16: 11 - RE: Temple Moor On Wikipedia
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Written by: Dee4leeds
I would just like to say I didn't add those stupid bracket comments.
Check the History. All I added was
The current Head Mr.Sheriff is to leave the school at Christmas 2006 to be replaced by Mr.Fleetwood.
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22: 08 - Temple Moor On Wikipedia
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Written by: Melaisis
A few months back, the old place was added to Wikipedia. Now, what happens when a school full of 1,200 wannabe gangsters gets put on Wikipedia? Well, for the opening weeks, not a lot. As wannabe gangsters feel they do not require to check for such articles on such (quite frankly not) knowledgable sites. However, it appears that our own Dee4Leeds had done his own editting to the said article. Now, how does this appeal to you, fair reader? Of course, this is a personal issue, as it is where I've spent five years of my teenage life (insert Daz Sampson referance here). However, it seems that the said article has been able to sneak around every Wiki ruling known to mankind. Take a look at the state of the article today:
Temple Moor High School Science College, or simply Temple Moor High School, is a school in West Yorkshire (England). In recent years, it has achieved its 'Science College' status.
The school has seen outstanding GCSE and A-level results in the past, and is heavily subscribed. However, in its last off-sted inspections it received a grade 3, which is an average. A lesser publicised fact is the departure of former teacher and assitant headteacher Ms Rowett. She lost her job over the school summer holidays in 2006. This has been credited to 'victimisation of pupils and fellow staff' by school governers. It has been rumoured she is no longer allowed to work in a school enviroment. (The school has a grape vine to rival most of the south of france)
This was a welcome change to many, as Ms Rowett had a bad reputation in the area (understatement of the year) for her attitude both inside school and outside school. However on the part of the school, it was a crushing blow (ppaaaahhhh hardly!). Her influential position was now empty. Thus far there have been no appointments to her position, but interviews have taken place, involving both teachers and pupils. A new deputy headteacher is expected to begin at the same time as incoming principal Mr Martin Fleetwood who has a good reputation from previous schools.
Mr Fleetwood will assume full control as of January 2006, replacing former head Mr Sheriff who is own his way to Harrogate Grammar college.
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Monday, November 27, 2006
Written by: Dee4leeds
Episode 303 - Further Instructions
A Locke Episode.
The weird one of the season, there's always one. In this Locke couldn't speak until using his brain paste drugging himself to see Boone and take him on a weird vision, Desmond was naked, the hatch ripped his clothes off, Hurley's back at the beach, Ekos unconscious but still communicating to Locke, who in turn had his future saw by Desmond, while Locke saves Eko from a polar bear. *Breathes* To much information. *Breathes* To much information. *Breathes* The Flashback had no resolution obviously leaving this open for his next flashback (Maybe where Locke gets crippled...finely.) A skeleton with a pearl logo was also found in the Polar Bear cave while the new characters Paulo and Nikki started their lives on Lost. Nothing from the others or Sayid and friends in this episode. Its good to know the producers and writers are taking risks with the writing but this was a miss.
Note about the title: Was this the "Further instructions" Yemi told Eko about?
Next Week - Episode 304 - Every Man for Himself
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15: 25 - Drama On The Internet
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Written by: Melaisis
"Tequila... It makes me happy..."
I moped about Tuesday and Wednesday night. Why? For a number of reasons. Fortunately, the good folks on EVE-Radio had found something appropriate to fill in the infamous 'House of Blades' slot on Tuesday nights, so at least I had something to sulk to. Four drunken DJs in fact, playing Terrorvision for the majority of the night. Wonderful, really, for I was busy sipping a recently purchased three litre glass bottle of Barcadi Breezer (orange) and playing on World of Warcraft.
Now, newcomers to the blog will find a direct link to World of Warcraft within the first thirty seconds (or thirty minutes if you're slow) of reading this post to be rather suspicious. The regulars will no this is no joke, however - as I tend to spend the vast majority of my life on 'WoW'. Or did. For this week may mark the start of the end, folks. For there has been drama on the Internet.
'Drama, on the Internet!?'
