Just a brief note on something I'm slowly becoming addicted to - hot chocolate and digestive biscuits. Seriously, after a morning's lectures nothing earthy seems to get me back up to Work Mode energy wise then a couple (or four) digestive biscuits and a large mug of steaming hot chocolate. And it's a pretty cheap snack too - that packet of biscuits was 24p, it's a large packet and they're very decent biscuits. The hot chocolate is a little more pricey but still comes in at just over a pound for a large pot of the stuff, which makes it taste even nicer!
Laters.
Thursday 28 February 2008
Tuesday 26 February 2008
Oscars 2008 & "Notes On A Scandal"
As has been mentioned by many people, there weren't that many surprises at this year's Oscars for me. It seems that any film Daniel Day-Lewis is in means he's always going to win Best Actor (I know that's not true but that's how it feels). I had a suspicious feeling that Marion Cotillard would win after her triumph at BAFTA earlier this year, and it once again falls into the Oscar rule that anyone who plays a real-life person is more likely to win these days. Tilda Swinton was a bit of a surprise, I must admit - I really felt that Cate Blantchett would win for her role in I'm Not There.
All the awards for No Country For Old Men were worthy but predictable. One big surprise for me was that Ratatouille won Best Animated Feature when it was up against arguably the more academy friendly Persepolis. I was also disappointed with the rules and regulations that meant The Diving Bell And The Butterfly could not be nominated for Best Foreign Film, which I'm sure it would have won easily if it had been.
Have already raved about "Falling Slowly" winning Best Original Song...but I'll rave about it again - yay! In fact, this year's Oscars was a nice, spaced out event where each of the big hitters won at least one Oscar. All I can say is thank goodness Norbit didn't win for Best Make Up, unless it was make up to hide Eddie Murphy's embarrassment.
All the awards for No Country For Old Men were worthy but predictable. One big surprise for me was that Ratatouille won Best Animated Feature when it was up against arguably the more academy friendly Persepolis. I was also disappointed with the rules and regulations that meant The Diving Bell And The Butterfly could not be nominated for Best Foreign Film, which I'm sure it would have won easily if it had been.
Have already raved about "Falling Slowly" winning Best Original Song...but I'll rave about it again - yay! In fact, this year's Oscars was a nice, spaced out event where each of the big hitters won at least one Oscar. All I can say is thank goodness Norbit didn't win for Best Make Up, unless it was make up to hide Eddie Murphy's embarrassment.
*****
[Also today I thought I'd treat you all with my review of Notes On A Scandal which I watched a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy!]
Throughout history, the power of the diary has been displayed in numerous ways. Without the surviving memoirs of Anne Frank we would not have such a heartbreaking piece of evidence of, not only entrapment and Nazi Europe, but also the growth and maturity of a young girl into a young woman. Recently Alistair Campbell, the former PR man of Tony Blair, former Prime Minister, caused a slight scandal by publishing his own diaries from the Blair period.
In Notes On A Scandal the power of the diary is paramount to the story and characters. Barbara Covett (Judi Dench) writes daily of her disgust at the society around her, of the school where she works and its students, of her blossoming friendship with new art teacher Sheba Hart (Cate Blanchett). But as the film progresses Barbara's diary becomes much more than a journal of mere observation. It becomes a detailed dossier of a rather sinister yet simple plot of blackmail, when Barbara catches Sheba in a very compromising position with a student, Steven Connolly (Andrew Simpson), which threatens both her job and her marriage to older husband Richard (Bill Nighy).
This film is more or less a showcase for two powerful performances by two very fine actresses. This is probably the most satisfying character I have seen Dench play since the first time she appeared as 'M', 007's boss in GoldenEye. At first resembling nothing more than a bitter, lonely old crone, Barbara slowly unravels into a cold-hearted, creepy, manipulative woman intent on gaining companionship and more whatever the cost. Blanchett goes from bohemian to lust addict, tired of just being a wife and mother, yet terrified of losing everything she has. Towards the end of the film, however, there is a scene of complete emotional breakdown where, unfortunately, she seems to go into rather unbelievable OTT mode.
