biting my nails

it has been almost a week since applications on the job i applied for and desperately want closed [well in two days it will be] and i still haven't heard. i have been chronically checking my emails and my phone for missed calls and i look like one of those desperates who went on a first date for the first time in a very long time and haven't heard back yet and are starting to think the guy was a dick and should have just lemon lawed you to save you from suffering, or someone permanently on a blind date wondering whether or not they've been stood up and trying to save face by checking their phone and thinking of excuses.
anyway, i'm going a little crazy and i can't wait for one of two things to happen. 1) i get an email/call asking me to come in for an interview and apoloigising for the delay in letting me know but they were on the phone to my referee's for ages because they both think i'm wonderful and i shouldn't even bother coming in for an interview because they already feel like they know me and therefore know that i would be perfect for the job. or 2) it becomes a week since the applications close and i can call up and ask without looking like a desperate doofus.
i really hope i hear soon, i just checked again, still nothing. gosh darn it, i really want to hear soon, i want this job more than anything in the world right now. well, a million dollars would be nice, but other than that...
i'm going to go and check again, and snoop around the site.

got the cold weather blues

seriously rain, it's spring, go away.
last night i worked early which meant i got to leave early. this made me very happy because the boy wasn't working at all because his band had a gig and that meant that we had an early night. i have missed my sleep. but i was so excited about getting home at a reasonable hour and curling up into bed that i completely flaked on the whole super wild horses last show before going to the US and i didn't go. my friday night wasn't completely band free though because howl had a secret show in acdc lane at 5, which was before i started work and meant that i was able to go. it was pretty good. short, way way way too short, but it was nice to see them again. it certainly has been a long time. and an even longer time since i saw them stone cold sober. the last couple of times were after a few stints on the bottle, and by that i mean i drank a whole bottle of wine by myself before getting on the train to go and see them. it was fun though but i am in no way condoning this kind of behaviour. i can handle my liquor in that i pretty much become uber me, dancing and singing and what have you, but i never throw up and i never pass out.
i have thrown up twice when alcohol was involved. once was because of some really really really bad food that i shouldn't have eaten but i'd already had a little vino and i didn't even think about how long those vegetables had been in my freezer and how often my freezer had over heated and gone off in that amount of time and i was so sick from said food that i was vomiting all the next day over water and simply moving, until i had some barocca and got a little better. the other time was at golden plains last year and i had had a bottle of wine and about 5 wacky tabacky ciggies over the course of the day and i think it was more a result of the latter as i have had way more wine in a far shorter span of time than that and been right as rain.
so anyway, enough of that. i really just wanted to share a picture of my old babies rocking out on the wheelie bins in acdc lane.

got the mid semester break blues

this week we have no classes at rmit, so we can catch up and get assignments done and such. i am currently in my animation class room struggling with istopmotion. this program really gives me the shits. it's so temperamental. go to hell istopmotion. anyway, i have found that, since i started my new job at an establishment which shall remain nameless for fear of being hunted down and snuffed in the middle of the night, that i have spent most of this week catching up on the sleep i miss during the weekend because my shifts are ridiculous and don't allow for much body clock adjustment, and running around after unreliable friends. seriously, dude, answer your phone, it's free. and fyi, two hours is not enough notice to give someone to meet you for dinner, particularly when said person is at uni and therefore spends a lot of time in Melbourne, and you live in melton. and when said person has a life of their own, believe it or not, and is sick of dropping everything when they hear from you for the first time in a year.
anyway, enough of that. i have applied for a job at acmi, one of my favouritest places in the whole wide world. if you knew me you'd know that to be a completely true statement as i'm pretty much there in screen worlds all the time, playing mario kart on wii or watching the short films made by school kids across the state. thems some comfy beanbags. that's why i make it my meeting place. close to flinders and comfy to wait in if the person you are meeting is running late, which is most of the time. the job is in the office and it's half days monday - friday, a decent wage, in the city and being half days is also flexible enough for a second job, comfortably. fingers and toes crossed because i really want this job.
in other news my lovely coffee buddy went for a job last week as an apprentice dental technician and she's such a genius that she got the job. i'm super duper excited for her. so if anybody out there needs some fake teeth made up from january 3rd onward, i know a girl. i had an inkling when she said she had good news, but it's always so exciting to hear stuff like that first hand. if i get this job then i am going to have three solid weeks of coffee dates letting everyone know before you hear about it. or i might crack and facebook the crap out of it. probably not though. i don't like to brag. lol.
my mums wakakirri team got into the final, the fancy final for all the best schools. i'm so excited. the music i put together for it won a gold award. go me. i'm three for three for my lighting and music for wakakirri's and rock eisteddfod's. maybe i should do that for a living. oh but wait, i can't, because the stupid government won't fund rock eisteddfod anymore and now a whole bunch of really great performing arts teachers are out of the job and a huge amount of australia's youth are down a great school experience and will have no good memories of their time at school. if one of the parties was smart they could have got themselves a lot of young voters on board if they promised to pledge $100,000 to the rock eisteddfod organisation a year to keep it going. yep, you heard right, that's all it costs and the government won't fund it. how stupid. fudge getting rid of australia's debt. every country in the world is in debt, we don't care about the debt. not a priority. also, seriously, you think you can stop the boats? other countries are always going to be shit, what with their wars and child prostitution rings and slavery. you will never stop the boats, so stop focusing on that and start bringing back rock eisteddfod. just fix the little things and make us all happy. obviously it's not as simple as this but i am still really angry about the election campaign. it was so pathetic and didn't speak to me at all. politician's are so far removed from real people that they have no idea how to woo us. this is clearly evidenced by the fact that so many new south walshmen and queenslanders voted for tony abbott. what is the world coming too.
i love looking on the sartorialist for fashion inspiration. i have so many ideas running through my head for when i get my sewing machine for my birthday. yesterday i went to my nana's to continue making my birthday dress. it is almost done and i am very excited. it's starting to look really good and i can't wait.
the other day at the boy's house we were looking at nerdy stuff on the net and came across a video of steven moffat talking about the next season of doctor who and how he wants to split it into two seasons so that their are two first episodes and two huge climaxes and there will never be more than a couple of months between seasons. i think this is genius. i'm am really missing doctor who and cannot wait for the christmas episode. but one episode isn't enough, i need more. hopefully all seasons will stay this way so that we can watch doctor who year round. so long as we can buy them together. i mean $95 is already too much to be spending on a season, but if it'll still cost that much with them half as long, i will not be happy. next season looks good though with guest writer's including neil gaiman and that guy who wrote being human. gah, i'm salivating already.

got the post election blues.

considering adam bandt won his seat you'd think i'd be a lot happier, but what is with all these freakin' nut jobs up in queensland and new south wales actually wanting tony abbott as our prime minister. wtf has never been more appropriately used. i am literally lost for words. what kind of people do liberal stand up for? not the average person. he says he is but he has no idea. "i have a wife and children so i know what it's like to be part of an australian family". not the average family pension man, or did you forget that your wages are being paid by the average persons real work? you reckon you're going to learn economic lessons from australian families and pay back the debt. excuse me mr rabbit, but if you'd done your research you'd realise that in comparison to income the average australian family is 100 times more in debt that the government. and did you not realise that pretty much ever government in the world is is debt so someone, the only ones that aren't are the countries with corrupt dictators who pocket everything and let their people rot. is this the kind of australia you plan to create? and seriously, could people above the murray grow a brain and realise that the whole k-rudd thing wasn't the only political backstabbing in recent years. does anyone remember what peter costello was before he became the only sane liberal voice in australia? that's right, he was deputy prime minister. and we all thought he was going to be our next prime minister. as treasurer he proved himself as a level headed politician, steering our nation through the first major economic crisis in the 90s, which was nowhere near as severe as our recent one, but still note worthy, and he kept our economy powerful with the aussie dollar rising against the buck steadily throughout the 90s and beyond, and he was promised time and time again by howard when he retired that he'd take over the party. but instead of standing down for costello to take on k-rudd in the 07 election he stayed on and got his arse handed to him in the process. back stabbing example in liberal head quarters example number one. and mr rabbit, you go on about julia's betrayal, but you yourself have been in the process of booting malcolm turnbull since he was heading you up.
if he gets elected as pm i'm defecting.

