Friday 28 November 2008

Turned up to 11


Saw Soler last weekend. Apart from being fucking excellent, you just know they whacked that whole sound system up to eleven for the last part… Well I did, anyway, cos me (and judging by the walk to the bus stop, everyone else, too) was suffering from temporary deafness fert next twenty-four hours.

The wee guitarist Sammy and his fledgling group Kolor did us a very very fun twenty minute warm-up, including a Marilyn Mansonesque rendition of the Eurythmics’ ‘Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)’ that was just ace. Then The Boys Acconci came on stage and we just drooled. Very good at everything they do, those two. And their backing roadies are the fabbest of the fab.


We had an ace time, even though we appeared to be three of the praps four gweilos at the entire gig. Ah, good times…

Missing me new ‘Supernatural’ episode tonight, and it’s gonna be a long, hard road to 15th January when they finally start airing the rest of the season, but that’s kind of a good thing, right? Prolongs the fun of the entire series, after all… What have we learnt so far? That being a downright filthy bag of turnips means you get to shag a demon, but being the slightly-naughty, cocky yet damaged wideboy means you get to shag an angel. Literally. So kids, what can we take away from this? Yup, thought so.

Did some more Winchester Wallpapers. Would have been rude not to.

Let’s see, what else? Oh, my latest ‘Supernatural’ fan-fiction creation is slowly snowballing into unstoppably hyowj proportions:

Doctor bloody Who’: Can we wait for Christmas? Can we bloody hell as like. First off, it means no more fucking carols, phoney cards or well-wishes, and certainly no more bloody waiting for another helping of the good Doctor. And David Morrisey - icing on the cake, as it were.

Got the new Guns N’ Roses new album ‘Chinese Democracy’, and yay, it’s fab. It’s been round and round on iPhone Dax fert last week, and so far about six tracks have stood out. It’s knocked AC/DC’s ‘Black Ice’ from continuous play, so it must be bloody good, after all.

Personal training has been ace - moved onto boxing with sandbags. Apart from knackering my right wrist (purr wee thing never was as strong as my proper left one, bless), it’s been so much fun to actually punch seven shades of shite out of summat asking for it. Talk about stress management: this is so much fun it’s freaky.

Saw ‘Quantum of Solace’ and thought it better than I were warned it would be. Bah. It’s Daniel Craig, after all. I liked it - but a little more certainty about who he were after would have made all the difference.

Waiting fert chance to watch ‘Burn After Reading’, and also fert whiff of ‘How To Lose Friends And Alienate People’ to hit Hong Kong shores.

Been watching ‘Moonlighting’ this week, mostly cos TV sucks the big one and need to find some decent humour or I’ll go stark raving Michael Jackson. Seriously, with such razor-sharp witty lines delivered like summat out of ‘The West Wing’, I’ve been rolling around laffing. How did a gem like this not set up home on my DVD shelf before now? It would right at home next to my boxed sets of ‘Remington Steele’…

And that’s about it. Not very exciting, I’ll grant you, but there it is.

Soopytwist, everyone.

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Friday 21 November 2008

Could be a little more sonic…


I know you’ve all been waiting my reaction to the hyowj developments we’ve had recently regarding the good Doctor and his future. Far be it for me to keep my thoughts a secret: your wait is over. Aren’t you glad? So to coincide with the fact that I received my series 4 DVD from Amazon this very morning, here we go.

First off, the official proper real concrete reliable press release that we are indeed losing David Tennant to the annals of Best Doctor So Far history. A surprise? Hardly. Sad? Definitely. I’m sensing an incoming nationwide out-pouring of grief and heartbreak the likes of which have not been seen since a special helpline had to be set up to deal with distraught Take That fans after they broke up.

Over-stating matters? Am I? We’ll see.

