Thursday, August 31, 2006
A Boy In A Bush
Starting out rather well, in the tone that befits the closeness of it all, Bones leads in a scene of hope where tech capabilities don't quite match up to current fiction standards.
Pixellation is rampant on the first run through of a surveillance image. All attempts to clear up the normal scope failing along with the team's ability to compose themselves in the face of the forensic puzzle before them. Dimensions and limitations of the source image sit pretty in an explanation that makes the mind race with the optimism of failure.
Emotions flood in trickling rivulets, teary of character in writing. Iron logic melts away to reveal hearts and a quivering sense of right in the face of utter and questionable inhumanity. Closing it out, the technology gathers the steam it needs and out of nowhere, renders a faint reflection into crystal clarity.
Wonderful in heart, it's disappointing to know that not even the gasping squint of a blurry image is safe from not cracking the case.
Twenty cents to the US for stamps at thirty seven
"One moment please," repeats Lucinda at the Stamp Fulfillment centre of the US Postal Service. Questions and queries on the DC Comics Superheroes commemorative stamp collection sounding like a roundabout tale with no end in sight.
Twenty minutes on crossing time zones leaves no sigh of joy. Exasperation and defeat, however, manages to flow in finding out the abomination resulting from a time poor nation. One rendering the old classic of gum-based backed stamps fewer and fewer in number with each new release of a first day of issue.
Reference numbers, a catalogue only on one side of the conversation leads to certain periods of quiet on both sides. No amount of denial makes the end result any less favourable with the sadness sinking an eyeball into the socket.
For all her efforts, Lucinda never once loses her hold in the times of maddening clicks over the line nearly dropping the entire call.
Lickers and closet collectors of stamps are drinking from an ever evaporating splash pool trying to track down their own play at the stock. Finding a full sheet of legitimate stamps is damn hard.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
MOY 18: Outside inside on the underside
Trudging the absent mind underfoot, worlds of clay and rocks cover the carpet area beneath the desk. Shadows and a little rough wheeling only coming to light after stepping back and away from the radiation of the stare. Knowing nothing else for it, the deep dig crushes the bits into finer pieces of yellow dust.
Ticking away in the afternoon leaves no more to crumble. Spreading from two footprints, the mass of mess grows on each swing and swivel back to inspect the fibres of the floor's dermis. Heel tapping on the rhythm and bass of the stereo system dislodges tiny fragments more.
On a tight blue grey woven carpet, the bright ochre stubble stands out for whomever faces it next.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Real Stories
Deepness and eye shadow in the voice of Jennifer Adams spoons up the satire straight with the second episode of Real Stories appearing off the TV guide. Walking in late and half way through, the real stories rely heavy on keeping the joke up for more than five minutes. Stretch marks appear on some and on the whole, the face is wiping off some nasty sweat barely cleaving through. With writing to admire, laughter levels on the plane of most other satire. Smart, but not too rip roaring.
MOY 17: Rafting in whirlpools
Every chance to undermine is another chance to curdle milk in thick and heavy ways. When the best part of the day is walking around looking for an out, it's time to craft an exit strategy. One bold enough to split atoms, hairs and all sorts of denim push.
High time on the high tide coincides with the night slide. Of giving no slack despite the heavy wear and tear across the seat. Quicker than burning a toe over a grill, watching on from the edge brings about a smoother sail away from the jagged rocks of the shoreline.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Two Twisted - Development gone crazy
Fairly prominent in the first episode, talk of the development proposal sends the two into a chain of events that features on the floor of the second tale. Squinting for a second is too long away to catch the noted link between. A flyer or pamphlet about the impending as if both were written with each other in mind. Hard to do in a vacuum and without a clue, but nevertheless a nice join.
Von Stauffenberg's Stamp
Crackling record player in the background amid walls of vintage stamps and posters throws the time of this a few decades back. Another trick being the make up and styling of the wife of the barber. Sam Neil appreciates a classic stamp and eats its history with the vigour of devouring a nice slab of red meat. Complicity and the sheer underling nark of evil with good intentions twists the moral of the story to no end.A Date with Doctor D
Shiny under excessive layers of sweat one second and fairly dry the next, Alex Dimitriades slithers all over the studio apartment in what appears to be a cloudy back story flashing just before the eyes. Creatures of the mind and soul never quite as vague as this while still being as clear shot as anything else. Make up and wardrobe really work a call and hit twice with shocking microseconds. Neither or which end up in the final minutes of the reveal and resolution.Telescopic Newtown Chisel 1: Thai La-ong
No walk away feat in buying a ticket to Macdonaldtown. Shrinking tall man behind the window refusing to adjust his screen after previously selling one to the city. Either and all the same is his reassurance, and nothing with not wanting to hit more than one button in two transactions.