Anniversary

yesterday marked the day that the boy and i first went on a date, two years since we both had tickets for Otto; Or Up With Dead People at the melbourne international film festival, and what an anniversary we had. it started early in the morning with a lovely trip to gold class at crown where we enjoyed indulgent lamb kebab skewers and grilled eggplant, the best coffee i've had in a while, best g&t and fruit tingles also, and one of the best movies i have seen in a long time. i know it's crazy it took us this long to see inception, but after our first gold class experience we said we'd go to gold class for our anniversary and when we looked at film release dates at the start of the year, inception was the best one going to be on, so that's what we settled on. for the record, film critics, thanks for under selling the intelligence of the movie going public. hard to follow my arse. how did you get to be a film critic if you're so stupid you couldn't follow nolan's genius? go back to film school buddy.
i don't think i can say anything about it without giving anything away, so i shall probably just leave it at this, it was thrilling, thought provoking, visually stunning, exciting, and just plain brilliant. go see it now.
then we went to the festival lounge, squeezed into a cute little wicker chair and had some champagne (well i had champagne, the boy had beer) and we had a little shnuggle. then we went to the toff to get out yearly dose of the best but most expensive lamb chops of all time (they're probably not, but we're students so we can't afford that all the time) and some chicken skewers. and of course another drink. then we went to max brennar to get chocolate because coco black was closed. then we went to queue up and see SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD and it was THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME. well, it was pretty good anyway. michael cera was so placid (as he always is) and cute, but also a bit of a bad ass. the action was incredible, the video game aesthetics were hilarius, the sound track was great, the gags were unbelievably hilarius. film of the festival basically, i love love loved it. and i think perhaps i'll go see it again next week.
the rest of the day i'll keep to myself. we have to have some of our own little jokes and stories.

it wasn't you

high school related to high school as in someone i went to high school with who lives in the marsh, has just stopped working at the same work as me and is finally leaving to move on to greener pastures. and i'm sorry but i don't appreciate your double standards because forgive me for bringing it up but don't you do the same thing on a particular blog about a particular room mate.
what i write about the bragger is between me and a couple of lovely girls i have coffee and parties [last night was fun guys. drunk conversations about codys' and nicks' on the laundry floor is fun.] with, who enjoy our annoyance with said person being put into words because for some people, like people i went to school with, my words are funny. also, i haven't deleted her yet because she's still here talking about things with people that we'll still be living near, and i know i'm hopefully moving soon too, but small towns, tough environments.

anyway. i shouldn't have to justify myself when im attacked on my own blog. and after friday i was going to blog about you today. i was going to call it...

why don't you like me?

see, i was reading my old diary a while ago and i wrote a lot about you back then. for instance... "there's a girl in my cinema class who is really funny. she like's black books and is from a small[ish] country[ish] town too. we don't have any other classes together though, so i haven't really hung out with her a whole lot this year, but last week i wanted to go to the astor to see the grind house double so i suggested a bunch of us go. it was fun. i don't think i have ever laughed that much in a film before. i love having friends with the same interests as me. i love my uni friends." or how about this one... "last night i was meant to go to pony and see some noise band thing with brodie and iasha and louis and others i think, but i can't remember. anyway, i was watching black books and 'days of wine and roses' all day and i drank some wine. perhaps a bottle. no more than a bottle. a bit too much wine. anyway, it was pretty early so i thought make some dinner, have a nap, be all fresh for later. etc. anyway, at first the sickness i thought was wine related, but this morning i'm still sick and i can't move without needing to be more sick, or drink water without needing to be sick. anyway, mum came over for a surprise visit and she thinks it's food poisoning, so we threw everything out of my fridge because it's not freezing things properly. anyway, i can't really remember exact details of last night but i know that brodie is a legend because i do remember waking up in bed and realising that i think she put me in a taxi, told the driver my address and gave him some money. she's the best."
then all of a sudden, i'm seeing photo's on facebook [i know, how gen y is that] of events that you've organised with all our friends at uni and i didn't know a thing about it, or someone will say something like "why weren't you at dinner on friday?" and i don't know why because i didn't even know about dinner, and then you do, you did do the exact same thing and invite my boyfriend to something and not me, and when i asked about it you said you must have missed me on facebook and you would invite me and then you still didn't. and it's sad because i still thought we were kind of ok and that was all well and good, believable and maybe it had nothing to do with you and me at all, but when i try and say hi or join a conversation with a bunch of people at uni you instantly walk off and start talking to someone else. do i repulse you?
and it's not new. i suppressed it the first few times, but you have openly embarrassed me in front of my friends, told me off like i was a student and you were my teacher, and you've cut me off mid sentence like i was invisible. i don't appreciate feeling like less than adequate and i'm sorry i can't talk to you in person about this because i can already see the look on your face and the condescending "quirky" way you'd talk down to me and i don't want to deal with that.
and i don't think you're trying to become the boys best friend because, no offense, but he would never. the thing that annoys me about that is that the bragger has in the past, with other boys that i have been into, turned them away from me for one night of looseness at a party. i spent a lot of time in counseling trying to get over issues i have with exclusion, which wasn't helped by the fact that in year 12 a boy called ian invited everyone in our year level, including the bragger, who had never talked to ian until she heard he was having a party and his parents were paying for drinks, but didn't include me, and when i asked him where my invite was [after he gave one to everyone in front of me but not me] and he looked at her, then looked at me, and in front of everyone said "you're not invited". go figure, i still get pissed off about things like this. and it looks like you do too because you weren't included in my blog at all, but look, now you are.

bone to pick

is what i typed into the subject line in order let three thousand know i want to win a copy of super wild horse's album because i love them and i really want it. i was grappling with myself about going to rats to see fearless vampire killers because it has been ages but i hate rats on account of a previous experience which i think i blogged about once, but possibly not. but basically it featured my friend getting mistaken for a trouble maker [he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time] which resulted in him wrongly being dragged out of a mosh pit by his hair, then picked up in a bear hug and swung away from the crowd, resulting in him need 12 stitches in his head due to it colliding with a wall with brute, bouncer fueled force. and as much as i love fearless vampire killers, i don't think i like them enough to go against my morals and venture out to rats. but i did take that night off work remembering something else was on, and it is, the super wild horses album launch is on, so i will probably go to that.
i have a little song on my mind and if you sing it carly simon style it'll be quite nice to the mind tank.
you're so vain, you probably think this post is about you you're so lame, you probably think this post is about you don't you don't you?
you walk into a party, like you are walking onto a yacht, but i wouldn't really know this cos i wasn't invited to the party. but i heard it from my boy friend, who you don't know at all, but you just think you can txt him, think you can see him but... you're so lame, and he's too smart to even go for it. etc
yes, bragger again. they're moving soon and i think as soon as they're gone i will just delete delete delete so i don't have every little detail of their life popping up every time i log into facebook. i don't see how someone who spends so much time status updating can actually have anything to status update about because they clearly spend all of their time on their computer or phone.
not long now though because i herd they found a place so i won't have to suffer through the odd bump into, and i won't cross paths with said person on account of none of our mutual friends actual liking them either. phew.
i'm just a little sick of us having moved on from high school and still being is high school mode. that was one of the things i was most excited about when i finally graduated, escaping the pettiness. but it's still going on. ridic.
anyway. today i finished my office volunteering position at MIFF. frown. i had such a good two works and when i left every one was shouting out "just let us know when you want a job" and i said "i'd love a job now", so let's see how that goes. working for MIFF would be awesome.
yesterday a camera man came in to film some scenes of L. A. Zombie because it's been banned and obviously copies can't be given out, and he was filming quite a bit, so i watched, and i have to say, edward d. wood would be rolling in his grave over the decision to ban said film. the cult success of films such as wood's Plan 9 From Outer Space and tommy wiseau's The Room, which may not have been purposely terrible but are loved for their shlock value has inspired a whole generation of filmmakers who push the boundaries of taste and quality and make good films we love because of how bad they are. L. A. Zombie is purposely bad, looks incredibly fake and is made for a particular audience. it is an art film, it is not made to be put on at hoyts for a general audience. it is made to be screened at film festival's and enjoyed by crazy people like me. the australian classification board should be banned before they deport marina abramovic for indecent exposure...
anyway. i just saw an ad featuring a weirdly animated image of betty white gyrating awkwardly. i need to go and be sick about the fact that channel nine are allowed to do that.

anniversary, ruined

so, the story goes that after months of adoring and lusting after my friends friend from high school, who you would know as "the boy", we both had tickets to the same MIFF film and no-one to go with, so we went together. that was our first date, awkwardly sitting in the dark at the capitol theatre watching gay german zombies fornicate through any hole available, be it wound or otherwise as otto, the zombie with an identity crisis made his way through the german gay scene, mistaken for a method actor and put into a gay zombie porno, complete with epic zombie orgy with intestines and the likes while a lesbian filmmaker and her silent film actress girlfriend looked on, camera in hand. Otto; or, up with dead people, was a gratuitous kitsch romp, part porn, part comedy, part zombie apocalypse thriller, and all fun. after joining on such solid foundations, the boy and i are still together, 2 years down the track, and while reading this years MIFF program guide and realising that, being the second film of a late night double feature Bruce LaBruce's latest offering, L. A. Zombie, would be screening on our anniversary, we leapt at the opportunity to relive our humble beginnings at 1am on the morning of our 2 year anniversary and bought tickets at 9am the morning they went on sale.
but now it seems the classification board think our penchant for necrophilia and wound penetrating goodness is somehow inappropriate. donald mcdonald you nancy, we are under no illusions about the film, in the program guide under the program title "night shift", this is how L. A. Zombie is described:

The creator of Otto; Or, Up With Dead People (MIFF 08) extends his adventures in cinema's most unmarketable sub-genre - gay zombie porn.

Zombies don’t often come as fully-ripped as porn star François Sagat – except in Bruce LaBruce’s L.A. Zombie. Our anti-hero is convinced he’s an alien zombie sent to earth, where he roams the streets of Los Angeles in search of dead bodies and gay sex – an activity that reveals his ‘special gift’ of shagging the deceased back to life.

Conceived as a more hardcore companion piece to Otto, and featuring minimal dialogue but maximum soundtrack, L.A. Zombie raises the stakes with LaBruce’s infamous ‘schlock’ tactics – promising plenty of wound-shagging and more penises than you can shake a stick at.

