Ride The Pig!

Ride The Pig!

ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!

I Need Tony Robinson

I worry about my room.

Having lived in it for, well, twenty-three or so years, it has picked up its fair share of clutter over the years. The Flickr pictures probably tell their own story, but it’s rather weird to think about the archaeology of the room (it’s all those Sunday evenings being subjected Time Team). The bookcase probably contains the most horrors. At the bottom, there’s a wide selection of annuals that I got as a child: Knight Rider, Street Hawk, the Beano, and of course, lots of Transformers UK ones. The period between six and eight is probably the leanest in this current bookcase, as most of the books I had during this time have been handed down to my sister (collections of fairy tales, vast numbers of Enid Blyton books, and so on). Then there’s my long-lasting affair with Tolkien, which takes me up to 13 or 14 (thereabouts, anyway).

The rest of the books show off my slightly obsessive nature; I started collecting graphic novels, so I have the Sandman series, Invisibles, Preacher, and all the other usual ones you’d expect to find. University saw me fall for Hunter S. Thompson and Thomas Pynchon, so I have practically everything they’re ever made sitting on the shelf, next to a small Elizabeth Wurtzel gathering. I then promptly ran out of space, so the case also accommodates my glitter collection and everything that I couldn’t find space for anywhere else.

The other picture shows the overspill from the bookcase (and it has an overspill too), together with the partial overflow from my CD racks (there’s another cabinet which is rapidly filling up with discs. UNC saw me become slightly obsessed with New York and the design of cities (it’s interesting, okay?), along with graphic design in general. Oh, and film, hence the Kael and Eisenstein books.

Not many posters though! I have this, but I have nowhere to put it right now, so it’s just the Audrey Hepburn print and a picture given to me while I was on the set of Dawson’s Creek.

There is no more room for anything else in my room. The top of the bookcase has Transformers and more books on it, the set of drawers are overflowing with old photos and bank information, and the top of my wardrobe contains old computers and letters. No room! Which is why Fopp is really a bad omen. And on the week of 6/6/06 too!

currently playing: The Arcade Fire – Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)

Pyramids of Mars?

Hmm. (much better than last week, though!)

currently playing: Helvetia – The Last Hour

I Am Doomed.

Oxford now has a Fopp.

Doomed, I tell you. DOOMED.

currently playing: Circulatory System – The Lovely Universe

Two Things

  1. You know a day is off to a bad start when you sleep past your stop on the bus.

2. I must not fall to the spell of Gilmour Girls. There’s six series already! Where would I find the time to watch them all?

currently playing: Ronnie Spector – Ode To L.A.

Links And Links And Links And Links…

Inviting hand towels!

MintyBoost! For when you need minty battery goodness.

Oh no, we missed the Secret Postcard Sale!

Nevaeh? Bless you.

Best mailbox ever!

I…I…I have no words.

currently playing: Thom Yorke – Analyse

Internet About To Implode…

Slashdot about to undergo web design, formed with compliant HTML and CSS. World looks on nervously…

currently playing: The Smiths – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Reasons To Love Britain

What other country spends its day off going cheese-rolling, eh?

currently playing: Moloko – The Time Is Now

Lipstick Lesbian Batwoman! How Progressive!

Also mentioned is “the Great Ten”, a Chinese-government controlled/sponsored superhero team making their debut next month in 52. According to the article, the team includes, "the Celestial Archer, with ties to Chinese mythology; Mother of Champions, who can give birth to a litter of 25 super-soldiers about every three days; and Seven Deadly Brothers, a martial arts expert who can divide into many."

They’ve let Grant Morrison loose again.

It’s almost four years since I started this blog. Which is rather scary. Every now and then, I get the urge to give it a rather radical make-over. It hasn’t really changed much since 2002, aside from the photo-strip down the right and the change from using a Helvetica knock-off to Gill Sans for the title (and the body text too, if you’re lucky enough to have Gill Sans on your system). Two years ago, I thought about redesigning to a vintage, McSweeneys-like layout. One year ago, I came up with a design for making the site based around a 9x9 grid with fancy comic stylings.

As you can see, I didn’t really get around to it. And I’m drawing a blank on new ideas just now. But I thought I’d give you a warning: things may change around here. Although they probably won’t.

In what may be a precursor to the update, or not, I’ve finally signed up to Last.fm. Go! Behold my current listening choices, and mock me!

currently playing: Bruce Haack – Incantation

A Fanboy Writes

I haven’t talked too much about the new series of Doctor Who this time around. Which isn’t an indication that I haven’t liked this run so far; I think The Girl In The Fireplace is one of the best episodes of the show ever made, for example. But it’s annoyingly inconsistent. Tonight’s episode started out with a reasonable premise, and then proceeded to throw all that promise out of the window, with silly ideas like filming every other scene like a first-year film student who’s just watched The Third Man (yes, angles. Very film noir. We get it. Now put that camera back on the horizontal), kitchen-sink drama acted out with less subtlety than an average episode of Johnny Briggs, and a barely-developed villain (it sure was handy she was called The Wire, eh, viewers?). For an extra fanboy moment, I was annoyed to hear that they cut out the transmitter gag; if the episode can make references to Coronation Street, five seconds throwing out a funny reference to the old series would not have killed them. Fair’s fair, though, the Betamax gag was funny.

The sound was abysmal as ever, although I’m coming to the conclusion that it’s not the composer’s fault. I’m wondering if the soundtrack is being compressed to make it seem louder, thus leaving less space between, say, the vocals and the background music.

There comes a point where it’s not enough to say that “well, it’s better than the old stories, which were just silly all the time!” For a start, that’s not true, but even if it was, so what? It’s like the show’s infatuation with this wonderful creation of Rose Tyler. I’m sorry, the last episode of the old series was in 1989. Things have moved on. At the moment, Rose has got all the depth of Cordelia from Buffy’s first season, and the scripts are often far too flimsy to compare favourably with any other half-decent series of the past five years. It’s not enough to think “well, this is certainly better than The Happiness Patrol!” They should be aiming for The Body.

This rant sponsored by “Really, it’s only because I think Mark Gatiss is capable of so much better”.

currently playing: LCD Soundsystem – Great Release