The smoke alarm just bit me!
The smoke alarm just bit me!
If you are wondering, the title to today's post is a punchline from Black Books that has kept me grinning to myself all day when I remembered it. I even had to stop what I was doing for a few minutes at one point to have a little laugh to myself. If you can remember the scence from which this comes, then well done to you.
Speaking of comedy programmes; while my parents were here I watched a little TV in their hotel room. I don't have a TV myself, so I've seen very very little American TV (yes I know, I'm rubbish). So we were watching MTV and saw this programme that was really quite funny. I later found out that this was called the Andy Milonakis show. So yay for that, I wonder if I'll ever get to see it again.
My parents have gone home now. Yesterday I was upset about this, but today I am better. I think I may be swayed by my hormones at the moment, but it's hard to tell.
I had a good birthday. It wasn't a big fancy do like most people have for their 21st, but then I never wanted a big thing. It turns out that I had my parents here with me, and that's just what I wanted.
We did stuff while they were here. You know, New York stuff. I think they liked it.
We also went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It wasn't superfantasmic like I was half hoping it would be, but it was good. It was also better than the first film, although I may just think this because I saw the first one when I was young and impressionable and it freaked me out. I am very glad that the oompa loompas are different, they amused me this time. I realised while watching it, that all the good parts of the film come from the book. This is slightly dissapointing in some ways, but very good for a book purist like myself. It is nice that the good Roald Dahl stuff shines through.
It was odd when I would recognise sentences that had word for word come from the book. Now this I would expect from myself about LOTR, but Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? It seems that I know the book better than I thought. And now that I think about it, it is perhaps the only Roald Dahl book that I owned and didn't borrow from the library, and I can remember many times when I felt bored and just re-read the book (it's odd how this fact had completely skipped my mind). I think I was a fair Roald Dahl fan back in the day, but I never really considered it because, well, wasn't everyone? Seriously though, those are some good children's books there.
One theme I've noticed in all his books, and in the film a well, is that of relishing the imagination of children. So many times, the sensible adults are seen as dull, boring, and often, bad people. It seems that Willy Wonka is almost a personification of this childish fancy. Many of the things in his factory, don't make sense and would not work in the real world. The adults, and many of the children, call him up on this, stating that these things are stupid or impossible, but he just avoids or dismisses their questions. Of course these things can't be impossible, because they are there in his factory, and it is this kind of twisted logic that makes the factory what it is. We, the readers (and watchers) are being asked to suspend disbelief and just enjoy the fantasy. And this is what Roald Dahl tries to get across in so many of his books; imagination should be cherished rather than discouraged, and if people manage to keep hold of their imagination, then they will be all the better for it.
I must have been quite the fan when I was younger, as I seem to have taken this message to heart somewhere along the line.
So...the film was good but not great, and anyone who hasn't, should go read the book, and any others by Roald Dahl (the Witches was a favourite of mine).
I also went to the hello kitty store and bought myself a new bag.
It is excruciatingly cute. I love it.
And that is all of note that I wanted to tell to you today.
I turned 21 today!
So, there's some exciting news today.
If you live in the UK, and would like to watch the new series of the mighty boosh (beginning in a week! Series 2 woo!), but don't have access to BBC3 (looks at Steve), then don't fear...
...because you can watch online! And the first episode is up already!
However, if you don't live in the UK, then you can't watch online and must shake your fist at your computer screen in a futile manner while shouting expletives.
*cries* *woe* Why can't I watch it here?! *wail* 's not fair! *mope*
But...I was able to console myself with something, maybe not better but, different. The xxxHolic movie trailer is out! And I have to say, it has gotten me all excited to see the movie now. It seems to be well done (which it should be, considering it's a movie rather than a TV series). I looks dreamlike/trippy which is intriguing and should make for a similar tone to the manga. Yet I can't get over the fact that Yuuko doesn't really sound like Yuuko should sound. Her voice is just much higher than I imagined...although I kind of imagine her to sound like Cate Blanchett as Galadriel in LOTR only better, so...
But I am very happy with the fact that Watanuki is voiced by the same person as Albert in Gankutsuou, because he was very good in that.
My favourite part of the trailer though, has to be Watanuki acting like, well, Watanuki. Everything sounds serious and spooky and we just see clips of Watanuki spazzing out in the background <3 I really have high hopes for this film now. There wasn't much of the Tsubasa film in the trailer, so I can't judge that, but hopefully it'll be good too.
Ahh, I really hope someone subs it, and soon after it's been released. I'll die if I have to wait for it to be licensed and released on DVD. (hopefully I'll be home, or close enough to going home that I don't care, when the sub (if there is one) comes out, because then I won't be under my self-imposed ban on downloading anime and music).
