So Dark Knight? It was totally awesome. Nuff said. All should go watch it, I’m gonna be going again this weekend for the IMAX version. I love you Batman. Why wont you answer my calls?
This Saturday I’m helping shoot a video for a band from Hamilton Boy’s High to be put forward with their application in the Smokefree Rockquest. I forget what their band is called, but they sound great and it’ll be fun. I hope.
And speaking of smokefree, yes, I still am much to my own amazement as well as everyone elses. It’s now coming into the fifth day and I’ve not had a single cigarette despite all the usual times of having a good puff from driving, to after a sweet awesome meal to taking breaks at a shitty shit filled job to hanging around other smokers smoking away and very much so enjoying it. Five days now. I should get a medal.
And… I have nothing else to report. I had things to say, been thinking all day about saying them, but have simply come up blank on what it was to be about. Oh well.
Here’s an article on incressed UFO sightings in Britan.
And a great re-subtitled video of Downfall that me and my film buddies are having a great laugh over. There seems to be a lot of different versions of this concept from problems with Windows Vista to xbox 360 issues, but this one is my favourite.
Probably one of the more bizarre discovered ‘possible murder’ scene stories I’ve read in a while…
Joyce Germain, 59, was found dead in the bathroom of her ground floor unit in Darlinghurst in April 2006. The inquest into her death will hear from four persons of interest.
Ms Germain’s body, which was half naked, was found covered with clothes, a hard hat was on her chest, and the cord of an iron was loosely wrapped around her neck. The cord of a toaster was wrapped around and hanging from a shower curtain rod and red lipstick was smeared over parts of the bathroom
Okay, which is weird of course, but when you go into the details of the investigation…
She had been wearing a dress that was found to be pulled up near her shoulders. A knife was also found in the bathroom but Ms Germain had not appear to have any knife wounds on her body.
A syringe was also found in the bathroom, it contained DNA from a neighbour, Chady Wazir, a person of interest.
Wazir told police he had found Ms Germain dead and had remained in the apartment with her body for some time shooting up next to her body.
However, he denied inflicting any injury to her.
And then…
Another man, Robert Kaminga, came to the attention of investigating police after yelling from his balcony above Ms Germain’s flat that he “knew who did it”, Det Const Milburn said.
When he went upstairs to speak with Mr Kaminga, the detective said, he found “leather items, whips and chains hanging from the walls” for use in sexual activity.
Det Const Milburn said Mr Kaminga told him: “You can be my master any time, come round after work.”
When he reminded him it was a serious police investigation, Mr Kaminga replied: “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
Okay, I’m pretty much copying and pasting the most of the article, but those are the highlights of strangeness that seems to surround this case. Can check out the full article here.
Turns out the flu wasn’t as bad as I planned it to be. Was only a light one that lasted about two days total, at it’s worst. Still a little sniffly, raspy, but not as bad. Probably cause I jammed a lot of pills, herbal teas, soups and other voodoo magic remedies down my throat the moment I realised I was getting sick. That… or I just lifted some weights and the flu got scared and decided to lead a life as my bitch instead. Take that.
But still in the middle of one quite busy period. Teaching, working. Dropped flatmate off in Auckland this afternoon cause he needed a lift up there for his work and me? I crave Fatimas like no other can crave. Seriously, that place, it’s pita meals, so… freaking… amazing. Just blogging about it makes me want to go back up and get some more.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to stick around and catch up with some people I’ve been meaning to catch up with, but all in good time. If all goes to plan, I should be back up next weekend. Hooray!
But filming stuff for freelance tonight and plan to film more stuff for fun this weekend. My body clock is so out of whack right now, I can’t even remember how much sleep I’ve been getting. Ah well. Tough like the ukelele.
Man, this post has been sparatic. Going the hell to bed.
Hilarious comedy from the MTV movie awards. Another pointless ceremony, but there’s the occasional awesome moments like Robert Downey Jr kicking Jack Black in the nuts. link.
Bo Diddley has died. That sucks. But his sweet music lives on and I must familiarize myself more with it.
And finally, The Stripper Candle. “It’s a candle and an alibi all in one! You don’t smell like a stripper. You smell like a candle.” Genius.
Okay, I think its time to leave the internet alone for a while now.
