| ABSENSE IN BRIEFS: |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|06:35 pm] |
Or, What I've been watching since I lost my job.
- So, yes, 5th November was my last day as a 'shit hot' school uniform salesman. Mostly because they'd found someone who apparently wanted to spend their days folding cardigans, but also because I'm looking for another job and... well, to say my heart was no longer in it would be an understatement. So, disregarding a visit to my Mum's, I've mostly, erm, sat about refreshing Prospects every ten minutes and wondering what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my life. Or the rest of the year, to be honest, I'm pretty close to the bone when it comes to being frighteningly overdrawn. To my shame - and don't think the, erm, lovely lady who was helping me to find work didn't contribute to that* - I went to claim benefits the other day, but now everything is all over the place and I didn't really understand half of what I was being told and... sort of left feeling like scum and a criminal. A scummy criminal. Anyway...
- Mostly what I've done is watch telly, including - but not limited to - Doctor Who, 'Waters of Mars': the best Doctor Who story in a long time. Loved Adelaide, loved 'Time Lord victorious', loved the fact that it was RTD doing 'hard Sci-Fi' and a one episode companion, despite being told off by the ming mongs for not doing either because he wouldn't be able to. Especially loved that they went there, and then followed it up with Ood Sigma looking all spooky in the snow. Can't wait for the Christmas specials: there's a whole list of spoilers kicking about that I'm fucked if I can fit together in any coherent order. Although I love the 'hind brain as fobwatch' theory. Epileptic trees!
- Freaks and Geeks: Callum and I started this the other night, and are now onto episode five. Brilliant, I'm disappointed that it's taken me so long to give it a shot. The prevailing idea I'm getting from it is that everything you do between the ages of twelve and eighteen is dictated by other people - your parents, your teachers, your friends - and that none of it will bring you any enjoyment whatsoever. Which is pretty much true to my experience, omg my life has been, like, so hard.
- Glee: still love it, although Kurt is so much better than any of the material they've given him so far. He's my favourite, by the way, although I also love Rachel, Mercedes, and fantasising about the slashy relationship between Mr Schuster and Finn omg so hot.
- X Factor: bit boring now, isn't it? The Jedward thing has gotten to the point where they get the joke, but don't realise what made it funny and exciting and the most interesting thing that's ever happened to this stupid show, so now it's a bit... boring. Lloyd's number's up this week, right? He hasn't even gotten his bum out on Xtra Factor yet. D: D: D:
- A depressing ammount of Come Dine With Me and Loose Women.
* LADY: So, what sort of work are you looking for?
ME: A graduate job, really, I-
LADY: Yes, but what sort of work are you looking for?
ME: Well, I really want to work in the media or publishing but-
LADY: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
ME: That's not very-
LADY: No, I'm sorry. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Woo. Good luck with that one, fatty. Enjoy your English degree, did you? No. We'll just... we'll just put 'journalist', shall we?
ME: But I don't really want to be a journ-
LADY: How about we put 'retail' until you find your... "dream job"? (For real, you could hear the air quotes.)
ME: [cries]
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| FICTION: |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|11:48 am] |
"Hello?"
His voice echoed down the dusty corridors of LiveJournal.
"Is there anybody home?"
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| SHE'S SO UNUSUAL: |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
 
The fact that this doesn't come out until January has, frankly, RUINED my Christmas.
In other news, hello! Nothing to report. Although I did find an interesting job in Buckinghamshire that I'm qualified to do. Will keep you updated.
ONLY ONE DAY UNTIL THE DOCTOR VS. SARAH JANE OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| WILD THING: |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|03:11 pm] |
Can't talk. Applying for jobs. In the meantime, here's a picture of Karen O dressed as Max from Where the Wild Things Are:
Every time I see the trailer for this film I almost shake with excitement.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| FUN FAIR: |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
So, today was for the job fair at the SECC. Picture a lot of booths, a lot of people in suits, and a lot of bullshit management speak - overuse of the words 'dynamic', 'challenging' and 'development' - and you'd not be far off the mark. Picture me having a full-blown panic attack when the number of graduates looking for jobs and having some semblance of a clue about what they want to do and how to go about doing it and you'd be spot on...
The interview I had last week was for a job in television. Not the perfect job, by any stretch, but easy enough, and a foot on the ladder, and more money than I'd have made in teaching. I've been trying to tell myself that I didn't want it, that it didn't matter, that I was over it, but I'm not: the money and the idea of knowing where I was going to be for the next couple of months would have made me feel a hell of a lot better.