Contains scenes that will offend.

with a right up like that you would expect a very select group of people to be purchasing tickets. if i wanted to see something lovey dovey and innocent i would have consulted the Next Gen program, but being the lover of trash and gore that I am, I opt for more alternative film viewing experiences. gory films i have trouble watching include documentaries featuring the mass slaughter of animals, such as food inc. or people such as war doco's and films about events such as the jonestown massacre. real violence that is not glorified or obviously completely fake. zombie violence i am fine with, dramatisations, no matter how visual, fine, but real violence makes me sick. we're a mature, progressive civilisation and we are smart enough as a viewing public to sense the difference between real and imagined, between entertainment and depravity.

Donald McDonald you rat, do you not understand the concept of the film festival as a space of freedom and expression, where films of all genres, sub-genre's, styles, countries and classifications are screened to an audience seeking a higher level of entertainment than the cheap [well expensive, but the value of the films is of an unspeakably low standard] hollywood tripe that rolls through the cinema's week after week to an audience of low level functioning twats and senior citizens, we have come to expect some genital mutilation, corpse violation and nazi zombie apocalypse's.

I am pretty much going to spend all my free time now trying to find the twitter [yes, i am going to go onto twitter for the first time ever] and facebook groups rallying to overturn the ban because it is ruining my perfect, depraved anniversary.

DAMN YOU OFLC!

Bill Bailey

Last night the boy and i went to see bill bailey and it was by far the best comedy show i have been to bar none. more like an epic 2 hour variety night, is there anything this man can't do? he came out in wonderful fashion, introducing himself and then running onto the stage in a furore. i dont really want to say too much because if you ever see him live and he does some of the same jokes it'll be less funny, let's just say that when referring to possible prime minister brown he played james brown, he serenaded us with his oud, introduced us to the tenori-on. i really really want one, and once i have one i will finally create my band and we will tour the world playing tenori-on, keytar, drum pad, ukelele and synth. basically it is an amazing LED pad thing that you simply touch anywhere on the screen and the little lights light up and play a really beautiful song. last night as bill bailey demonstrated, it is an amazing instrument where "you can turn something horrible, into something beautiful" and he proceeded to map out a swastika on the light grid, and it made a really beautiful song. hence the wanting of one. he also got a guy out of the audience to come up and just poke his fingers at it, and it was stunning.
highlights of the show, bill bailey's french pop cover of gary numan's cars, complete with hideously produced film clip featuring bill bailey getting in an out of an old car and driving it around the country side, crazy daft punk esque lighting effects and car horn solo play frantically by the musical genius himself. bill bailey's rap song. after breaking down the meaning of lyrics in popular songs, such as you're classics golden brown for instance, which is said to be about heroin, but which bailey says could just as easily be about the plight of the red squirrel, he moved on to the nonsensical and misogynistic lyrics of pop songs such as akon's lyrics "jump up in my lambourghini galardo" which only hobbit's would have to "jump up" into as they are so low, which is followed by the lyric "perhaps you can bend over" big fat question mark as to what is going on in that song. Bill Bailey then comes out after the interval and puts on some phat beats which he raps too as only bill bailey can, finishing the song with "I'm the dali farmer". classic.
his short film complete with live accompaniment.
his final poem "when you left me, i was alone"... Like clown fish without nemo, like twilight without em. and until you come back, i'm like whitney without crack."
what heartfelt prose.
i won't say too much more because he does have some more shows coming up around town and if you're going i don't want to give you a full run down of jokes and songs because that would spoil the experience.
in other news, uni started back today, woo, i had a cinema screening in kaleide [spelling?] for asian cinema, and as lisa french, australian cinema extraordinaire, is programming the course this year we started off with 4 short films all made in australia either by asian australian's or simply by australian filmmakers relating around asian subjects. i had such high hopes for this course, learning about a different kind of national cinema. the lectures are all by someone different every week so hopefully it won't be too focused on the australian perspective of australian culture and looking out from here, because that's not what i wanted to study. disappointed i wont have the lovely peter kemp for my final year but he is taking one lecture so at least that is something.
at the festival office again today. i ahve filled up my pass and bought more tickets as well, so far i'm seeing:
the myth of the american sleep over
the illusionist
world on a wire
air doll
rubber
chicks (life at the ranch)
symbol
the trotsky
scott pilgirm vs the world
blank city
and the late program at nova screening "too much pussy" and "L. A. Zombie" back to back from 11pm
it is shaping up to be a good festival.

ms

I can't help it, he's just such a babe.

