Wednesday, January 31, 2007
MOY 40: The Dr Pepper is in
Sweet subtle joy is in with a mood to block out the sun and blinding overhead lights. 23 flavours of buzz kills all manner of death in the air that circulates, populates and infiltrates another day behind the windows of the fish bowl. Crack the lip and pierce the sound of the ring pull tabbing the interface, the unsettling nature of carbonation breathes in deep.
Canvassing the area, there is but one who deadlocks their sights on the side of the can of Dr Pepper. Years seen since the last appearance, a stop track makes recognition all the more entertaining to acknowledge.
Three days in with water in the second and third and noon on the back. Sauntering is posturing and the repeat on the corner of the kidney reiterates the point. Quiet yet bringing a bit of attention to itself.
Littering goes a bit of a way to stamp the memory of Dr Pepper into the consciousness. Sadly, it crosses an even smaller market than the first round.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Kings clip a tooth of the Tigers
Even as much as an even works the odd wash of the Kingdome, it's a tight battle between the Sydney Kings and the Melbourne Tigers. Back and forth momentum only really kicking in after the first quarter, where the Kings are out in front on a sizeable and comforting hum. Complacency is what kills the drive and thankfully, there is not much in the way of this. Not much, yet still enough for the creep into each other's territory to be of a concern.
Stunning skills from Ed Scott makes it a fun game to watch, not many throw away moves like a ball that spins in orbit to gander at. Heat is on and the throw down is imminent between Mark Worthington and Chris Anstey. Ruckus dies across the shine of the floor and back to the swinging sets of the nets with the bombs passing the lips.
Entertainment in the Entertainment Centre is a little lacking, singers and rappers and dancers are all on the fare, with the dancers perhaps the group carrying the load of the vocalists.
Tigers work against a lot of holes in their defence, but not as many holes in the offence in the Kings. Close and closing the margin is but one when the game takes the end.
Sydney Kings 82 - Melbourne Tigers 81.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Case the taste of Dr Pepper
Long ago into the years of oblivion, Dr Pepper dipped a head or two into the market waters of the aisles and shopping habits. Not for everyone, and ultimately not for any one, the taste was an abhorrent dislodging of the known.
Medicinal and dropping into coughs they said. And it was repeated ad nauseam into non-existence. Taken from the shelves and bottled back up to stay outside the continent, it's a hard game to play dry when looking only toward the 23 flavours.
Methods extreme, such as importing direct, are the only real source of finding the taste of Dr Pepper in Australia now. And it's back to being a little more addicted on the best tasting soft drink in the world. However short the case and however high the price per can.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
MOY 39: Out on a walkabout
Arms abreast, with elbows locked to flex a bend, time stretches out with a creak into the tanning of the midday sun. Wayward in effort, trails around the tiles of the city leaves little markers of disgust and angst. A result merely borne from the presence of other disturbing ions. All surrounding each other, the lack of military enthusiasm converts the strain into a lacklustre buffer across the melamine table top.
Gone is thought, now behind is rigor mortis, vacant cast from beyond the lenses and it's a shuffling affair between the feet and synapses. Lock it up and drown out the noise, there's nothing to see here other than detachment from the cold and hot.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Kings thrash in a 36ers clash
Sickness bubbles in the stomach with a swinging sway from left to right making the innards want for the outer. Terribly inconsiderate with the sweat beading off the brow in the instance of thought about stepping outside. A hook into the hitch of a guzzler and it subsides, little by little.
Grand scheme of things, with the walk at the booth, it's a pallid affair from the tip off, late as it is. Visiting Adelaide 36ers are well into the distance as the Sydney Kings hold up a sizeable margin for the lead into the very early minutes of the first quarter.
Massive pain is watching the white rapper without an accent stir up some sense of scene. More pain from his insistence than on his delivery. It's the wrenching which feels the muscles twinge.
From the first and into the second with the third and fourth quickly thereafter, it's a climb and climb with the Kings hitting higher with each passing period. Sydney's lead is ludicrous and the showing of Adelaide is remarkably meager. Poor showing from the South Australian team in the face of the Kingdome. Lacklustre is not harsh enough for the fumbling attack and defence from the 36ers.
