| AND YOUR LITTLE DOG, TOO: |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|02:46 pm] |
Fuck being allergic to cats. Otherwise, I think I've found my perfect job.
In other news, Callum was out on the razz last night with his teacher pals. I spent much of the night in bed, not watching Torchwood, listening to podcasts whilst writing... I think it might be a zine. I thought it was brilliant last night but have yet to address it under the harsh light of day. Whatever the weather, it's... different, not like the sort of thing I do here, or what I've done in zines past. We'll see.
We just watched Torchwood together this morning. Not sure what to make of it; the ending was necessarily bleak, which makes a change, and it'll be interesting to see how a fourth series might be born out of... well, that. I think I'll end up doing a proper review of this later, when my head is not all... gummy with other things.
Starting a top secret project on Monday. I think. Will ask you all to step inside the loop in due time. I'm very excited about it, though.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| THEY KEEP KILLING TORCHWOOD: |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|10:11 am] |
See, I was enjoying Torchwood up until last night. ( Spoilers: JACK DIES!, etc. )
Anyway. It feels like ages between episodes of Weeds. Callum and I tried to get into Hung - it can hang - and I'm standing between us getting more intimate with True Blood (all the elements are there - good, interesting characters; large funny, intentional and otherwise; great catchphrases, ie. the way he says it, like, 'Shooookay'; an old lady who dies - but... maybe they are just all there, and there's nothing else? IDK, the episodes are too long, maybe, I just find it a chore to watch). What else should I be watching?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| DEE-DOO DEE-DOO DEE-DOO: |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
The creepy old man can smell queers and Gwen confirms that the sort of tank is 'SOME SORT OF TANK': would anyone else like Torchwood to be like this forever? Or, at least, until it gets cancelled halfway through series four?
Ain't lost, just wanderin': my computer now takes about half an hour to load, the enter key is broken and the L key takes a good four or five bashes before it does it's duty.
Apologies for the lack of comments, and all. I'll be... proper again. Soon.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| CALL OFF THE SEARCH: |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|08:04 pm] |
I've found the best thing on YouTube.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| TWIHARD: |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
I keep meaning to most about my terribly busy and fascinating life. But, erm, I don't. Mostly because it currently consists of going 'shit, have taken a teaching post which starts in August, I don't think I'm up for this', 'I have written the bulk of a children's book which I've now decided is a bit shit and not really reflective of me as a writer or a person, but maybe that's because I want to write something that is beautiful and sad and moving, but then everything I do write is just stupid or sassy or thinly-veiled-autobiography' and... going to the shop. To work, not to buy things. Don't even get me started on my money w0e, the bank have been dogging my ass all over town wanting to know what the hell is going on with my whacky overdraft... shoot.
Anyway. A nice diversion! Sarah Rees Brennan talking about the difference between US/UK covers, mostly of YA books. The original UK cover for Twilight was an interesting - and ugly - surprise.
Until next time.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| GONE TOO SOON: |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|11:34 am] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Smile', Michael Jackson. | ] |
So, Michael Jackson. I've avoided posting here over the last couple of days, because I wanted to avoid posting something awful and trite about someone who - given that pop is my lifeblood - I had a huge amount of respect for. Thoroughly disappointed in the amount of people - not here, but elsewhere, particularly on Facebook - falling over themselves to be the first to say how much they DON'T CARE about him dying: it's worse than the shit jokes*. Whatever you thought of his eccentricities, he was still a bloke, a brother, a father, a friend; a fucking tremendous popstar, at that, and there's always going to be a lot of coverage of that sort of thing, an outpouring of grief which - given that so few people knew him - people don't know where to place. 'You don't have to read it' indeed!
The charges of paedophile keep coming up. Charges which he was aquited of. Twice. 'Innocent until proven guilty' seems to have mutated into 'guilty until proven innocent and then, oh well, monkey-loving, rollercoaster-riding, plastic-surgery-having freakshow, guilty, guilty, guilty anyway' in his case. Which is bollocks, the lot of it, and more of a reflection upon the people levelling the charges than Michael Jackson himself: a reaction to someone dancing to the beat of their own disco that little bit too much, and making people feel uncomfortable. Anyone who believes even half of anything they've ever read about Michael Jackson is a mug.