long time no post

so it has been way more than a wee since I last posted and i know that a very huge episode of doctor who has been and gone in that amount of time but it has taken me this long to really let it all sink in. now i'm just waiting for the dvd to come out so i can watch it all again from the beginning right through to it's epic conclusion. I'm going to stop posting spoiler alert type alerts because i figure by now if you've been reading this blog you can basically expect that i'm going to be discussing doctor who among other things and that if you're planning on watching it and don't want the shock and surprise to be ruined then you really would be reading some other dumb blog that discusses hum drum existence and the millions of pictures that are posted of what that person wore on a particular day and why. "i wore floral stockings today because i'm soooo kooky. lol. don't you just love irony?" you'll get none of that here and if it's what you're looking for then leave now. If you are looking for something a bit different, what i would describe as the existential crisis faced by a nerdy girl trying to fit in with the in crowd [because let's face it, i did used to manage one of the hottest bands in australia right now and helped them find a manager who could take them to the top, I have been a columnist at a weekly magazine since four days after my last high school exam, i did an internship with the people who manage gotye, little red and the temper trap and organise the laneway music festival for a year and a half and after one year of volunteering i have moved my way up from lowly usher to office guru having awkwardly sexy water cooler moments with the executive director of the melbourne international film festival. if all that doesn't equate to the cool or "in" crowd then I don't know what does, and a watch with the TARDIS on it doesn't exactly blend in.]
so, the last episode. we decided that a party was in order and due to lovely girl's proximity to the boys gig on the same night [which was cancelled] but we decided to keep it at lovely girl's house anyway. i spent the better part of saturday baking and decorating a cake like a TARDIS. it was the most beautiful cake i have ever seen. i almost didn't want to eat it. and lovely girl made us all bow ties to wear and then made cookies shaped like bow ties for us all to eat. yum. so we arrived pretty early due to my crappy train time's meaning i was either a bit over an hour early or about 15 minutes late, and i am not the kind of person, as you could probably tell, who would miss the beginning of something so important. so we decided we needed some tea because tea is very british and doctor who is very british and we ate the biscuits and some cheese. then when it was time and everyone had arrived we sat down around the tv in our tweed jackets, bow ties and matt smith inspired boots and got ready for quite an adventure.
so, we left off with the doctor locked in a box called the pandorica which was made by all his greatest enemies who had teamed up in an alliance against him and he couldn't get out, rory the plastic bot thing had shot amy and she was dying in his arms while he cried and river was stuck in the TARDIS which was about to explode sucking all of time and space and reality and history and the future and everything that had ever been and ever would be into the cracks in the universe and the only person who could save everyone was stuck in a big old box.
but the nature of time being as it is, and the doctor being a time travelling time lord means that things aren't always necessarily linear, and as much as he tries to always keep everything as it is meant to be [for he has been to the future and knows what it is meant to be like but with all the inspiring the dalek's to time travel and what not] things are not always as they seem. so, we open in the future where young amy as we first met her is going through life believing in stars eve though they are just a myth. [i know, what, but all of time and space and reality is collapsing, and as we saw at the end of last week, the stars were the first to go] then we go to where we left off with rory crying over amy's body and all of a sudden, poof, the doctor appears out of thin air wearing a fez and carrying a mop. later we find out how he was doing this seeing as how he was stuck in a box, but rory now has the sonic screwdriver and goes to release the doctor. not quite sure how he initially got the sonic screwdriver to rory as, how did he actually initially get out of the box in order to time travel to rory with his time vortex manipulator thing to give him the screwdriver that would allow him to get him out of the pandorica in the first place. so, amy is not dead and we know this because the future fez wearing doctor tells us so. he also tells us that amy won't be able to be saved until a smidgeon of her living dna touches the pandorica while half dead her is inside. and how will that happen? rory asks cleverly. well, basically the pandorica will keep her alive as she is for as long as necessary, which is approximately 2000 years in the future when amy is little amy as we first met her and has only been alive for a few short years and can be lead to the museum where the pandorica is being displayed, touch it, and release amy, alive and well and as baben' a 22 year old as ever. but that's 2000 years in the future, how can we make sure the pandorica is safe and well and in the right place in 2000 years, so much could happen in that amount of time and we know already what the future holds. but wait, we have an immortal plastic rory in love with amy right here, and he's dressed up like a roman soldier and has a gun in his fingers. he can protect her. and that's what he does, for 2000 years rory makes sure amy is safe and can be reawakened. naw. i did shed a little tear at this point and then was so close to full on weeping when he appeared out of the shadows after a story about the mysterious soldier looking after the mysterious box throughout history, but then disappearing after he was seen dragging the box through the flames during the london blitz. obviously at this point one would be forgiven for thinking the man was dead as he was made out of plastic and would have melted in the flames, but it turned out he was a security guard at the museum, still looking after the box. and here we all are, up to speed, doctor, amy, rory and little rory all alive and well 2000 years in the future after the doctor was first put in the pandorica and everything around them is fading away. but amy wasn't the only thing reawakened when the pandorica opened. the pandorica after all is a sort of life support system and it keeps things in its air stream safe from harm and protects history and all that, and being that this is a rather unusual museum, what with a pandorica and such in it on display, it also has a dalek on display which, having caught a whiff of open pandorica, is momentarily bought back to life, but without enough power to really do any harm. enough to make the doctor stumble into a display and pick up a fez and pop it on his head. then when he is thinking on his feet about how he is going to save everything now that everyone is fine he stumbles upon a mop and is about to throw it away when rory's expert memory jumps in a tells him that was how he looked when he time travelled all those years ago to tell rory to put the sonic screwdriver in amy's pocket and to put her in the pandorica and get him out. so he hits his wrist device and disappears back to that moment then pops back to the museum. then he asks little amy how she new to go to the museum and she shows him a not, so he writes her another one and pops it through the mail flap on her door the day before. that's when i first noticed his hat, the first time that happened, and i got excited because he's gotten even quirkier and more amazing, experimenting with hat's, what a genius.
anyway, all this popping in and out continues. he realises the sun is actually the TARDIS exploding and that's what the earth has been the last to go, because the exploding TARDIS kept it warm for all those years and river has been stuck inside in a continuous loop doing the same thing over and over for 2000 years and so the doctor pops in to save her and bring her back then the dalek appears, a little bit charged. firstly though river asks about the doctor's hat and he replies "fez's are cool" as only the doctor can, to which amy grabs it off his head and river shoots it. so they get back inside and think they're safe for the moment because the dalek is still running on low power and will need to reload his energy and the doctor says they have 4 minutes and he knows this because when future him popped in and died in front of them all he told him that the dalek shot him and he subsequently tells the other that he will die by the dalek's hand[? i guess they don't really have hands. pointer?] in four minutes. when this occurs he pops back to tell past him what previous future him told him and then we're back on track with amy and rory and river as little amy has been sucked up in the cracks. so after river destroys the dalek they go looking for where they know the doctor's body fell, but it's gone. they were of course a diversion and he took the time to go and set himself up in the pandorica with his time space manipulator attached and is planning to fly it into the TARDIS and create the second big bang and everyone will wake up where they're meant to be and he will have never existed.
ah, i hear you saying "but the doctor once said that that which can be remembered will not be forgotten". yes but of course this is different because he is the doctor and will be on the wrong side of the cracks when they close and will never have even been born. so as the cracks are closing he is rewound to all the times and places where the crack appeared and watching them close. he uses this opportunity to tell amy something very important while her eyes are closed and she is in the forrest surrounded by weeping angel's. this occurred in the actual weeping angel's episode but we know now that it wasn't happening in the time line of the weeping angel's episode and it is why the kiss on amy's forehead was so loving and out of place because they didn't really know each other, i mean not the way the doctor knew rose tyler, that's why it seemed out of place. anyway, he eventually appears in amy's childhood bedroom where he first discovered the crack in her wall and he tells her the story of the TARDIS while she sleeps, a mystical machine the the doctor has been borrowing for quite some time. he meant to return it of course, he is an honourable man, but with the time war and everything, he just got a little carried away. a great big blue box that is new and at the same time old, it's constantly changing on the inside and remaining a constant on the outside. then he crawls through the crack and disappears from existence. then we're ten years in the future and amy is waking up on her wedding day, having remembered her parents she was able to bring them back [for as you know she was bought up by her aunt as her parents died when she was very young] and she is getting ready to marry rory who is no long a plastic cyborg man but just normal plain old rory. at the reception amy receives a book, a blank book that was left by a strange lady. amy is confused and rory reminds her that on your wedding day people give you presents, even if they don't make sense, and this one was like that old saying as it was old, and blue and all of the sudden amy stands up and starts screaming for the doctor. then rory remembers as well and the TARDIS appears in the middle of the dance floor and the doctor pops out decked out in wedding attire.
they dance and have fun and then river shows up to get her time vortex manipulator thing back and then disappears again as she does, leaving the doctor guessing as to what's to come. then amy and rory come out and get in the TARDIS and are off on their next adventure.
so that's a basic overview of the final episode. very basic, but i tell you all this to highlight that there are still a lot of questions to be answered. for instance, the silence. in the very first episode that white ghost alien thing that came through the crack in amy's wall and got inside the bodies of people like that weird lady and the creepy twins said that the pandorica would open and the silence would fall. we know from the brief moment moffat the genius was on confidential that the silence is a something or a someone as he kept referring to it as them and it, but we still don't know what it is and the pandorica has been opened. we also don't know who river song is and why she is so important to the doctor in the future. i can't help but think she may have something to do with what the face of boe told the doctor in his dying breath that he was "not alone" which made me think that there are other time lords sill out there like there are a million dalek's appearing throughout time and space despite the doctor thinking they were all dead from the time war just like all the time lords were, except for him. we know that moffat has grand designs and you can start to link things based on what is said and done in the episodes that he writes as opposed to those written by others. i have a feeling then that river is perhaps another time lord. i haven't worked out if she's evil yet or not but that's what i think. she also doesn't deny or confirm if she is married and if she is married to the doctor or not, if she kills him or what exactly she has to do with him at all. she calls him sweetie so there may be something intimate going on, we don't know yet. this little twist may lead to an explanation of susan though, which i would like, because it has been 47 years and we still don't know how or why the doctor has a grand daughter. we also still don't know why amy is so important, i mean the fact that she had the crack in her wall and the universe was pouring into her head as she dreamt is important to the whole exploding TARDIS conundrum, and the something old something new something borrowed something blue caper was integral to saving the doctor, but why did he land in her garden when she was a child after he first regenerated from david tennant into matt smith? we still don't know. and why did the alliance use her memories to trap the doctor? this we also do not know. i mean it may have had something to do with the fact that she was his companion, but it could have been going on for way longer than that. we don't know. really really can't wait for the christmas episode and the next season. i've said it time and time again, moffat is a genius and i absolutely love love loved this season of doctor who. the whole season. there weren't any crappy annoying episodes, i didn't have to work at liking matt smith's doctor, everything was perfect and nerdy and wonderful.
back to catching up now. i've stall warted a bit with the millions of birthday's i have had and now working at the film festival, haven't had a hell of a lot of time to sit down and watch an ep of doctor who, but i am about three discs into the third season of the new series where the doctor goes adventuring with martha, whom i love. i mean i feel bad about rose and everything but the doctor has left behind companion's so many times he ought to just move on and be a bit more grateful that a baben' doctor in training has agreed to go adventuring with him.
i'll speak more about old doctor who catch up ep's later as i am also still watching the william hartnell eps as well and must discuss properly.

cliffhanger

not sly, the doctor. woah. what a week. so there's this pandorica thing right and it's meant to have all the scariest things in the universe are meant to be inside the box safe from destroying the universe etc like pandora's box. so that's what this weeks episode was all about and if you haven't seen that one don't read on.
so the episode opens with the classic "hello sweetie" calling card of doctor river song after she has received a call from winston churchill after he received a message from vincent van gogh, a very distressing rendition of the tradis exploding which i'm thinking from his reaction is what made him eventually snap and become completely insane resulting in him taking his own life, but that's just a side thought, a bit of extra steven moffat brilliance. anyway, so river song graffitied the oldest cliff face in history with a message for the doctor. he knew about the exploding tardis already of course because in the silurian episode when rory dies because when he reached into the crack he pulled out a chunk of the tardis all burned up and broken and such, so it's nothing new to him but it all is starting to come together. so, river song made the doctor meet her in the roman era in great britain and they road off on horses in search of the legendary pandorica. but it's all the scariest things in the universe, wouldn't you want to bury it never to be seen again? of course, but you'd want to know where it was just in case right? so if you're in britain and want to landmark something that huge, where do you put it? under stonehenge of course. so that's been explained now then, a big land mark receiver thingie hiding the most feared thing in the universe and it's opening. the doctor doesn't know what is inside but it's opening, and that's not all. the rocks are sending out messages all over the universe telling everyone, the dalek's, the cybermen, the silurian's, the soltarin's, everyone that it's ready and they're all to come immediately. now the doctor, being the doctor, is ignoring all the coincidences that keep happening, but he should be trying to connect them all because not only did amy love the roman era at school, but she also loved pandora's box when she was a kid, and guess who fell through the crack and woke up in roman era britain? yep, that's right, rory. but the doctor is ignoring all this and trying to figure out who is in the box because all his greatest enemies have come to see it open, so it must be big, but what is it?
i'm quite unimpressed he didn't figure it out sooner i mean he is asking himself "why does everyone else know who you are and i don't know who you are?" of course it has something to do with you doctor, it's a trap. i wish he wasn't so badass cos he would have run away. so anyway it ended with river song trying to land the tardis after it was taken over by some outside forced but she landed against a brick wall and couldn't get out. but of course river song is on an alternative time path and we know already that this isn't how she dies because her death hasn't happened yet. but i guess when all the doctor's known enemies have teamed up in an alliance because of these cracks that have been chasing amy all over time and space, perhaps they have a better control of time and can rewrite it. the doctor's deal has always been preserving it and making sure it's all on track and stuff, i guess making up for being the only time lord left or something, he feels he is the protector of the course of time or something and when glitches happen in the matrix he has to go and patch it up.
but river song must still be alive because she died the first time she met the doctor [from his perspective anyway]. but also i think she has to be the one to kill him. i'm interested in river song very much but i will only read further on her when this series finishes in case i read too much, and we're having a party for the episode next week so i don't want to know anything.
so i guess we get the amy thing now then. the 26th june 2010, the night before amy's wedding is the night the alliance stormed amy's house and stole her memories, using them to trap the doctor. which i guess is why rory was there. he wasn't really rory because he had a gun hand and he shot amy, but he remember being in the cave and falling through the crack and none of the alliance would have been able to know that unless they've mastered the art of time travel and time control.
but i don't want to think about it any more in case i crack some sort of code and ruin the next episode.
let's just leave is at how sucky it is having the doctor trapped inside the pandorica with amy dying/dead and river song about to blow up and none of the alliance listening to the doctor. they put him in the pandorica because they got the message about the exploding tardis and that destroying the universe, and seeing as the doctor is "the only one who can fly the tardis" he must be the one to blame. but who just flew the tardis into a black hole of kinds and can't get out...

