consider updating LJ. After all it's been a relatively valuable morning that should have saved my employers between £500,000 and £1,000,000. Which is a good days work.

Anyway, last weekend started with a whimper when no-one in the house could be bothered to leave it for any of the choice of nights out; followed by a most excellent 33 1/3 party chez [livejournal.com profile] quondam and then a Sunday of spending too much money on things that will probably be illegal within the next couple of years; then too much cheese; a Monday at home and then the worst, most distracted game of badminton I've ever played.

This week I've done nothing except Infest photos, reading ski pr0n, paying too much money for bike servicing, too much money at MNS and been to London for an exceptionally predictable meeting. This weekend I'm going to spend running, cycling and kayaking (at least that's what I think) which is made amusing by the fact I just pulled something in my back putting the bikes on the back of the car.

However, I'm hoping this weekend helps kickstart the post-Infest diet, or at least will help against the terrible temptations presented by all the left-over food from the party. Mmmm chocolate etc. Next week I also start the artw*nk course I talked about some time ago. This is terribly exciting if for no other reason that I'll get a chance to improve my vocabulary.

This doesn't have the focus I'd hope for; or the rants; or the dreams. Could do better I suppose.

Oh, one final point - I watched Free Enterprise last night which was jolly amusing and not-at-all because I could recognise myself or any of my friends in the characters. That would be terrible and oh so predictable.
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It always seems to be the way - I have all sorts of good intentions yet only a small number ever seem to make it into reality.

Anyway, first let's rewind time to last weekend. Friday night was like Fight Club. I don't want to say much about it, but needless to say I had an excellent evening being especially naughty, then had crumpets. That's not to say that crumpets can't be naughty, it's just that these weren't especially. At least comparably.

Saturday I got up disgustingly late and drove to Leeds with [livejournal.com profile] berrega and [livejournal.com profile] kantti to see [livejournal.com profile] grufti, [livejournal.com profile] ant_girl and [livejournal.com profile] nearly_everyone for one of the most relaxed, grown-up parties I've been to in some time. A few hours later it was back on the road and at least I managed to spend more time at the party than driving each way.

Sunday was Doctor Who (better than much of this series even though my eyes and humour remained dry. I'm sure I heard thousands of fanboys explode during the episode though. Then it was off again to London for Nitzer Ebb. I enjoyed the show a lot more than either of the Fixmer/McCarthy or Nitzer shows I've seen before - they seemed to work well in an intimate venue stuffed with fans. Top marks and photos to come, eventually.

This week I've stressed about Orkney, been very happy and seen Johnny Depp. That last point was of course a reference to PotC which I enjoyed - but felt it took a long time to get started and the first half of the film seemed a bit forced.

Now, I have to do some work and stop spending money...
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This was just going to be a post about Hard Candy, but I've somewhat been put off my stride by watching the opening credits to UFO and noticing an apostrophe crime. I can even forgive the clouds of smoke generated from the "underwater" SKYDIVER, but not a misplaced '.

Oh well.

Anyway, teeth crackingly good sweets. If you haven't seen it then do. If you are attached to your testicles then think slightly more carefully, then go anyway. It's not an easy or pleasant film to watch and in many ways is an "almost ran" rather than truly brilliant but it does show how cinema can be done.

The acting is excellent, the storyline is intriguing (rather than engaging) but at the end it throws it all away. I put this down to an american desire for ultimate Black and White over ambiguity and a need for closure. It would have been much braver and more to my taste, if not as neat and tidy, if there had been anagoresis rather than justified righteousness in the final scene.

If that doesn't make sense - go and see the film; if it does - do you agree?

X-Men

Jun. 17th, 2006 09:52 am
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Despite heavy hints by Mark Kermode that I should go and see Hard Candy plus recommendations from [livejournal.com profile] stelmaria_clg that United 93 had more substance - I went to see X-Men: The Last Stand last night.

I'm not, nor ever will be a superhero freak - there are so many other people who do it much better - but I did enjoy parts of both the first and the second movies. I thought the third one had those "moments" and the set-pieces (like the Juggernaut/Shadowcat chase you've all seen in the trailers) were mostly pretty good, but it was less satisfying and far more mediocre overall than its precursors.

On the plus side it was nice to see the Brotherhood of GothsMutants kept many of the local alternative population in work for a couple of days and despite her make-up looking a bit shoddy, a bit of Mystique goes a long way.