Second: the blinding opening sequence for the coming Xmas special. I am a hyowj fan of David Morrisey, and I’m really looking forward to this one, no question. A very close look at the opening moments will confirm that of course he’s not really the Doctor as he claims to be. If he were, he would recognise his former self, cos he would remember being Ten meeting Eleven in London (somewhere near the Crystal Palace) in 1851. And if he were really the Doctor, his screwdriver would be sonic, not a bottom of the range carpenter’s tool. Yes - it’s a real screwdriver. And Cyber head that may have been on the shaggy monster dude bursting out of the dodgy iron doors, but it was hardly drawing a lot of power. I’m hoping this Rosita bird (a blending of Martha and Rose, if you had never met either and had no idea who they were?) is disposable. Apart from what I hope is a wig, there’s something about her that grates on the nerves. Praps I’m getting racist in my old age, but does everyone have to be a Suvvuner?

I liked his long coat, winky confidence, mention of Time Lords, TARDISes and screwdrivers in such a short space of time. Quite convincing - for someone trying to scam everyone into believing he actually is the Doctor. Is he another time traveller, passing himself off as the Time Lord? He ain’t the Master and (sadly) he ain’t Donna Noble.

Speaking of Donna and how she was so ruthlessly written out at the end of the last series (still not happy with that!), I was perusing The Tin Dog, a ‘Doctor bloody Who’ fan-fiction collating community, and came upon this little gem: ‘Spitting Images’. With stuff like this about, surely someone could have found a way not to shit on Donna from a great height at the end of the last series? Of course they could, and don’t call me Shirley.

But anyway, getting back to Xmas 2008 - and beyond. Speculation on who the new Doctor might be has been rampant since Mr Tennant announced the news. I’m going to ignore what everyone else has said, and put forth my list of wants (in no particular order):

Tom Wilkinson
Nick Moran
Paul Bettany
Chiwetel Ejiofor
Michael Kitchen
David McCallum
Lee Mack

Of course, my number one choice would be… David Tennant. But you have to move with the times… Besides, everyone was worried when Christopher Eccleston left, and then we got Mr Tennant. And everything was alright again. Just hope Eleven is going to be as ace as he is.

That’s about it, really. Wish I had more to go on, but it were only the opening salvo of the Christmas special… Can’t wait, now. No, really. Really can’t. Really really can’t.

LATE EDIT:
Even though it was printed quite clearly on the sticker on the plastic wrapping that there WERE, there were NO out-takes whatsoever in my region 2 UK series 4 DVD. Why is this? Did they not bother adding them? I refuse to believe that Mr Tennant and Ms Tate didn’t have a few very funny moments of blooperage. Where are they then? Not a happy camper…


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Saturday 15 November 2008

Bad Sam! No extra cookie!

Danger! Danger! Spoilers Will Robinson!
Supernatural season 4 episode 9 spoilers are contained in the following post!

It’s official - Sam Winchester is a dirty bag of carrots! Oh how the mightily clean and virtuous have fallen! I don’t know what creeps me out more - that he did the nasty with a demon-possessed DEAD GIRL or that the demon possessing said meat suit was Ruby! The Ruby, whose very presence facilitated Lilith’s tracking down and killing of Dean Winchester!

I know he was down and out and heavily swilled in all kinds of alcoholic painkiller, but that doesn’t excuse what he did - not even Dean would have touched that with someone else’s ten foot pole! Speaking of which, Dean’s taking Sam’s admission of necrophilia surprisingly well. What, no accusations of banging demonic skanks as an excuse for angry sex? No brotherly slap round the head for letting himself go? No anger at the fact that it was Ruby, of all people? The demon he holds responsible for tricking Sam into using his Jedi Mind Tricks in the first place?

And what now? So they’ve saved the girl with Ruby’s help. So I’m supposed to believe she’s some wannabe-human-again soul who deserves a second chance? Dean was better off when he didn’t know. He could have shot/knifed her and The Boys would have been so much better off. Now look at the mess they’re left in.