The rest of the cast don't really stand a chance when you have two such commanding leads. Nighy, always likable, is good in his role, yet it feels rather one-sided. There doesn't seem to be a reason as to why Sheba wants to have an affair, for Nighy's character seems to be the perfect husband and father figure, and a potential deja vu history that is brought out later on in the film is brushed aside to concentrate more on the relationship between Barbara and Sheba. Andrew Simpson is quite impressive, but again there do not seem to be many reasons why Sheba would want to risk everything for this character.
The power of the diary, and I feel the film's final message, is what also brings Barbara down. The book on which the film is based is perhaps more powerful than this better-than-average adaptation simply because it IS the diary that she is writing in. The endless debate of books vs films rages on, of course, but this film will be a worthy addition to either side's argument.
7/10
Laters.
Monday 25 February 2008
How Refreshing
Nothing to moan about today, because, as I predicted and gleefully discovered this morning, "Falling Slowly" from Once won the Oscar for Best Original Song. That's just got me on a 24 hour feel-good buzz!
Laters.
Laters.
Friday 22 February 2008
Nice Day, Nice Song
Today my folks and little sister came to visit me here in Winchester, and we were really blessed with just dry weather, never mind sunny, so we were able to spend most of the day outside. Save for a little problem with my mum's meat pie not having been cooked properly in the restaurant we ate at, it was a really nice day.
But throughout it my mind was constantly doing that slightly annoying thing of playing a song over and over again. So, now that they're on their way back home, I went onto YouTube and looked for "Falling Slowly" from the film Once.
The reason this hauntingly, beautiful song captured my imagination today is because I learnt this morning that it was up for an Oscar nomination. Having looked at the list of the other songs nominated, three of which are from Enchanted and co-written by the Disney powerhouse that is Alan Menkin, my feelings are that we can only be hopeful. I really feel, though, that there would be something wrong with the hearts of all the Academy voters if they didn't give the golden man to this gorgeous song.
We shall have to wait until Sunday night, I guess, though I suppose it will be the perfect thing to write about in my Monday Moan if it didn't win.
Laters.
But throughout it my mind was constantly doing that slightly annoying thing of playing a song over and over again. So, now that they're on their way back home, I went onto YouTube and looked for "Falling Slowly" from the film Once.
The reason this hauntingly, beautiful song captured my imagination today is because I learnt this morning that it was up for an Oscar nomination. Having looked at the list of the other songs nominated, three of which are from Enchanted and co-written by the Disney powerhouse that is Alan Menkin, my feelings are that we can only be hopeful. I really feel, though, that there would be something wrong with the hearts of all the Academy voters if they didn't give the golden man to this gorgeous song.
We shall have to wait until Sunday night, I guess, though I suppose it will be the perfect thing to write about in my Monday Moan if it didn't win.
Laters.
Thursday 21 February 2008
Smile, please, Madge!
After my little moan on Monday about Lindsay Lohan, this little article in today's Times amused me greatly:
"A pensioner who found what he thought was a photograph of Marilyn Monroe posing nude as a hitchhiker – and was told by an expert on the star that it seemed authentic – has learnt that it was an image of the pop singer Madonna."
So Madonna posed for nude photos, pretending to be a hitchiker? Oooookay, the problems of this little nugget of information are too vast to go into properly now.
Why is it these days that to become really famous - and I mean, really famous - there has to be some sort of scandal surrounding an artist? Then the focus isn't on their work any more, but on them. I think that must have been the problem with Marilyn, the studios were too focussed on her, not on her abiltiies as an actress. I guess this problem has been around for a very long time, though possibly interesting to see it had the opposite effect at the time for Fatty Arbuckle.
