Thursday, 13 August 2009

pedos and flicks

recently watched lord of war. fer wanted to watch it with me but fell asleep before the dvd menu came on. lolol. but it's okay, nothing to worry about.

anyway it's very much like thank you for smoking, except it's an autovideography of an arms dealer instead of a glorified cigarette promoter. i loved it, especially the intro, which is the span of life of the average bullet, from the bullet's viewpoint. to bring the message home, the bullet ended its life inside a child freedom fighter's head. nice touch, that.

the film depicts the rise and fall of nicolas cage, à la the arms dealer. well not exactly fall, but if i explain it i'd ruin the show.

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recently got a present.

fer asked if i wanted a pedometer. the first thing that came to mind when i heard that was: is that something that measures how pedophilic you are?

anyway i thought since she already gave it to me i might as well use it.

first time (noon): 6075 steps.
second time (night): 6105 steps.

hang on. how come i take more steps at night than in the arvo? something does not compute here. and i walked more in the arvo too. does that mean i travel farther per walking step as compared to per jogging step?

what a shitty thought.
that bloody thing's broken.
i'll test it again.

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went for mongol last night. it's about genghis khan's childhood life. and he was damn cute as a boy.

not that i'm gay.
or a pedophile.
there's that word again.

anyway moving on, i actually saw the review four months ago on some film festival on tv. i thought it'd already run it's course or wouldn't be shown here, so i went looking for the dvd. took me two months to realise the bloody reel was still on a cargo ship somewhere, on its way here.

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i've recently taken to researching a bit about cars in a bid to do up the pug. i haven't really decided exactly how it'll turn out, but don't expect it to end up like those stupidly loud and garish sports cars, tastelessly modified with bolt-ons and useless bits like racing windscreen wipers.

it's going to be as exciting as a grass-growing competition cause it'll be a five-year-or-longer process, and i'm not going to be a flashy asshole about it and update this blog with constant crap about the car.

so don't hold your breath.

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and i watched fifty dead men walking too. it's about the irish republican army versus the queen's own at the height of their conflict. i read so much about the ira that it was a jolt when i actually saw the way they lived and loved.

guess that's the difference between a book and a flick; the book allows so much room for imagination while the flick only gives you the director's idea of how it should be. hmm, if you look at it that way the book merely shows you the way the author thinks too.

oh well, it wasn't a waste of money. not at all.

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sometimes when i'm looking for something in the house i'd inadvertently think of the 'ctrl' and 'f' buttons on the keyboard.

wouldn't life be convenient if you could find everything using the computer?

glasses found.
cigarettes found.
keys found.
wallet found.

yes it would.

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some people have been commenting on my greatly-reduced blogging frequency. i'd just like to point out that i blog as and when i like, and it's not for anyone's entertainment. what's the point in pounding the keyboard when i have so much more to do? it's not like i haven't got a life here. so don't push me.

i did actually take loads of stupid pics and wanted to upload them onto friendster, but then isn't that site dead? a bit like grooming a dead chimp isn't it?
oh well i'll get around to it.

and yes, i did say i'll put more pics than words on this blog.
yeah i'll get around to that too.

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