I hope it's not what he's remembered for. I've always thought he was just a genuine eccentric, the kind of reality-eschewing mentalist that pop will always need, but that media training and the internet's intimacy seem to be sounding the death knell for.
And he wrote some fucking corkers.
Here is my tribute:
Top Five Michael Jackson Records:
1. Off the Wall.
2. HIStory: Book II (I love angry, sad Michael Jackson; I think this album reflects what he was and what he was going through better than any other. And, again with the corkers.)
3. Destiny ('Bless His Soul' is one of the best songs ever written, am I right? Yes. Always.)
4. Invincible.
5. Thriller.
Top Five Michael Jackson Songs:
1. 'Off the Wall'.
2. 'Someone in the Dark' (feat. E-fucking-T, yes sir!).
3. 'Is It Scary?'
4. 'Ease On Down The Road'.
5. 'Bless His Soul'.
Top Five Things Associated With Michael Jackson, However Loosely:
1. The Wiz.
2. The bit out of 'Billie Jean' that everyone rips off.
3. The Oprah where she went to Neverland and ate loads of sweets.
4. The Jackson 5ive cartoon.
5. Ghosts (I love Ghosts! Have you seen it? It's fucking mental, get it YouTube'd: Blood on the Dancefloor is interpretted by Stephen King and choreographed by Michael Jackson. At one point, he moonwalks with a skeleton and there are zombies stuck to the ceiling.)
Top Five Jacksons:
1. Michael.
2. Janet.
3. LaToya.
4. Taj from 3T.
5. Rebbie (I love a bit of 'Plaything'.)
Cheerio, Michael. xxx
* - I get the jokes-as-a-defense-mechanism bit, I really do - it's my defense mechanism - but, really, 'Whacko had a THRILLING night'? 'Hope he gets buried in the EARTH (SONG)'? Is this the best we can do? |
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| D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D: |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|05:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | HELL | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | no point in living | ] |
I had a lot to say about today. But I just spoilered Runaways #11 and...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Ahem.
As you were.
It's out tomorrow. Wiki the main characters, if you're curious.
Uncheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| OH FATHER: |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|06:13 pm] |
Oh! And! Father's Day Cards! Can we find a middle ground between 'BEER BEER BEER POO FOOTBALL HA!' and looking like they're for someone's Sugar Daddy? Granted, the ideal Father's Day card for my Dad would pretty much read 'Our relationship is complicated!' or 'Your usual lack of communication makes your recent phone calls very confusing!', but... still...
One for the alternative greetings card company I keep threatening to create, anyway.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| CHINCHILLA: |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|05:56 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | 'I Will Come to You', Hanson. | ] |
So, todsy was mostly for tidying, erm, one side of our bedroom (it's very messy; also, I got all 'locked on' and JJ about which books would go in the bookcase and which would go in the drawer), and finishing off 30 Rock. Which, I'm ashamed to say, took me a while to get into: coming off the back of Weeds and Battlestar Galactica - both of which I wanted to take behind the middle school and get pregnant - I took my lack of obsession as Tina Fey's failure to grip me. But I think we watched, erm, 13 episodes last night, so it's all good in the proverbial hood. Anyway...
Yesterday was for dicking about at the museum and then going to the Forge, so we could UTTERLY FAIL in our intentions to buy lightbulbs from B&Q by, erm, forgetting to go to B&Q entirely, instead spending the best part of an hour in Toys R Us. Rejuvenile! Also, we went to the pet shop, and spent some time in the 'unwanted pets' section. Given that I find it difficult to throw away a pencil sharpener if someone has drawn a funny face on it, this probably wasn't a good idea. Long story short, despite being allergic to animal fur and the fact that I often leave the house without having brushed my hair - not to mention that I have just doubled my overdraft - I became very taken by a chinchilla named Charlie.
Had better hope it's not their next week, s'all I'm saying...