And...my parents are flying in tomorrow to visit me! I can't wait! It's the longest I've been without seeing them in my whole life, even though it's only been a few months. Wheee!
Although it is a rather poor update, but lets not dwell on that now shall we?
And what on Earth am I doing today?! For heaven's sake! This is my third post! *mutters*
And then you find out that one of the suicide bombers in London last week came from your home town, and that a guy that your Dad works with knows a guy whose sister was married to this terrorist and that she is 8 months pregnant, and that they used to live down the same road as your friend's nan from when you were little.
And oh my god. That kind of brings it home. Far too close to home.
I did nothing yesterday except eat, sleep and jaff on the internet. ^________^
But today I will be useful and do stuff that needs doing! *determined*
I really can't stop listening to Coldplay at the moment.
I started writing my (50 page) placement report today. I should feel good that I finally started it, because the time to write it is running out. But instead all I could think about was that from now on, there will probably not be a gap in between pieces of coursework until I graduate in June next year.
My oh my.
I've been feeling weird all day. I don't think my brain woke up properly this morning. When I'm doing something manual I'm fine, but when I have to think about something, that's when things get hazy. My mind is just swimming, or should I say, floating just blow the surface while gasping for air.
I need to stop being paranoid that this has something to do with the bacteria I was growing at work yesterday. Last time I heard, E. coli did not make you go wonky in the head.
I seem to be posting here a lot lately, I think it is because I'm procrastinating. The thing is; you know you've been procrastinating for too long when you can't remember what it is that you're prcrastinating from.
(I think it's because I now have a report on my work placement to write. I have months to write it, but it's close enough to the deadline that I've got that familiar feeling of guilt for not working hanging over my head.)
Anyway, I took a xxxHolic quiz:
You are Kimihiro Watanuki.
A highly emotional person, you would rather fight
than talk things over- yet, you often shield
yourself with your ignorance, starting quite a
You're good with your hands, and often work for
other people- willingly or not, who knows.
The plights of others move you strongly, and you
almost always try to fix things for them.
So it seems I'm Watanuki. I've no idea how, I think I am possibly the exact opposite of the description. But I think it's because I have a nervous disposition
and I can see spirits. Haha, I lie so much! I'm quite glad that I can't see spirits, because I have noticed recently that there are hydrangeas growing outside the building I work in (they are pink, but luckily not bright red)...
Which reminds me, I have to go to work for a bit now (maybe that's why I feel like procrastinating). *takes a hair ribbon just in case, too bad there's not a Doumeki on the other end to save me if things get a bit hairy, ah well*
So I decided to post that picture of Fai, that I talked about in my previous post. During the drawing of this picture I realised that it is entirely possible to like Fai (and his gloves) too much. Far too much (nb: this is the 4th picture of Fai in my gallery, and God knows how many are in there with long black gloves).
Warning: this picture contains undue amounts of saliva (I said saliva!). Click for big.
I never really intended to ink this and post it here, but it came out so well that I just had to show it off. (note to self: using references for Fai's hair really makes it turn out better)
I'll admit it, I have an uhealthy amount of love for Fai's gloves (maybe I can get help for that somewhere), but maaaan are they nice gloves! I like to see this picture as a natural progression from this one, but with better execution and more bodily fluids. I wonder how many more pictures of Fai and his gloves I'm going to have to draw before I get this out of my system?
So...I suppose I'd better talk about my 4th July weekend then. I was going to write earlier today, although; how blogging about my weekend as soon as I got back from work turned into drawing another picture of Fai, I don't know.
I'm quite pleased with the picture as it is, but I'm not sure if I'll put it up here or not. It's a bit, you see, well, *coughs* you know, isn't it. I'll give it some thought.
So Philadelphia was nice. It was odd, in that it's similar to NYC but different. Overall, it's prettier than new york, because it's older I suppose. The style of the buildings gives it the feel of a nice old town (one you'd find back in the UK), but all the buildings are bigger than anything you'd find in a little old town, so it has this wierd feel to it. Apparently it's not a very safe place..I wouldn't know, I only saw the nice bits.
Shilpa lives in the centre of the city, which seems jolly convenient, and I'm a little jealous of her. But she does have to pay through the teeth for her appartment, so perhaps I'm not that jealous.
We met up with some more people from my course (which was a nice surprise for me) who'd flown in from North Carolina. We all went to the live8 concert together, which was jolly nice. It was also jolly hot and jolly full of people and had jolly disgusting porta-loos. Seriously, there were a lot of people there. I didn't count them all, but there were a lot. It reminded me of the crowds of people that I saw swarming around Trafalgar Square when I went to London for new year's eve. On second thoughts though, there were a lot more people at live8 than I saw at new year's.