The fact that I got so close - from what must have been hundreds of people applying (it was a really easy job), to getting an interview, and doing reasonably well in the interview - has been a poisoned chalice: it's not done my confidence any harm, at least, but it has made me even more reluctant to settle for some baloney graduate scheme management programme "working for the betterment of the company".
Ergh. Ignore me. I just needed somewhere to vent.
This constant buzzing in my head - the fact that I'm not going to have a job, or, best case scenario, have a part time, minimum wage job at the end of the month - all the time, every day, is really starting to get me down now, but aside from applying for a bunch of shitey Christmas jobs, I don't see as there's much I can do about it.
I just want to be content. A month would do. Just... content.
(Today hasn't been a total bust: we went to the Kelvingrove and I got a bitchin' Dalek teeshirt which I will no doubt be rocking at all occassions sometime in the near future. Also, Callum and I sat in the Beanscene across the road and had a nice big talk about being creative and working on things together and the fact that there's really no excuse not to now, which... was nice.)
In other news, I'm currently reading World War Z and... would like to know what I make of it. Mostly I think the human interest stories are really good - the ones about families and survival and the one that vaguely mentions the Queen, brilliant - but I find military history boring enough when it's not completely made up, and if I have to go through another eight pages on how some gun or shell or tank works, this bitch is going on BookMooch.
So. That's what I thought of it. And you?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| X RATED: |
[Oct. 10th, 2009|11:22 pm] |
GOOD:
- John & Edward, who are not as bad as people wish they were, and who - had it not been for a few choice comments at the auditions stage, and the fact that they're trying to be what they think popstars should be without any media training - would have had a fair crack at the whip as a sort of post-Busted, British Jonas Brothers-y sort of thing, outside The X-Factor. Even Hollow Willoughby seems to have decided they're going, and that bitch works every day of the fucking week, she has no idea what's going on.
- Miss Frank. So fierce. I hope they don't try and make them all slick and flossy, I like that it looks like they've raided the Elizabeth Duke counter, and that they might knock each other out at any given second. In a world where Sugababes are doing dance routines that extend beyond moving their heads in unison, there is room for a girlband from The Streets.
- Barely Legal Lloyd. Mostly for Cheryl's 'there'll be lots of girls crying lots of rivers over you' comment. What does that even mean? He is pretty though. Save me a good seat in special hell, won't you? And, wait a minute, he sang? Oh, God, was it awful? I didn't even notice. OM NOM NOM.
BAD:
- Lucie. Would have booed her offstage at a school talent show. Silly, silly girl.
- HAND HAM TELLIN' YEW. A hideous song, which by it's nature has to be delivered like a toddler having a tantrum. Not a pleasant experience. Also, in how much bad taste was Dannii's 'GAY GAY I THINK HE'S GAY HECTULLY I HEARD THAT HE'S GAY MISS WALSH LOOK AT MOY'? She's still my favourite though, especially alongside St Cheryl the Sanctimonious.
- 'No Regrets'. Which is not a song that you can sing with a great big banana grin on your stupid face. Forgettable Northerner has quite a nice voice, but it isn't half... bland. Which, in The X-Factor, is a strength you should be playing up with Nana Ballads. Foolish child.
- I wish The New Robbie would Moonwalk back whence he came. All the running mans and Mr Robotos in the world can't hide the fact that you're doing a bad Will Young impersonation. Got your number! Also, he looks like Jade Goody (OH TOO SOON I'M SO AWFUL LOL LOL LOL).
UGLY:
- Stacey from Dagenham, who is increasingly becoming 'Stacey from Dagenham'. Which is a shame, because she has a lot going for her, even if the song was a bit of a wet lettuce.
- Hat.
WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?:
In conclusion, you know it's a poor show when at least half of your contestants seem to be coasting by on the fact that they have whacky haircuts.
JOHN & EDWARD FOR THE WIN!
Cheerio, mIchael. xxx |
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| THE DOCTOR'S BRIEFS: |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|07:40 pm] |
In other news, Callum and I totally got into True Blood and watched the whole thing in, like, a week, and now I am reading the books and they are so awful but I really like them.
And Sarah Jane is back... next week or possibly the week after, I'm not very good with dates, OH MY GOD. SPOILERS! Oh, and Doctor/Luke: I SHIP IT, I'm so, so sorry. How old is he, like, twelve? God, I hate myself sometimes.
