The monitor is laughing at the massive headaches it seems to be a sly part of. The glare off the screen is wickedly contemplating a manoeuvre in cahoots with the stale rechurned air that others call heated. The carpet is trying to make use of the boots. The forehead feels overwhemingly attracted to the hard, hard surface of the oily desk. This is the result of a realisation and contemplation of defeat yet again.
Saturday, 29 June 2002
The first viewing was marred by the fact that the reel of film either took a swig of highly concentrated cleaning fluid when it wasn’t supposed to or played victim to a gremlin looking to reclaim the light. The five minutes that it did manage to keeps its head clear and free from the images of death held interesting. So interesting that finding out what happened after the seventh minute proves too hard to ignore. A week since the incident left the screen all blank and silent it appeared again. Making sure the previous experience of watching those first minutes didn't double up the second viewing commenced at about the same time the first chose to leave the world.
Like any other movie of science fiction of a slightly dystopic nature, the film sported the usual blue hue tinge mixed with the general granite feel to almost all of the surfaces. What seemed like an illusion at first soon turned out to be fact as the rest of the audience were well above the age of fresh faces being the norm. A movie where the poster features Tom Cruise in profile is a good film to watch. Mission: Impossible being the last one. The film ends on the usual exoneration of the title character and a homely cottage by the seaside.
Overall the film proved to be a well balanced mix of action in a whodunnit twisted slightly for sci-fi.
Saturday, 29 June 2002
Instead of studying furiously like a beaver running away from a drunken platypus, time was instead spent reading up on some comics laying on the table in bags. Things seemed to start off on the right note until music of a lyrical nature played in the classical station. Sitting down to write like a madman all the relevant knowledge of the past few months. Every minute or so the entire arm would just cramp up. The palms would not stop sweating, and the desire to just stand up and remove the batteries from the clock on the wall was crippling. A couple of hours after the ordeal and a fellow runs past after waking up late and realising the date.
Oh the hilarity.
Hungry.
Friday, 28 June 2002
Everything was set. The ticket was purchased to an otherwise poor choice of cinema numbering, the thickness of the seats felt warm, the lights were out and the wood partition was clearly visible being only a few metre away in supposed darkness.
One of the precogs whispered "murder" before going back to breathing underwater. A pair of wooden balls rolled along a track like that of Powerball or the Nikki Visser OzLotto. Some slick dude from somewhere came in, Anderton almost shook Bullseye's hand when he remembered about the task of "scrubbing."
Forward a second, back a second, the wrist was turning back and forth. Then, like a cut from Gremlins 2, the film was pierced off-centre and then a few more holes started to appear. More and more and the holes grew larger, until... white.
Nothing on the screen.
Just blank.
The film must've been caught out and toasted. There's a reel for the scavengers. Ten minutes? Thirty? It was getting good. Everyone just sat there waiting. Then these kids, could not have been out of high school, rocked in all loud and stupid—as is the norm for those under the rating suggestion—and along with the rest of those actually there to see some nice sci-fi, a pass for a session at some later date.
Scooby-Doo was playing a door down, to sneak in would have been easy. Chose instead to balk at the prices for the action figures for Spider-Man.
Monday, 24 June 2002
Water wrapped in a green-skinned death-suit missed its target by one step. Whether the intended victim was too fast or too slow was hard to say; it was all over in a splash. The death mark left in the wake of the water told of the assailant's position. Back and to the left. If it happens again it wouldn't be totally out of the question to scale the balconies and deliver the rebuttal with an almighty force. That's the fun in hitting someone you don't know, the anonymity of it all.
Tuesday, 18 June 2002
Just before nodding off at around 0530 a rooster was heard doodling in the not-so-far distance. Shortly after that little beacon of time the rest of the members were up and about on their noisy way. Didn't rejoin the realm of the awake until 1400 that very day. The entire body really doesn't want any clue on the effects of nocturnal habits forced upon what is supposed to be a diurnal creature. For the past few nights the opportunistic norm was that of a 0400 knock-off time. Sitting there, not really bothered by the garbage trucks in the wee hours of the morning making their way through the streets of the neighbourhood. The worst part would have to be waiting for the headaches to come smashing their way through on the nerve endings. Pain should show some relieft at times, its a killer otherwise.
Saturday, 15 June 2002
Featuring in an Eastern coastal satirical newspaper is some fourth kind of funny. This definitely beats being in something like the Daily Telegraph with a photo. A caption for the readers to laugh at, that's BOSS!
Wednesday, 12 June 2002
It was a few years back when the metallic looking logo for the Spider-Man movie started popping up. It was good to see that the logo was alive in the opening titles for the movie, after of course the cool comicbook flicker of MARVEL.