But look at Amy Winehouse. She has unfortunately become a classic example. She's a brilliant artist, very gifted songwriter, unique and original in a music world largely dominated these days by computors. Yet she didn't get to be really famous until her drug habit came to the front pages. Nothing to do with her music. Same with Britney; though, honestly, her music has pretty much gone down hill. It would also explain why Cheryl Cole is probably the most famous member of Girls Aloud, with the trials and tribulations of being married to Ashley.
The death knell of this, the absolute bottom, would be if people remember Sir Paul McCartney more for the messy divorce he's currently going through, and not for his years and years of brilliant, brilliant music. Then, I say, we're all doomed.
Laters.
"A pensioner who found what he thought was a photograph of Marilyn Monroe posing nude as a hitchhiker – and was told by an expert on the star that it seemed authentic – has learnt that it was an image of the pop singer Madonna."
So Madonna posed for nude photos, pretending to be a hitchiker? Oooookay, the problems of this little nugget of information are too vast to go into properly now.
Why is it these days that to become really famous - and I mean, really famous - there has to be some sort of scandal surrounding an artist? Then the focus isn't on their work any more, but on them. I think that must have been the problem with Marilyn, the studios were too focussed on her, not on her abiltiies as an actress. I guess this problem has been around for a very long time, though possibly interesting to see it had the opposite effect at the time for Fatty Arbuckle.
But look at Amy Winehouse. She has unfortunately become a classic example. She's a brilliant artist, very gifted songwriter, unique and original in a music world largely dominated these days by computors. Yet she didn't get to be really famous until her drug habit came to the front pages. Nothing to do with her music. Same with Britney; though, honestly, her music has pretty much gone down hill. It would also explain why Cheryl Cole is probably the most famous member of Girls Aloud, with the trials and tribulations of being married to Ashley.
The death knell of this, the absolute bottom, would be if people remember Sir Paul McCartney more for the messy divorce he's currently going through, and not for his years and years of brilliant, brilliant music. Then, I say, we're all doomed.
Laters.
Wednesday 20 February 2008
I Am Ready, I Am Ready For A Fall
The latest tune to really get me dancing and singing absent mindedly is by a group named Hot Chip. Ready For The Floor is perhaps a little difficult to place in any particular music genre. It starts off as quite techno dance like, but then there's a lot of pop in it. Finally there's perhaps a little bit of Radiohead-esque madness to the lyrics and cut-and-paste elements of the backing track.
Music these days seems to be very much about cut-and-paste. The new number one over here in Blighty is by a wonderful new artist called Duffy. Mercy has that kind of feel to it, where all the artist has done is taken 21st century lyrics, opinions and moods and stuck them on top of music from the early 60s.
Is this a good thing? I'm not really too sure at the mo, but I think it was all kick started by that Winehouse girl. To be honest, anything's better than Basshunter, which was number one for sooooo many weeks - well it seemed a long time, anyway. And at least these artists are doing something original with the lyrics, unlike certain Irish boy bands who just do cover after cover after cover after cover after...
Laters.
Music these days seems to be very much about cut-and-paste. The new number one over here in Blighty is by a wonderful new artist called Duffy. Mercy has that kind of feel to it, where all the artist has done is taken 21st century lyrics, opinions and moods and stuck them on top of music from the early 60s.
Is this a good thing? I'm not really too sure at the mo, but I think it was all kick started by that Winehouse girl. To be honest, anything's better than Basshunter, which was number one for sooooo many weeks - well it seemed a long time, anyway. And at least these artists are doing something original with the lyrics, unlike certain Irish boy bands who just do cover after cover after cover after cover after...
Laters.
Tuesday 19 February 2008
A Mistake, Surely?
Okay, so decided to buy the Total Film 100 Greatest Film Characters Of All Time special, only available in WH Smiths, which is always the case for these things - why, I dunno - and eagerly flipped forward to the number one spot. It has to be Bond, I thought to myself. Or maybe it's Indiana Jones. Or maybe, just maybe, it's someone like Atticus Finch, played by Gregory Peck in To Kill A Mocking Bird (1962). But no. Number one, the greatest film character of all times, as voted for by the readers of Total Film - a group of which I am a member so no funny ideas please - the top dog in the list was...
Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates Of The Carribean trilogy.
Ooooooookay.
One question springs to mind, really, erm, WHY? Look, unlike famous film critic Mark Kermode (what, you've never heard of him?) I like Captain Jack. Johnny Depp is one of the greatest, most versatile actors in the world today and the character is a very funny, at times quite mysterious, but always mischevous work of fiction. But the number one film character of all time? Surely not!
As a Bond fan (and the Bond Fanatic on the IMDB) of course I'm rooting for Bond, but there are so many, many other better film characters in the cellulouid world that deserve that top spot. What about Finch and his continuing struggle for justice for all? What about Batman? What about Hannibal Lecter, Veto Corleone, Oskar Schindler, Rick Blaine? What about Mia Wallace, Nurse Ratched, Princess Leia? What about nearly every role played by Daniel Day-Lewis? Or okay, go for Depp, but what about Edward Scissorhands or Ed Wood or Donnie Brasco?
I guess my pleas are in vain, though, especially since the bloody things been printed already. Roll on next year, I say, roll on the next list. Captain Jack's all very well and good but unless he's not looking for some rum he's just not Hollywood Walk of Stars if you know what I mean.
Laters.
Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates Of The Carribean trilogy.
Ooooooookay.
One question springs to mind, really, erm, WHY? Look, unlike famous film critic Mark Kermode (what, you've never heard of him?) I like Captain Jack. Johnny Depp is one of the greatest, most versatile actors in the world today and the character is a very funny, at times quite mysterious, but always mischevous work of fiction. But the number one film character of all time? Surely not!
As a Bond fan (and the Bond Fanatic on the IMDB) of course I'm rooting for Bond, but there are so many, many other better film characters in the cellulouid world that deserve that top spot. What about Finch and his continuing struggle for justice for all? What about Batman? What about Hannibal Lecter, Veto Corleone, Oskar Schindler, Rick Blaine? What about Mia Wallace, Nurse Ratched, Princess Leia? What about nearly every role played by Daniel Day-Lewis? Or okay, go for Depp, but what about Edward Scissorhands or Ed Wood or Donnie Brasco?
I guess my pleas are in vain, though, especially since the bloody things been printed already. Roll on next year, I say, roll on the next list. Captain Jack's all very well and good but unless he's not looking for some rum he's just not Hollywood Walk of Stars if you know what I mean.
Laters.
Monday 18 February 2008
Put Them Away, Lindsay
To start off today, I want to quote the always excellent Peter Griffin:
"You know what really grinds my gears? This Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay Lohan with all those little outfits, jumping around there on stage, half-naked with your little outfits. Ya know? You're a... You're out there jumping around and I'm just sitting here with my beer. So, what am I supposed to do? What you want? You know, are we gonna go out? Is that what you're trying to - why why are you leaping around there, throwing those things all up in my, over there in my face? What do you want, Lindsay? Tell me what you want? Well, I'll tell you what you want, you want nothing. You want nothing. All right? Because we all know that no woman anywhere wants to have sex with anyone, and to titillate us with any thoughts otherwise is - is just bogus. "
Okay, so I'm not going to comment on all of what Peter has just said, but the gist of it is fairly accurate in my opinion. Basically, Lindsay Lohan annoys me. Out of all the attention-seeking, media-hungry, headline-invading "Hollywood Princesses" that there are (and there's a few of them!), Lohan annoys me the most.
Part of this annoyance must be due to the fact that I didn't find her annoying two or three years ago. This is because she was making what I think is known in the Industry as GOOD movies - Freaky Friday (2003), Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen and Mean Girls (2004). Out of these three the best is Mean Girls - a savvy, intelligent high-school movie, something you don't see that often these days. And Lohan was very good in it; she wasn't brilliant, but she was very good.