what a week

This week has been a full on busy crazy weird week indeed. it began, as most weeks do, on monday. I had planned to do some work around the house but when i sat down to do my column and sat up once finished, everything was being done, so i did some little odd things, updating some old piccies of events for friends of mine from the start of the year and they've asked me for them. for instance at the start of the year lovely_girl had a garden party and i took a could of pictures of the events proceedings and she wanted them so i put them up, then i got a call from the boy [very exciting getting calls now because my ringtone is now the doctor who theme song :) ] and he said he wanted to go to the movies so we went to kino to see rocket science which is a lovely film about high school debaters and kids with lisps and it was made in 2007 but released now for some strange reason. anyway it was written and directed by the guy who made the documentary spellbound about the national spelling bee kids, so his incite into the nerdy activities of the high school debate team kids was incredible. it was dry, witty, clever and heart warming as well as shocking, hilarious and wonderful. i want to see it again but i'll save my money for other things. i don't want to say too much more because i feel i might ruin it, but if you get the chance to get down to kino while it's on i suggest you go see it. on monday's you can see films there for $7. how awesome is that?
tuesday i went to catch up with lovely_girl and we spent the day looking for scarves and bow ties for our respective boys. the boy lost his scarf a while ago when someone stole his bag off the train, so i bought him a new one. it's very nice, and he actually likes it. win. i also used the opportunity of lovely_girl meeting up with her new boy to introduce myself and make sure he's good enough for her/ he was late getting into the city but i can forgive him for tardiness [the boy is the worst so i know that boys aren't generally very good at getting to places on time no matter how much they like the girl] and because he seems really lovely and he makes lovely-girl absolutely glow with happiness, and that is definitely a good thing.
after my lovely day out, the boy and i went home for dinner and then returned to the city to see the greasers and the custom kings at the toff. it has been a while since i've seen any of that crowd and it was great to catch up with some old friends. i also got the opportunity to say hello to my old internship boss. she's lovely and i haven't seen her since laneway so it was good to see her again. the bands were wonderful as always and they played some new songs i hadn't heard them play before so that was good. we got home at a reasonable time and had a good sleep [well a long sleep, i don't sleep well at all when it's cold and i think my snuggling up to the boy for warmth may have made his sleep quite restless too]. we got up at an ok time, meandered through the morning and then got on the train to the city. i started work early and couldn't hang about but we used some of my coupons to get free burgers and donuts and went to fat to see my beloved diana [the camera i really really want which is on special and i shall make mine one day] and had some coffee. then on bourke street we parted ways, the boy to the comic book store and i to the station. then work and home.
on thursday the female_parental_unit and i went into uni to the radio studio's so i could put the music together for her wakakirri. it was great, i'm so nifty at sound editing. afterward we went to sister bella for pizza and chips and mum bought me a cider. yum yum. then we went looking for tea pots but couldn't find any reasonably priced/nice ones and so we went to the order of melbourne so that she could see the place where i want to have my 21st. she liked it so i can book it in now and it'll be grand. then she went to catch the train and i continued shopping until i met lovely_girl for an exhibition opening at no vacancy where they were giving out free chai with a shot of butterscotch schnapps. yummy. it was a good show but i wasn't really in it. i'd been walking around for ages from shop to shop looking for a tea pot and i just wanted to sleep.
when the boy and i got up this morning we watched Hausu, this fantastic shit japanses fantasy horror film from the '70s. go out and see it because it is hilarious.
anyway, the biggest news was that last night i got an email from the melbourne international film festival offering me some work in the office during the festival, so i'll be in there with all the important people, working the room and making sure they all know me and how hard a worker i am and shall all give me wonderful jobs next year.
i'm super duper excited and simply cannot wait.

oh doctor

a little on the doctor's adventures later, firstly, it has been an epic week and my little reminisce of the brilliance of last weeks doctor who made me completely ignorant to just how amazing a week it was. firstly, goodbye australia. unfortunately we're just too attuned to the world around us and the booboozella's distracted us too much, couldn't concentrate on playing good footy. and those umpires, dont get me started. it was a gallant effort and i applaud the boys for doing us proud.
second, goodbye kevin dudd, hello julia gillard. in a matter of hours we went from a male prime minister to a female prime minister, and in the hours since it has been female this and red head that. goddamn it, get over her hair already. also, i'm kind of disappointed that our first lady pm is the result of factional party members and not the voting public. it makes it seem less historic. now if she does get actually elected at the end of the year, then maybe i'll feel it, but at the moment i feel a bit cheated.
and man, that tennis match. 10 odd hours. jesus. i couldn't even imagine watching a game that long let alone playing it. my goodness those blokes are game. that's the most amount of world records i think that have ever been broken during one game. how historic. and i can't for the life of me even remember their names. hmmph.
so, today was the community cup, the greatest footy match of all time. forget the big leagues, forget world cups, forget world records, head down to elsternwick oval on the right day and you'll witness sport at it's greatest. the espy rock dogs [made up of members of local bands who have played at the espy before, or at least really like the espy and support local music etc captained by dan sultan and vice captained by tim rogers of you am i fame, managed by Fred Negro and with members including all the spazzy's, a couple of vasco era's, a cosmic psycho and a spiderbait or two] battle it out against the megahertz [a team made up of rrr and pbs presnters and program directors etc, co-captained by two lovely ladies] for the community cup while before, after the game and at half time a diverse range of local bands play for our enjoyment, including, this year, the living end. and all for a five buck donation. so the game got off to a sluggish start, as it usually does, but picked up in the last half, particularly final quarter, and we had a real game on our hands. there was a bit of actual footy on display, which was unusual, and in the dying seconds a megaherts goal resulted in a one point upset that saw the rock dogs lose for the first time in 5 years. it was a great day. and i got home in time to waltz over to nana's to watch doctor who.
so, the doctor got stuck in some b oring english suburb and decided to rent a room in a little flat with a sweet boy in love with his best friend. turns out, oh yeah, if you havent watched this episode, head my warning...

SPOILER ALERT!

you've been warned.
so, the upstairs of the flat is actually a space ship that has gone into emergency mode and is killing people so that it can go home. so the doctor moves in to try and figure out what it is, meanwhile, amy is stuck in the tardis and it's whirling around the universe, in and out of time vortex's etc and the doctor is talking to her on a snazzy earpiece. pretty cool. and it turns out he's really good at football. who'd have thunk it?
but the best part of the ep by far was when the doctor was having a shower, and then... he got out of the shower in a hurry because he thought his flatmate craig was in trouble and in his rushing... he dropped his towel. i think my heart stopped for a moment. it was super sexy.
so, there are only two episode's left, and at the end of this episode amy found the ring. the ring the ring, i sound like i'm talking about lord of the rings but i'm not. speaking of rings and lords and spoiler alert's, i've never read lord of the flies and today at the game one of the commentator's, bigsy i think, let it slip that at the end of lord of the flies everyone dies. damn you bigsy. anyway, back to the doctor and the ring.
the ring is the ring rory bought for amy when he proposed. then rory got sucked into the crack and his memory was erased from amy's mind. poor amy. and rory. anyway, she doesn't remember rory at all and yet his ring is there in the tardis, because the tardis is special etc, all other traces of rory are gone. so i guess, there is hope for him yet. anyway the ep ended on amy looking at the ring all shocked and crazy music etc, but i don't quite know what she was thinking. it's hard to say because she could have been remembering rory or she could have been thinking "shit, the doctor wants to marry me. hey yeah, that could be good". firstly, amy, back off, he's mine. secondly, you're not the marrying kind. thirdly, does the doctor even marry? i don't know. river song alluded to it, but she's back next week too. i wonder if we'll ever get an explanation as to susan ie the doctor's granddaughter who travelled with him way back in 1963. it could be coming.
my grandma must have thought i was going mental. there was a crack in the wall at the doctor's apartment and i started going a little batty, gasping and saying "oh my god oh my god oh my god". it's all going to come to a head soon. it's so esciting. only to ep's left. and next week, the shit, hitteth the fan... eth.