So here comes one of Dean’s terrible choices about which the lickable likeable Castiel warned him: does he give purr wee Anna to Castiel and Uriel so she can be killed for the good of all? Or does he stand in the way and show he bows to no-one, angel or no? Come on, Dean, stick your spanner in their works - that’s what you’re here for! That’s why they saved you, because your decisions, contrary to what they want to do, will be the right way to win this. And whether Castiel knows this or not (and he ain’t stupid) he still has to go with the infinite wisdom of his boss, and trust that He knew summat he didn’t when having Dean freed from the Pit.

That’s why he was saved, and that’s why they need him. Cos Sam’s taught him a conscience over the past three years and it’s all coming out as he sees how Sam’s careering headfirst down that road paved with good intentions - and where it’s going to lead him.

There, rant over. I’ve had ninety minutes of kick-boxing and I’m bloody knackered (my personal trainer thinks I’m Batman cos I managed the whole ninety minutes without dropping dead. I had the British end to keep up after all, and refused to die in some deplorable public display of weakness. So instead I waited till I were in the shower). Time to wind down with my large sofa and my new VCD of ‘Ironman’. Yeah, I know I’ve seen it, but the VCD were only HK$20. Bite me.

Obsessed about ‘Supernatural’? I've no idea what you're talking about. So here's some eye candy / girlie porn (delete as appropriate) to be getting on with.





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Wednesday 12 November 2008

BILLY!

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin

He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes

Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feelin’ alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me
As the smile ran away from his face
Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talkin with Davy who’s still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinkin’ alone

It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
Cos he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, man, what are you doin’ here?

Cos we’re off to see Billy Joel tonight! Live at the Asia World Arena… Can you say ‘EXCITEMENT’?

Sunday 9 November 2008

Ted-tastic!

Danger! Danger! Spoilers Will Robinson!
Supernatural season 4 episode 8 spoilers are contained in the following post!

So it’s Sunday again already - where does the time go? Had a scream Friday night as I got to watch Ted Raimi - yes, thee Ted Raimi in ‘Supernatural’. So how did that go then? A mixed episode: some part completely whacked-out weirdo shit, some part normal, run-of-the-mill lore and follow-through. And Ted Raimi. Did I mention there was Ted Raimi? Ok, I’ll stop talking about Ted Raimi. Promise.

End of last week, we had Uriel - Castiel’s recently introduced sidekick and demolitions expert - telling Sam that Dean’s not exactly being a Chatty Cathy about his time in Hell (as if anyone would. Angels, eh?). Sam’s first move is to tell Dean that Uriel’s a tattle-tale - and that Dean does remember Hell, and bloody well better ‘fess up over it, too. Dean’s predictable response is to lie his way out of the situation (quite convincingly) while downing a number of whisky shots. Nice. As Joxer once said, ‘denial ain’t just a river in Africa’. Anyway, Sam finds the only job worth looking at - literally: a spirit that’s creeping out young ladies by watching them get changed in the shower room. Dean’s out the door before Sam can even put his laptop away and off they go to Concrete, Washington.

The usual interviews and fake IDs later and they’ve got women claiming to have been chucked down stairs by ghosts that then help them up again, and woodsmen shouting ‘Bigfoot!’ Dean’s convinced LSD is getting into the town’s water supply until they find a paw print the size of Texas in the ground. A bit of legwork later and they find the craziest thing they’ve come across since they started this evil-hunting thing in the first place: a possible Bigfoot. A nice little poke at the whole myth later (“He’s some kinda… alcoholo-porno-addict. Kinda like a deep-woods Duchovny”), and they find the trail to the cause of the footprints. And it’s weirder than even Bigfoot. Confronting the monstrous evil-doer (small child alert!) keeping the beast captive, they infiltrate the house as none other than teddy bear doctors. Which is lucky, cos the 10-foot tall, polyester bi-polar teddy bear they find is really not well. A diet of cheap booze and porno mags has not improved his mood. However, agreeing to treat the sick individual has uncovered the fact that people are chucking coins into and making wishes in the fountain at the local Chinese restaurant - and they’re all coming true. And here comes a nice little Winchesters come-clean moment - what would they wish for if they could? Dean goes for a foot-long sandwich (no surprise there, then) but Sammy? Not a stop to it all, not the life everyone could have had before demon disasters struck and it all went Pete Tong. No, he’d wish for Lilith’s head on a plate. Nice image!