Weeks into the remote control of the new charge and one week before their jet set, an open door refreshes the mind of faces and outlines. Catching the killing as it were and with the starving rumble in the stomach, a lunch time raid of King Street, Newtown.
Thick with Thai restaurants along the main, the lunch hour is heavy and empty tables are a little walk all the way up the other end. Northbound, or at least far from the Enmore crossroad and into Thai La-Ong Take Away.
Only six dollars across, a random hit off the menu plates up sweet and sour stir fry under the heading of Pad Preow Wan. Slashes of pork about the large serving with an inverted bowl of rice on half doesn't last long. Crave at the taste immense and the ease at eating with the left hand is remarkably inconspicuous from behind a fork.
Doors on one side make the passers-by fiddle with the knob as the people inside gesture toward the other. On leaving, the floor stands with the "slippery when wet" sign posting fresh on the tile floor. Treads on the boots squelching a mute squeak.
One chair remains untaken after paying the cheap bill. Beating the rush by minutes adds to the oddity of lunch.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
BTC 20: Winding up and down with clowns in town
Eighteen into nine with a dash of seven hours makes for twitchy eyes and wobbly knees waiting on the train station home. Movement and the phoenix reborn done and forever no more, a class task breaking no one save for their ability to render whole a week of slumber.
All hands to the bridge
Quiet on the range and quiet on the counterside leads into furry shifts of comics and action figures and merchandise. Levels, shelves, sections and compartments looking for order with chaos bearing down on its back. Late night turns midnight with the blaring of acid and house music over the radio.Sinking in the mire, a little pep breathes the final rush into the head long spear with classical and opera waving the air. Activities of an obscenely early morning four of the clock renders any chance to knock the pillow on contact a trial of terror.
On the battlefield proper
Mere hours later, wired from the hustle, the hectic rush and onslaught of lines and pockets of people rolling in through the doors. Breaks the face without a chance to skitter behind the mask of identity.Sneaking into the afternoon is time with a clue to suit up once again long into the rest of the night. Running around in super hero costumes is one thing. Sharing advice, pointers and tips in wearing the muscles another level entirely.
Cooling with the easing breeze
Saturday gone and the flow trickles back to a sense of Sunday calm. Up on the traffic nonetheless, the cover against opens the chance to once more bring back the face.
True to form of a mirror to the back, end game creeps mighty fast amid the conversations and closing remarks.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
David Tench Tonight
Watching and listening to the digitally generated host behind the table is like trying to figure out where to look when not to look. That awkward smelling moment when the lift has more than one person and several eyes darting back and forth from the floor, the door and the ceiling.
For the tweak of sound and the bevel of the enormous facials features, David Tench sounds and looks remarkably like a well served and hidden version of Tim Ferguson.
The deep lunges on certain parts of the sentence, the curvature of the delivery and nothing but the hair, ever fixed and extremely well maintained.
After Max Headroom and Space Ghost, it's just another physically non-existent host straddling heavy on the ability to ride naked under the human assumption.
Nelly Furtado, on this occasion at least, appears to be a lot less than of recent fare. Not cracking into constant laughter, though that still remains. She doesn't quite look like Nelly Furtado.
BTC 19: Execution from below the belt
Fairly narrow canvas of answering the phone allows for little room in personality defects and changes. At least wherein the script is of any concern.
Going nowhere off the line, the only real option is the fly up, up and away over the hold. To cast a shadow still within the boundaries and yet be railing off seemingly with no sense of deviation.
With each hit of the ring, that sinking feeling in the voice, drawing up from the knees to bring about the salutation and identification.
Fun is wherever it is. Making the rules play by the game is anything to everything in looking different without forsaking or folding one for another.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
MOY 16: Concentration
Snap quick is the walk about and around the city looking for a relatively cheap lunch and bottle of something. Water, fake tea, or even juice. Low price on the Coles Farmland Orange and Mango juice is hard to pass up. Cheaper than the others on the shelf and with a little calculation, the best by the count on millilitres.