In related news, seeing the New Doctor in the Old Doctors' clothes is one of life's GREATEST JOYS.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| OMFG!: |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
They are expanding Fantasyland to include a LITTLE MERMAID ATTRACTION and a thing where you get to meet all the DISNEY PRINCESSES in their frikkin' CASTLES AND SHIT! And some thing with Tinker Bell and her lame ass, ethnically diverse entourage, I don't even care about that grotsky biatch (apart from on all that pink and black stationary, where she's all Avril Lavigne; so weird, that of the Disney canon, it's Tinker Bell that they thought would appeal to pre-teen emo kids). Oh, and a Dumbo circus thing that would be quite cool, if someone would describe it in a way that would make any sense whatsoever.
Believe me, this is EXTREMELY COOL, if you are a GIANT NERD.
Disney makes me CAPSLOCK.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| WATCHING YOU, WATCHING ME: |
[Sep. 12th, 2009|08:08 pm] |
OH WELL IF YOU INSIST. Since I've not done anything remotely interesting in the last forever, here is a list of some of the things that have made my jaw flap lately.
- The Weeds season finale! Which made me make this face: :O And then this one: :S And then this one: :D And, finally, when I realised how long I'd have to wait 'til I could OM NOM NOM on all of the delicious story, this one: D: Good god, I love Shane. And Isabelle. And Celia, always, but especially where they're taking her, especially when she has the same hair as series one Nancy, especially when she drinks frappes, and especially when she's dunching Doug over the head with a big jug of vodka and orange and not spilling a drop. I hope Celia's new pot gang get their own special at some point. More Dr Alanis Morrissette, too. Bring back Helia and Conrad and series six will be PERFECT.
- True Blood. Callum and I are trundling through the first series at a glacial pace. I... don't get it. It's so... boring. Aside from LaFayette and his fierce sister, none of the cast have any actual presence, so it all feels very much like... Twilight for old people, a bunch of rough-around-the-edges-Bellas-and-Edwards standing around, brooding their bad dialogue all over the place. Like someone saw the first couple of series' of Buffy and thought that the Buffy and Angel bullshit was what made it good. HOLD THE AIDS.
- X-Factor. My boat, consider it... not floated by anyone so far. Dannii aside, obviously.
OH GOD I AM ALWAYS WORKING. Stupid minimum wage job, getting in the way of my TV.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| GLEEK: |
[Sep. 11th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
Is anyone else watching Glee? Watch Glee, it is your new favourite show.
I wish I could post videos, but Fox are being douchebags and taking everything that's not making them money right off of YouTube. God, it's like they think they can stop the signal or something...
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| I'M NOT DEAD: |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|08:43 pm] |
Not dead. Just... looking for a job, hating my current job, and doing very little else in between. Spent the last few days with Alberto, our Spanish Friend, hanging out and eating good food and seeing Tori Amos (in brief: good, if you like that sort of thing, but she needs to shake up her set up and bring a bit of edge into her live show, and - also - talk to the crowd, not just touch them like she's Jesus in gold pants).
Ideas. Bubbling, bubbling. What's your favourite zombie film/book/opera? Consider it research.
I'll do a BIG ASS POST at some point soon.
Maybe when I get a job.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| BOOK GROUP: |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|10:20 am] |
At my Mum's house for a couple of days. Reading, reading, reading. I finished Meg Rosoff's How I Live Now on the train and... niggle, niggle, niggle.
Because I know there are a couple of people on my flist who like it - who have recommended it to me in the past - and that it was heralded as a 'cornerstone of children's literature' before it was even published.
But... didn't get it. Like Flowers in the Attic meets Brother in the Land meets Twilight meets... some thing where there ends up being two characters and all they do is get dressed and pick potatoes and have a bath and stuff, and I can't make up my mind whether the ending was more of a doozer than a downer.
Enlighten me?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| WTF???!!???!: |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|07:58 pm] |
OMFG WTF DISNEY BOUGHT MARVEL WHUT?!?!?!
I realise if you're not an extremely large nerd you probably don't care. And if you are, you're probably all MICKEY MOUSE STUPID GAY FUCKS and STUPIED, but... fuck you, Disney owns everything else, and they make a pretty good job of making shit tonnes of money and letting their creatives remain creative. CROSSOVERS PLEASE!
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| I'M STILL ALIVE: |
[Aug. 27th, 2009|07:25 am] |
Hee! The postman is whistling 'Don't Stop Til You Get Enough'. It's... really not a song that was meant for whistling.