Indeed. Not the kind of "lulz, u cyba!" drama either. This is a serious business! For World of Warcraft, as well all know, it taken far too seriously by some. I often believe I could do lectures at university level on the unwritten social rules of the Internet - but that was before I met World of Warcraft. Now, my whole way of thinking has been altered. For. The. Worse.
Now, spending the majority of your time online and having good experiences builds one's faith and courage of the infrastructure of the said Wide Web. As I've said many a time before, I've met many an interesting person on this here Interwebs. I'm prominent on a few forums; such as the PC Gamer UK official one (I'm in Best of the Forum this month, fellas! Go pick up a copy! It's only two lines of me!) and I spent four years on GAIA Online - the biggest English speaking forum ON THE INTERNET. Sure, it was packed full of meme, /b/aholics and thirteen year olds, but it was half-decent for my mental age at the time. It was quite informative, actually. Not only did I learn that you can be an utter arsehole on the Internet and get away with it; but also that there are people out there as funny, and witty as I am. Who understand my humour.
Then there's the great PC Gamer Forum. Bunch of witty lads with a strong, backbone community which is - despite various antics - still very strong and supportive to one another. It is more than a magazine fan forum. It is a community where everyone tends to respect each other's opinion and able to challenge it in equal amounts. If someone disagrees with you on PCGF, you know about it - yet it doesn't mean that you have to throw a hissy fit about it. It's just how people work on the Internet. On any forum or MMORPG. People are brought together in the shared love of a hobby or subject, or hatred of men, in the case of iVillage.
But on WoW. It is different.
It is a sickening sadness that grips the game. Well, not the game itself. The game, unlike what some claim, is rather a decent one. Full of things to do, places to go, people to see, villages to pillage, people to slaughter... all those sorts of things. Great premise, really. Especially when you combine it with the infamous backstory and lore of the Warcraft franchise.
But that's where the fun stops, and the drama begins. On Warcraft, as you may or may not know, the game is divided up into public-run servers. There's different server types, of course, allowing for alternate ways of play; like PVP (player verses player) PVE (player verses eviroment) RP (Roleplaying) and so on. Of course, each server has a different ruleset the players must abide by. Sounds simple enough doesn't it? That's because it is. When you pick a server, you choose a different community. You see the people on the server every day. You speak to them, you talk with them, you group with them. You talk on the realm forums. You make friends. It's typical Internet behaviour.
Wait, sorry. I'm wrong. With the gift of hindsight, I have learned this. Now, I have only experience with a RP-PVP server (namely Defias Brotherhood EU) - so, reader, bare in mind that I am not painting the entire game with one, very big, brush. That's like saying everyone on the Internet is a paedophile because you ventured into the AOL chatrooms. As we all know, I am entirely against that media-inflated view of the world that is widespread and so mainstream nowadays. So of course I am trying to avoid calling everyone on WoW a sadastic, frustrated nerd with no life - but meh.
That's right folks, I just suggested that someone else was a nerd. Or rather, a group of people. Do you know why?
Because they take the game too damn seriously.
Hence, avid reader, why I was sulking on a weeknight with illegally-bought alcohol in my bedroom. One of the only times ever I have been slightly depressed on the Internet. Ever. EVER.
EVER!
That's sinking in now, isn't it?
Now, the circumstances behind the said drama are rather complicated - and only my loyal readers of En Masse will be able to follow the saga with unpresidented interest. But, to be honest, don't bother. I'll be able to provide a good source of lulz in this here post. You see, on World of Warcraft - as En Masse readers will know - there is a thing called 'raiding' - where a group of people gather together to basically, kill dragons. Seems simple enough, doesn't it? Did to me, too. Sure, it can be frustrating at times, but heck - you get weapons at the end regardless, so why all the hassle?
No idea. But I tell thee this - people sure as Hell take that game damn seriously. It's a game, of course. Sure, we all know that we can have friends and relations over the Internet. But the realism in killing pixelated dragons is hardly a striking resemblance to real life - not matter how real the people behind the characters you do it with actually are.
The amount of people who don't realise this is shocking. Sure, the game may attract 7.5 million players world wide, but I didn't think the human race was really that stupid. I mean, come on, we may have all died on that last group of enemies before the last boss, but is that really necessary to get so worked up about? After all, it's not as if we just died in 'RL'.
