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• 300†
  Does exactly what it says on the (comic book) tin. Loved it.
• Little Miss Sunshine†
  Very funny, disturbing (the beauty pageant) and completely messed up -- but in a good way.
• Laputa: Castle in the Sky†
  Story great, characterization a little on the weak side -- though the big robots are cool.
• Porco Rosso†
  Stylish, funny, exciting.
• Grave of the Fireflies†
  Very sad, which was a little unexpected since I didn't know much about it before watching it. Can be a little too slow in places though, otherwise it's very good.
• Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind†
  The story can get a little dense at times what with the various factions, but still really enjoyable, inventive and engaging.
• X-Men: The Last Stand†
  Opportunity, talent, money - all blown. Over 3 films X-Men has hinted of something great that could have been, this last one says "No, sorry - not going to happen". Bah.

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Tonight, with only the slightest of breezes blowing across the bay, we all went swimming. Which was good for two reasons:
1) I needed the escape, and
2) Those with medical expertise were able to point out that my foot is infected. Which might explain why it is still so sore.

Other than that I would trade the Irish Sea for the north Atlantic any time. Last weekend in the surf at Castlerock (and again this Friday night and Saturday morning) versus the beach at Millisle. No contest.

Also: I love Nelly’s Garden, Belling the Cat is pure class. Cats are the Devil’s work so it’s no surprise to me that they kill so many. They should be given ID cards and sent to Africa to rid the country of it’s evil dictators who cause hunger and stuff. Or maybe they’d help out, being of the Devil.

2 CommentsJuly 27, 2005

Flash! ah-aaah! He'll save every one of us!

I used to love watching Flash Gordon on TV, the old black and white series with the dodgey space ship tied to a wire and a sparkler hanging off the back. The movie is also great, for all the wrong reasons but that makes no difference, though the Queen theme tune rocks.

I hope to buy a car soon, which will, if all goes to plan, put me back where I was about 3 years ago when I got sacked from BlackStar for saying all the managers were rubbish (on this weblog no less), using offensive language in the office and tearing for the arm of an accountant for beating me at some holographic chess game. Ah, thems was the days.

You can throw confetti but you’re still going through the motions, baby…

Punctuating your posts with lyrics, that’s a bit of a Marcism isn’t it? Still, it pads the whole thing out some. I was at a wedding at the weekend and there was a Doctor at my table who was studying babies forst, yes forst, words, he couldn’t answer my question on what language babies think in before they learn the language of their parents though, so he was kind of useless. Also, ceilidhs rule. Stripping the Willow especially, you get to dance with all the girls, and I am so wearing a kilt to my wedding (should there be one) (a wedding that is, there is already a kilt).

3 CommentsJuly 26, 2005

You cannot reach me now, no matter how you try

I’m going away for a couple of weeks, just thought you’d like to know.

0 CommentsJuly 3, 2005

'The world is too much with us'

The world is too much with is; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waster our powers;
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The Winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for every thing, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled on in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

— William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

0 CommentsJuly 3, 2005

Should You Die First

Let me at least collect your smells
as specimens: your armpits, wollen sweater,
fingers yellow from smoke. I’d need
to take an imprint of your foot
and make recordings of your laugh.

These archives I shall carry into exile;
my body a St Helena where ships no longer dock,
a rock in the ocean, an outpost where the wind howls
and polar bears beat down the door.

— Annabelle Despard (b. 1943)

0 CommentsJuly 2, 2005

Hoot Like A Gibbon

Five comic strips by me — most likely they will make no sense to you unless you know Merc even then they still might not. It was Idoru what pointed out the 4 panels should be 3 thing. cf. swing | babe ruth | …and this one

The soundtrack to this post has been:
Faith No More > From Out Of Nowhere
Pink Floyd > One Of These Days (off Meddle)
Daft Punk > Robot Rock
Van Halen > Why Can’t This Be Love
Blondie > Heart Of Glass
Tiësto > Adagio For Strings

(It started off about something altogether different, which is something I do a lot now, write about something and then decide it’s just not worth the bother. I’ll leave the ranting to these left in the asylum.)

3 CommentsJuly 2, 2005