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| LAUGHING WITH: |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|12:27 am] |
BTW, I love the new Regina Spektor. One of the many new Regina Spektors. Also, doesn't she look hot in the video? If I was the kind of boy who said awful things like 'I'd turn for Regina Spektor'...
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| BRIEFS: |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
I'm quite enjoying this... surrealist Big Brother. Mid-conversation, Freddie just burst into 'A Foggy Day in London Town'. Without missing a beat, Angel replied, 'Do you know any Frank Sinatra?'. It certainly beats Ciaron and fucking Jack Sparrow talking about which girls have the nicest 'asses'. Awful.
Sree makes my toes curl so tight that my feet have become warped and disgusting hooves by this point.
What else? Not a lot. Enjoying Weeds, although I wish Esteban would hurry up and die or whatever, because he's... in the way of the story. Weeds is at its best when it judders away at lightning pace, and he's starting to get a bit stale. The Celia storyline is brilliant. Fucking love Jennifer Jason Leigh, too. Well cast. Although, Andy? Girl, you can do better. Now can we hurry up and pair Silas off, please, because all I'm missing is my Hot Naked Guy scenes.
Also! Mariah's new song! Is terrible. But made infinitely better by the Mean Girls reference. Best!
God. I start work on Monday. Cut price school uniform is calling me back, oh joy. I need to hurry the fuck up and do something... interesting. At some point.
But first I need to shower.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| REVISED: |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
So, I've spent much of this evening researching my favourite children's illustrators, for my sister, who wants to do some character desgins for something that I'm writing at the minute. I came across M.S. Corley's blog, which has a bunch of revised covers for various fantasy series of the past few years, in the style of... 70s/80s Penguin Classics. His His Dark Materials covers are beautiful: he's also done The Chronicles of Narnia, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Harry Potter...
That is all.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| TREKKIE: |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
Well, fuck me. Turns out everyone I was supporting in this year's Big Brother is a GIANT MENTAL. Even Evil Sexy Kris - getting wanked under the bed by one of the Stepford Cuckoos - is a darn sight nicer than psycho-Sophia and Lisa, who as I write is conducting an argument by, erm, wiggling her fingers and going 'blerghlerghlerghlergh', like a really shit, punka witch. Awful.
I don't know. Roderigo is cool. I like Angel, when she's not... sucking eggs. Charlie is pretending to be stupider than he is. I still hate-but-fancy Kris.
A busy week! Thursday was for Terminator Salvation, which was a different film to the one I'd gone to see, but a lot of fun, nonetheless (I always, always buy into Christian Bale's psuedo-intellectual spin on the films he's in, and then they turn out to be... well, robots and explosions, forgetting that he's a bit of a douche); Friday was my fake graduation, which was boring and unnecessary; Friday was Drag Me to Hell, with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mikeisnotatest, which was great, if you like jump scares and racial stereotypes, although there were a couple of decent, overblown set peices; Saturday was pretty much spent going 'blerghlerghlergh' in the direction of my computer, which is dying a slow and painful death; and today was Star Trek, my favourite of the Summer blockbuster's so far...
If anyone needs me I'll be in my bunk, reading Kirk/Spock.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| MONSTER BRIEFS: |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|02:55 pm] |
Juddering through the selected highlights of series four of Buffy after chatting with Patforums' Josh, a recent convert. God, Buffy was good. Need to stop watching Willow/Oz episodes, though: starting to think a sheepskin coat might be my 'winter look'...
Speaking of Oz, yesterday was for our fake graduation - a sort of speech-y, cheap-wine-and-strawberry-tarts-on-the-lawn-y thing put on by the Uni, in light of none of us actually graduating until later in the Summer, when everyone's all... not here - and hanging out with Ali in the afternoon, drinking Pimms and watching Party Monster (starring Seth Green). Jesus, how long did it take me to get to the end of that sentence? Anyway, the film was... abysmal, in the most entertaining way possible. Sort of fancying Seth Green again, though. Especially as James St James, dressed as a troll. Also, Amanda Lepore cameo! She is so, so brilliant.