So where has it all gone wrong, Lindsay, and why oh why oh why has it gone wrong? Her last film role was in I Know Who Killed Me (2007), a feature I don't think was even given the honour of a cinema release over here in Blighty, and which has earned her three Razzie nominations: two for worst actress and one for worst couple (apparently it's about twins or something, I don't know, I don't care).
And now, what's this I see? She has stripped nude to pose for New York Magazine - that's right, New York Magazine, not FHM or Maxim lads mags. It's all in tribute to Marilyn Monroe. Let me ask what might seem a stupid qustion, Lindsay: if you're posing for a tribute photoshoot of Marily Monroe, why are you doing it with no keks on? And honestly, can you really compete with the blonde bombshell to end all blonde bombshells? All About Eve (1950), Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), The Seven Year Itch (1955), Some Like It Hot (1959), The Misfits (1961) etc. Why not choose an image from one of these iconic films instead of just using Monroe as a flimsy excuse to get your bongo drums out?
Disturbingly, I suspect there can be comparisons drawn between Lindsay and Marilyn however. Thing is, Monroe's obvious talent, which is plain for all to see in The Misfits, was wasted by a 50's studio who were intent on using her blatantly obvious sex appeal to sell movie tickets to a lot of blokes. She kept being typecast in the same old roles - no argument that she was great in them, but she was typecast in them. Now look at Lindsay - her career started the same way, as happens with all teen stars. But now I feel Lindsay herself is using her own party girl lifestyle to get the work she wants to do, which is just as an excuse to stay a step ahead in the media circus from the other "Hollywood Princesses" like Britney and Paris.
There may, however, be one saving grace for Lindsay in my books. Down on my list of rental DVDs is Robert Altman's last picture, A Prairie Home Companion (2006), which Lindsay has a small role in. If she is good in this - and I'm not willing to accept anything other than Very Good - then I'll give her another chance. Until then, put some clothes on and go to acting school!
Laters.
"You know what really grinds my gears? This Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay Lohan with all those little outfits, jumping around there on stage, half-naked with your little outfits. Ya know? You're a... You're out there jumping around and I'm just sitting here with my beer. So, what am I supposed to do? What you want? You know, are we gonna go out? Is that what you're trying to - why why are you leaping around there, throwing those things all up in my, over there in my face? What do you want, Lindsay? Tell me what you want? Well, I'll tell you what you want, you want nothing. You want nothing. All right? Because we all know that no woman anywhere wants to have sex with anyone, and to titillate us with any thoughts otherwise is - is just bogus. "
Okay, so I'm not going to comment on all of what Peter has just said, but the gist of it is fairly accurate in my opinion. Basically, Lindsay Lohan annoys me. Out of all the attention-seeking, media-hungry, headline-invading "Hollywood Princesses" that there are (and there's a few of them!), Lohan annoys me the most.
Part of this annoyance must be due to the fact that I didn't find her annoying two or three years ago. This is because she was making what I think is known in the Industry as GOOD movies - Freaky Friday (2003), Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen and Mean Girls (2004). Out of these three the best is Mean Girls - a savvy, intelligent high-school movie, something you don't see that often these days. And Lohan was very good in it; she wasn't brilliant, but she was very good.
So where has it all gone wrong, Lindsay, and why oh why oh why has it gone wrong? Her last film role was in I Know Who Killed Me (2007), a feature I don't think was even given the honour of a cinema release over here in Blighty, and which has earned her three Razzie nominations: two for worst actress and one for worst couple (apparently it's about twins or something, I don't know, I don't care).
