I am so completely fucked right now.
I'm really starting to wonder if I'm not getting to old for this sort of thing.
But anyway, Miyavi was quite fun, even though it has apparently destroyed my body. Quite a fun time in the queue. Starting to get a bit wier really as there's all these people who recognize me and say hi. And I recognize them to, but I haven't a clue what any of their names are. I guess I'm a regular now. Got my picture taken by some guy doing fashion questionaires, as well as one of the regular crowd who I always seem to see at these sort of things, which nice, as was being told that I looked "epic".
I've never been called epic before. Hard to know how to react really.
Managed to meet up with P-Chan and her friends, which was also nice. Was kind of strange standing in the queue surrounded by cute teenage girls in lolita whislt next to us there's some guy talking about the difficulties of proving you thought she was 18. There's probably some kind of message in there, but let's just skip ahead shall we? Certainly none of that going on.
So anyway, the concert itself. I wasn't hugely familiar with Miyavi before I went, having only really listened to one album (and that was a best of, I'm such a poser). But the man certainly can put on a good show. I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere before that there exists a certain kind of looking totally gay that totally drives girls wild. This is most noticable in J-Rock bands for some reason. Miyavi turns this factor up to 11. Very pretty, very sexy.
You wouldn't say no is all I'm saying.
But yeah, musically quite interesting, a fairly impressive guitarist, though how he has any skin on his hands with the way he plays is a bit of a mystery. Fantastic showman though. Very impressive was the way that he carries the whole thing through, as various members of the backing band retire for some portions, leaving him essentially alone to do his thing. Only negative I can really come up with is he does have a tendency to waffle on a bit, but he does speak pretty good english.
But yeah, afterwards I was feeling far more wrecked than I had any right to, lost pudding and co in the crowd but somehow managed to jump on the early train and get back before the taxi rates got silly expensive, which was a definate plus.
Now all I need to do is get through today and get back to bed.
Death by Miyavi. There are worse ways to go.
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Friday, 25 September 2009
[old blog import] Insert your own damn brittany spears joke
This evening we (by wg=hich I mean I) went to see HITT.
Why's that I hear you cy? Well, basically because he seemed like he'd pretty good and fun. Also Japanese. He might not be a 12 year old girl, but who's counting?
Things got off to a somewhat inauspicous start as the queue seemed woefully short. Then there was the fact that doors didn't open till at least half seven, which is bad even by underworld standards. But finally, we lucky few are herded through a noticibly different door to normal and down into the half closed underworld.
At this stage there isn't even a merch stand set up, so there isn't really anything to do except wait for another hour or so trying not listen to teenage girls talk about each others boobs. So yeah, that was fun.
All told I guess there was about twenty people there total. I may not be the only male there (there was ONE other, but I think he was escorting some clearly underage companion or other) but once more I'm definately the oldest. Oh I feel so happy, please start the damn show already.
And lo, in the begininnig was the word, and the word was HITT. On his own. One guy, a keyboard and a DAT machine. Not what I was expecting to be sure. But godamn does the boy put on a show. Whilst suffering from various technical difficulties, language barriers and a rather noticably not full venue he certainly gives it his all and plays a really great set. The informal and intimate atmosphere of a tiny sho like this is great, don't get me wrong, but I can't help but feel he deserves to be playing to bigger crowds in bigger venues. But then I'm sure he'll be getting all that on the continent. Britain does seem to rather lack in the J-Rock support department. Maybe if they could have got him opening for Miyavi or something? Be nice to have a support band at least once for this sort of thing, but I guess the logistics preclude it. He'd certainly go down well with that crowd I'd think.
But yeah, a great, fun and entertaining night of some pretty groovy music. I am most pleased, all thing considered. I guess the only real dissapointment was that they only had the one CD on sale at the end. But at least I got something.
Rock on.
Why's that I hear you cy? Well, basically because he seemed like he'd pretty good and fun. Also Japanese. He might not be a 12 year old girl, but who's counting?
Things got off to a somewhat inauspicous start as the queue seemed woefully short. Then there was the fact that doors didn't open till at least half seven, which is bad even by underworld standards. But finally, we lucky few are herded through a noticibly different door to normal and down into the half closed underworld.
At this stage there isn't even a merch stand set up, so there isn't really anything to do except wait for another hour or so trying not listen to teenage girls talk about each others boobs. So yeah, that was fun.
All told I guess there was about twenty people there total. I may not be the only male there (there was ONE other, but I think he was escorting some clearly underage companion or other) but once more I'm definately the oldest. Oh I feel so happy, please start the damn show already.
And lo, in the begininnig was the word, and the word was HITT. On his own. One guy, a keyboard and a DAT machine. Not what I was expecting to be sure. But godamn does the boy put on a show. Whilst suffering from various technical difficulties, language barriers and a rather noticably not full venue he certainly gives it his all and plays a really great set. The informal and intimate atmosphere of a tiny sho like this is great, don't get me wrong, but I can't help but feel he deserves to be playing to bigger crowds in bigger venues. But then I'm sure he'll be getting all that on the continent. Britain does seem to rather lack in the J-Rock support department. Maybe if they could have got him opening for Miyavi or something? Be nice to have a support band at least once for this sort of thing, but I guess the logistics preclude it. He'd certainly go down well with that crowd I'd think.
