Ever since the arrival of the new mattress, the slats on the unused bunk bed above have felt that much closer. Waking up a pensioner on this day revealed just how close the wooden support planks really are. On previous occasions the slight shaving by of the fringe barely registered. But a head full of sleep moved down to the other end left two slight gashes into the two outer fingers of the left hand. Wrought into a fist of comicbook proportions the line is straight and true. Left to admire like a new engagement ring, they're parallel, like the wooden slats which caused the inkling bleeders.
Thursday, 31 July 2003
Rain, rain and more rain in this thriller of a preview screening shorter than that of Terminator 3 and longer than the train ride to get there. For the movie was pretty nice in atmosphere and a crowd of "hipsters" wanted to look as much and nervously broke out into laughter after being caught in the view of surprise. It played well enough for something that looked like the film was starting to give. Pity the folk in the same complex having to endure View From Atop.
Wednesday, 30 July 2003
From the outset, Fables felt like a better read as a trade paperback, a collection of the serials for one hefty sitting. This means that instead of handing over incremental small notes for a monthly fix, the wait is endured and hit with a whopping of the red and blue Australian notes. $30 in all with some change leftover.
Time in the City often feels wasted, so time in both city comic stores is what's needed to subdue the hurt of boredom and lack of interest.
On one of the shelves at the Kings store, the new collection of Fables: Animal Farm. For the instant that a train ticket had already been purchased, it was only one dollar cheaper than ordering it and waiting for it a couple of weeks later at The Comic Shop.
While the purchase was being finalised a question on the idiocy of placing the security tag sticker arose. "Do you have a problem?" asked the man named Darren. Butted right up beyond flush mode next to the spine inside the backcover, a glaring white patch.
"We suggest you don't remove it, even if you have bought it." The interrogation over the ruinous artefact was left with a feeling of disappointment. An accusation of shoplifting was cast but failed to even reel back. The rod was already being used as a spear.
As their repositioning of such a defacement is unlikely so is a return visit without malice.
Saturday, 26 July 2003
Late night television now feels even more detached than it did at the start of the year. But that period had Curb Your Enthusiasm, Dead Last and maybe even Freaky Links to lift things up. So on a Wednesday night, a show about the first Monday in October when the Supreme Court finally kicks into gear and does some pondering and prancing about the hallowed marble.
The opening bills James Garner as the Chief Justice, so the "mysteriously" shot hand shake with the newcomer, Novelli, makes no impact other than droll.
The first central case was that of a death row inmate by the name of Moses who gets struck by lightning but fails to die by the hand of God. Moses the security guard was in the cell just at the point of enlightenment. A stay of execution is sought by two thirds of the crew of Justice newboy, his name is Joseph.
Somehow a want to an attempt to awake early the following morning left things a little after a transvestite screwing over transsexuals. And the Moses case getting closer to zap time.
Friday, 25 July 2003
Following the hard fall into a metre deep drain from nowhere but under, the blood looked to have settled on the knee. It was starting to make a move into the black, all from lack of attention and a hard pressing. Taking a soft-edged keyring ornament did a blaze of shooting pain and in a typical form, pleasure. The skin around the knee was massively massaged and rubbed down harder than a gull coming up from an oil bath. Only a minute or so later, the purple hue was dissipating and ran into a pinkish tone. The blood was charged to move on and on it did move.
Tuesday, 22 July 2003
Finally, after a long haul of eight months, the "outside outfit" has taken to swimming in detergent and water round and round in a cycle of cold spin. The jeans started off matte beige and just before taking the plunge sported something like a dull shine and a tinge of dirt. The fall into the drain the other day did not help things. It didn't have a funk to it, not even a smell, it just fell into the washing machine.
Saturday, 19 July 2003
All of a sudden, taking a walk over a grate no longer seems like a thing to do. Not since seeing the comics bought (Amazing Spider-Man #54, Ultimate Spider-Man #43 and Spectacular Spider-Man #1) fly right out and land a foot in front on the dirty, dirty ground of the carpark. The ground behind just gave way and in return it shoved a hard pain in the left knee. The patella felt broken or at least shattered. Good thing it wasn't. Getting out of the drain in a half-split fashion was hard enough without being immobile.
The Levi's were solid and the blood hid under the jeans, just nothing more than an entire body numbing experience. Here's hoping it really didn't shatter. That would hurt even more. Last time a grate with a huge drop is taken to. The limping and the popping home was murder.
