Stop the (Word)Presses!

It’s 2am

I should be asleep so that I can wake up tomorrow for school.

But fuck, this is just too good and random to wait.

Firstly, all the following is from the Bridezilla Wikipedia Page. And none was done by me. I have an account on wiki, and I really can’t understand Japanese.

More on that later.

Anyways…

Click to enlarge. Now focus on the six there. The reference, that is.

Now see this…

Okay, enlarge that picture. You see something strange? It links to my review of that concert six months ago, yet on Last.fm japan.

In short, I’m the author of a reference on Wikipedia, a place reserved for academic luminaries or band’s myspaces.

This is weird.

The best thing to happen to commercial radio

I got Nova 969 to play The Beatle’s classic I Want To Hold Your Hand on Friday night.

They also played The Panics‘ Don’t Fight It just before it. That makes it, officially, the best six minutes of music ever on that wretched station.

And I’m proud to have been apart of it.

I’ve won tickets to U2 and CDs off Nova before. Yet no victory is sweeter than this one.

Interesting Observation

The red dot? When I wrote my article on the Big Day Out.

I’m going to review a lot more often now. Or something.

SIDENOTE: Anyone remember The Dot? That system Channel Seven used to keep its ratings high after the 2000 Olympics? Man, that was a weak attempt by them…

“Are you here visiting Australia?” “No, we’re just going to a Rock Festival…”

And so, a naïve pharmacist started what was set to be a big day, pun intended, at Big Day Out 2008. After all the dramas of buying tickets on-line at 4a.m., arguing with pedantic parents on my right to attend and a huge cancellation that came as unexpectedly as the death the day beforehand, I was on my way to what I hoped would be the first of many outings to what is an Australian institution.

Warning: Epic Post Follows…

So much has happened since the eighth

And yet not a single bit of documentation.

Shame on me

This place is being fixed over big-time btw. Slowly introducing tags!

Nostalgia Attacks!

A whole load of Pokemon and DragonBall Z cards hit me on the head the other day, as I went to open my wardrobe. Best taken as a sign that my wardrobe is a complete mess about to fall to the ground, but I took it as something much cooler. I took it as a sign that my childhood wanted a bit of interaction with who I am today.

Looking through the cards, I can’t help but feel all the memories flooding right back: going to Toys R Us for weekly “tournaments”, wearing my Ash Ketchum cap with pride, aiming to get mini badges that probably cost 50c a piece; spending all my allowance on booster packs; getting particularly excited when K-mart or Electronics Boutique had a card sale on; the joy of getting my first Charizard; waiting endlessly for Dragon Ball Z voice actors to sign my premium cards; buying folder after folder and box after to fit my ever expanding collection; entering “Kamehameha Blast-Off” competitions (probably my first theatrical experience) to win even more cards and action figures. Those were the days.

I’ll post a picture up of the cards soon. It’s funny, looking back at our childhood with such glee to those times, yet refusing to fully embrace it due to some sort of social barrier. I want to break that barrier.

My love for american chocolate

There’s a convinience store close to my workplace that sells a wide array of imported candy, chocolate and soft drinks. And I must say now, I am hooked. There’s now nothing more pleasing than wasting all my cash on edible imported goods that mix the strangest of flavours, two of which always seem to be peanut butter and chocolate.

I guess it started early last year when I chose a packet of peanut butter M&M’s on a visit to Sugar Fix in Westfield Centrepoint with friends. Everything about it attracted me. Even the packaging is superior to that of Australian chocolate: the slightly papery material ensures not slippery, sweaty, quasi-disgusting packets. The only problem with any of them seems to be that each product costs within the region of $2-$3.50, creating a large financial dilemma.

Maybe there is something more pleasing. Like finally paying off my new camera. Whenever that will happen

White Words on Black Shirt.

Is that news true?
Or is your News Limited?

Wins.

A sign in an undisclosed private venue’s toilet

NB:
Do Not Smoke In The Toilets
HAVE PRIDE MEN!

All it needed was “BE A MAN!” and this would be the best No-Smoking sign ever.

Snape. Snape. Se-verus Snape!

So last night, after much reluctancy, I finally watched the latest Harry Potter film. They’re really starting to get to me, to be honest. It’s essentially the same formula, in the same sets and costumes, with a different script and a SFX upgrade. I finally know what Nick Cave means by “things your respect yet just find boring and tedious” (as was his description of the ARIAs). On top of that, what the hell are Daniel Radcliff and the others learning from this? Seriously, showbusiness is a faux reality as it is. The least a person needs is to grow up in one entire alternate dimension whilst indulging in showbusiness’ little pleasures at the same time.

That said, the movie wasn’t half-bad, which is surprising. For once they respected the audience and didn’t try (too often) to throw fan service scenes at us. I mean, Ron stuffing up in Quiddich and Harry beating up Draco would’ve been fun to watch, but it isn’t really what the plot is about. They move things along effectively without making us lose focus and without scenes that feel overtly tedious. And the actors, for the first time since Prisoner of Azkaban, didn’t feel like they were an amateur performers group; these kids show some emotion, even at the most subtle moments.

The plot is hard to judge without criticising the book directly (although I can say it is heavily abridged, for the better) and, as I mentioned before, technically and artistically it’s the same-old same-old. Maybe it was my low expectations, but the film has it’s moments and tells its own story whilst still retaining Rowling’s brilliance. If you’re still willing to give the series a go, it’s not too late to re-enrol at Hogwarts.