Taste is rather strong. The sweetness of it all matching the viscosity of the flow. A spill onto the hands is rather gooey, but not too much to hit a stain on the all off-white outfit.
Three quarters down into the bottom of the bottle and it's only then that the words "Concentrate" read clear.
By mathematics, it's the entire RDI of certain vitamins in a few gulps.
Premiere of Clerks II at the State Theatre
Early is never early enough with a premiere in town and a wicked writer hitting the pavement of Sydney's city proper. Hitting the sushi place for a quick box is too early on the discounts. Too late, however, back at the line snaking and eating itself out at the State Theatre.
Slow movement stalls and moves quick again before standing still. In the dark alley on the side of the theatre, it's plain and clear to see the blackness of all the fans. Many of the blokes looking similar in girth, unshaven state and general doggedness.
Not easy in the State Theatre's seats. No room to fold over and under with people passing along the ranks. Cameras were out ready to shake it up with blurry photos of the stage in the distance and making wallpaper from the wallpaper. Dress circle tickets being the highest of the high. Third row for the general admission.
Applause rides in with Clerks II large on the screen. Raucous laughter makes the audience bear the brunt of responsibility in sharing the joke. When the whole chorus joins in and no line of sight is made, it's hell figuring out the whispers and asides of the View Askewniverse.
Mooby's looks like the kind of fast food joint where the menu looks good enough to eat before throwing it back up again from the bottom of the bowels. Possibly catching on with a chunk of the colon on the expulsion jump.
Snappy dialogue is the font of pleasure and never a moment passes too long without slapping hard across the face of society and security. Disability, sex acts and etiquette and rabid fanboys take it up from the rear. Numerous times and from various angles in twisting more than even contortionists can handle.
An interspecies erotica display featuring a donkey front and centre is never given all the screen time that it can possibly squeeze and squirt onto. Good thing in the end.
Thank yous in the end credits start off steady but by the fifth line, move too quick to capture the entirety of quips and shout outs to people and property. And like the special edition version of Terminator 2: Judgment Day, darkness before one last hurrah. Supplemental credits featuring MySpace drones rolls on for minutes on end.
After the black walks Kevin Smith, looking remarkably like a huge Silent Bob inaction figure in action, for his self-moderated Q&A.
Starting out at the buffer of ninety minutes, the questions and fans keep hitting the microphones with no shortage. Smith's work on comics gets a run as do his thoughts on Superman, films and swearing to/at his daughter Harley Quinn. Nice long and detailed answers with an atmosphere of buddies.
And then the owners of the State Theatre kick everyone out minutes on midnight. An amazingly enjoyable night. Even without any trains to ride all the way home on.
Stringing out a sense of space
Holding on to a glimmer of space not entirely floating away with each pulse pounding beat. Of not watching the reflection talk back to a mute. Wincing at the thought of thoughts and making the loudest sound with a cork of the left hip. It's feeling the brain lose it self in more than just a moment, less than a feeling and high up around the ceiling. All the while slumming the comforts of twisting back and to the right finding that sweet spot of a total blank. Each time knowing less and more of the instant that beacons. Making no sense of it all at times.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Two Twisted - Heartbreak hill
Crossing the road with an ambulance blocking the path makes for a pause as the fallen bike rider holds the link between the two stories. Up or down, it doesn't matter, the face is already eating gravel with the complete and utter failure of the body.
Call Back
Flashbacks to flash forwards and picking up a call is what leaves Tom Long and Lisa McCune fighting for the days of future past. Or of a serious sense of fear an uncertainty. In the hopes that messages will reach their intended in due time with results that don't come back to haunt. Gripping, if not predictable. Wonder who answers the call back number of 9561 0001.Heart Attack
Greta Scacchi plays it up oh so subtlety to the cameras. In this case, the whirring and red light recording versions of the hospital security system. Emotionally holding all to her chest as tight as a stroke, the final scene shoots through with a pure class act of self-being and confidence. Sneaky sneaky indeed and with all the clues to suggest another corridor to run down.Monday, August 21, 2006
Time is the bending burden of comics
F. Scott Fitzgerald writes a yarn that as yet still only manages to stay on the fresh and raw side of chapter five. Any closer and the eyes break with a snap of the neck into another slumber. Keeping up the eyelids proves hard work. Timing of it all is off, as reading prose after reading comics is never quite a sane choice of reading in an afternoon.