God, I love having nothing to do.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| WORTH IT: |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|09:34 pm] |
We just got back from seeing Terminator Salvation.
Trust me when I say I've been waiting all night to tell you, but - ladies and gentlemen - I'm in love with a robot.
The film was... fun. Sillier than I'd thought it would be, more EXPLODING ROBOTS than plot, and some of the action scenes out-stayed their welcome, but I enjoyed it.
And so concludes my review.
OM NOM NOM.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| CARDED/RETARDED?: |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|05:44 pm] |
Has anybody bought an HMV Pure card? What a load of old shit! I paid three pound for it, under the pretence of it having ten pound on it already - 'it pays for itself!', said the girl at the checkout - but I've signed up on the website and have, erm, 2400 points. Apparently a £10 gift voucher costs 30,000 points...
God. All this number talk makes me dizzy. Maybe I should just... sue them?
Oh. Season one of 30 Rock for £12, Where the Wild Things Are for £4 and a motherfuckin' Sesame Street teeshirt for a fiver, in case you were wondering.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| BIG BROTHER'S BRIEFS: |
[Jun. 6th, 2009|02:58 pm] |
These cunts seem faker than ever. Wise words from winterwooskie2 on this year's Big Brother housemates-no-wait-not-housemates-just-people-who-live-in-the-house-oh-wait (you can always tell when Endemol are worried about the people they're sending into the house when they start throwing ridiculous 'twists' at them every five minutes; it's boring already).
So far, Lisa, Sophia, Roderigo and Beni are the only ones I'm interested in, because they're the only ones who didn't do either 'I'M SO CRAZY!!' or 'I'M SO ANGRY AND TWO-FACED AND HATE EVERYONE!!' in their VTs (these people are rubbish, presenting themselves as utterly reprehensible and then not being able to deliver on it when it turns out all the CRAZY/ANGRY was a cover up for the fact that they have the personality of a ham sandwhich and they just really wanted the fame/needed the money: speaking of which, how many of them are unemployed this year? CREDIT CRUNCH HITS BIG BROTHER!, etc.).
Anyway, I'll probably end up coming home from my god-awful retail job and weeping at how much I hate-but-fancy Kris. My life rocks!
In other news, I'm at my parents' house. Last night, my sister and I went to the beach, and spent a good hour and a half climbing and then rolling down sand dunes. SO ROCK. Today I went to Borders while my Mum was buying giant-sized sandals in the factory shop next door, and bought Mr Toppitt (oblique references to Christopher Robin, L. Frank Baum's open letter in the front of The Marvellous Land of Oz and the BBC children's serials of the eighties already, and I'm not out of the first chapter: I'm annoyed that I didn't write this, it had better make me feel bad about it soon) and The Road (Christian Bale likes it, I'll need something to talk to him about post-coitus, duh).
Also, the new Tales of the Vampires, which is ass. I am THIS CLOSE to giving up on you, season eight. THIS CLOSE!
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| ODD JOB: |
[Jun. 3rd, 2009|08:58 pm] |
You know when you want to make a post, but all of the posts you've made recently have been all 'WHINE FLU' and you're kind of embarassed by them because they're no longer representative of where you're at, mentally, but you've not really got anything to say whenever you open the 'Post' page?
Totally that.
I got Patrick Wolf's new EP today. It's very good.
IDK. Who's your favourite superhero sidekick?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| TARDIS: |
[May. 26th, 2009|10:33 pm] |
Also, totally knew this was happening, but to have it confirmed is... well, marvellous!
Anything for The Brig to be in the same episode. Anything.
Love RTD: 'it'll increase the viewing figures, hopefully.' There's not enough honesty in... fanboy creators.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| SLAYIN' ALIVE: |
[May. 26th, 2009|09:44 pm] |
IN NO WORLD CAN THIS BE A GOOD THING...
Not without Luke Perry and Peewee Herman, anyway.
I'm sure I'll do a big, rambling post about how I may as well just go and stand in the street and have people throw custard pies at me, but in the meantime I am too, too poorly and just want to go to bed all the time. So you'll have to make do with this TERRIBLE NEWS.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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