And now, what's this I see? She has stripped nude to pose for New York Magazine - that's right, New York Magazine, not FHM or Maxim lads mags. It's all in tribute to Marilyn Monroe. Let me ask what might seem a stupid qustion, Lindsay: if you're posing for a tribute photoshoot of Marily Monroe, why are you doing it with no keks on? And honestly, can you really compete with the blonde bombshell to end all blonde bombshells? All About Eve (1950), Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), The Seven Year Itch (1955), Some Like It Hot (1959), The Misfits (1961) etc. Why not choose an image from one of these iconic films instead of just using Monroe as a flimsy excuse to get your bongo drums out?
Disturbingly, I suspect there can be comparisons drawn between Lindsay and Marilyn however. Thing is, Monroe's obvious talent, which is plain for all to see in The Misfits, was wasted by a 50's studio who were intent on using her blatantly obvious sex appeal to sell movie tickets to a lot of blokes. She kept being typecast in the same old roles - no argument that she was great in them, but she was typecast in them. Now look at Lindsay - her career started the same way, as happens with all teen stars. But now I feel Lindsay herself is using her own party girl lifestyle to get the work she wants to do, which is just as an excuse to stay a step ahead in the media circus from the other "Hollywood Princesses" like Britney and Paris.
There may, however, be one saving grace for Lindsay in my books. Down on my list of rental DVDs is Robert Altman's last picture, A Prairie Home Companion (2006), which Lindsay has a small role in. If she is good in this - and I'm not willing to accept anything other than Very Good - then I'll give her another chance. Until then, put some clothes on and go to acting school!
Laters.
Thursday 14 February 2008
Several Musings
Okay, so writing the hundreth blog entry got me a little excited and I had to lie down for about two days, but I'm up and about now, and so much has happened over the last couple of days that I want to quickly mention.
Firstly, was very sorry to hear of the death of Roy Scheider. I wasn't a big viewer of his work, but the films I have seen that he was in - Jaws and All that Jazz - will definitly stand the test of time. Jaws is an obvious choice, I suppose, but All That Jazz is probably one of my top ten films. It's a dark, seedy look at showbuisness and its trappings, and is an absolute must for any musical fans, or anyone who doesn't like musicals as a matter of fact. Scheider sings in this, too, and is quite good. He should have won an Oscar for this - he was nominated, but he lost to Dustin Hoffman in Kramer vs Kramer, which I suppose is fairly typical of the Oscars in general.
Secondly, was surprised to hear that Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne are hosting this years BRIT Awards next Wedensday. Surely they're mumbling is going to be a little off putting to any international viewers?
Thirdly, am very excited about this, the new trailer for the new Indiana Jones movie, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (I know - huh?) is now online. Here's a link for it, seeing as how I'm such a nice blogger.
Okay, is that all? I think so. To sum it up then - Bye Bye Scheider, Subtitles Please For Next Wedensday, and (all together now) Dum-Da-Dum-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum-Dum-Dum...
Laters.
Firstly, was very sorry to hear of the death of Roy Scheider. I wasn't a big viewer of his work, but the films I have seen that he was in - Jaws and All that Jazz - will definitly stand the test of time. Jaws is an obvious choice, I suppose, but All That Jazz is probably one of my top ten films. It's a dark, seedy look at showbuisness and its trappings, and is an absolute must for any musical fans, or anyone who doesn't like musicals as a matter of fact. Scheider sings in this, too, and is quite good. He should have won an Oscar for this - he was nominated, but he lost to Dustin Hoffman in Kramer vs Kramer, which I suppose is fairly typical of the Oscars in general.
Secondly, was surprised to hear that Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne are hosting this years BRIT Awards next Wedensday. Surely they're mumbling is going to be a little off putting to any international viewers?
Thirdly, am very excited about this, the new trailer for the new Indiana Jones movie, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (I know - huh?) is now online. Here's a link for it, seeing as how I'm such a nice blogger.
Okay, is that all? I think so. To sum it up then - Bye Bye Scheider, Subtitles Please For Next Wedensday, and (all together now) Dum-Da-Dum-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum-Dum, Dum-Da-Dum-Dum-Dum...
Laters.