Ultimate Spider-Man #91
Kitty and Peter work another date, only this time both in costume and with all the more banter and fun for it. A relaxing and strange affair, the villain from the skirts of Cleveland going nowhere fast and not really knowing it despite everyone else insisting on the fact. It's charm to know that even loser super crims have high hopes for their own back story. Even if they can't keep their story straight.Ex Machina #18
Finding fewer public street toilets without the blue UV lighting isn't much of a concern. Coming into the second half of a story with absolutely no recollection of the entire first half is. An affliction of which is not unlike suffering the ill effects of a body looking to shutdown. Mechanics and electronics is the game of Mayor Mitchell Hundred, not people, and the disarray is highly visible.Futurama #23
Parallel universes and time travel are hard enough to deal with on their own. At least while trying to juggle on one foot while balancing a yoyo on the other arm between stacks of twenty cent coins. Simultaneous meddling hardly makes things easier. Humour is all gone save for the spark and glimmer of what may in lines quick and off panel.Sunday, August 20, 2006
Australia's Brainiest Idol
Faces old and faces obscure hit the podiums to take on answering Sandra Sully's partly disembodied voice. Challengers face the gauntlet of vapid questions and talk themselves up now more than the show's montage footage ever could.
Lee Harding, known to the players as a die hard Superman fan, flubs out on Brainiac as his villain with darkness hitting all of the stands. Spider-Man is at least written as it is always intended, hyphenated.
Out from the first with not much of an effort, Casey Donovan, Harding and Hayley Jensen talking the exit stage left. Or right, or however the stage is set up.
Dan O'Connor picks up 7 then a total of 15 using Sport and Australiana to get him sitting pretty. Close up, Amali Ward with 7 and double thanks to TV and Science, sounding reluctant at first with the latter option as if it was the only choice left on a board with five others to choose from. Dan England picks up 8 and 6 with Music and History.
Clearly with no trouble reading the board or listening, Marty Worrall shoots 13 from Film and then another easy 11 from the pages of Literature. Another to join the ranks of the 14, Emelia Rusciano mirroring the points of Ward kicking out Pot Luck and Nature.
Going absolutely nowhere, however, and still shining with that "winner" attitude, Kate DeAraugo is 3 from Current Events and 1 from Geography.
With a bunch on 14, the tie breaker doesn't even chance a second to be onscreen. Ward sneaks in with solving the puzzle on albums to artists to lock in her place in the final three. DeAraugo, England and Rusciano gone from the pack.
Jazz sorts out the order of play and Ward poses with Zoolander in his corner. O'Connor holds court with Australian Tennis Players and Ward sits with Alicia Keys. Cut throat they are not and stick to their own tiles.
It's edgy for only the slip is enough to see Worral stay out in front and take the crown as the winner. Lifeline Australia the charity of choice for this instalment of the game.
Rise of the Age of Cybermen
Knocking about more than just the TARDIS, the two-parter sees an abundantly clear change and resolution of Mickey's character. No longer satisfied with being the tin dog, and even then never even comfortable with the whole situation in the first place, it's a grand step up.
Takes an alternate reality, a parallel universe to steer things around, but when the ride off into the sunrise occurs, it feels alright and extremely grating to know such a hole beacons in the heart.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
BTC 18: Running out of ammunition
No strength to carry over from the previous night, movement of boxes heavy and medium drain even more of the arms. Leading leaning trolleys pries just as much either way.
Others seem to fall behind and push the crates with no ease or hurdler. Dragging the stubborn hauls certainly not in their style of action. Blind either way, the catch of the wheel into the leg of a metal post shocking for the jolt and recoil. Worse still up a ramp and with the defeat ready to send things head over heels over head over heels in triplicate and a continual roll until the bottom of the concrete steps.
As the hours wear on, the muscles wear down with the music in town. Down to the bone where the movement winces and no rise is able. All gone and ready to lay it all across the ground.
Friday, August 18, 2006
BTC 17: Space time continuum
Deflecting nuisance calls is one thing and quite a bore in keeping the mystery of lies apparent. Relishing the profuse ramble with nothing on hand and all the while under show, an infrequent opportunity indeed.