Thursday, 17 July 2003
Most of the people at the preview screening seemed to have won their tickets from Nova. Bianca Dye was carried on shoulders by two burly blokes, one tried to give the line "I'll be back" but was flat and weak. Popcorn was free and all over the seats. The movie still had the trailers and had two of them.
The make up on Nick Stahl was pretty shoddy yet the rest of the effects of the film was pretty good. There was much laughter in the theatre and perhaps the dialogue was that self-referential and knew about itself, but it still felt weird listening to all that laughing.
For some reason a few things just stuck out as odd, like the hairstyle of the TX and then the blast door thing with the two arms there son. Watching it in parts was like a chase scene extended, but the extension went on and it was pretty much the entire movie.
Toward the end, tension in the viewing, like The Matrix, but once and the palms were heavily sweaty. It's a pretty decent effort given all the supposed pressure for Terminator 3 to do something along the lines of the previous two. At least the continuity of it all was pretty much preserved for the next instalment.
Wednesday, 16 July 2003
Bert Newton grimaces and bears through the ordeal of what the other 70% of Good Morning Australia happens to fill. Flogging the new messaging system for Australia's monopoly board owners, Telstra. The flyer sent out to most homes was the kind of thing that warns people of the encroaching pizza sales in the area. Initially, and perhaps ultimately, the home messaging is simple, bare and not the thing for businesses, impersonal. Residential could be the test run before they start adding a feature to the free service and start charging the businesses they warn against relying on it.
72 hours is the time between first clicking it on and having it run. The dial tone ended up stuttering after a rather lengthy session. A message was waiting in the banks. Records the day and time, not bad, but the message was near pointless.
Tuesday, 15 July 2003
So the night time screams aren't of the birds succumbing to the feral cats, but rather the bats biting each other. At least that's the best attachment to the sounds.
Saturday, 12 July 2003
Festering. Sucking. Distracted and deleted.
All because the computer thought a vital file was infected and removed it to cripple the system. Damn, that was anything but funny. What was fun was trying to wormhole around the problem by right clicking.
Friday, 11 July 2003
Wouldn't it be nice if the world were Cadbury?
Riding in the car would be a tasty treat.
Changing gears would soon become a problem
Cadbury dairy milk is so good to eat
When you arrive at your destination,
You'll be greeted with an exclamation!
As far as it sounds, this is pretty much what the lyrics are harping/humming. The commercial screens with a family riding irresponsibly through a country-side in an all chocolate car. For some reason the end—the exclamation—zooms in on a cow. Udder perhaps?
Tuesday, 8 July 2003
Law & Order: SVU ended in the usual manner and yet resounded with a nightmarish wake up. One that wasn't even really started. What was with the scarf if there was nothing to hide? Or perhaps this was some crafty work for a role. But the credits and a swank of a hilary kind leads to great acting.
Saturday, 5 July 2003
This would have been a fun film to watch. Alas, the fear of impacting sound from the cinemas in a smaller than large theatre knows a hindrance. The girl at the counter has had to deal with revealing exactly which theatre the films were screening in. Suspicion is given to the fact that now it might seem as though she could be faking the numbers given. A 5 or 6 as opposed to a wanted 11 or 12 means this sequel might have to go unwatched using a ticket discounter.
Saturday, 5 July 2003
After waiting a week for the new fridge to be turned on, it was. And to this, the sounds of sleep now know the constant hum of the cooling fan that chooses only to take a break every hour and for only twenty minutes at a time. Almost as bad as sleeping with the lights all on and waking up in total darkness. But in essence, that's the life of someone who doesn't spend more than a day a week outside of the house.
Friday, 4 July 2003
Back again for another late Sunday night, The Twilight Zone. In the first tale, "Time Lapse," Ethan Embry gets blackouts and finds himself all over the place with a gun in his hands. Looked a whole lot more fitter and slimmer than he bloated out to in that Freaky Links. Then Portia De Rossi puts on her slain husband's spectacles in "Dead Man's Eyes" and gets some serious headaches while watching the final hours of his life.
Forest Whitaker pops up like the host he is and mentions that only tales and lessons like these can be learnt, in The Twilight Zone. The bigger the headache, the more circular the tale/lesson.
Tuesday, 1 July 2003
Elemunk scrambles the loose connections bouncing about the mind of Soon Van.
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