But yeah, a great, fun and entertaining night of some pretty groovy music. I am most pleased, all thing considered. I guess the only real dissapointment was that they only had the one CD on sale at the end. But at least I got something.
Rock on.
Friday, 4 September 2009
[old blog import] Prawnography
District 9. It is a good film.
I hadn't paid much attention to the hype for this film, though it did have a habit of cropping rather frequently in my various data streams. But it had at least caught my attention in some small way. So since I had time off and it was showing, I figured why not check it out?
Certainly not the worst decision I've ever made.
The film is very good, well acted and at least reasonably plotted. The effects are obviously very good, but serve the plot, which is a nice change from the usual mindless spectacle. Whilst the protagonists transformation is somewhat limited, it does progress throughout the course of the film and evokes Cronenbergs The Fly in places. Good stuff.
A very dark film certainly, and when there's violence it certainly doesn't shy away, with various chunks and fluids splattering over the camera as well as the bystanders. Not an action film by any means, but certainly a film with action in it.
It's shot in a very interesting way, using a documentary style to tell the story, often using TV or security camera footage, as well as more usual camerawork.
It's kind of interesting that there's been some desperate attempt at fuss over racism for this film, since the whole thing is a rather massive and obvious metaphor for apartheid, though personally I get more criticism of the horrific state of poverty in these sort of places. But I suppose the issues are all strongly interrelated.
It's interesting to note that the characters shown are largely an unlikeble bunch, but all solidly believable. Whilst it's easy to critique from this side of the screen, they do feel like a part of the world in which the drama takes place. Imperfect people in an imperfect world if you will.
An intelligent piece of mature themed science fiction, and well worth seeing in my humble opinion.
I hadn't paid much attention to the hype for this film, though it did have a habit of cropping rather frequently in my various data streams. But it had at least caught my attention in some small way. So since I had time off and it was showing, I figured why not check it out?
Certainly not the worst decision I've ever made.
The film is very good, well acted and at least reasonably plotted. The effects are obviously very good, but serve the plot, which is a nice change from the usual mindless spectacle. Whilst the protagonists transformation is somewhat limited, it does progress throughout the course of the film and evokes Cronenbergs The Fly in places. Good stuff.
A very dark film certainly, and when there's violence it certainly doesn't shy away, with various chunks and fluids splattering over the camera as well as the bystanders. Not an action film by any means, but certainly a film with action in it.
It's shot in a very interesting way, using a documentary style to tell the story, often using TV or security camera footage, as well as more usual camerawork.
It's kind of interesting that there's been some desperate attempt at fuss over racism for this film, since the whole thing is a rather massive and obvious metaphor for apartheid, though personally I get more criticism of the horrific state of poverty in these sort of places. But I suppose the issues are all strongly interrelated.
It's interesting to note that the characters shown are largely an unlikeble bunch, but all solidly believable. Whilst it's easy to critique from this side of the screen, they do feel like a part of the world in which the drama takes place. Imperfect people in an imperfect world if you will.
An intelligent piece of mature themed science fiction, and well worth seeing in my humble opinion.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
[old blog import] mary
mary had a little lamb
it's teeth as sharp as knives
it hunts about the moors and fens
taking many lives
mary had a little lamb
it's claws are long and sharp
to leap upon the screaming prey
and quickly pierce the heart
mary had a little lamb
its eyes are quick and keen
it sees the children where they hide
and comes before they scream
mary had a little lamb
a taste for human flesh
the babies bubble in the pot
for mary cooks them best
mary had a little man
to whip and pierce and beat
and when the fun and bleedings done
she chops him up for meat
it's teeth as sharp as knives
it hunts about the moors and fens
taking many lives
mary had a little lamb
it's claws are long and sharp
to leap upon the screaming prey
and quickly pierce the heart
mary had a little lamb
its eyes are quick and keen
it sees the children where they hide
and comes before they scream
mary had a little lamb
a taste for human flesh
the babies bubble in the pot
for mary cooks them best
mary had a little man
to whip and pierce and beat
and when the fun and bleedings done
she chops him up for meat
why yes, I do have issues. why do you ask?
Friday, 21 August 2009
[old blog import] It's like shitting africa.
So then, a review of the weeks culinary escapades
Saturday: Zebra steak with cracked black peppers, sea salt and pink pink peppercorns. Served with swwet potato wedges, onion rings and garlic mushrooms.
Monday: Ostrich is spicy chilli stir fry.
Tuesday: Camel and chips.
Wednesday: Crocodile cooked with soy sauce, sticky rice and miso.
Thursday: cajun style Kangaroo with sweet potato wedges.
