So yes the next time I decide to talk about poetry at quarter past three in the morning I will slit my wrists.
Anyway there was a problem with the print so the movie was not showing this morning. And I fucking got up early for it too. So I saw The Two Towers again instead. I enjoyed it almost as much as the first time around, so see prior thoughts with more to come later.
Fairly famous lines from W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. He was talking about apocalypse, the end of the world. The lines can be used to convey a lot more than that. They fit for anything that ends badly. Taken as they are outside of the poem, there are a couple of things I tend to take with them.
In particular the line “things fall apart”. It’s a flat statement. Things. Fall. Apart. Full stop, end of story. It’s also both a prediction and destiny. Depending on what actually happens, I read it as; things have fallen apart, it was always going to happen, they just do. Or I can read it as; things will fall apart, it will always happen, they just do. I don’t know why, I just take it like that.
The other thing is a sense of wistfulness. When I hear the words in my mind or the words spring to mind, there is always a wistful sense about them. As if the words or saying yes things have fallen apart and its a shame. It would have been better if they didn’t.
Maybe it is just me, but I have my own interpretations of the words and the meaning and yes at the end of the day, “things fall apart, the centre cannot hold”.
Thats first part of the Getaway beat.
Must have taken 15 attempts at the ship, but beat it in the end. I am happier.
New Order are old.
The final level of The Getaway is causing me some problems. I shall hopefully overcome it later tonight. I’m now watching the new BBC version of The Hound of the Baskervilles and so far tis not bad at all.
When I dropped the DVDs back, I had planned to get a bus there and back but about a second after I left my house I had decided to walk. So anyway walked there and dropped off the movies then did a little shopping. Walked back home and by that stage I felt like going on walking. So I dropped off the shopping and went onwards. Ended up walking a lot more than I thought. Through Battersea Park, around Victoria station, up to Sloane square, down Kings Road over Battersea Bridge and back home. Close on six miles I guess, should help me sleep later. I had my camera with me and I have taken the first of what will be a new gallery. Once I get back into work, I shall put the first lot up.
I have a friend in the US who claims to be empathic. It is something I have laughed at many times, but well it seems to have proved itself a few times. There have been times when I’ve been asked about a mood or something out of the blue and indeed the vast majority have been spot on. There was one good example a while ago when I was thinking about giving her a call but for some reason never did. I thought to myself at the time I wonder if she ‘heard’. So anyway the next time I talked to her which was only a couple of days later and she asked me why I hadn’t
called that night. So anyway that kinda put me a little more into the believing mood. She also has this habit of blogging thoughts I’m having and about to blog. It has been a joke that she has stolen my thoughts and blogged them.
Anyway it is a strange old world and I guess I’m not going anywhere with that.
I caught up on 24 a couple of days ago, bringing me up to 4pm. Not bad, certainly a twist I hadn’t seen coming and some good stuff from all the cast. Looking forward to the next episode quite a bit. Got one episode of Buffy to catch up on, might just watch that later tonight. And must make sure to set both my alarms in the morning so I can go and see the movie. Have to do a little cleaning aswell before my flatmate gets back.
This; The Diary of Samuel Pepys is a stunning use of a) blogs and b) the internet.
I am now one mission away from finishing The Getaway. It is not a great game but once you get use to it, it becomes very addictive. It seems to be one of those games that you can play again once you finish it, except from a different characters point of view so I guess I’ll have that to do aswell.
I have to drop the DVD’s back soonish and hit a shop somewhere along the way. Bored now so I’m going out.
I of course overslept and missed the showing.
*sigh*
There are days, usually when I’m on my own in the flat that I decide to not go out. Nothing really particular calls for it, I just decided I’m not gonna leave the flat for the day. Today was one of those days…until I ran out of washing powder. Very domestic I know, but usually when my flatmate is away for a few days I take the chance to pretty much wash everything I own. Its quite handy to just be able to do load after load of washing and throw it around the place to dry.
Unfortunately I was too late and both my local shops had closed for the night. Ah well I shall get some in the morning. When I came back, I found I did actually have some hidden away and have another load it.
