3D reproduction of Brazil’s shantytowns via iheartmyart

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And then there’s this awesome footage of a Whale Shark that’s learned to feed from a commercial fishing net.

I think they might be right…

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And then there’s this awesome report on some late-night BBQ chips bandits.

Am home early today thanks to the flu looking to do something vile to my body. But just as the night is darkest before the dawn, a new fucking Dark Knight Rises trailer has made my fevered evening more endurable. Unlike the latest Prometheus trailer (that’s rumoured to be filled to the brim with devil-worshiping spoilers), this one at first, seem like it’s gonna head into that territory but then, Christopher Nolan’s shining fucking name blazes across the screen and it almost mutates into this insanely pants tightening sense of ‘okay… fuck yes. This is gonna be awesome.’

That or the flu meds are finally starting to work.

A few years ago I made the conscious decision to stop watching trailers. Avoid them at all possible cost. For me, the state of movie advertising has gotten so bad, that by the end of watching a trailer, chances are, you’ve already seen over half the movie’s plot*.

Thanks, but fuck off, no thanks.

That has been the norm for years up until this very week, where I just clicked that I’ve watched the trailers for The Hobbit, The Dark Knight Rises and now Ridley Scott’s Alien-esque prequel Prometheus.  Granted that they’re all teasers, yeah it’s just images and impressions of what the final film will be like, and hells yeah do I feel excitement for all of them, but man, do I feel very wrong in watching trailers again like that.

Anyhow, here’s the one for Prometheus, definitely more and more becoming my most anticipated flick for 2012.

* best example is the trailer for Drive. DON’T watch the trailer for Drive before you see Drive.

Sandy Skoglund

Despite having a four day weekend, still haven’t quite recovered from the last few weeks of intense work.  Partly due to Rugby World Cup celebrations, but mostly due to Batman: Arkham City, which is a good segue to finally post this…

The goddamn heat at the moment is being a real bitch at the moment. Slowly, bit by bit, I’ve been getting more and more things to do and with the current heat wave, it’s really hard to do anything but sit around and bitch about the heat. That or blog about how damn hot it is.

Actually, I’ve been doing a lot of long distance driving in the last few weeks and most of it during the day. Actually, by some internal clock coincidence or something, most of this driving has been occurring when the sun is at just the right angle so that no matter which direction up or down from Hamilton I’ve been driving, there’s well enough sunlight on the drivers side to give me a tan on just my right arm. So now my right arm is quite darker than my left and I’m starting to feel a bit like Harvey fucking Two-Face and a lot less like Batman, which is causing quite a complex for my motives in fighting crime at night.

Anyway, over the weekend, I drank and saw off my friend Cameron who’s now taken off to live in Melbourne, Australia for the purpose of well, to be in Australia. It was about as close to a spur of the moment act as any act of changing lifestyles can be. Just short of grabbing a passport, burning your house to the ground and leaving an intricate puzzle that’ll stump investigators for decades. Cause that’s how I’d do it and so would Batman.

Anyway, I wish him the best of luck in his hunt for buried Nazi gold and we can follow his travels along in his blog at https://cameronscott.blogspot.com/

Posting to this blog is sometimes like showering and eating and sleeping for me, I keep forgetting when the last time was and when I should be doing the next one. Actually, add laundry, haircuts, bill payments, rent payments and the expiry dates on bought foods. Ah well.

Anyway, I’ve been busy obviously. The last of the film festival was great catching two out of three planned films plus the IMAX of Dark Knight, which was just as awesome on the second viewing and I could honestly go a third time and not care of the cost or anything else. It’s that awesome.

But the crazy storm season of the last week is starting to go away, Dr. Ezy is having his birthday bash tonight, I’m coming up two weeks of not smoking (bar a couple I had last week while playing poker) and generally, everything is alright.

Oh, one suck incident is that I found out at the last minute and missed out on attending a Mark Kozelek (of Red House Painters and Sun Kil Moon) concert at the King’s Arms in Auckland. First the Mountain Goats cancel and then God tricks me into setting up an awesome gig the first weekend I’m not in Auckland after being up a retarded monkey’s nosepicking number of times. Thanks God. I’m gonna crank call you later.

Oh, but here’s a video to cheer anyone up. Plus this, or this, or this, or this.

Kick-ass.