back

the semester is over so the boy and i decided to take off for little under a week after i finished a rainy alice in wonderland themed picnic tea party fashion shoot and he finished playing a gig with his gypsy swing band in a hole in the wall in northcote which i attended without having watched doctor who and accompanied by my old roommate. while the boy and co were tuning and sound checking etc we read the penis book. it was quite informative.
the gig ended pretty late and we didn't get back to his place for ages so we decided our best move would be to watch doctor who in bed, then sleep and get up and go to the beach early in the morning. it was a good plan. if your have not watched this weeks doctor who yet ie vincent and the doctor, then perhaps wait until you have watched it before continuing to read this post because i will be discussing it and such and yes, you have been warned.
so, in this episode the doctor takes amy to a vincent van gogh exhibition at a gallery somewhere where bill nighy is the tour guide and upon noticing an evil looking monster thing in the window of a painting of a church he asks bill nighy when it was painted and then takes amy back to the 1800s to meet the dude himself. [whilst discussing this and that with bill nighy the doctor compliments him on his bowtie and again utters the words "bowties are cool". i almost lost my shit, it was such a cool moment. i, however, digress.] So they go back and vincent is as confusing crazy as ever, or is he. the townsfolk think he is mental but really he is special, he sees things in the world that we can't see, for instance, evil monster looking thingies in churches that get about terrorising people making him look crazy. the doctor doesn't think he is crazy and he helps him by defeating the monster alien thing, only to realise that is was just scared and alone because its own race had visited earth, not liked it, and he got left behind. but in some way they helped the thing because by killing it they put it out of its misery.
at the end of it all, and totally consumed by the gravity of vincent's depression and knowing that he is going to be one of the most significant artists of all time can't bare to think that he would continue the last year of his life thinking himself worthless, the doctor takes him to the museum in the future to the exhibition of his works and get bill nighy to explain what he thinks of vincent van gogh, which was this beautiful speech about him being the most significant artist of all time and that his expression was eloquent and his torment so vivid it made anyone viewing his painting compassionate and sad. it was obviously a lot nicer than that but it was so sweet because vincent thought so little of himself and his craft and when he was listening to that i started crying. it was a beautiful episode.
when they took vincent back to his own time amy rushed back to the museum hoping to see hundreds more paintings but the exhibition hadn't changed. she got sad because she wanted to have an impression on the painters work and she thought they hadn't until she walked into the room housing his famous sunflowers and above his name on the vase was amy's name. how sweet. so the time line was a little off because he's already painted sunflowers before they got there and he didn't actually go on to have the most prosperous year of his painting life before he killed himself because he actually killed himself a month after amy and the doctor went to see him, and he had both his ears etc, so the episode was a little off, but it was still very beautiful.

so after that we slept then in the morning on monday we went down the beach. our first port of call was the supermarket, then the various op shops around. we went to lots of op shops and i finally got me a faux fur jacket. it's fairly understated as far as fur jackets go, but i like it. i think i'll leave this post here with a nice picture from out picnic.

If you are in a country that is even just a week behind australia aka 2 weeks behind the uk screenings of doctor who, don't read this

you have been warned.
so, rory is dead. and far worse than that he was captured by the crack and has been erased from history, only the doctor remembers him now. to everyone else, he never existed. never even born etc. So amy was balling her eyes out and screaming and what not and there was nothing they could do. and as soon as they got to the surface of the earth after facing off with the surilian's [that's how i always knew them, but i think it this episode they were called silurian's] amy didn't even remember him and the doctor, obviously being a higher being, is now plagued with the guilt of rory having died to save him, because the evil surilian was about to shoot him and rory jumped in to push him out of the way. what a hero. but now the poor doctor has to live with having caused another death. it wasn't really his fault at all, it was that damn ambrose's fault. if she had have just listened to the doctor everyone would have been fine. but she had to go and taser the nasty surilian and look what happened. dumb bitch. when the doctor gives you instructions and says everything is going to be fine, listen to him and do as he says because if you do, everything will be fine.
it was so sad when rory died because he was so certain he was going to live because him and amy saw themselves 10 years down the track and he felt for sure they were still going to be together then and come back to this place to get a glimpse of themselves. the doctor found rory's engagement ring though, well the box at least, so perhaps there is still hope later on in the series, because i was starting to like the idea of amy running off and getting married and making room for a new companion ie me.
the doctor reached into the crack before it got rory and he pulled out a big broken chunk of an obviously destroyed tardis. and the plot thickens. this series really has me clinging to the edge of my seat and every time an episode ends i am so tempted to go on my favourite website and watch on. but i have reserved that site for catching up on series one with christopher eccleston and billie piper. i'm about half way through episode 5. a space ship has crash landed into the thames and the doctor has gone to figure out why. meanwhile, thinking she's been gone for 12 hours, rose is dealing with the fact that she's been gone for 12 months and everyone has been really worried about her but she doesn't know how to tell them where she's been. i mean, how could you even begin to explain what has happened to you in a situation like that without being put into a loony bin...
sure it's fine for us normal people who watch doctor who to just turn around and be all like, it's all real, there is a doctor who travels through time and space and the show is just based on him. his adventures are actually far more spectacular and for some reason he picked me to go with him for a bit. k thnx mum bai. i'm off to 3020, the year the surilian's come and co-inhabit the earth, gotta go make sure it's a smooth transaction.
speaking of normal people, a homeless man came on my train this morning and asked us all for change. no-one really looked at him until another homeless man shared his change with him and started saying "these normal people are probably loaded and they don't know what it's like, you know what i'm sayin'?" now before you get all up in arms about me ranting about homeless people, i know it's not always their fault, but they're not my responsibility and i shouldn't be made to feel guilty because they don't have anywhere to live. the man with the cup of change started talking to a lawyer who said he might be able to get his state trustee money [which, because of his heroin addiction they wouldn't give to him, i don't know actual details of these kinds of things, i don't even understand why when you vote for the greens you may as well be voting for labor or something] but he'd have to clean himself up. so there, i can get angry about this guy waving his cup in front of the little old lady sitting next to me and calling us all "heartless bastards" because we wouldn't give him change because he was just going to spend it all on heroin [he admitted that himself] and also i was already paying for him to be on the train because he was fair evading.
he was on the verge of getting violent and after hearing of brawls happening on platforms at southern cross and elderly citizens getting pelted with rocks as they try to get on the train on the frankston line, i think it has gotten to the point where we actually need security staff on trains, because i don't feel safe any more. the guy today asked my why i didn't give him any money, i looked like i'd have change and i said "i'm a student, i don't get any hand outs from the government, i can hardly afford to catch the train myself" [which during certain weeks is entirely true and as that week could come around soon, i'm not giving any of my money to someone who chose the lifestyle that he did]. so then he tells me that i'm lucky because he couldn't even go to uni because he's too poor. no, you couldn't go to uni because you fucked your brain up and didn't work hard at school. you don't have to pay up front to go to uni. if you work hard and get good grades you get a commonwealth supported place which means you don't pay for uni until you start making money. and i'm not lucky because i could afford to buy a bottle of juice this morning or have a really cool sudoku book, i worked damn hard to get the money to pay for those things, so don't lay your guilt trip on me. you made your life this way when you had your second hit.

back to the beginning

As you may or may not know depending on how closely you read this blog and how much you focus on things other than my annoyance at being lactose intolerant and putting your own anger into my words, then you would know that i have gone back to 1963 and am planning to watch every season of doctor who up to the present. episode 6 of the first season sees the introduction of the dalek's. they're pretty retro. still have the same lame computerised voice and all the lame features as now. it's amazing how similar they are now considering it was 57 years ago that they were first seen. and the doctor has radiation poisoning so he's not quite as valiant as old matt smith and his jam biscuit. in fact he's pretty useless. i hate the first doctor. he's so devious and sneaky and doesn't care about anyone else but himself, he's very annoying actually. if he was a little less creepy looking perhaps he would be charming, but i just find him annoying. and his companions, geez. a bloody geography teacher trying to be all tough for his english teaching girlfriend and the unearthly child... give me a break.
the dalek's are as evil as ever. they're a little hard to understand so i don't quite know exactly what they're planning but i know they're going to let the doctor and his companions die so that they can do something with the drugs that would save them from radiation poisoning. the special effects in this series are amazing. and the acting. my god. the dalek's are the most charismatic characters in this season, and they're just giant cheese graters on wheels.
i sound like i'm really hating on doctor who, but i absolutely love movies and tv shows that are so bad they're good and all these things i am listing that seem bad are actually redeeming qualities. but the thing i said about hating the first doctor is a bad things. i thought he was meant to be a character we aligned with, who we liked and wanted to root for. but he's just cruel and nasty.
wow. the dalek's were once teachers and philosophers. how strange is that...
the innuendo of this other race who have battled against the dalek's and now seek help because the radiation left over from their war is killing their food supplies, their innuendo is very lame. he he. "not yet a woman. ha ha."
the doctor and susan and babara and ian have defeated a dalek. he sucks electricity from the floor, like a dodgem car or something. but what they didn't realise is that the moving devise isn't the dalek and the engine inside isn't an engine, it's a dalek and although it's made of metal and everything it can move around by itself. creepy. i'm getting some insight into these characters of late. i wonder how they will approach them when they come back in the new series now that they have a new paint job and are all regenerated. will they exterminate the whole universe? i dont know.
one thing i will say is good about the doctor in the first series is that he is inquisitive and likes to explore things. i guess this is the one thing carried from doctor to doctor. i guess it has to be passed down, how would they generate story lines if he was just boring and didn't want to look in to anything.
you can see how they had set out to make the dalek's the doctor's deadliest enemy and all. i'm already 5 episode's into this disc and they're still trying to defeat them. unbeknown to them the dalek's are in the throws of killing themselves. they've become dependent on the radiation and have to drop a neutron bomb in order to restore the balance.
god my back hurts from all the dancing i did last night. I'm afraid alcohol has the effect on me that i assume pills have on other people. it makes me want to just go and go and go and go and go... i did a pretty good job of paparazzi-ing it up though, took a couple of hundred photographs of the mexican antics, including a tequila poisoned birthday boy hurling the entire contents of his stomach onto the grass. poor kid. oh to be young again.

