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.

procrastination

so i was just wasting some time waiting for the person on the computer near the wall to get off so i can plug this fucking external hard drive in and get some damn work done [i don't know how video editing fell to me seeing as i am the only person in the group who didn't do film and tv last year and i have no skills in anything but imovie, but it has.]
but i was trawling through some blogs looking at stuff and i thought i'd have a look at this danish street fashion blog because once upon a time a girl called Anne Nygaard stopped lovely_girl and i on swanston street to take our photo for afore mentioned blog to see if our photos had gone up yet, and they have. we're so big in denmark right now. i'm not putting the picture up though because we have weird faces and i also am still not revealing my identity [i like to create crazy conspiracy theories in my head and live in a fantasy world where someone would be reading this blog, think i am fantastic, find out who i am and try to find me, killing me, resulting in my face being all over the news as another victim of the evil interweb.] people who are my friends and already know my identity, please keep it a secret to help me keep the mystery alive, more for myself than for anything else.
[i wrote that part yesterday and saved it so i could go to the library and borrow the complete first series of doctor who before my hold on it expired, and as i have done that and moved on to today, i shall continue moving this post on as well.]
I'm in the production studio at uni waiting for my file to convert so i can get editing. finally something i'm good at, audio. they never used to have the net on these computers, but i guess it's a good thing because converting takes ages when the file is huge. i was originally in production suite 2 because tuesday was completely blank on it, and some girl knocked on the door and tried to tell me she had it booked, but i saw right through her. she didn't have it booked at all, she just wrote her name on the door because she saw that i was in there. well she won't get away with it this time. i'm in edit suite 3 now and i've put my name onto the next three hours so no-one can disturb me.
last night the boy and i went to see the losers. it wasn't too bad but seriously, the big bad guy they were trying to kill was pretty much the worst bad guy in the history of hollywood movies. he had absolutely no motives for any of his actions, he had no back story, his left hand was all mangled and we never found out why, we never found out why he wanted to start a world war, why he had so much money or why he was such a fucking dick. it annoyed me so much. otherwise the character development wasn't too bad, a little shallow and under worked. i think they tried to make up for the fact that the script was lacking so heavily with a shit load of cool slow motion sequences and big explosions. there were so many slow motion sequences. and wacky editing to make boring bits seem more interesting than what they were. they cut up this part where two of the characters were going down some stairs so that it was all snappy and in time with the music like it was some kind of film clip or something. there were heaps of kills songs which i didn't mind, not like bloody iron man and all the fucking acdc. i think the use of inter-titles i guess you would call them, little calling cards throughout letting you know [in case you didn't already] that this is a film based on a comic book] was a little over bearing, little sequences where the characters are in their comic book form and where physical locations have their names stamped over them. if you wanna make a comic book film then make one, don't try and make an action film with little comic book interludes or calling cards. go all the way or don't go at all because it's annoying. iron man, we know it's a comic book film so there's no need to put in any stupid illustrative features or [just as a blatant example i haven't seen since '69] speech bubbles and sound effects panels. there's no need for that. then you have the example of the watchmen which is hyper realistic, looks the way you imagine a comic book to look if animated etc, but they don't go in and out of this and another genre of filmmaking, it's not cheesy, they get the desired comic book effect without all the lame gimmick's. that annoyed me a lot about the film.
chris evans was pretty good as comic relief, very cute. and he's got a bit of a comic book thing going at the moment. it's funny how people somehow seem to fall into these kinds of genre's. jeffrey dean morgan was also in the watchmen, but chris evans is going to be in scott pilgrim vs. the world and he's going to be captain america when that comes out, continuing the role in the avengers series. apparently he also played the human torch in the rise of the silver surfer, and was one of the voices in TMNT. and who could forget johnny storm in the fantastic four? me, i didn't even go and see the fantastic four because it looked crap.
the babe from up in the air anna kendrick is going to be in scott pilgrim vs the world too, and michael cera as scott pilgrim. should be a good film. and kieran culkin, macaulay's brother who played igby in igby goes down is also in it, so i guess is a great, strong, ensemble cast makes for a good film then this one out to be great. it's about a guy [cera] basically who must defeat his new girlfriend's seven evil ex-boyfriends in order to win her heart. if that isn't a recipe for success then why am i even trying to head into this industry?
anyway, enough rambling, let's just leave this discussion at max [big bad from the losers] is a shit bad guy and no amount of killer moves and big explosions and slow motion will fix that. in horror the whole bad guy not having a motive things works great. do we know why hannibal lector liked to eat people? no. does that make silence of the lambs a bad movie? no, it makes it scarier because if there is no motive or probably cause then how are we meant to hunt down these psycho's? but in action films you need motive to be driving the action. we know why the losers wanted to find and destroy max, to clear their names and get revenge on the guy that fucked them over and killed all those innocent kids. but what were max's motivations to begin with? he just seems like a dumb child, and dumb children don't have the kind of power, malice and money that he had. i hope they explain it in the sequel.
in other news, last night i found out that the boy forgot to watch doctor who this week even though he didn't have work at the same time and he had a tv at his disposal. how could he? yesterday i wore a bow tie and seeing as i didn't go home last night, i am wearing it again today. so the boy got out his bow tie and is wearing it today too. i also convinced him to wear his tweed jacket. i have my own little doctor who now. he said he was uncomfortable being so dressed up and he felt like he stood out, so i just told him "we're on brunswick street, you'll do anything but stand out". we went to the pancake parlour for brunch. we slept in really late on account of not getting home from the movies until about 12.30am, which is late, and then after discussing the film for ages we wouldn't have actually gone to sleep until about 2. i tried to go to sleep but he kept talking. that's what happens when you work at a place where your hours are something like 9pm til 3-5am.