With a small audience on the other side, an otherwise innocuous telemarketer faces the onslaught of a head full of pop culture science. Namely that of the results of existence of one being in the same place yet not of the same time origin. The space time continuum paradox as wildly explained by Doc Emmett Brown in the Back to the Future trilogy.
Passionate spiels on the science, of the chances, of the consequences of such an event ratchets the frustration quick on the other end. Looking to keep his cool is an effort of proportions beyond his scope. Slamming down his end after a cut out of sorts on the stock of trade.
Comedy doesn't taste the same for everybody. Less so for those incapable of knowing how many levels and sides are unfolding at that very point in time.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Australia's Brainiest Comedian
Working the same jokes of the previous batch of comedians, the teacher's pet and flattery angle weasel their way into the introductions. Dave Hughes gets a bit of a turn with his Dux state flagging a possible leader in the stakes of the game. Peter Helliar writes his own intro and sounds as self-obsessed as the regular fluff.
On the very second question of the night, Russell Gilbert flashes his own torch to keep himself in the light despite blacking out with a wrong. Just won't jibe contend host Sandra Sully.
Gilbert, Jodie "Jay" Hills and Richard Stubbs are out of the game at the run of the first round. No mike left for them at the stage.
Banana sorts the order of play into the second and it reads like being from an earlier episode. As the topics for the second round round the second round, Sully reminds each of just how many points the comedians need to score in order to lead as opposed to "stay in the game."
Cal Wilson chops the questions in record ease with 8 and 11 from TV and Natural World respectively. Faster than Wilson, Hughes obliterates the set to shoot a confident 12 from Sport and 9 from Current Affairs. Helliar does very nicely with 10 and 6 from Film and Australiana. Ocker accents from both him and Sully at the choice of the second topic.
Frank Woodley acts every bit for laughter rereading the questions out loud and shouting back for calm and curiosity. Not enough to pin more than 3 off Pot Luck and 11 out of History. Corrine Grant aims hard and fast with a go at Literature and Science to notch up 7 and 8. Dave O'Niel stalls and stretches out with 6 in Music and Geography.
Grant, O'Niel and Woodley take leave to sit with the other comics by the side.
One single letter determines the order in the third round. Gadget master to James Bond, and it's not John Cleese's character in The World Is Not Enough.
Helliar takes on The Godfather Parts 1 & 2 as his final topic. Wilson cherries with New Zealand Top 40 Music as Hughes opts for Australian Sporting Legends.
Plodding along with no scene for stealing the run, the three only flip their own colours. Distraction wrecks Wilson as lyrics containing, "Dah dah dah dah d-d-d-dah dah dah" makes no sense when there are more than two people reading it. Makes perfect sense when a group join in post query.
Taking the title this time and without dropping an incorrect answer, Helliar claims the top roost. Noting his nephew's plight with the condition, Anaphylaxis Australia are the recipients of the charity prize money winnings of $20000.
BTC 16: Back by popular demand
Days add on with days to carry the train a chug closer to closing in on the closing down before the event of a phoenix reborn.
A morning stroll under the weight of a tauntaun throws out the rest of the face. Down for a second and the mask winds up leaving the skin naked and without hours of steaming vapour and sweat. Working to register the fact, there is nothing but face on face interactions, barriers no longer for so far as the day is long.
One hour passes. And another. Then another.
And then the day is dusk and leaves no desire for the reattachment before walking back under lights and the blaring of feet before the steps.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The Sleepy Jackson
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MOY 15: Forgeting the rub
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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Two Twisted
Mystery returns with Bryan Brown sitting in the back seat of a taxi. Knowing the call out last year or early this was for writers of the show to link their tales, it was all on. To at least pick up on the connective tissue between the tales as they play out each week. Thankfully, the first link appears only to be a prop and not of characters. Easy to handle and understand the logistics of so far. When the people start holding hands from across the scenes, then it starts to smell a little bloody.
There's Something About Kyanna
Melissa George appears to show off a wonderful array of fruity socks. Sadly, only one of each appears to be present in the laundry inspection. Even so, this wouldn't be a problem. Matching a giraffe patterned sock is sweet against flowers of blue and purple. Resolution of the mystery comes off as a need to find the simplest solution with the build up of the story potent enough if not for a floater.Finding Frank
Better by a shot with Garry McDonald and Steve Bisley handling scenes on the edge of nerves and fear. Security guards on the last day of McDonald's character, the end comes off with an atmosphere that burns that little bit cleaner. Lingering at a liquor cabinet is enough to point out the link between this and the previous. Slight and unobtrusive to the integrity, puzzling all the same though.Monday, August 14, 2006
MOY 14: Rubbing the show pony
On the periphery of wandering faces with fixed smiles and sharp suits, blank stares intently focusing on pixels jiggle about. Words and thoughts delve into closing out the process and noise else around as the mere presence is all that it is.