In what seems to be my new quest of posting weird things instead of blogging about my own personal weird things…
Some rare photographs from a helicopter of an uncontacted Amazon tribe and the subsequent photos of them freaking and getting pissed off at the sight of a helicopter. Article and photos here.
A Man whole loves cars. Loves, loves cars…
The 57-year-old Washington state native first had sex with a car at age 15, and says he has never been sexually attracted to people, female or male. And he feels no need to change.
“I’m not sick and I don’t want to hurt anyone. Cars are just my preference,” he told British newspaper the Telegraph.
His current flame is a Volkswagen Beetle that’s he’s named Vanilla, and considering a typical woman’s reaction to Smith’s spreading himself around, she’s very low maintenance (not counting trips to the mechanic or pricey imported auto parts).
And finally a tripping fruit that alters your taste buds and temporarily changes the tastes of things.
CARRIE DASHOW dropped a large dollop of lemon sorbet into a glass of Guinness, stirred, drank and proclaimed that it tasted like a “chocolate shake.”
Nearby, Yuka Yoneda tilted her head back as her boyfriend, Albert Yuen, drizzled Tabasco sauce onto her tongue. She swallowed and considered the flavor: “Doughnut glaze, hot doughnut glaze!”
The miracle fruit, Synsepalum dulcificum, is native to West Africa and has been known to Westerners since the 18th century. The cause of the reaction is a protein called miraculin, which binds with the taste buds and acts as a sweetness inducer when it comes in contact with acids, according to a scientist who has studied the fruit, Linda Bartoshuk at the University of Florida’s Center for Smell and Taste. Dr. Bartoshuk said she did not know of any dangers associated with eating miracle fruit.
I must get my hands on these sexy things. But not have sex with them like Car-lover-guy… well… maybe. Article here.
Tomorrow night is Circle Jerk and I shall be performing with 1 Fat Man by playing… I’m not even sure what. I do know I’ll be banging on various musical instruments, drinking a good few bottles of beer on stage and screaming through a megaphone ala Tom Waits style… sweet. But really, I have no idea what exactly is gonna happen, but I look forward to the apologies afterwards.
Have too many tabs open again, so… In other craziness in the world, a cat was aparently hit by a motorbike and then turned into a woman…
WHAT could be described as a fairy tale turned real on Wednesday in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, as a cat allegedly turned into a middle-aged woman after being hit by a commercial motorcycle (Okada) on Aba/Port Harcourt Expressway.
Nigerian Tribune learnt that three cats were crossing the busy road when the okada ran over one of them which immediately turned into a woman. This strange occurrence quickly attracted people around who descended on the animals. One of them, it was learnt, was able to escape while the third one was beaten to death, still as a cat though.
An awesome article on “The Street as Platform“, technology and it’s perceptions today… or something to effect, it’s a lot to take in, but a totally facinating read here.
And finally a news article on autistic people finding new freedoms using technology, the internet and Second Life. Very cool.
Came to work to find my limited edition copy of Tekkonkinkreet finally arrived in the mail for me. Very happy.
Anyway, onto the internet, which is far more interesting at this point…
Article on a Japanese sect was raided by 400 police officers on suspicion of murder can be read here.
The awesomeness of nano technology has unveiled the world’s smalled radio, details here.
Stuff about Archinect but really cool writings on Russian futuristic architechture can be read here.
And an even cooler thing, though for how long it’ll be available, who knows? Is you can download a complete copy of Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Was made into the excellent film Stalker and probably my next thing to read. Even if its an eBook. You can try grabbing it here
Balls tightening anticipation for Takeshi Miikie’s new film Sukiyaki Western. Like a bizarro version of Kill Bill, this is gonna be awesome.
A hilariously evil guide to Raising Your Mentally Retarded Child. If you find this funny like I did, you’re probably going to hell. That, or be forced to listen to the Spice Girl’s new song. Twice.
Forgetting if I’ve blogged this, but this video always makes me smile somewhat.
And finally, the most retardedly awesome idea for a film ever: “In 1945 the Nazis went to the moon. In 2018, they are coming back”. Hilarious.
Tired. Been working. An up and down week. But I’m tough. This guy who woke up from his own autopsy is pretty tough. But I can still wrestle down three polar bears with one arm behind my back… and arm that’s writing haikus. Cause I’m sensitive too.