almost there

i'm taking a little breather from my feminist classical hollywood cinema essay in order to finish an energy drink in order for me to type quicker and have this blisteringly amazing essay in on time. yes i do realise that feminist classical hollywood cinema is an oxymoron, but i'm attempting to insert a healthy dose of general feminist theory to defend the rights of the sex symbol [she may be exploited by the studio system with her power lying in her flesh, but she makes a good living from this and hell, if she wants to be sexy she can be sexy] and deconstruct the world of hitchcock down to its psychoanalytical roots. it's the end of semester and i promise i won't be talking like this after today. it's just bad timing. i'm not always such a pretentious film reading twat.
boy i type quick when i am drinking energy drinks. my brain can hardly keep up.
the boy came down for a visit at lunch time and we had a little picnic together. i must have said something to annoy him but i don't remember so another likely scenario is that he just felt like annoying me but anyway, as our internet connection in bacchus marsh is primitive at best, we have blown the monthly limit for the second time which, between my doctor who love fest and the siblings obsession with one tree hill [please do not ask me why, i don't understand] and the fact that it isn't on australian tv anymore and the next season isn't on dvd yet or is but is really expensive and the fact that i keep missing doctor who on account of the fact that i work every sunday night, it's not that hard to see why, when it is only the 11th of the month, our limit has been blown. i'm really rather sick of not having a proper connection simply because we are so far away from a major city. like i have said previously, rudd, get your act together. i want my fast broadband and i want it now.
the point i was getting at was that the boy decided not to let me come over on monday and watch doctor who on his computer because he's annoying and does those kinds of things, so yesterday when he was all "i won't let you" i went on the computers on the bottom floor of building, where i am currently completing my essay and where people hardly ever come because no-one really knows it is down here, and i checked if iview worked in here, and it does. the fandangly new computers in building six won't play iview so you could imagine my shock and excitement when i discovered that the ratty old ones in building six do have iview.
anyway, it's friday now, not thursday and my essay is completed, handed in and wonderful. i'm hoping very wonderful because i need to come back from my credit earlier in the semester. as the computers at rmit don't do a lot of things they did last year i am having trouble making my m4v video an mov and in the mean time have decided to have a break from academic blogging, tumblring and uploading content to the pool and am focused on catching up on the one episode of doctor who i still haven't had a chance to watch which is the victory of the dalek's. this title worries me because i don't want the dalek's to be victorious at anything, and as i know from the last episode, they are somehow helping out winston churchill in world war two. anyway, i have watched the first 20 minutes and am waiting for the next 20 minutes to load. man i love this website. more on this ep when i have finished watching it.
ok, first of all, how brilliant is the doctor to be able to ward off extermination from the darlek's with a jam biscuit? he is such a genius. but the boy was right, this episode did change my mind about the dalek's. i don't think they're as lame as i used to think they were, stupid over sized cheese graters that can't go up stairs.
i just had to wipe away a bit of a tear from my eyes. i feel so bad for the doctor. he's such a nice guy he couldn't sacrifice the world to get rid of the dalek's once and for all. and now they've gone into the future to regroup and become the ultimate dalek's, the kind that can destroy the universe. i just have one query, if the dalek's don't have arms, how on earth are they able to make tea and robots and spaceships and the like... it is one thing that bigs me about doctor who to no end.
i just can't see how he's going to be able to destroy them this time. and why is he so sympathetic to the human race? i thought it might have something to do with the future and these supposed amazing advancements we make and what not. i think it might have more to do with the fact that we look like time lord's and considering the doctor is the last of the time lords and had to sacrifice the whole of his race into an eternal battle with the dalek's in some time space continuum then he perhaps sees saving the human race again and again as some kind of redemption. i don't know, but it's great to see the new series dealing with the doctor in such a deep and meaningful way. i mean most people either love it or hate it, they think of the doctor who as some amazing show about this trippy dude who floats around the universe going from one time and place to another. other's like myself, see it as THE BEST SCI-FI EVER! and by that i mean it isn't just some dude in a blue box flying around in time and space, he is the last of his species and has a lot to be sad, angry, remorseful, apologetic, excited and scared about, but he just gets on with his business, saving the world and such.
i'm really getti9ng excited about the crack that is following amy around now. i wonder how it is all going to end...

test of strength

the mental kind. i'm still a little frazzled by my car smashing incident on friday and i am feeling a little apathy toward my uni work. i have so much due this week though and i don't know when i am going to be able to find time to do it all, or the assessment criteria, this has got to be the least organised year at university ever, can we not just be sent a piece of paper at the beginning of semester saying every assignment, how much it's worth, what it's being marked on and when it's due? i'm so sick of trying to work my way through the confusing staff blogs, which we also didn't even get a link to at the start of the year, we just had to guess it basically.
and i'm sick of everybody communicating on facebook and just assuming we're all getting the message. there is a feed that i haven't been able to look at on any computer and i have a feeling it has something to do with a meeting we're meant to be having before all this is due on friday. whatever, if they wanted me there they could have sent me a message or called.
god i'm so sick of slow internet. so kevin rudd worst pm ever, when are we getting our so called high speed broadband huh? i could use some of that right now. i don't care that you're welcoming that damn jessica watson home after going around the world in a boat, from what i could tell from all her blogging she had better internet at sea than we do on land. get your act together and stop being a smarmy kiss arse and get some actual work done. or did you forget that there's an election this year and at the moment no one wants to vote for you...

where'd you go doctor?

before i get onto my internet hassle's trying to catch up on missed ep's of series 5, last night's episode, which i stayed up until 12am watching on account of iview reloading if you leave it to buffer for too long, was well scary.
they're going to dissect you amy pond... there will only be a dozen of them... or maybe a whole civilisation living under the earth... roll credits.
WHAT!!!!!
to be continued at a moment like that, with the surilian's planning a mass exodus of human life on earth. btw, what is with their blatant racism... we, the so called apes, did not force them under the ground, they went there on their own so don't be angry at us we could have lived in harmony, it only took us 2000 years of "civilisation" but we learned to accept people of all skin colour's, why not add green and scaly to the mix too... and stop calling us apes, lizards. damn i hate the surilian's. nice twist though. dalek's and now surilian's, i wasn't expecting so many classic monsters to come back so soon in the season. next thing you know the cybermen will show up and the real nostalgia party will begin. and i don't mean scary as in the surilian's are particularly nasty, i think the writer's outdid themselves scare wise with the weeping angel's, those things were fucked and i just got a shiver down my spine thinking about them. goddamn those were two scary episodes. luckily for me, on account of work, i watched them in reverse, catching up with the first one on iview after already seeing the second. so the whole to be continued scariness was lost on me, thankfully. but i mean this episode was frightening on account of the to be continued and the fact that the surilian's are angry primitive lizards who want to dissect amy. LEAVE AMY POND ALONE! aka STEP AWAY FROM THE BABEN' FLAMIN' BEAUTY!
the doctor will save her though. but he won't be able to save them all. i know, because the bbc doctor who website doesn't have the disclaimer "if you are in another country don't look because future secrets get revealed on this site". and they know what country i'm in anyway because i was in the wrong region to catch up on past episodes on their website, so why didn't they block sensitive information? i'm very upset that i know who is going to die now, and that, indeed, someone is going to die because unlike a soap opera or a sitcom doctor who does not need to advertise the upcoming episode with crap like "who will survive?" [insert montage of major and minor characters pulling ambiguous facial expressions]. still though, damn you bbc.
today as it was monday and movies are $6 before 4pm at nova on monday's, we went to see animal kingdom and it was superb. i was clenching everything i could clench even some things i didn't know clenched throughout, pretty much the whole film. it twisted and turned and it didn't lose me for a second. i was a little put off by the leading performance by James Frecheville at first, but after a while i realised that, given his position in the world, was fairly justified in being so blaze. i think i'd be the same, maybe, given the circumstances. i'd perhaps be a little more open to seeking help from outsiders, but i don't want to go into it too much because i will spoil the film for those who haven't seen it and would want to.
i'd say it'd be level with i love you too on my list of favourite films for the year, but only because they're both so different and i couldn't possibly separate them fairly. that brings my total of australian films seen at the movies this year to 3 and shall soon be 4 as i plan to see love lust and lies sometime next week. or perhaps i will save it because miraculously a single man is still on at nova and i may go see it next monday.
anyway, this was going to be longer but i started looking for jobs and places to live in melbourne and now i am tired.
more on my struggles to watch doctor who online later.
ps, thinking of having a doctor who themed birthday party, no big deal, just the most awesome theme idea ever. :)