As a consequence of all the people, I couldn't see a thing. I mean, no-one but a rare few could see the stage, but I couldn't even see a screen. You see, when the music starts, everyone stands up so they can see better, and in the standing up race, it is the short person (ie. me) who loses. But I didn't mind so much. I still got to see the Kaiser chiefs on the screen, because it was right at the beginning and nobody cared because they didn't know who they were :D
I also saw a bit of stuff (like Will Smith, who was very good) when Shilpa and I decided to try to make our way forwards a little. Man, and what a scary journey that was. So many people! And all glaring at you for trying to push past, I have no idea how we ever made it out of the crowd. At the end the crowds had died down a little so we could get quite close to the stage (still couldn't see it though). We saw Stevie Wonder then, he was on last, and that was good, we also saw one of the events staff dancing on some scaffolding at the crowd like the whole show was just for him, which wasn't good, but it was funny.
Later that evening as we were walking around, Shilpa found a $20 bill on the floor. I don't know what amused me more; the fact that Shilpa decided to ask a random guy who was parking his car if it was his, or that the guy said it wasn't his and then tried to change his mind when he found out it was a 20. Obviously, the rules of the world state that if you ask one person if the money that you've found belongs to them, and it doesn't belong to them, then that's as much as you can do and that money now belongs to you. And so it was dinner at an expensive Italian restaurant for us that evening.
The restaurant was nice, they had live jazz with a man playing a double bass. Live jazz with a double bass makes me a happy person.
We did more touristy stuff, which seemed to include walking around where there wasn't any shade in the intolerable heat. But we went to an eat as much as you like ice-cream festival which I think made up for that. It was nice to be in such a historical place for independence day. I saw liberty bell and all that stuff. It was quite interesting.
What interested me more was when I realised that the William Penn who founded Pennsylvania and Philadelphia and has lots of stuff named after him there, was the son of Sir William Penn who worked with Samuel Pepys. Wow, I like it when stuff like that comes together and makes sense. Yay Pepys! *punches air*
There was another concert, also free, this one had Elton John in it. It seemed less crowded than live8 and was in the evening, so it was more pleasant. Mr. John did give the crowd a long wait before he turned up though, so much so that the crowd started booing. Bad news Mr. John, bad news. I think I only recognised one of the songs he played...I am rubbish. After the music there was a fireworks display. It was the most impressive fireworks display I'd seen in my life, although coming from the girl who thinks sparklers are impressive, that's not much. But they were good, and loud, and long (I thought they might not end).
On the way home amongst the heaving crowds there were lots of police sirens. This was worrying seing as how we all had to rush out of the road because the police were coming right towards us. I heard later that there were quite a few shootings in the neighbourhoods that night...did I mention about Philly not being that safe a place?
Among other things I also went to the museum of art, which was good, perhaps not as good as the Met, but still nice and
airconditioned interesting. We also saw War of the Worlds. I was expecting it to be a bit rubbish, I was wrong. For some reason I got really caught up in the film and therefore thought it was very good. It is very good. (I even started crying at one point, and I never cry in films) As it is based on old school sci-fi, it doesn't feel much like sci-fi at all, which is good, because sci-fi bores me due to overexposure to it as a child. In fact, it felt much more like a horror film and it was very easy to empathise with the characters I found. Sci-fi films that feel like horror films are good, just look at Alien for an example. So that was an exciting ride of a film...with the worst possible ending for a film ever. Seriously, it is because the film is so good that the ending seems so bad. I just don't understand it, it's almost like they got bored of filming half-way through and threw something together. I shall seek courage in the fact that its probably too good and clever and symbolic for me to understand, or something. Still, I would recommend going to see it because the rest of the film is awesome.
I know I started to read the book way back when I was 13 or so. But I stopped reading it either because I ran out of time (I was reading it in our reading class at school) or because I got bored. Either way, I'd like to try to read it again, and see if I can give it a better go this time.
So I think that's about it for Philadelphia. When I got home, I had my new mouse waiting for me (at which I was very happy), and fruits basket volume 4, which I'm currently beasting through.
Toodle pip *salutes*
It kind of brings the whole danger of terrorism home when you spend the whole morning worrying because you don't know whether to count some of your friends among the injured or not.
Luckily, no-one I know was involved in any of the London attacks...
We live in strange times, my friends. Strange times indeed.
I will write about my trip to Philadelphia later, but right now I need to go to bed.
Man, I'm just feeling that creativity at the moment.
Although of course I won't be able to do anything about it because I'm not going to be here for the weekend.