As one of the "die-hard" Spider-Man fans out to nitpick the details to death, it was extremely worth the expense of having to sit in a cinema with an 4 to 7 year-old constantly talking all the way through the movie.
The movie was just like reading a Spider-Man comicbook in full motion, but it wasn't like watching an episode of Wonder Woman.
The most surreal aspect of the entire movie was the costume itself. Such detail and faithfullness, unlike a rubber-suited Spawn who is supposed to be made of maggots and grubs. A few people in the "no-brainer" clique existent only in disconnection dismissed it as something that needed more action. Obviously the no-brains play heavy on their set. The organic webshooters were a kick in the teeth but that was okay, everything else made up for it.
Just to nitpick: Mary-Jane lived with her Aunt Anna and in the house on the otherside of Peter's. Flash is a blonde. Robbie is thinner. Gwen died at the bridge. Miguel O'Hara has the finger-tip protrusions...
But damn it is fine. Must watch it again. In the World Unity Festival scene there appears to be what looks like a cowering Stan Lee under falling rocks.
When the credits were just about to roll the floodlights come on with full force. After the eyes readjusted following the onslaught the credits read "Punk Rock Girl - Lucy Lawless," but it could have been chick. The only detracting thing was the over abundance of under M rating kids. Inconsiderate parents.
Monday, 10 June 2002
Choosing to open an HSBC account some time real soon? Enter "emailcash" in the promotion code box for a supposed extra $AUD30 to the starting account. Sounds nice, except for the $2000 minimum. Wishful thinking.
Saturday, 8 June 2002
In three times during the last week, bootlegs of Spider-Man have been proffered. All have been promptly and politely turned down. Only after a few screenings in the cinemas, then will the bootlegs be caught up with. It's the way to experience the slinger.
Thursday, 6 June 2002
A critical misjudgement of the dimensions in 3D sent massive amounts of blood pooling at the tip of the left knee. The walls never spun around faster in their existence. They also looked as if they were starting to pick a fight. After a good ten minutes of wondering where the bumblebee flies to during the waxing of its hive, the blood slowly returned to that commander of all, the brain. Unable to walk without seriously testing out the limits of pain and the joys that come from nearly shattering the left patella it felt like the right time to eat.
Earlier that hour there was a badly kept monitor keeping ground on the floor. Trying to make a pass over/across/aside the monitor would have been easy. What wasn't accounted for was the utter lack of depth perception. Instead of lifting the knee some few seconds in front and ahead it was rammed straight into the corner of the plastic shielding. Imagine the pain from cracking bone or snapping a muscle. Take that pain and step it back just a little, just before the stress corrupts the profanity-free air. That is a most wonderful feeling.
So close and yet still able to walk around with a nearly unnoticable limp. The bruise is a real shiner. The wall just moved again.
Thursday, 6 June 2002
The Miss Universe contest for 2002 shown last night was pretty easy to watch having it follow Mission: Impossible minutes before. Out of nowhere in a throng of swinsuit/bikini clad women there is a blonde supposedly from Australia. There was certainty inside this skull that the Miss Australia contest, nothing more than charity-related, was long gone. And yet here is this person from the island continent standing shoulder to shoulder with Daisy Fuentes and some other sashsay wearing beauty.
The last question of the night was selected from Sydney, Australia. "What makes you blush?" Score big for the Russian who answered "When I say something wrong," making the bearded interpreter work for his money. Didn't seem to be wrong there with the clincher and pearly crowned the winner under the tiara.
Tuesday, 4 June 2002
Sitting next to some sand on a train is a sure sign of one thing; there is a vomit stain being covered up. The acrid and pungent smell, like a fat person sitting atop the face, was also a giveaway to the fact. Another pointer was that everyone else was on the otherside of the car, a stench on one side would still affect the other. Sand sticking to the side of the glass is also a good indicator.
Whales are having a time along the East Coast of Australia. Some loon freezing on the beach of Bondi reported seeing such a spectacle. Even hearing it second hand is making the chill unbearable.
Tuesday, 4 June 2002
On the off-chance that they'd alter the design ever so slightly a little bitty splash on a competition on a selection of some CDs was spotted. After a few seconds, a detail or two, some days of unknowing wait, and the prize fell in sight of the eyes.
The Amazing Race was a great show when it was on when it was supposed to be on. When the show was pre-empted/shunted due to the soccer, it started to slip. A month or more back and when tripping across the CBS site half of the second Race was detailed. Way out and the little tag line mentions the bit about "may even come to Australia." Of course it does. It hits Sydney at least; to the world that is Australia and kangaroos carrying koalas in their pouches.
Saturday, 1 June 2002
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