season one

of doctor who is LAME! but i think that's why i used to watch the old seasons in the first place. aside from it being on at the same time as the nightly news and the perfect distraction from watching the news, i loved it because the monsters were lame, the story lines were dull and the effects were fairly primitive. I know it was 1963, but i have seen pretty spiffy, top notch films from the '50s with better effects. i recently bought an edward d. wood jnr box set from jb online, so i obviously love film/tv that is so bad it's good. but comparing viewings of the old and the new, it's interesting to note how scary the monsters in the new series are. i started to watch the beast below last night [one of the episodes i missed due to working on sundays and iview only stocking the past two episodes at a time] and the weird face monsters in that are very scary. i didn't get to see the end because it wouldn't load so i don't know just how scary they were, but from what i saw they terrified me.
ok, so i actually just went away and finished watching that episode and those face moving things weren't that scary. but at the beginning, very scary. the dalek's are in the next episode and the boy says if i can get it to load and watch it then my mind will be changed in regard to the dalek's, because at the moment, i don't find them all that scary. i mean, the things can't even go up stairs. oooo, i'm terrified. though apparently they have the power to destroy the universe, so i guess that's pretty scary. i just can't take self moving wheely bins that say "exterminate, exterminate" in that crappy little crackly voice seriously. especially because my god father has a little toy version of them with a sensor and he used to put it at the foot of his stairs [classic] so that when you came down the stairs and set it off it would move its little nozzle around and go "exterminate, exterminate". so i grew up with that before i even watched doctor who, so that's a possible reason. pretty cool though. perhaps it's the same as my gripe with star wars. the boy was so disappointed when he found out i'd never seen one that he borrowed them [the first three made, not the first three in the saga, apparently only the trilogy will do] from the library, sat me down and made me watch them. when it got to the bit where vader switches the tables on luke and says "i am your father", the boy literally got a shiver down my spine and said "ooo, it get's me every time", whereas i, being the popular culture elitist that i am, have seen that scene acted out so many times that it washed over me like nothing. perhaps the toy dalek is the same kind of thing as many a pop culture reference and has taken the shock/scare factor away from me.
apparently though, after i watch this next episode, if i ever do, i'll change my mind about them and understand why they're THE big bad in doctor who. [i'd just like to quickly point out that i just typed from big to who without looking down at the keyboard. touch typing win. or maybe it's a telling sign of how often i type the words doctor who. wow so i can totally watch the tennis and type without having to really divide my attention. go stosur.] so they're kind of like spike before the whole chip in the brain thing in buffy, because of the whole ultimate bad guy to beat in those seasons thing, and the fact that she never does. or i guess like vader to luke. or the_bragger to me. my arch nemesis. i don't think the_bragger knows they're my nemisis, but i assure you, they are.
have you ever wondered what kind of person online singles match up thingies would match you up with? i'd love to do an experiment where a whole bunch of couples join up and see if they get selected for each other. it'd be tricky convincing people to do that though because if they didn't match you up with your partner you'd start to wonder why and if your matches are better for you than the person that you are already with. the ad's keep coming on during the tennis and the only ad we want them to play is the puppet ad where all the pretty girl puppets dance around to maniac because last time it was on mum said there was a nerdy boy puppet in the background and he was really funny. i'm normally sick of seeing that ad because it's like the deformed cousin of the thunderbirds and they play it to much, but as soon as i want to see it, they stop playing it isn't it always the way?
i love that the so called "masterpiece that defined australia" is a tv show about the dirty scummy underbelly of our country. god my touch typing is just about legendary. thanks internet. i doubt if my skills would be this good if i didn't have the net. my typing got so much better and quicker when i first got msn. i guess because i was on it so often, and when you're chatting to like 10 people at a time you want to get your message out as quickly as possible and move onto the next window.
the boy is coming over tomorrow to console me about my near death experience. i'm going to get lots and lots of snuggles tomorrow. i cant wait. i miss his snuggles and i need them more than ever at the moment.

my theory stands

young drivers aren't the problem on the roads because they're the worst drivers, they're dying on the roads because older dick heads are out there to kill them and when they're confronted with a difficult situation, they don't have the experience or skills to deal with it accurately.
today i went to uni to do group work, we had a quick little meeting and then i had to do some blogging because i realised i in fact had four blogs due today and not just the three as i had thought, so i had to do that extra one. doing that, tappety tap tap, then the others come back from an hour of vox pops, we watch the videos, i show them what i did for our presentation last friday, finish my blog and go to catch the train. the slowest train of all time. i get home 20 minutes late, which effectively equals 20 minutes late for work. rush home, get dressed in a split second, get in my car and head to work.
of course i'm stressed because i'm late for work and i've asked for more shifts and it doesn't look good if someone who's asked for more shifts can't even get to those shifts on time. but i've been late before and 20 minutes is nothing compared to some other people, and the fact that the speed limit in bacchus marsh barely gets above 50 km/h, i had lulled into acceptance of my lateness and accepted the fact that most people go down the street at about 20 km/h. there's a guy driving in front of me, one of these nervous breakers who put their brakes on for no reason and look for a corner for about a kilometer. he finds his corner... i'll illustrate this in pictures.

so the blue car is vincent and the green car in front of me has only just put his indicator on at this point. he's basically around the corner and only just decides to put his indicator on, but i'm late for work so i'm not mincing around to give way to the people coming out of the corner obviously because i am on the main road and i have the right of way.

so there goes my beloved vincent, taken away by a toe truck in a fountain of my tears, flashing police and fire brigade lights [called to clear away the mysterious fluid pouring from my broken car] and the shock stares of onlookers.
the idiot who didn't wait for me to go before he went around the corner could hardly speak english, thought i was either drunk or under age and he would be in the clear, didn't even want to call the police, but two women across the road who had come out of the shire hall for a cigarette and got me out of the car because i was still sitting in their crying, shaking and calling my dad, gave me a hug and told the guy to call the police because a crime had clearly happened and it needed to be reported.
i was pretty shaken and my breath-o-liser [i don't know how to spell that] was clear obviously because if you have noticed from reading this blog i hate people who break road rules because car accidents ruin lives and i would never drive under the influence, so the police exchanged our details and i was free to go and make a claim. mum said she thought the man was taken away by the police, but i don't know for sure, i was too shaken to notice, i just couldn't stop thinking of vincent's bonnet all wrinkled and leaking something and not starting and i don't think i'll ever be able to drive him again.
we had some good times me and vincent. i love that car. i know there was a lot of rubbish in it, but i did love that car, and the dried up flowers are the male_parental_unit's fault, and so is some of the mess. but i really relied on that car. i need him to get to work. i need him to go places i cant get to by train, which is most places from here. this is going to severely affect my life in a serious way and i am not looking forward to it.
also as i had a traffic collision on the way to work i am a shift down this week.
grrr. i hate the world.

starfucks

yeah that's right. i said it. i hate starbucks. i have to catch my trains from southern cross, so when we got there today and had e bit of time we decided to get coffee. the problem with southern cross though is that there are no cafes around, just the coffee places at dfo. the chocolate cafe is pretty expensive and their coffee isn't even that good, so we went to the only other place with coffee/hot chocolate, starbucks. i wanted to get a coffee with chocolate or caramel in it. it turns out, the only hot chocolates and mocha/caramel coffees they have all have cream on top. i was going to just get a hot chocolate but ended up with a soy flat white. this is how it went down...
me: do you have any normal hot chocolates?
starbucks_bitch: you mean without cream?
me: yeah. a hot chocolate without cream.
starbucks_bitch: no, but we can make you one without the cream.
me: but you'll still charge me the same right?
starbucks_bitch: yeah, it'll still cost the same.
me: and then if i get it made with soy milk you'll charge me extra for that?
starbucks_bitch: yeah, it'll cost extra.
me: so basically you're saying that because i'm lactose intolerant you're going to charge me more to get less?
starbucks_bitch: *stunned silence*
yeah, that's right. we're not all big fat american loving, cream guzzling, full cream milk drinking bogans. i hate the way franchise coffee places rub in the whole "you can't eat whipped cream or drink dairy milk. ha ha." bitches. and what were they thinking, opening up in melbourne... i'm so glad they are losing business here. melbourne is known for a lot of things; fashion, art, sport, great food, laneways and coffee [other things too, but i thought that was a well rounded list]. so if you can go down any stinky alley way and get a coffee for like $2, why would you go to starbucks and get a tall mocha frappa loca latte for $5? who knows what they were thinking... stupid americans.
i've been doing really good at saving the last couple of months. every week i take $40 out of my bank account and put it into a tin that you have to can open to get into. this makes it easier for me to save because if i have to physically get a can opener to get at it, i'm less likely to get it out and spend it. once i have the tin and can opener in hand and i've gone to all that effort i can stop myself, but if i'm just putting it into my net saver account i can still simply get it out through net bank. i've also been saving all my tips for the year, but that's so that me and the boy can go to gold class and have the most amazing two year anniversary date ever. i was also starting to put $50 a week into my net saver account every week, but when i started getting less shifts i couldn't afford to because i still need money to catch the train, fill my car and up the credit on my phone. i need those things to survive, so i had to just save the $40 and my tips. but my shift numbers have picked up and a few people are leaving the restaurant, so hopefully on the holidays i can work as much as possible and save save save, then move out of home and live the life.
i was with the boy yesterday walking his dog to the supermarket to get dinner. we walked past a house that has been half complete since i've known the boy and i asked him why it had never been completed. he told me that it had never been completed because the couple who were building it had got a divorce and if it were completed, the wife would have been entitled to half, so the husband left it there, half finished and rotting away in the middle of suburbia. i love that this is the kind of folklore attached to buildings on his side of town. suburbs stop being built out my way so my little country town is considered a rural area and rural areas have buildings with folklore such as captain moonlights half built church a few kilometer's down the road. the story goes that an old bush ranger called captain moonlight posed as a clergyman and convinced the town folk that they needed a church, so he raised some funds and got building. half way through the building process he told the towns people that he needed more money to finish the church, so having come into small fortunes through gold mining, the townspeople gave him more money, but before construction began on the church again, captain moonlight took off with the loot and the church has remained half built ever since.
we have bush-rangers, they have divorcee's. i know where i'd rather be.