Now I seem to be awake a good couple of hours before I'd hoped - and better start getting stuff ready for this evening's jaunt to Sheffield and Leeds. Somewhere out there there are batteries needing charging! As no self-respecting superhero would ever say.

Oh and if anyone fancies United 93 or Hard Candy next week let me know.
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After reading some not-totally-negative reviews in SFX, I thought I'd spend a couple of hours of my life watching Æon Flux and Underworld - Evolution.

Quite unexpectedly neither was a complete waste of time, despite more than one cringing moment with each. I loved the design of the first film and it's nice to see that in the same way that more-beautiful-people-than-others-fly-in-TV-land - in the future we'll all be pretty - or is that only the pretty ones will survive - except for a token Pete Postlethwaite.

It's a complete travesty that Kate Beckinsale's bum didn't win any awards for a second Underworld outing, but she had a lovely self-repairing costume and it has to win "best use of Helicopter in hand-to-hand combat".

Deep and thought provoking they are not - fun they are.

I also watched Episode One of Popetown - The banned TV series they didn't want you to see!. Don't bother. Not because it's offensive against the Catholic Church - just because it's rubbish.
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It seems like an age has passed since I updated here. I'm sure it's less than that - but going away a couple of times gives the impression of large gaps in the reality-that-is-my-LJ. I suppose I'd better get started before I lose more readers.

This spring I have managed to fill pretty much every weekend with something to do. This is mostly a good thing, but does mean that pausing for breath has become a luxury rather than commonplace.

Anyway, I've done some LRP, planned for more LRP, been to the sea, been to France and been to London. I've applied for some jobs, I've taken some photos and I've wondered how to get to London for 9am on Sunday morning.

So, LRP. My enthusiasm goes up and down faster than a tarts knickers, but is probably cheaper. Maelstrom was a jolly jape in some respects but there were some ugly management issues, a sprinkling of ugly politics and I wasn't terribly happy with my photos. Hmm, reading that I'm not sure how I can say it was jolly at all. Oh well. Some photos will follow - you know you want to look...

The next one is in a couple of weeks and I'm determined to get more out of it. In fact, determination seems to underline my mood at the moment.

In the meantime there is NWO. Worship at the twin idols of [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis and [livejournal.com profile] immerwahr has begun and the highlighter pen has been out. It continues to be terrifying and exciting in equal measures. I hope not to take a single picture all weekend, but you never know quite how it will go.

The Ski season is over. It lasted longer than it normally does, thanks to an awesomely extravagant trip to Tignes that worked out at something like £200 per day on the slope. If I'd have done the sums before I went... I'd have probably done the same thing. The most interesting discovery from the weekend was introspection on my nature. When I wasn't getting a lot out of the first day I had two choices - be a wallflower or say something. I've always liked to think I would do the latter, but in all honesty that's not true. However after some soul searching and rehearsal I let my mouth run away with itself - and got pretty much exactly what I wanted.

No sniggering at the back

Somewhere was the weekend that was Whitby. I wasn't especially keen to go just before, but after making an arrangement with [livejournal.com profile] kantti I got in the car and drove up. However, after an initially rather dull evening with a book, I relaxed and had a most pleasant holiday. I tried to enjoy myself, I tried to spend time with my friends, I tried to make new ones - to a pretty resaonable success. The only problem now is finding the time to do the photos.

It's in danger of becoming a habit, so I shall be careful in October, but that's months away.

The job situation continues to be an irritant. I have employment until the end of June but really need something better. I've applied for jobs in Coventry, London and Amsterdam; with varying levels of pay compared to my current salary. Where it stops - nobody knows...

Now the trivia, to remind myself of things I might forget.

"Dear Simon, indulge your passions more and don't forget to do some writing. The ideas are bubbling".
"Dear Simon, avoid romantic comedies. Tristan + Isolde: Ultimately hollow dribble that shows perfectly well that pretty costumes can't compensate for characters without substance that you can't care about no matter how much you try."

The weekend is coming soon, there is probably FNGS on Friday, something on Saturday and possibly London on Sunday. Original plans have been rather compromised so it's the state of blissful anarchy again.

Anyone still there? Hello?
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Overall - I liked it. There was definitely some cringing on my part, and some questions left unanswered about how Natalie Portman shaved her armpits in her cell; but come on - who hasn't ever wanted to do that to Stephen Fry (even though he was terrifyingly typecast and his "comedy" show was 100% Benny Hill).

Last night I went to Edwards to take some photos. This mostly made me feel queasy (unconscious 14 year olds in pools of their own vomit) and dirty (I didn't dare point a camera at some of the bands as I'd be on a charge). Still, I'd not taken any photos in the previous fortnight.