Kings wallop the win with a 115 to 75 by the Adelaide 36ers. An absolute wash.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
BTC 53: Spicy country chicken baguettes
Lighter than a normal Whopper, the baguettes are tough rolls from the start. Terms of condition crusting through on how the bread makes the crunch and crumble. Too long in the cool and the starch makes for a chewing trial.
Pair up slices of chicken fillets covered in chilli bits and pieces and the eyes are all over watering with non-compliance. Hard to suck of any remnant sauces, the draw back creates a crater at the back what wants more in the way of relief. No such luck as the spiciness turns up and kicks out the mild expectations on the floor.
Timid tongue and taste buds makes for turbulent times in tasting tanned chicken.
Friday, January 19, 2007
BTC 52: Registering a problem
More than the hour, closing up to three and the wonder that is sticky tape fails in its ability to render all problems moot. With a kicker into the right heel sewing up super glue to hold the upright, the feat of burning up a solution is not quite right. Strips of sticky tape and the rubbing traction on roller clips holding only so much before giving up the ghost. All around watching intently figure that that is the end of that.
No more, nothing else, it's all hopeless from here on in and a change for the new is to begin. Thirteen years on and the final reciept drags itself across the teeth no longer spinning a tune that matters.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
BTC 51: Mothering tomato juice
Standing in the open aisle, pairing up the apple & mango with tomato juice for the double half discount alone, taste and texture comes late into the test. Price and variety takes over to bring it about a few days later to trial.
Tomato juice is thick and much like skimming off the top of the tomato paste found swimming through the noodles of pasta and such. Globules for the throat, the weight drowns out the belief that the tomato juice will ride down easy in the same way that apples, oranges and even mangoes manage to.
From the stretching pockets of denim, in the walk that suffers of no bent knees, three cans of Mother. Two dive in with the last behind. Both in for a change to turn the tide and thin the red. First one down is awash in weakness. Second brings up the fizz to burp the lip and creates a mixed taste sensation.
Parts natural energy and parts natural vomit inducing liquid, it's a grandiose plan of attack that works in a roundabout way. One litre of tomato will now always look like too much to inhale.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Unknown friends cost only a dollar more
Hacking the mound of mail strings out strains of newsletters, notices and applications. Names, pseudonyms and drifters into the open slate. Among the many, the Griffin Stablemates 2007 Season guide. Flicking the near card stock leaves for the sake of running up to date at a cursory glance, the look in on the list of donors from 2006.
Only one dollar is all it takes to level up from "Contributor" to the status of being a "Friend." Travel round the culture world and back again, the part is true that's it's a call to a arty flaunt.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
MOY 38: Contracting the expansion
What it really comes down to is losing the sense of freedom made over the past many weeks in the wilderness that survives in concrete, steel and bitumen. Close it off with commitment and watch the brain shut itself right down. Charge it up and blow out the fuse, handing out frayed wires keeps it all sparking with internal rage. Circuits are liable to fry and when the exit strategy fails to pick up ramming speed, there's concern that perhaps the resolve is not nearly as strong enough as it really needs to be.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Power Rangers: Time Force - Perspective skew
From the looks of things, it's not all the same and with that, there is only so much to recognise before it all starts making less sense than a dollar in two. Times on the body are weakening the ability to stay in a state of wakefulness or even being asleep. One or the other but never both in the right frame of mind.
Dawn of Destiny
Really makes for a nice set of dominos as knock overs run in rapid succession. Resolve, however, remains strong and standing and when it all boils down, there is only one possible solution for a situation that may never really exist in the first place.Fight Against Fate
Things tend to run amok even when the head of things wants them to stay on the path of determined procedure. Force the hand and the foot kicks back from behind to stick in a heated session of being out of step. Major props to Frax for unleashing a threat that totally stands to bring down the might of the Power Rangers.Destiny Defeated
When zords fight together, that's team work. When one zord jumps on the back of another and rides into the battle all gung-ho, now that's pure slice of comedy. And when it comes face to face with choosing to walk one path over another, it's the best thing to while away the possible regret of changing the plotted course. Team work, as an aside, never flies as high as when it's at the forefront and the unit functions as one. All about heading somewhere really.Walking with Dinosaurs
Nearly snapping the ankle running up a pylon on the way to the Acer Arena and it's a loaded affair with families all over Sydney Olympic Park. Merchandise and show bags streaming the lines and never slowing down the atmosphere like that of a zoo.
