One of the trailers before the movie this morning was for 8 Mile, the semi-autobiographical Eminem flick. This isn’t something that I had any particular interest in. I will admit to owning one of his albums and quite liking some of his music but the movie wasn’t something I was planning on going to see. I did notice with some surprise that when it came out in the US, it was quite a big hit. It topped the box office for a few weeks on release. After seeing the trailer this morning I get that and I’m left planning on seeing it. I don’t quite know why, well I could hazard a couple of guesses, but I’m gonna go see this.

So anyway The Two Towers second time round. I don’t think I have all that much more to add. It really is an awesome film and it lost nothing the second time around. The day cannot come soon enough when the DVD set of all three movies comes out. There will be marathon viewing sessions.

Went for a walk down the river this afternoon for about an hour. Time to think I guess, but I wasn’t doing much of that. Took some more photos, one of which I think is quite good. Make with the clicky for a large
version.

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.

things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

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.

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

And I turned my face away and dreamed about you

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

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