V. for Vendetta, a ‘movie’ starring (beautiful until bald) Natalie Portman and DAMN IT Hugo (can’t go wrong, y’ad THINK) Weaving is utter, utter — oh-my-lord — BALLS.
Please take an hour out of your day to stand guard at the box-office. Help educate the poor sods who listen to the crazy Mexican suggestions of ‘friends’ by suggesting they give you the ?Ǭ£5 that this shit cost us to endure, tell them you’ll kill a kitten if they don’t listen up - people like kittens.
BALLS. I’ll say no more - its really not worth it; posting is free- my sober criticisms could harm children or kittens.
No, I will say more- the Wachowski Brothers should be killed. Now, c’mon its been at least 3 posts since I’ve used such an overstatement (I save them up till posting time) and its been a good time since I used angry CAPS.
But V. for Vendetta… the film… the piece of crap (not worthy of a glance, let alone production)… thing… is every bit of inuendo ridden, clitch?ɬ©d up, over-dramatic *insert loud soundtrack* driven BULLSHIT we do NOT need - esspecially, oh and this makes me really mad, especially if the studios are running this as a political or mirror on today’s (USA’s) problems.
What’s the point- don’t go and see it. I’ll kill a kitten for every ticket soiled by the name V. for Vendetta.
I wasn’t wearing my I’m Blogging This t-shirt but I’ll tell you about yesterday’s trip up to Foress and its surrounding countryside. It was chilly, I was running late (due to my Gilbert & Sullivan records arriving in the post - and some early morning Pinafore
Continue reading ‘A Day in The Country’
See the post downstairs? Yeah, well anyway- I’ll be making the 3 hour bus journey tomorrow to Glasgow to attend el grande Party-o of Mcrae & Sarah’s doing. Quincy left me a message last night at 0103, it read; “EVERYONE”.
Its gunna be a big one, if anyone reads this knows where my spare battery for the Sony has gone, I’d love to know. I can’t be arsed to shoot on film indoors.
UPDATE: I took the train.
Two Zero; that’s me, in years (and i’ll be talking like Christopher Morris for the rest of the week).
Into the heart,
Into the heart of a child.
I can go back - I can stay awhile.
?¢?í?† “Into The Heart” by U2 from Boy.
I had hoped to catch up on some Coppola (2) template crunching time this morning, but since i’m traveling to work on a bus - I’ve mentioned them here before - its impossible for me to think let alone code anything of substance. It’s costing me ?Ǭ£10, for around 40 miles of travel. The train is cheaper, but I didn’t believe myself that this was the case.
If you ever travel in Scotland, don’t take the busses. Really, don’t waste your day. I say day because the headache traveling in one of these noisy, vibrating, juttering, shells will cause one hell of a bad start to the day (in my case end to the week).
How could I be so stoopid, busses- really suck balls. I think I may sue Stagecoach for breaking the hinges on my last laptop… no wi-fi, no little pull down desk, i bet the air conditioning doesn’t work. [it doesn't] Ah, screw it - I’m in a bad mood now, what a terrible day.
Oh FFS, just as I typed that, the excuse for a driver rounded a corner which cuased my case to go flying on to the floor, my new iBook just got his first scratches too.
Note to self / traveler: DO NOT USE THE BUSSES.
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