Between the time on the tickets and the that the first dimming of the lights, eyes blind themselves chocking the view away from the strobes. Blue and white and all that is bright into the corneas.
Darkness looms and the lights come up again, with a time detective in tow. His mission, in Walking With Dinosaurs, to explore the fossils and their history to the earth, evolution and the planet's DNA.
Slow is the start, and the plodding helps none lose too quick with the shuffling bases of the large quadrupeds. Done away with quick enough as the animatronics and robotics swing the dead lizards into life and it's stadium viewing of the prehistoric nature.
Bipedal antics of the Utahraptors really carve up an anachronism if ever watching dinosaurs roam an arena floor were prime example. Charging Torosauruses and the tank heavy Ankylosaurus packing in the detail all over the skins.
Commentary soaks in deep with the wonder and it's a natural state of affairs. Outside the island of Jurassic Park, an amazing display and show of living dinosaurs that can't be beat.
Programme from the stands is a textural embossing love affair and the smell of the pages is sublime. Fresh with ink that burns the brain with a sensation of Shaolin cowboys.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
BTC 50: Cleaning it to the bone
Tripping over the cord brings encounters than just an entanglement along course of roughly smooth. Fervent nature of rendering a state of dust-less, as near possible with the kick spinner spitting back balls and clumps, leaves the skin of the sheathed exposed to the wretched crunk and crank of finding itself fed to the rotating teeth.
Unscrupulous, cruel and harsh to no end, the matter leaves behind blue veins. Kind not to be seen when the shredding is fast and the proximity to danger is only a few strands of copper hair away.
Tumbling back and forth to pick up the minors and minutes, near enough to shock is too close enough in any circumstance. Even if it appears to be the first notice.
Friday, January 12, 2007
MOY 37: Happy hour all day long
Chinking drinks and the glasses that gently touch one another ring in all day long over the spread of the floor. Cases, six packs and handy little swingers dart back and forth, sure to constantly hold themselves in the hands of people. Swishing the mouth, the offers come quick and plenty, doffing off with a scoff as one other even approaches handing out blocks of ice cold.
Distraction is nothing short of and the walk load brings to a screeching halt to half-hearted aneurysms. Break out the champagne and sparkling wine, time to get loose at noon and bubble it into the night.
Walk away.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Amazing Jigsaw Race
Down to the final three: The Linz Family, The Bransens and the Christian thumpers from Crazy. Where it really pays to stretch every single red cent from the prayer handbook on the off-chance God might not be putting his ear to the grounded coffee. Nights are made enough to sit in the reflective glare of the television in order to stay on the beat of the race.
Flying and hauling a round trip around the glands of America, it's come to a head. Where the strongest teams find the battle to race across that monster welcome mat with Phil juicier than ever. No more notices of shoddy "production errors" left in the pipes and things look hot to run clean to the end.
Giving up is close for the Weavers, but the possibility of rubbing it into the faces of the other clans keeps them from finding their wake up at the next game. Bransen and Linz jostling keeps the joviality up. Nobody likes a three-way downer.
Trailing the path of the three families, the stomach winces at the thought of the twisting Weavers legging up to win the race around the world (limited to the wide America in the Family Edition). Results of which firmly stir up worse as the duelling pieces that make up the final road block before the million dollars is as tough as ever.
Of the final two at the big jigsaw board, down the Bransens and the Linzes, there is no split on the desire for either team to lose out. Both working charm and respect to such a degree that the walk away is pretty much a flip of a missing cog.
Strike up the gold and roll in the dollar bills, yo, a smashing end to a partially strained season of The Amazing Race.
MOY 36: Dancing a room with metal shoes
Showdown of the shadows turns to twist in a fine Mexican blade down the middle of the carpeted floor. Forcing in a glint of what appears to be the pinnacle, the two sides lining up the challenge are pushing it further and closer to an event horizon liable to wipe all out.
An eventuality too far into the hazy future with the grand possibility of the game never ending in as cataclysmic fashion envisioned. Or as hoped by one side of the mind and battle of disrespect.