Friday: Wildebeest, wedges, onion rings, garlic mushrooms.
All in all and interesting experiment. The various meats ranged from the rather fucking tasty to the fairly meh, but only the camel didn't really impress. The crocodile I admit could have come out better, but I couldn't just slap EVERYTHING in the grill with a bit of spice now could I? Kangaroo and Ostrich were rather good, as were the Zebra and Wildebeest. All in all I guess it does depend on your culinary skills, something I personally lack. But I didn't manage to make any of it inedible. Which, considering the prices, was something of a relief.
The question I suppose is would I do it again? The answer is probably yes. There are, after all, far more animals that I haven't eaten than I have, and it's good to try new things. It's not something I'd do often however, as whilst variety may be the spice of life it is also the scourge of the wallet. In all honesty you get do it with a decent bit of conventional meat, but where's the fun in that?
Part of the attraction for this kind of thing is simply being able to say you've done it. And I have.
Lucky fucking me, eh?
Saturday: Zebra steak with cracked black peppers, sea salt and pink pink peppercorns. Served with swwet potato wedges, onion rings and garlic mushrooms.
Monday: Ostrich is spicy chilli stir fry.
Tuesday: Camel and chips.
Wednesday: Crocodile cooked with soy sauce, sticky rice and miso.
Thursday: cajun style Kangaroo with sweet potato wedges.
Friday: Wildebeest, wedges, onion rings, garlic mushrooms.
All in all and interesting experiment. The various meats ranged from the rather fucking tasty to the fairly meh, but only the camel didn't really impress. The crocodile I admit could have come out better, but I couldn't just slap EVERYTHING in the grill with a bit of spice now could I? Kangaroo and Ostrich were rather good, as were the Zebra and Wildebeest. All in all I guess it does depend on your culinary skills, something I personally lack. But I didn't manage to make any of it inedible. Which, considering the prices, was something of a relief.
The question I suppose is would I do it again? The answer is probably yes. There are, after all, far more animals that I haven't eaten than I have, and it's good to try new things. It's not something I'd do often however, as whilst variety may be the spice of life it is also the scourge of the wallet. In all honesty you get do it with a decent bit of conventional meat, but where's the fun in that?
Part of the attraction for this kind of thing is simply being able to say you've done it. And I have.
Lucky fucking me, eh?
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
[old blog import] Just think about it for a second.
I got some new piercing rings through the post today, as i'm intending on redoing some of my jewllery.
The packaging displays the somewhat baffling message "NOT intended for internal cavity use".
Never mind the practicality or hygine of such an arrangement. It's the logistics of the operation that are scaring me.
I mean, why would you? Seriously.
The packaging displays the somewhat baffling message "NOT intended for internal cavity use".
Never mind the practicality or hygine of such an arrangement. It's the logistics of the operation that are scaring me.
I mean, why would you? Seriously.
Saturday, 8 August 2009
[old blog import] The Horror
I just cleaned my keyboard.
It's only a t times like that this that you come to truly appreciate what a disgusting pile of nauseating filth you actually are.
Seriously, eeew.
It's only a t times like that this that you come to truly appreciate what a disgusting pile of nauseating filth you actually are.
Seriously, eeew.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
[old blog import] one flu over the cockoos nest
I just took a piss and it smelled like ham.
do i have the pig AIDS now?
oh noez.
do i have the pig AIDS now?
oh noez.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
[old blog import] Down In The Park
Well, that was fun.
Tonight was Gary Numan in concert, and I do have to say that a good time was had by all.
Support came in the form of Dirty Harry, who have some fairly decent rock and roll, and some very nice panties. But I digress.
Numan came on and blasted through the set fairly relentlessly, with only the occaisional quite "thnk you very much" spoken in between songs. All sorts of stuff was played, both old and new, and it all rocked pretty hard, complemented by a rather nifty (if somewhat dazzling) light show.
What was particularly great about this gig was the attitude of the man himself. Put simply, he appeared to be having a wonderful time, and thats great to see in an artist.
I could probably try and recall some particular highlights, but they played so many songs that I really like that it seems kind of pointless.
Fun times anyway. Which is good, since this was not an inexpensive gig to get tickets for. But worth it in the end I think.
Tonight was Gary Numan in concert, and I do have to say that a good time was had by all.
Support came in the form of Dirty Harry, who have some fairly decent rock and roll, and some very nice panties. But I digress.
Numan came on and blasted through the set fairly relentlessly, with only the occaisional quite "thnk you very much" spoken in between songs. All sorts of stuff was played, both old and new, and it all rocked pretty hard, complemented by a rather nifty (if somewhat dazzling) light show.
What was particularly great about this gig was the attitude of the man himself. Put simply, he appeared to be having a wonderful time, and thats great to see in an artist.
I could probably try and recall some particular highlights, but they played so many songs that I really like that it seems kind of pointless.
Fun times anyway. Which is good, since this was not an inexpensive gig to get tickets for. But worth it in the end I think.
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