Anyway, yes! I'm still alive. And, yes! The GTC dogging my ass around town aside, feeling a hell of a lot better about things, even if my job makes me despair of the future of mankind (mostly the way that people want everything handed to them on a plate, and can you make this for me and can you deliver it to the school and I shouldn't have to pay any extra because my child is Disabled, ie. fat, and the TWO Happy Meals I have bought him are a treat because he's so SPECIAL and ergh people people people). Anyway, where was I? Yes! Feeling a hell of a lot better about things. Applying for a couple of jobs I feel really positive about (and one I REALLY, REALLY want, like Mel B wanted a zig-a-zig-ah), but mostly just taking it easy, enjoying the glamorous life of a cut-price school uniform salesman (flossy, flossy) and, also, Doing Things, which - after this year - feels like a unique experience.
Sunday and Tuesday I was in Edinburgh with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) poptasticuk, mikeisnotatest and monkeykong seeing Lucy Porter, The Assasination of Paris Hilton, Enchanted Cabaret and a comic I'd never heard of before called Rudi Lickwood, who had a lot of good stuff, even if he did make a couple of dodgy comments and have a bit of a chip on his shoulder about getting bad reviews. And a good time was had by all! All who didn't skip EVERYTHING good on the promise of cake, at least.
I also stood and watched a woman hula hooping to George Michael songs for HALF AN HOUR.
God, I love the festival.
Totally taking my, erm, 'conceptual' shows, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane: The Musical! and, erm, Golden Girls: The Musical! next year. Be there, or be sucker punched by a drag queen done up as Bea Arthur.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| BRIEFTACULAR, BRIEFTACULAR: |
[Jul. 29th, 2009|08:10 am] |
It's been a while, has it not?
Largely because all I've done recently is work, come home, watch stupid shit on TV and then pass out in bed.
Callum and I were in London for a couple of days... last week, actually, but it feels like an age away. Seeing Wicked and The Lion King with my sister, and spending an hour and half in Hamleys. I bought Sarah Jane and the Star Poet for two pounds! Pretty impressive, I know. Pictures to follow, if I can ever work out how to get Bluetooth working on this computer (really, it's been three years, please don't hold your breath).
And now it's my day off, and I am pretty much dying of swine flu. All achey and head-achey and there's a whole nasal thing going on, I'll spare you the gories. Unpleasant, is what I'd call it! My sleeping patterns are all out of whack, too. Ergh. Gone soon, please.
Had a nice day yesterday, though. Sleeping, waking up and watching stupid shit with Callum (mostly Weeds and The Halloween Tree, but I iPlayered Davina McCall's Who Do You Think You Are? and, erm, Britain's Most Embarassing Parents).
I really needed the break.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| DICKY BOW: |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
God, I love his outfit. Gillan's batwing hoodie is pretty fetch too. Most stylish TARDIS team ever? Well, Nyssa and Adric's clown jammies, Vinegar Tits' helmet hair and the Edwardian Cricketer put up some stiff competition...
What else? Nothing else. It's like Groundhog Day, up in here. Wake up. Go to work. Go see a DOOZER* of a film. Come home. Be tired. Sleep. Back to start.
Tuesday and Wednesday off, in which I'd like to make some headway on a couple of projects, write a CV, and start researching jobs I'd actually be good at and like.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx
* The Proposal, which uses all it's best jokes in its trailer, which is a sobering thought; and Moon, which was... sort of... alright, but a bit dull, all 'here's some bits from some old sci-fi only cut together REALLY SLOWLY, to connote SERIOUS BUSINESS'. IDK, I made Callum watch Tank Girl the other night on the grounds of it being one of my favourite films as a bovver-booted pre-teen, I don't think I was meant to review this film. |
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| MAGIC: |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|07:08 pm] |
A nice day, yesterday, seeing Half Blood Prince. ( SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!!! )
In related news, erlking's article says everything I want to say about Brumlautno: 'simultaneously making homophobia ridiculous and giving homophobes the ultimate gay clown to laugh at' sums up my main problem with the film. That, and the fact that a great deal of it just wasn't... funny.
On our way out, there was a group of RRRURGH LADS quoting 'My ass is just for shitting'. That's what they'd taken away from the film. Out of context, missing the point, and... decidedly threatening to a man wearing a hoodie that glitters.
Cheerio, Michael. xxx |
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| 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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