Nothing more than taking up space to fill the void, averting the total absence and tipping out with brushes to watch on. As the act of looking busy once again comes to the fore, it remains as expertly fine as always. Never a skill that leaves the arsenal.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
You May Be Right
Todd McKenney never looks like he knows how to control the game as the host. More on the side of those playing than wanting to be the one that breaks the flow cutting in with questions and fumbling the stream. Lots of hand flashing and wide eyes makes it for those who aren't exactly there with the epileptic fits.
Major points on the charades front though. Teams Control (Matt Parkinson, Kate DeAraugo & Liz Ellis) and Kaos (Akmal Saleh, Lizzie Lovette & Mark Lizotte) not only having fun with it but working the actions instead of flailing mimes.
Pace of the show isn't slow, and it isn't quite fast. Just right on the level of smashing the tube with a heavy duty shoe. Just before.
Charity wins again and this time the Bone Marrow Donor Institute takes the cake with Control lording over the trivia.
Australia's Brainiest Housemate
Sandra Sully's hair explodes with more body than ever before. Bouffant in style and showing signs of work. More so than on the continuing need to dub over questions in post production or the occasional stall during taping. Housemates from the 2006 series of Big Brother are up and run about the stage creating a sense of mayhem and looseness.
Out from the first, tad shy of total darkness, Camilla Severi, Anna Lind-Hansen and Michael McCoy. Fighting it out for the final spot into the second round sees McCoy trumpet off on the Matching Pairs tie-breaker against Claire Madden. A few seconds too late to do anything, even with a few of the other housemates trying to answer from and for his console.
Jamie Brooksby picks off Sport and TV with a strong 8 and clumsy 4. Madden averages out her shot with Natural World and Food & Drink to pocket 10. One shy of the mark to challenge a spot into the third round. Katie Hastings exasperates at the mere task of trying to answer the questions and notches 2 and 6 with Film and Australiana.
As open with his tactics as he is now with his homosexuality from the show's experience, David Graham snipes 11 off Geography and 8 from Pot Luck. Geography being the pet shot for Dino Delic. Delic at first falters on 5 from History only to pick up a major 6 from Science. Gaelan Walker is no threat at all with 2 and 3 from Music and Literature respectively.
Graham saddles up with Sheep and Cattle Farming as his topic of speciality with Delic on The Balkans and International Rugby Union for Brooksby.
Knowing how to play the game, and with the advantage of choosing first, Graham flips out tiles from The Balkans, irking Delic to no end. As such, and with the other two playing it safe, Graham holds on early and long with a lead.
Looking to fight back, Delic aims for a moo cow only needing to actually hit a Friesian. Amazingly, Graham forgets the number of sheep shorn by gun shearers to be 200.
No matter though. With such a lead one wrong answer isn't enough to topple him from the heap. Winner this time of the game, Graham directs his charity winnings toward PFLAG.
Friday, August 11, 2006
BTC 15: Sweating the small stuff
Pockets full of pressure explode only a half hour into and under the mask. Eyeballs leak out bulbs in the expansion of air as the dripping sweat captures in the nose. A quick stick of tissue works well in sopping up the drip. A fix that does little in rubbing the bridge any way wrong.
Downing a hot dog lathered in what they bottle as mustard brings up a wooden smell under the breath. An industrious felled odour ripe of nose and burning chicory essence.
Logic states that the taste of the sweat would therefore contain even a trace amount of the flavouring. And yet, it does not. Only a blank wink, slightly cold to the tongue.
An extended relevance behind the guise puts the life of the plastic face into five months and counting with more at least until the Fifth of November.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
MOY 13: Prison socials are caked affairs
Long now skimming under the radar and even still it's not quite enough to escape the cheers of sugar and carrot mixed into the rough circular shape of a cake.
Conspicuous in absence mere metres away from the tiny flickering wicks, the mind works in denial against the whirlpool. Mere coincidence perhaps drives the ants toward the hill, sprinkled in pink, lime yellow and other soft colours.