It is surprisingly nice outside, aside from the fact there is no-one around. It’s not cold, its close to even being warm(ish) and I had a quick walk around the block which was nice. If there were buses running I think I would head into town and take some photos as there is no-one around. Saying that I am not even sure there are no buses.
Just finished watching John Woo’s The Killer which was ok, entertaining enough and very obviously the forerunner to Face/Off. Next up is 24 Hour Party People. There is sweet fuck all on TV tonight so a night of DVDs I suspect. I have recently wanted to re-watch The Thin Red Line and Tigerland so a war double bill may be on later. Thing is they are both very much films I have to be in the right mood for.
Gonna go and catch and early showing of Bowling for Columbine tomorrow morning. It’s on in one of the local UGCs just before noon. Then I have to return the DVDs before 6 and do a little bit of shopping at some stage too.
If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi,
And your alibi is shoddy,
And your tastes remain quite gaudy,
Bomb Iraq.
If you never were elected, bomb Iraq…
If You’re Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq by John Robbins
I hate christmas…that’s pretty much common knowledge. However there is one song which while yes it is a ‘christmas song’ it is easily the best ‘christmas song’ of all time no question at all. In its own, its a damn fine song. It is of course Kristy and The Pogues’ Fairytale of New York.
Channel 4 are showing a documentary about it at the moment. It rocks
Having not had any food today, I was understandably a little hungry. The desire for a hot-dog while possibly not quite so understandable won out over everything else. It was then that my day started to really suck. There is an Eddie Rockets clone near to me; Eds. I head there every now and again for food. So I figured I would leave work and head home, via Eds. As I get to it, it has just gone 4pm and its closing. I’m the first person turned away, they have just closed. I was not happy. I figured I would then head to Clapham Junction and head into ASDA to pick up some milk and bread and stuff and grab some food somewhere there.
To cut a long story short, I had a wonderful (sarcasm detectors on) dinner in Mc.Donalds and ASDA was not only closed it was fucking guarded by cops to keep shoppers from trying to get in.
Anyway hit Blockbuster and got some pretty random DVDs, hit the Safeway Express next to it and then came home.
I feel weary, overwhelmed by the world and above all I feel broken. I am so looking forward to being able to sleep in for the next couple of days. I did manage to pick up a couple of books I had wanted to read cheap in the second hand store near me (I really gotta go there more often) and I think I shall have some quiet time and get some serious reading done over the next few days.
Just me, my stereo, my couch and my book. It is a nice thought. more here in a few.
Right so I’m kinda bored out of my fucking tree. There is not many people in the office. I have pretty much a 4 desk clear radius around me. Lucky me. I’m pretty much the only team with a single person in so I’m stuck away from what little is going on. I imagine there will be another nice long lunch soonish.
However I am also slightly hungover, I’m doing quite well. I should be a hell of a lot more hungover than I am. Between lunch and last night I must have gone through £40 for rounds of beer and there were a hell of a lot of rounds. I’m thinking about moving forward my giving up the pub in January to today…of course this will all change at pub lunch. But fuck it, what can you do.
Don’t answer that.
Last night was interesting, fun in parts, not fun in other parts. A little learning about others and a lot of learning about some others.
I’m in a strange music mood lately. I’ve not been listening to stuff as often as I normally do. Sitting down typing above and firing up iTunes lead to pretty much exactly what I wanted. Radiohead’s Kid A. The opening keys of Everything in it’s Right Place moving into Thom’s distorted backing vocals just flows so very smoothly and as simple as that, we are off. Lost in the music. Rumour has it the new album will be pretty early next year, I am looking forward to it and hoping for a tour alongside it.
um so besides all that shite, this has been making me laugh
‘The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the US Army’ includes
Must not use military vehicles to ‘Squish’ things.
I may not line my helmet with tin foil to ‘Block out the space mind control lasers’.
Not allowed to quote ‘Full Metal Jacket ‘ at the rifle range.
‘Napalm sticks to kids’ is *not* a motivational phrase.
Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy, and it is wrong to tell new soldiers that they are.
Crucifying mice – bad idea.
When operating a military vehicle I may *not* attempt something ‘I saw in a cartoon’.
Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.
Not allowed to lead a ‘Coup’ during training missions.