Things are generally better today. Nothing like a bit of company, some mindless fun and a slight move towards some light flirting to clear the air.

I really must have a shave and do some washing. Then perhaps think about what to do for Whitby.

I have many holidays to write up and a sense of perspective to regain.

Not all of these comments are connected.
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Secrets and lies! We're all in pain! Why can't we share our pain?

Nothing like a Mike Leigh film to remind you that things could be a whole lot worse.

Munich

Feb. 4th, 2006 04:35 pm
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Just got back from seeing Munich at the cinema. It wasn't helped by the fact I'd cycled there rather in a rush and as a result spent much of the first act tasting my own bile and coughing - but enough of my problems. I was mainly in a rush as I couldn't find where I'd left my cycling shirts. Then I discovered I'd tidied them away... most unexpected.

I was expecting Schindler's Lift, but actually thought it was rather dreary, trying too hard to be worthy (another Oscar Stephen?) and really failed to set me on fire despite an excellent cast.

Yes, we know home is important, yes we know the Middle East is a bit fcuked up and yes we know many Israelis are paranoid - but enough already!

Mind you, the Dutch assassin was cute...

Stuff to do...

EDIT: I blame Mel Brooks, but there's something inherently amusing about watching Israeli commandoes attack dressed in drag.
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Actually, I think they've all put themselves back after an initial enthusiasm for running over the boy-rat's cage attempting to have ratty-sex through the bars.

So, I'm going to attempt to the Dear Diary crap late at night when no-one is up to read it - on the basis I'll then feel less guilty about trying to say something of more substance.

Crap )

Now, I should drag myself away from 24 Hour Party People and go to bed. I hope I am more interesting in the morning.

In the meantime, here's some pictures of VNV Nation.

VNV Nation VNV Nation
VNV Nation VNV Nation
VNV Nation, Sheffield, November 2005

I seem to have failed to get to NMA tonight - oh well - had a lovely curry instead :-)

Errors

Dec. 2nd, 2005 08:14 pm
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I'm having a bad day.

Firstly, I think I've broken the cardinal rule and given a colleague enough information to find this post - so Jean, if you're reading this - Hello :-)

Secondly, I've allowed myself to get wound up. I made a slight cc error on an email earlier and the fallout has left me rather on edge. It's not that I wouldn't say what I said to the peoples faces, but they reacted completely disproportionally and I am completely failing to make them see sense. Plus it's Friday night so sensible people have better things to do than argue with me. So far my favourite phrase used against me has been "crass ineptitude", one extememly heavy implication that my employer should sack me (as if I wasn't going to get a redundancy notice in January anyway) and a great philosohphical disagreement over whether I should be responsible to "the wider public sector" or "my direct employer" when there exists the potential for their priorities to be different.

Earlier in conversation it was remarked that I get more enthusiastic about work than I do about my social life. This might actually be true. Perhaps I need to get involved in a highly politicised hobby. I'm considering joining a camera club.

For now? I'm going to watch a nice calming movie. Brazil is on at the IMAX? I'm there...

And yes, I do appreciate the irony.
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Catch up )

London is, London. I got up close and personal with a lovely smelling young lady on the Tube - who was more interested in sharing body heat with me than moving into the freespace in front of her; I watched a woman waddle along Victoria making me think of ducks and was strangely concerned about the lack of Armed Police ringing Scotland Yard. Perhaps undesirables don't get up on a Friday morning?

Will I last the weekend? Bet Now! Bet Now!
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Last night, after doing the dull but necessary things that weekends seem to be for, and wandering around Bullring contemplating many and varied ways for mass murder, I popped around to see [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis in his new pad and then trundled off to see Lord of War.

Despite only seeing it because it was the least-bad film on offer, I actually rather enjoyed it. It laid the "guns are bad, m'kay", "people are shit" and "realpolitik? Just say no!" messages on a bit thick and had absolutely no likeable characters, but was well done. The narrative was pretty slick, despite it being quite a long film and it's finest achievement was a very slick switch between black comedy/farce and bleak, humourless, harsh, uncompromising act 3.

Worth a look, as long as you don't want to exit the cinema uplifted. We saw the film at the AMC in Birmingham and it was interesting to note the bars and clubs in the complex, as well as the cinema itself, were pretty much deserted - surely a complex that cannot be long for this world?

Then last night I had a very strange dream about someone on my friends list. Very strange.

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