But surely, sugarly, a high rate of candle blowing on every other change date is a chance too high. Where the rotation of days and the roster seems to throw the small billboards into a row of dominos ready to lick each other's neck.
Slice after slice, scattering mice burn along about the knife and questions arise on exactly which calendar system operates inside the walls.
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Brick
Racing the walk to Broadway generates an explosive feeling of blood rushing harder and faster to the extremities than any other action outside falling upside down. Time is close and the table checks off a name before dusting off the hands under running water.
Brick is fast on the tongue, shooting raw from the sides and extinguishing the external senses in its realm of noir and murder mystery. Set on the periphery of the cruel lands of high school, there's drugs, death and deceit.
Flavourful dialogue, it feverishly massages the cool right into the gum line for the junk to sink straight into the bloodstream. Brutal in sections, hilarious in others, it's a classic feeling film from all the angles of rapid discourse.
Throttling questions for director's chairs
Outlasting ordinary bottle rockets of patience can take years of mindless casting of thoughts into little check boxes and formulating random opinions to build up even the smallest in the speed of things.
Self inflicted reports of short term memory works well in ringing up entry where otherwise movements of the last six weeks would have shut things up.
Chunking junk of fruits bear themselves in the fashion and form of taught canvas, low slung with some bounce to the seat. Pockets and bags of air thrown in for the comfort of transit, and it's time now to finally assume the seated position with a modicum of authority and personal satisfaction.
Monday, August 7, 2006
Australia's Brainiest Loser
Food sits heavy on the expressions menu with the contestants from The Biggest Loser looking like they'd come straight off the finale of the series. Not much of a weight or body shape change between the shows.
Out of the darkness and quite a few of the questions in the first round concern food and the series franchise. The dead question ringing off the weight loss mark of the UK winner. All black and in the shadow of off lights with the answer of 9 lbs 12 oz.
Adriano "Adro" Sarnelli, Cat White, Harry Kantzidis, Tracy Moores and Vladimir "Wal" Milberg all step off the stage and to watch the rest of the action from the sides.
Kristie Dignam takes out Science and Pot Luck to scoop 5 and then a round to 11. Scoring only 3 and then a sum of 7, Fiona Falkiner hits both Music and History with ardent misses and hands waving pauses. Surprised at her own inability to come up with the answers, she gets one last answer with help fro Artie. David Hilyander makes Sport and Film only to come up 10, a split on both topics.
Despite stumbling on a question about igneous rock formation, Shane Giles, a geologist, hits a stride with 8 from Nature and then 7 off Geography. Artie Rocke doesn't do too good on TV with 5 though picks up a challenge on a new looking Australiana topic to clean up 11 for the round. Jo Cowling blasts the board with 11 from the Food and Drink plate and 8 from Literature.
With a gram for the first tie breaker round, it was a pavlova to separate into the third. Falkiner, Hilyander and Rocke joining the viewers on the side come final tally.
Cowling opts for 80s Pop Music, Giles on the Hawthorn Football Club and Dignam, also a Hawks fan, makes her speciality topic Edith Cowan. Easy and pedestrian play from the memory board. Each taking their time to answer their own and all of them getting one wrong in various go around to even the score. In the end it comes down to picking off the general knowledge questions. Dignam falters first and then Giles.
Proving to be the winner this time around, Cowling donates her prize money to the Red Cross.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
The Girl in the Fireplace
The Doctor, his new two strong crew of Rose and Mickey and 18th century France from a spaceship. On the surface just another blaze for time tripping adventure. Deeper down, scratching the first layer of dead skin, a carefully done and very understated love story. Beautiful in its ability to touch on the emotions. Again like the meeting with Sarah Jane only different, just. From the first seconds until the fade to black, a gentle reverb strums the heart and tickles a shortness of breath.
Saturday, August 5, 2006
BTC 14: Sneak preview
Across the back issue bins in a thin sort of chaos, well over one thousand Kit Walkers kicking out from stacks of no particular fashion. Spanning issues from the 900s to the current ballpark of 1400 and creeping close to 1500.
Flash memory and distinct titles for each story making the haphazard and orderless arrangement seemingly bizarre from afar.
Close up and time ticks out with no more than ninety minutes turning a sprawling mess neat.