Monday 11 February 2008
A Tiny, Meaningless Celebration
Just thought that I had to write something, because that way I could proudly say that I have now written 100 Blog Entries. Woo hoo!
Seriously, is this anything to be proud of? Those of you who are "avid readers" will know that I mainly use this blog as a form of stress relief when I'm aggravated about something. Is it really that interesting to read someone's rant? It doesn't seem it when I read back what I've written, especially seeing as how, on these damn library keyboards, I type so fast that I occasionally miss out a letter in a word, and so have to go all the way through it to make sure I've spealt it all right, and even then, when its published, I still find the odd wrong word, which annoys me even more. Whats up with that?
Still, it is kind of fun to have a little piece of the World Wide Web that is MINE, ALL MINE, and they can't take that away from me. Unless I ever write somthing that goes against the contract you have to sign (or click your mouse in the box to tick it in this case) to be able to write anything.
Not that I exactly know what it is I can't write, because, honestly, who actually reads that rubbish? Don't we all just read the first sentence and think Yeah, yeah before automatically ticking the box without reading it all. I'm not saying I do that with every single contract I have to sign - that would be both wrong and stupid. But here there desn't seem much point in wasting time reading when I could be ranting.
All I can do is guess at what I can't write about - I can't write fundamentalist, religious rubbish, I suppose, or anything that could be classed as terrorism or indecent. Though in the latter's case, I call to the witness stand Belle De Jour and her late blog, Secret Diary Of A Call Girl. I rest my case.
Ah, well. Here's to the next hundred blogs!
Laters.
Seriously, is this anything to be proud of? Those of you who are "avid readers" will know that I mainly use this blog as a form of stress relief when I'm aggravated about something. Is it really that interesting to read someone's rant? It doesn't seem it when I read back what I've written, especially seeing as how, on these damn library keyboards, I type so fast that I occasionally miss out a letter in a word, and so have to go all the way through it to make sure I've spealt it all right, and even then, when its published, I still find the odd wrong word, which annoys me even more. Whats up with that?
Still, it is kind of fun to have a little piece of the World Wide Web that is MINE, ALL MINE, and they can't take that away from me. Unless I ever write somthing that goes against the contract you have to sign (or click your mouse in the box to tick it in this case) to be able to write anything.
Not that I exactly know what it is I can't write, because, honestly, who actually reads that rubbish? Don't we all just read the first sentence and think Yeah, yeah before automatically ticking the box without reading it all. I'm not saying I do that with every single contract I have to sign - that would be both wrong and stupid. But here there desn't seem much point in wasting time reading when I could be ranting.
All I can do is guess at what I can't write about - I can't write fundamentalist, religious rubbish, I suppose, or anything that could be classed as terrorism or indecent. Though in the latter's case, I call to the witness stand Belle De Jour and her late blog, Secret Diary Of A Call Girl. I rest my case.
Ah, well. Here's to the next hundred blogs!
Laters.
Friday 1 February 2008
This Week I Have Been Mostly...
- Writing my dissertation - I had to hand in about 2500 words of the bloody thing by the end of this week. Thankfully, I now have a clear idea of what to write, and was able, after a lot of brain stretching, to hand in what I've written so far to my FYP tutor on Wedensday. Then collapsed.
- Rehearsing for Alpha Launch - yes, once again the Alpha Course has started here at the University of Winchester, and to celebrate we once again had an open mike night. What amazes me, and I know it shouldn't but it always does, is how much talent there is within these campus walls. I sang a couple of songs, but there were some amazing performances from others, including what can only be described as some "politically interesting" songs. Though I won't be taking part physically in the course this term, having done four of them already, I am going to get my hands dirty and help with the washing up. Fun, fun, fun!
- Reading books - have had to order a lot of books for this term, most of which are detective novels, which are aways good fun to read, though how much fun they'll be after doing modules on both English and American Crime Fiction respectively, we'll have to wait and see.
Laters.
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