They find the root of the problem to be a dodgy coin in the fountain. An amusing failed attempt to get it out later and Sam’s realised why a ‘ghost’ is haunting the girls’ showers. Meanwhile, Dean finds out the sticky way why the wishes are not to be trusted, but once his sandwich has been expelled he’s free to explain the ins and outs of the Babylonion coin (bearing the picture of Tiamat, no less) and how they have to find the first wisher and get him/her to remove the coin. Nothing else will break the curse. Meanwhile, poor manicly depressed Teddy has decided it’s all too much - and a reeeally horrible scene where he tries to end it all had me split between wetting myself laughing and shouting in agony for the purr wee bugger. Flipping from the ridiculous to the sublime, Dean’s trying to nap off his nasty sandwich revenge, but it’s not getting him anywhere. Memories of Hell are keeping him unpleasantly occupied, and it’s Sam who has to wake him. Unfortunate, considering it’s Sam he’s been lying to about not remembering a damned thing.

Everything Emo shoved neatly aside for now (and aren’t we glad), The Boys stumble onto the first wisher and it’s time to pay him a visit. And it’s Ted Raimi. And he looks just the same. He sounds exactly the same. He’s so very Ted it’s excellent. We love Ted Raimi! Can you tell? Ahem. Anyway, a prickly confrontation ensues (and a nice gag about The Boys being teddy bear doctors on Thursdays) and it’s clear purr wee Ted is unprepared to give up the love of his life.

Luckily - or not - the wishes of others get in the way. While Sam agrees to get Ted to the fountain on time to take back his wish (now he’s seen the way it can get all fucked up), Dean tries to stop a tiny kid from terrorising the entire town single-handed cos he wished for superpowers. Halfway through quoting (Ted's big brother) Sam Raimi’s ‘Spider-Man’ (“With great power comes great responsibility”), Dean gets his ass kicked by an eight year old. It gets worse - Sam loses both his shoes (this time) and apparently his life. What’s a poor down-trodden average Joe like Joxer Ted supposed to do? The right thing. Seeing how things are not really working out for the best, and how his wish is twisting people into monsters, he realises he has to make things ok. And he does. (I could be paranoid here, but the way he walks up behind the girlfriend and just asks ‘Hope?’ to make sure it’s her - not really a Xena moment? Hope did kill a lot of people, after all…)

The coin removed, the wishes reversed, everything is sorted. But I’m feeling sorry for the poor lad - as is Sam, I’m guessing. There’s something very upsetting about poor Ted handing over the coin, something very emotive in his shuffle. It’s not fair, but it’s just Life. As The Boys have already tried to tell him - Life isn’t fair, that’s why it’s called Life.

So everything’s back to normal - or is it? Sam’s prepared to drive off into the sunset in pursuit of other nasties to kill. But Dean’s got a problem - he has to actually look his brother in the eye and tell him he outright lied to his face. Not an easy thing to do, as anyone who has siblings will know. But it’s worse than that - there’s a gulf here, and while it’s not going to drive a stake between them, it’s not exactly going to bring The Boys back together. Or will it? At least they’re being honest, which is a far cry from the opening episode and all the crap that’s gone on between them since. It’s a start. One I hope is not going to get fucked up by the likes of New Ruby (who STILL should be played by Traci Dinwiddie!) or even the lovely Castiel.

So what was the title (‘Wishful Thinking’) really about? The wishes? Dean’s attempt to lie to Sam in perpetuam? Or Sam’s hope that he can actually help his brother out of his alcohol-laden nightmares? We’ll have to wait and watch.

