Really Invisible...
Damn, took me 8 days to get back here, which has to be some kind of record for this blog especially when you consider I hardly left this seat.
Part of that was due to me having to write for a bunch of other places - there was a deadline pile-up at the end of the month that just kept getting slammed into. Thanks for email etc though... glad to know that people begin to worry that I have been CRUSHED under a pile of DVDs whenever I drop off the radar like that.
Although the pace on Londonist picked up somewhat last week so you could always have kept an eye on me from there.
No real news. Things are pretty good and Jess recently broke through yet another stress barrier to arrive bouncing on the other side declaring "Lets watch a film where things get fucked up!" after being heads down and crammed into work for like two weeks.
Film wise I've been busy after revisiting George Romero's The Crazies to refresh my memory on all the ways the remake is going to suck. Capote was so-so, Munich was better than expected, but still didn't have much to say apart from that killing hot Dutch assassins with bicycle pump pistols was WRONG. Something I've known for years.
I've also seen a bunch of Korean, Hong Kong and Japanese flicks that will end up on Firecracker so I'll skip over them for now.
TV wise I'm behind on Life on Mars. I'll catch up this evening. BSG just had it's best episode this season following close on the heels of the worst episode. One was resting with Apollo while the other was all about Starbuck. No prizes for guessing which outfucked the other. More on that later as I want to rewatch it this afternoon. And yes, there will be spoilers.
I'm almost done with Stephen King's 'Cell'. I was tricked into reading it by Dan who used the golden phrase "hybrid of I Am Legend and Night Of The Living Dead" which made my happy explode. It funnily enough has a touch of The Crazies about it too and suffers from a killer opening that all too quickly gives way to trademark King survival stuff. Much better than all that mystical gunslinging horsecrap though. Again more detail on that later.
Dan of course is a complete bastard. He just moved to Japan. Fuck. He's currently blogging earthquakes for dog's sake while I am left here to write about clowns. And other dead things. Time and time again people I thought were friends choose their wives over me. Goddamnit I can cook!
Duncan is also having a whale of a time and annoying me no end by sending text messages instead of starting a new blog:
Oh and if you see God or any of the other 'powers that be' please try and fuck him/them in the eyesocket from me. There's a slim chance that Sandwich may have a heart murmur. We'll know more in three weeks and there's not a lot to worry about right now, but it doesn't stop Jess worrying and me wanting to punch invisible forces in the throat. I can think of fifteen people I met in just the last week that I'd love to inflict health problems on, but by all means focus the life isn't fair beam on a fucking kitten.
If you see me atop Centre Point trying to drop biplanes onto Oxford Street don't be too surprised.
[Music: Disturbed]
Part of that was due to me having to write for a bunch of other places - there was a deadline pile-up at the end of the month that just kept getting slammed into. Thanks for email etc though... glad to know that people begin to worry that I have been CRUSHED under a pile of DVDs whenever I drop off the radar like that.
Although the pace on Londonist picked up somewhat last week so you could always have kept an eye on me from there.
No real news. Things are pretty good and Jess recently broke through yet another stress barrier to arrive bouncing on the other side declaring "Lets watch a film where things get fucked up!" after being heads down and crammed into work for like two weeks.
Film wise I've been busy after revisiting George Romero's The Crazies to refresh my memory on all the ways the remake is going to suck. Capote was so-so, Munich was better than expected, but still didn't have much to say apart from that killing hot Dutch assassins with bicycle pump pistols was WRONG. Something I've known for years.
I've also seen a bunch of Korean, Hong Kong and Japanese flicks that will end up on Firecracker so I'll skip over them for now.
TV wise I'm behind on Life on Mars. I'll catch up this evening. BSG just had it's best episode this season following close on the heels of the worst episode. One was resting with Apollo while the other was all about Starbuck. No prizes for guessing which outfucked the other. More on that later as I want to rewatch it this afternoon. And yes, there will be spoilers.
I'm almost done with Stephen King's 'Cell'. I was tricked into reading it by Dan who used the golden phrase "hybrid of I Am Legend and Night Of The Living Dead" which made my happy explode. It funnily enough has a touch of The Crazies about it too and suffers from a killer opening that all too quickly gives way to trademark King survival stuff. Much better than all that mystical gunslinging horsecrap though. Again more detail on that later.
Dan of course is a complete bastard. He just moved to Japan. Fuck. He's currently blogging earthquakes for dog's sake while I am left here to write about clowns. And other dead things. Time and time again people I thought were friends choose their wives over me. Goddamnit I can cook!
Duncan is also having a whale of a time and annoying me no end by sending text messages instead of starting a new blog:
There's been this mad and beautiful phenomenon here over the last couple of days. It looks like it is not snowing, but then if you look up into a sunbeam the air is sparking and glittering with thousands of tiny crystals. The Canadians call it diamond dust. Wild.Don't you think he should share this kind of thing?
Oh and if you see God or any of the other 'powers that be' please try and fuck him/them in the eyesocket from me. There's a slim chance that Sandwich may have a heart murmur. We'll know more in three weeks and there's not a lot to worry about right now, but it doesn't stop Jess worrying and me wanting to punch invisible forces in the throat. I can think of fifteen people I met in just the last week that I'd love to inflict health problems on, but by all means focus the life isn't fair beam on a fucking kitten.
If you see me atop Centre Point trying to drop biplanes onto Oxford Street don't be too surprised.
[Music: Disturbed]
2 Comments:
thanks Mike, although I should say that I would be quite happy never to have to blog about earthquakes again. I found out today there is a Godzilla statue here - my mission this weekend is to find it and get photographed being crushed by it's feet.
Hope the cat turns out to be OK...
Damn it Dan, now you're in Japan you're on the frontline of blogging. Earthquakes, giant robots and schoolgirls are all things I expect to see you tackle on a regular basis. Don't flinch!
Has Esther got a job out there too or have you gone all 'traditional' and had her fitted with the full geisha outfit?
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