I'm going to see Shilpa in Philadelphia, which is a nice historical place to spend 4th July (although I do feel a little hypocritical celebrating independence day, what with me being English and all. But lets let the past stay in the past eh? Of course if we ignored everything in the past then we wouldn't be celebrating 4th July at all...and so the whole fetid cycle continues)
Hopefully, when I'm in Philly (as I like to call it) I'm going to see a concert. I found out the other day that this was one of them live8 concerts that everyone was going on about, and then felt stupid that I didn't realise before. Anyway, it should be good if we can go, the Kaiser Chiefs will be there *puts on her happy face, you know the one*
Well due to a public outcry *looks warily at the spoon of internet rebuttal*
...due to a...
*looks warily at the spoon of internet rebuttal*
Moo is back everyone!
I thought that, seeing as it's hard for me to always fit Moo into what I'm talking about (she always gets in the way), I would give Moo her own posts where she can go on about whatever she wants.
*pushes Janine out of the way* I do not always get in the way! So this is the new place is it? It's nice to see it finally. Seriously though, I look rubbish in this layout! I mean, look! I've got a green on white thing going on...it's all wrong! It's ugly! I'm ruined! *weeps*
Yeah whatever, don't worry about it.
Well of course you wouldn't care would you? After what you did to me.
What? I did nothing!
EXACTLY! You left me! Ignored me! Like I was some rotting...otter or something!
A rotting otter?
Yes a rotting otter, five of them. Anyway, you decided that you were too good for me and just tossed me aside like I was nothing more than a piece of burnt toast. TOAST!
Well I might have done that, yes. But you're back now though! Due to popular demand I might add.
*glares* I will never forgive you. I'm not speaking to you unless strictly necessary, I'm going to eat up all of your cream cheese in the fridge after you've just bought it, and I'm always going to picture your face when I go to the toilet.
Man...I don't remember you being so bitter before.
Well I wasn't! But it's hard not to be bitter against someone who betrayed you. Just look! Look at what you've done to me! I've got emotional baggage now! Just look at it!
Er...that's not emotional baggage, you've just tied one of my jumpers around your waist.
And I'm not taking it off either! Even though I hate it because it reminds me of you!
Did you like it?
Yes I did, it was very convincing.
Really? I like to call it; Moo version 2 - angst where it matters.
That's nice. You're a good actor.
I know. I can do all the genres me, not just angst. There's horror, pathos, happiness, regicide, a whole bunch of genres.
So many genres, you should get an index so you can easily find the one you want.
I already have one, here.
No wait, that's my jumper around your waist again.
So...you're not angry with me are you? I was young and foolish, I didn't know what I was doing...
No, I'm not angry.
That's good but, how do I know that you're not acting that you're not angry?
Hahaha, you'd know if I was angry...hahahaha!
*serious*Because if I was angry I would cut you.
Ah I see, Hahahahaha!
*runs away as fast as she can*
First things first; Clematis has been updated, woo! Yup, I got my copy of Paint Shop Pro through the post the other day so I could finish off my page (although I had to do it with only my touchpad mouse because I don't have a proper one yet *tears of frustration*). It's about time! I always seem to have some setbacks, like buying a new computer and, this week, being worked to death. Seriously, when you go into work at 9:30am and don't finish until midnight, you know something's not right. Next week, I'm going to take it easy on purpose.
Along with PSP, my parents sent me a copy of my chemical brothers album, which I was missing very much (I'd left it at home). They also sent me the Hives which is nice shouty music for me to dance to. Speaking of music, X&Y by Coldplay has being growing on me like a fine moss, I'm really enjoying it.
I'm feeling in an arty mood at the moment, although I don't really have the time to do anything about it, coursework is creeping up on me again. But I drew a new picture last week, for my Dad for father's day.
I realise that this is now the fourth picture in my gallery to contain long black gloves...I think maybe I have some sort of disease. Anyway, it's my Dad's birthday tomorrow, but I haven't drawn him anything for that, I'm bad. I'd quite like to draw Silmarillion elves again, especially Maeglin, but I should really draw more Clematis if anything.
Change of subject. Now that I have paint shop pro, I could make myself a background to fit my weird size screen (1280x800)! I did not make a wallpaper featuring Ashura, I did not...but mainly I did. You can see it here. Hmmmm....can you say messy? Never mind, the making of wallpapers has never been my speciality. Before I forget, all images come from the scanlations by Be With You Scans. Feel free to use this wallpaper if you'd like for yourself, although I doubt anyone will want to.
Ahh...Ashura is so pretty! That's what you get if you don't have a specific gender I suppose. I really need to read RG Veda, if there's one thing I'll concede about the Tsubasa version, is that there doesn't seem to be enough blood about *likes the RG Veda pictures with lots of blood in* >_>
Having been inspired by making that wallpaper, I am now currently listening to BBC Asian Network *dances*
I love my new computer, I can listen to internet radio again! I've missed it, especially Zane Lowe...
Now to go draw
Maeglin more Clematis! Rawr!