And there we have it - we’re set up for an angst-fest next week. (We’ve had two comedies and two frivolous episodes now, so I think it’s fair to say the lighter side of evil hunting has been taken care of for at least the first third of the season.) However, now that certain truths have come to light, Sam’s on his last warning from Uriel, Dean’s on his protege training programme from Castiel, and the writers are desperate to arc this properly over the next fourteen episodes, I’m confident it’s all going to come out in the wash. I’m not religious, but I have faith in The Kripke.

But does anyone else think that Dean Winchester is one of the most ambidextrous right-handed people on TV? No? I notice these things, being left-handed myself, and Sam having used his appendage preference as how he once spotted Dean's shapeshifter double. Hmm...

That’s all the stuff that’s fit to print. I have to go close the window now cos I’m getting chilly - the weather’s broken and it appears to be Proper Autumn now. It’s barely 24 degrees C right now, the breeze is COLD and even the humidity is making a poor effort to reach 65%. Bugger.

I’m off to the pub quiz to see how I can balls that up. Peach and lube everyone!

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Wednesday 5 November 2008

Happy Bonfire Night!


Just cos I'm overseas dunt mean I can't think about fireworks and stuff too:

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot,
I can think of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.

Or praps some buzzkill nicked off and told the fuzz. Hmm….

Sunday 2 November 2008

Porn crashes iPhone 3G shocker!


I’ve been away from my blog for a bit, I know that. I did try a quick attempt at an excuse, but it’s not sticking and I know it. So here I am, trying to make up for that.

So, yes folks, the sad truth is that, while Safari on Dax, my lovely iPhone running software update 2.1, can handle all kinds of websites with less sweat than an Eskimo waiting for a bite, it appears there is one thing she can’t handle.

Girlie porn.

Ironic that, seeing as she can open all kinds of picture-related sites and news videos (and she’s named after a more-often-female-than-not alien who was the queen of multi-tasking). She just cannot deal with the workload that has started to come my way, and, sadly, has had a few Ackle-eptic fits * recently. These two-second convulsions of the over-loading variety that crash Safari and cause all half-loaded pages to be lost to history and bookmarks are a little annoying. Unfortunately, they are more frequent than they used to be, what with season four of ‘Supernatural’ in full swing.

Let’s be clear about one thing: we’re not talking actual YouTube or proper porn. No, we’re talking pics that a girl would consider porn. This can range from shots in which The Biceps of Doom (they do have a fatal affect on some) are at least half-uncovered, to full-on sweaty Dean kicking some deserving ass. Can you blame a girl for taking a quick squiz at such pictures? Come on, really?

Anyway. Been kinda busy, really. Totally forgot to pimp my mini story-ette written for the Hallowe’en challenge over at SPNVille. Didn’t win (naturally) but go read the winner and the entries, and I dare you to keep a straight face.


So what's left to add? 'Supernatural' episode 4.7 ('It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester') was veeeeery interestink to watch, and now I'm convinced I know a bit more about what's going on with purr wee Castiel. Poor angel. Poor lonely, over-worked, under-loved angel. I'd show him a bit of love, if he wanted. Even when he does look like a Holy Tax Accountant and I don't believe in angels.

The new AC/DC album is bloody fab, Hallowe’en was spent watching John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ (which I’ve not seen in aaaaaages) and of course ‘Army of Darkness’ (don’t know if I was howling with laughter more or reciting script more. Sad, but so much fun).

And that shallot. Onion. Everything. I’m going back to bed. Or maybe the pub quiz. Hmm, which one’s going to help get shot of this raging cold I’ve got? Oh. So which one will I actually do? Riiiiiiiight.

Soopytwist.

* Ackle-eptic fit: A sudden spasming or jerking of muscles caused by viewing photographic evidence of Jensen Ackles’ inability to look less than perfect from any angle.

LATE EDIT:

November 6th’s ‘Supernatural’ guest star? It's Ted Raimi! Ted Raimi! TED RAIMI! Wooo-hoooo!! Could we be any more excited? (Well maybe if it were Bruce Campbell himself, of course.) Joxer the Mighty, hag from the fruit cellar, dodgy beardy bloke from every single Sam Raimi film ever made… It’s TED RAIMI! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

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