There is also another problem with so many Internet regulars playing the game:
Egos are so damn big!
Now, I'm surprised this multi-blog has worked so well, to be honest. After all, we can hardly fit the egos of me and Wombatlord in here, nevermind Dee! Now, imagine if you have forty, of fifty room-filling egos and stuck-up snobs on a single server. Then give them positions of power over others. Do you see where this is going?
Due to this remedy of shit, we have a situation on our hands. Now, I rather like having my ego. And dignity. And pride. After all, familiars of this blog will notice that is one of the defining things that makes me so fluent as a political and satircal writer. I'm one of these fellas who wouldn't mind a dictatorship; as long as I'mon at the top of it. And if I ain't - I tend to go rather feral and fight against it. Metaphorically or, actually, fighting against it. Two very different routes, I'm sure you'll admit.
This is where the drama hits.
What happens, per se, if we have a few of these egos in a very small area. Then put under pressure due to 'raiding' bosses, then throw in the safety of being possibly hundreds of miles away and safe behind a monitor. Ladies and gentlemen, what do we get?
Drama. Lots of it. And, due to me not being in a position of power in the server but rather the fighter and somewhat acclaimed arrogant prick (welcome to the blog) I am often subject to being - in my own eyes - the victim of such drama. It is easy for the other 'friends' on our server to say that I am not being 'picked on' - but it is I which is acting like a prick. This is rather ignorant, in all honesty, and does not reflect or take into account my view on things or my feelings.
Hang on, but... this is an Internet community bonded by a relative thing?! Surely we should all naturally get along!
Wrong. Those of you who do chemistry and pyschology, check this:
Ego x [People on server] x [Need to command] x [Internet factors]
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[Other people on the server] x Common interest
What does this equal?
Now in four tedious flavours!
Unlike other Internet communities, or MMORPGs, WoW servers are divided again. Between people. Creating rifts due to the inabilty to accept that other people have feelings. "This is more than a game!" They cry. But is it? Despite us all paying ten quid a month to play by Blizzard's rules, but it does not mean we must strive to make the most of the game by shoving moral and ethical issues aside? Or maybe it does! After all, if you can organise that - then you can basically obey no one's rules except your own. This is bad. Because the influence that certain person holds over others on the Internet spells diaster for the person (me, in this case) who decides to voice his opinion against the said influence-holder, the suck-ups will obviously defend him to the very core.
So the server is spilt because one is forced away, or to hide, or to avoid such confrontations. Or to move server completely. Heck, I could do that. My reptuation is that bad due to one or two people 'exercising influence' that was enthrust onto them through a series of their own sucking-up and apologetic speeches. To me, I may be the most arrogant guy you all know - but heck, take a leaf out of PCGF's book - learn to respect opinions, for Christ's sake!
It appears my friend, Boh3m3, is in a similiar situation with his opinions on the Tube:
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Written by: Wombatlord
Well well well, if it isn't me, Wombatlord, it's been quite a time eh? Oh the things I have seen, the knowledge I've gained, the experiences I've had traversing the cesspit of villanous debauchary we call "Society"...well, the more PC amongst us call it that, I call it chavland.
But I digress, all you need to know of that business is that it's done with, and I have returned! Huzzah I hear you cry, throw a parade you exclaim! Well, I assure you, it's not neccessary for Me to still love you, the faithful readers of this blog.
There are a couple of things I'm planning to adress here, which will be dealt with in the following order:
*ahem*
Point 1 : Melaisis.
Point 2 : Octopus.
Point 3 : Whatever I deem a reasonable point 3 to be at the time.
Now then, let's get down to it shall we?
Are we all sitting comfortably? I care not.
Melaisis, I demand that you cease and desist with your analytical obscenities, I say sir, that YOU are a fool. My Neighbour Totoro (Totari no Totoro in the Japanese) is one of the best things ever created, what more could you want than a giant mystical forest spirit as your neighbour? Better yet I have two words for you (small exciteable children may wish to cover their eyes for this...) CatBus. Yes. That's right, those two words are Cat and Bus. But together, and idneed do speak truth, that truth being that the cat in question...is also capable of being a bus. I kid you not.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catbus
Ingenious no?
