Monthly Archive for October, 2006

Proverbialisation

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theroo
on October 12, 2006
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37 weeks and 4 days.

263 days.

6312 hours.

Guess what that refers to.

I’m currently looking for a new place to stay. Does anyone feel the irony in that statement?

(Probably not).

The strangest thing is being in transition while being in transition. Hillsong always used to call being unemployed as a state of ’being in transition’ which, well, come on, was just a good way of getting people to think more positively when everyone knows that you’re just a jobless bum, unemployed. In all honesty, transition really sucks, regardless of the sugar coating you put on it. So being in transition while being in transition?…well, can someone please let me know what that should mean exactly? At work, at home, everything is changing.

To be perfectly honest I doubt I’m unique in this respect. The never ending tumult of my life just never seems to settle down and shut up, but instead I suppose insists on rearing it’s eloquent head and make that long narrow rocky road just that more … uh… narrow. And long.

And rocky.

Yes okay, so I’m actually writing about my personal life here. How low I have stooped. If i was me reading my entry I would probably close the window right about……. now. Or at least just scroll down and read the last paragraph. But what the hell, I’m in transition and maybe that means writing entries that try to encapsulate my feelings too.

Regardless, if I was reading my own entry (I am) I would tell myself to hush and deal with it, because inevitably that’s what you/I have to do. The world isn’t going to stop just so you can find a nice place to live in, or to find a better job, or to get a nicer paycheck. And most of all I would remind you/me of all the other people that have it worse off than you do.

So what’s the point of this exactly? None whatsoever. It’s just the inevitability of combining a seriously boring day with too much time and too much talking with friends about the could have’s and the would have’s and the usual ‘time flies so damn fast’ conversations. And, of course, the proverbial discussion about how one should have gotten that internship at such and such a firm when in your second year at university. (Proverbial has nothing to do with anything but it felt like a nice point to use the word).

Anyway, I ramble (you noticed?) and as such have released my feelings to the internet. It’s a better place now, can you feel it?

Toy Story 2

Published
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theroo
on October 7, 2006
in Film, Inane, Music and Rue
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You know you’re really screwed up when you use quotes from Toy Story 2 to communicate with somebody…

Jessie: You never forget kids like Emily or Andy, but they forget you.

Woody: Look Jessie, I know you hate me for leaving, but I have to go back. I’m still Andy’s toy. Well, if you knew him, you’d understand. See, Andy’s…
Jessie: Let me guess. Andy’s a real special kid, and to him, you’re his buddy, his best friend, and when Andy plays with you it’s like… even though you’re not moving, you feel like you’re alive, because that’s how he sees you.
Woody: How did you know that?
Jessie: Because Emily was just the same. She was my whole world.

When somebody loved me
everything was beautiful
every hour we spent together
lives within my heart

and when she was sad
i was there to dry her tears
and when she was happy so was i
when she loved me

through the summer and the fall
we had each other that was all
just she and i together like it was meant to be

and when she was lonely
i was there to comfort her
and i knew that she loved me

so the years went by
i stayed the same
but she began to drift away
i was left alone
but still i waited for the day
when she’d say i will always love you

lonely and forgotten
i never thought she’d look my way
when she smiled at me
and held me
just like she used to do
like she loved me
when she loved me

when somebody loved me
everything was beautiful
every hour we spent together
lives within my heart
when she loved me.

Jackass 2

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theroo
on October 5, 2006
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Below is an article taken from NYT regarding the movie Jackass 2. Upon reading you can’t help but seriously be intrigued by its crude raw feel. I watched the first one and while disgusted was oddly entranced by the pain and disgust of it all. Why is that exactly? I’m not sure how much of it is schaudenfreude and how much is just a fascination with, well, the extent people will go to for attention. Bizarre.

Taken from the New York Times

 

 

When the supermasochist Bob Flanagan nailed his penis to a piece of wood in front of a live audience, it was called performance art. When Chris Pontius sheathes his penis in a cotton puppet, dangles it in front of a live snake, and then braces himself for the fangs while his buddies double over in glee, it’s known as “Jackass.”

“Puppet Show” is the opening bit in “Jackass Number Two,” the second feature-length collection of stunts, pranks and self-inflicted trauma from Johnny Knoxville and his merry band of skate-punk yahoos. Much of what follows is too obscene to be described here; suffice to say that disreputable things are done with the ejaculate of a horse. It is also too exhilarating to spoil. Debased, infantile and reckless in the extreme, this compendium of body bravado and malfunction makes for some of the most fearless, liberated and cathartic comedy in modern movies.

You may prefer a Buster Keaton gag to the spectacle of a man leaping from a trampoline into a ceiling fan, but you can’t argue with its purity of expression. At the root of the “Jackass” project is an impulse to deny the superego and approach the universe, with all its hard edges and shark-infested waters, as an enormous, undifferentiated playpen. That, and the impulse to watch a 400-pound woman belly-flop on top of a midget. The Surrealists would have loved these guys, and relished the film’s signature image: the application of a leech to the surface of an eyeball.

Remorse and regret and all those things

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theroo
on October 5, 2006
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I think God thinks that we are very stupid.

No, not just stupid, I think He thinks we’re just completely inept and rather ridiculous.

Isn’t it strange how, as time passes, we simply lapse into a sense of apathy that after a while it is just the norm. It’s the frog in the hot pan syndrome isn’t it, boiled alive and not even realising what is happening.

But having said that, it’s always a relief to be made aware of a situation, to be told to your face that you’ve gone too far, and when you try to correct it, you actually can, or at least try, with limited success. I suppose all it needs is time, experience, and less bad judgement.

Warren Buffet was asked: ‘what is the secret to your success?’ his reply: ‘good choices’.

The next question? ‘How do you make good choices?’ His reply: ‘experience’

The obvious next question: ‘How do you get experience?’ His reply, and yes, not exactly unpredictable: ‘bad choices’

So my question is, how many bad choices do you have to make to get the experience you need.

Someone’s going to tell me that that question shows I need to make a lot more.

Can’t Buy Me Love

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theroo
on October 1, 2006
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Those of you who watch Grey’s Anatomy might not have seen Derek (aka McDreamy, aka Patrick Dempsey) in any other shows. However there is one that i watched a couple years ago from the 80s that registers along with ‘Pretty in Pink’ and ‘the Breakfast Club’ and ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’ that are the sort of movies you watch and then gasp out loud half way through when you realise ‘OMG that’s so and so from that movie in 2000!’. Anyway, this movie is ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’ a pretty much cliched predictable but nevertheless heartwarming story of the geek who becomes chic who then becomes geek again yet after all that transitioning still gets the girl. I only realised it was Patrick Dempsey in this movie last week upon reading GQ’s article on ‘How to watch Grey’s Anatomy with a girl’ which mentioned something or other about Patrick Dempsey being in some obscure 80s movie and lo and behold it was this one.

Anyway… watched it again and was just bemused (tremendously) at McDreamy’s over the top acting but loved the movie all over again.

Check it out if you can. I think Cindy is a much better catch than Meredith Grey. Less baggage!