Shifting order into the comics builds a sense of polybag calm. Dead arms come with lifting mega tubs across a block and up stairs into the new. Laying out the land, the scope of deep is large and the smell of space readying up for the end of the month.
Friday, August 4, 2006
2006 Griffin Award for A New Australian Play
For the few and the many with faces and traces to the arts in the many ways, a little night at the SBW Stables Theatre. Quaffing the bubbly and downing crackers in beetroot dip, nobody really gets a chance to snack on the lamingtons. Crusty men standing around shield it from view. No easy access means few fingers find a snatch.
A man coughs up a quarter of a lung and laughs about it. For sure, why not, it's not like the phlegm can hit a mark when the body is quivering on the cold floor of the toilet.
Humidity is fabric softener hard in the men's toilets. A dryer is working right next to the washing machine and it's all about the cutting edge in Australian theatre. So much so that they serve orange juice in glasses cracked down one side. Tough as ice for the lone non-alcoholic.
Recognisable faces in the crowd are Artistic Director David Berthold and a raven haired woman bearing a striking resemblance to Jennifer Hawkins. Everyone else who stands on their own two feet are still as unfamiliar as these two and chatting in their own little cliques and tight knit woolens.
Three people hit the podium, Berthold, some accountant from PKF and the winner of the Griffin Award. Mary Rachel Brown for her work entitled, Australian Gothic. One, as the judge's notes cite, details the parallels of time in Australia now and back during the rise of Nazism.
Listening to the speeches feature the essence and importance of live theatre and the dangers of kowtowing to sedition laws is remarkably entertaining for its own. For an hour, it's an interesting affair that keeps to schedule. Time on side, the rest of the audience crack on over around the corner for post-award night drinks.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Uplate with Midnight Zoo
Horrendous state of late night television affairs exist now past midnight. Once the haven for misread shows and science fiction, it suffers a state of being as a landscape for hapless mung beans to throw their money away.
Midnight Zoo
Brand new to the scum filter and with four hosts to boot. Vague and squinty, it's like the producers sat around cutting up women's magazines for what appears on the graphics. Angie Richards, Charlotte Connell and Steven O'Donnell stand by often fuzzy clues. One such being the hard to even see Odd One Out where the clarity of the board equals a crap shoot. Nobody really pays much attention to a zoo theme. Not with a couple of the girls in sarongs and grass walled huts.Quizmania
Amy "No Lips" Parks, Nikki "Get me on the bloz" Osborne, and Brodie Young continue playing with extremely vague of mind guessing games. Time between callers is at least shorter and rather quick compared to the others. Doesn't make up for the fact that they'll have people calling in one after the other guessing the wrong answers just given. Or that the correct answers are extremely obscure for even sane trivia minds.The Up Late Game Show
Simon "Hotdogs" Deering is back and with, at least from the first return night, a co-host by the name of Chrissy. No real effort in watching this game beyond getting on. They just stumble all over the set giving away the answers. Time between calls is long and forever. And when the callers do call up, with the many prompts of the right answer, no certainty in hanging up a winner. At least of all the three, this show seems to have the most fun with the format.No more back hand love for the Trekkies, Letterman fans or ardent viewers of leather strung dramas with this apparent money grabbing trend in late night.
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
Thoroughly Modern at the Museum of Sydney
Rather insistent ticket lady breaks the scam. No longer able to ride the Tickets Through Time with blank dates on their faces. Time starts now, three months and counting. Seven months since the first visit.
Buzzing with a jazzy scratch of the old 1940s, the long room featuring the Thoroughly Modern Sydney exhibition smells of nothing. Absolutely void of any sense outside the historic visuals and tinny sounds.
Glorious glamour shots face the awnings and gateways. Names of visionaries and the big wigs jump off the copy on the plaques like Frank Hurley, Norman Linsday and Harold Cazneaux.
Not much in the way of change through the photos. A lot of what Sydney is today similar to their grandiose plans and blueprints. Save for the gardens that wither away and die with the ravages of time.
Taking a breather to time it just right, a little wander toward the Speaker's Corner of the Museum sees a white haired man in white suit, Steve Maxwell, jump up on the soap box to deliver his Sunday thought. The long room of twenty milling people disappears down to the two sitting intently.
Back in and reading the paint on the wall reveals nothing major. No hidden messages about the future past or soft big idea from history.
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