POINT 2!
Octopus, it tastes good and doesn't belong in porn. 'Nuff said.
Point 3...you've been waiting for this one haven't you? Let' see what I can do with it...
How about...drugs!
Yes, that's right, you've heard about them in school, you've heard about them in the media and probably also from your hippy stoner parents, and the general concensus seems to be that...you guessed it! Drugs are bad! Drugs will kill you! If you take drugs you'll think you can fly and jump out of a window! Except maybe from the stoner parents, you probably just got a "Woooo...yeah....heh" out of them. (We call that literary technique a "Chekov's Gun" kids, look it up)
But the thing is, and the very reason I deemed this a worthy point 3 over say, terrorism, pornography or "bangin' choonz" is this question.
Are they really all that bad?
After extensive research I have my verdict. No. Not really. Just be careful, make sure you know your source as well as your substance and you should do fine...aside of the risk of serious addictions to a few...that one can be a bit of a doozy.
But for serious. An example. LSD (Acid, Hawk, Lightning Streak, Lysergic acid diethylamide) as an example. This is, the safest drug on the planet (not speaking literally, don't start) it's main risk is that of a bad trip which can be discouraged by taking the right precautions (Referred to in "the biz" as Set and Setting). But Wombat! Acid will make me jump off a rooftop, or have flashbacks! I hear you cry, well friends. No, it won't. It might make you think you can fly, but it won't MAKE you do anything. Nor will it put the idea in your head that jumping off a building would be the best way to test that theory. Try from the ground first fools. And flashbacks? Well, our good man Science says that's not so, and that flashbacks experienced by users are not directly linked to the drug!
You know it's less poisonous than Asprin? Or get this. Vitamin C.
Let me say that one again.
Less. Poisonous. Than. Vitamin C.
Now the point of that little rant wasn't to say, "Woo let's all go do drugs!" or "Woo drugs are the best thing ever! We should legalize them all!" because we certainly shouldn't, too much work and I'm not a complete idiot, what it was meant to achieve, and hopefully in some small way has done, is to get you, the reader, to think before you accept wholehartedly what you've been told. Hell for all you know I just lied my ass off! Vitamin C? That shit's pretty healthy I hear...but then apparantly so was Soylent Green.
Because you've been so good, and stuck by me through that little speech, I'm going to leave you with something, a rememdy to my friend Melaisis' poisoning of your ears earlier.
I call them the Mad Capsule Markets...you could call them something else, but then you'd be an idiot.
I give you...
Scary!
So that people don't get bitchy, this is where I got most of my info from in point 3. Look about the whole site eh? including offsite links. I did.
http://www.erowid.org/
http://www.thegooddrugsguide.com/lsd/
Until next time.
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18: 27 - The Real Reason Why MySpace Is The Demise Of The Internet
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Written by: Melaisis
"Hi," she said. "How are you?"
Did this person care if I was alright? No. It is a typical conversation starter over an instant messenger. As if I had just met this person off the street. A mangy, homeless person who wants to speak to a lanky nerd such as myself. Probably to sell her Big Issue. Well, that would be if that opener was commencing in 'RL'. After all, how often do you see people randomly starting up conversations with each other in the street? Other than to sell their shitty wares, of course. We just don't. Because society says we can't. Now, I'm infamous for my great people skills...
...Hang on...
What 'people skills'? My ability to ask random people questions fearlessly? It's a piece of piss! Yet, of course, because we are not reared from birth to do this sort of stuff - quite the opposite, in fact - I am able to do the unusual and break out of the taboo. Now, why are we discouraged from doing what I do and talk to random people if the situation requires it? Because the media portrays strangers to be all weird folk who are more likely to kidnap you than help you. This, is bullshit, however. You're around one thousand times more likely to choke on a wooden dildo thrust into your mouth by a reanimated cadaver and die due to lack of oxygen than actually be abducted by a stranger off the street that you've just asked directions to the nearest brothel from. Unless you are in Amsterdam, of course. If you're there; you never require directions to the nearest brothel. But I'm digressing...