People play games with all aspects of life, even the struggle to break out of orbit can factor in its own board game. Complete with instructions written in white ink on white paper before being pulped in bleach to standardised the conditions of sale.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
MOY 35: Rumble in the empty jungle
Cavernous spaces within the core of the engine lie about knowing not the upside-down posturing of the outside. Clear only to the grain, the ability to sustain the level and energy on its own is deception in the partial making. Strong is the sweat of the humidity and its claims toward the high part of staring on the other side of the glass.
Cold, cool, hot and warm, temperatures mixing in makes for the absent-minded presence to hold nothing stronger than the sensation of waiting for another hour. Where even then, the need may not actually come forthwith and it's looking to run on the morning's provisions all the way into the middle of the early evening.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Power Rangers: Time Force - Straight out
Wheeling away into the sunset, it's the look behind that cast a shadow of the past upon the cool iron of knowing that perhaps, perhaps, tomorrow is the day to start earlier. Anything to relieve the pressure of the pain of squeezing more than enough hours into an already arduous trial.
Lovestruck Rangers
Takes more than the folly of a double cross to split three into singles. Affairs of the heart leave the male Rangers fighting over and against each other in a most love struck tale where a mutant is at the centre of affection. Oh, that's odd in itself. Not just a mutant though, but one that comes to rustle what is obviously growing between Wes and Jen.Full Exposure
Secret identities exist for a reason. So do negatives. Apparently people deal less now with negatives when making the story more palatable on a visual front. And besides, when you're stuck in the past from the future, what does it really matter who knows who you really are? They're going to be dead by the time history laps itself. If it is even on the same track any more.Movie Madness
Most deceptive to lead into the title screens, the compositions throwing in the look of time travels legging beyond coming unstuck in the year 2001. Totally outside of their natural elements of destroying fake buildings, it's really one quirky double jam on a movie lot. Frankie Chang and the scene they're shooting sure looks like a rumble in the Bronx. Even in the harsh light of noon, Katie's little dip into the musical world is the strangest one of all.Timeforce Traitor
And so the tide of the mutant/human relations turns again. This time, in the future, not all mutants are feared. Some even find their way up the ranks to Time Force itself. That is, unless Steelix is just a bloke with cut up armour. In which case he's just another human. Unlike Ransik, who just freaks things out when he pulls out a blade from his shins.Frax's Fury
Rise of the robots begins here and the motives are clearly personal. Personal to the extent that a living fuel-injected being running on cogs and wires is able to emote. Without a chip installed. Every action incurs some wrath out there in the universe. Another juicy tale of the mighty strike of revenge.Friday, January 5, 2007
Water escapes from the apple and mango juice
Foil disappears from the lip of the bottle and with it the water takes to breaking out of the confines. Dangerously unwitting jostle unsets the contents to wrinkle and affect a pair of the new breed to stash. Starting another journey of second guessing isn't without at least the skimming the top of the other pit.
Ultimate Spider-Man #97
Take a step toward a long walk and listen out for a bit of the gibberish that flies forth from the foot of a few mouths. Clearly there isn't anything close, and swinging with both sides of the hand grenade looks more charming from the pin's perspective. Patch things up before the hems fray too much.Deadbeats #76
Every other word is thick and bold, like the floating chunks of pumpkin butter soup found under a mound of documents. Rich in taste, it's too overwhelming to make fine and straining the contents is as hard as eating paper raw and without at least some aid. Milk, juice, anything that washes down the roughage well. Operatic soap, perhaps. Convoluted beyond the very concept of an arms wide open issue, a head hits the mirror looking for the back of the head of that person staring back with perfect timing.Wasteland #1
Minimal as the sand that seeps between the eyelids and the ears, the footsteps in the desert lay only as long as the wind choose not breathe its husk of wear. Rowdy, randy and a whole lot of rusty, the atmosphere starts choking back some more sand wondering where a glass of water is to be found. Meaty, the loner who walks with others finds that trouble marks an easy target from the group. Sense the apocalyptic and bargain for a lower price on the ammunition.Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Choose life
Paranoia breaks the silence and it's the driving force of leaving more than just words from the mouth. Strap on a mighty dose of courage, it's looking to be one hell of a mix up.
Sixty six slips by a skip.