...As I've said before; on the Internet, the rules change. Due to the mix of culture, safety options, anonamity and general escapism from the media's world - people are generally different. More open. More wise-cracking. More interested in meeting others. This is where my point comes in:
This girl - at least I think it's a girl - has just added me to her MSN contacts list. We're speaking for the first time. She says hi, I say hi back. Nothing wrong with that. Oh shit. There is! For what if we built a friendship together? ON THE INTERNET!? How dare us! What about what we look like? What about how good we can look? What if she's missing a limb and hasn't told me!?
But this is the Internet. No one gives a fuck. As long as you're interesting and original (no, kids, liking Spongebob Squarepants isn't original) then people will tend to like you. Of course, it's the ability to adapt and survive in different communities (especially forums) paried with this which makes people get along with each other. After all, you don't want to go on a Furry forum and start expressing your views on the UK's occupation of the Falklands during the 1980s. The people there go around thinking they're half-wolf, half-human for Christ's sake - they won't be the smartest kids in the playground.
But that's the beauty of the Internet. If you've got the will, and got the way - you can go everywhere and do everything. Talk to people you would of never even dreamt of meeting in your life if you didn't have the 'net. On my first few months on the 'web' (such an old term) I met a Norwegian supermodel (alright, she wasn't a professional supermodel - but she looked it and sounded it), some gay fella from Scotland who obviously fancied me, and a fourteen year-old from the United Arab Emrites. And I know I've spelt that wrong. How did I meet these people? Through the Age of Mythology chatroom. How come? 'Cause they were interesting, funny and somewhat needing pity. Did I care about what they looked like, sounded like or how sparkly their homepage looked?
No!
They turned out to be some of the strangest and most interesting people I've met. Ever (aside from Kenny Crane, a few YouTubers and the owners of this blog). MySpace, is changing this social revolution, however.
I pick on MySpace, because it is often subject to a lot of stick. No, not those things which you pull off trees, but I mean stuff like 'MySpace is full of emo bastards!' and 'MySpace is a laggy piece of shit funded by the mass media!'. Both statements are true, of course, but this point adds to the stewing, over-boiling pot of ignorance that is MySpace.
Fans of En Masse will remember this:
My satirical MySpace profile.
I created it as a bit of a laugh to begin with, really. Since then I've fleshed it out slightly - and now have over one hundred friends.
Wow, Melaisis! Over one hundred friends! I bet you get messaged every day from your adoring fans!
NOT!
I message many people who post bulletins. Sometimes out of character, mostly in character of Patrick Swang. Patrick has issues, you see. He slits his throat and every time he does so he leaks literacy. I'm getting sidetracked again, aren't I? Point is, you know how many people reply? ONE OUT OF EVERY FIFTEEN!
Well, you see, on MySpace, things aren't on the Internet as they should be. You know why? Because everyone is so fucking shallow. Before on the Internet, people didn't go around posting their 'great pix' every bloody place in order to get attention like people do in real life! They used wit! Humour! CONVERSATION! But on MySpace? Post your tits and you get a thousand friends! Don't have any real pics? SORRY, BLOCKED!
And that's another thing! Surely, on most websites, you can restrict if some moron is talking shit to you at some extent. But not whole groups of people who may be very nice - but simply look ugly! Yeah, you may be a genius! But you don't have a six pack? GET OUT OF MY MYSPACE FACE!
To avoid this, of course, the ugly, nerdish and downright typical wanderers of the Internet feel the need to restrict how bad they actually look. Photoshop comes into affect! Clean up that complextion! You can't have puberty! It will restrict your friend count! Broken jaw you say? No comments for you for six months! This ISN'T HOW THE INTERNET WORKED! In the good old days, no one really cared (well, they did if you mentioned them, but you would probably be easily dismissed) if you're on size double F bras, or a spotty teenager, or 46/m/uk. It was the person inside that counted! A socialnet revolution, some would call it!
MySpace and sites like it are giving as much pressure as the real world is to people to look pretty and forget who they really are; as long as they can conform (read the many rants out there about how MySpace is totally 'emo'). Who cares what you look like, when you have hawt pix?
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15: 20 - I think I've LOST my new feature...
Monday, November 20, 2006
Written by: Well, er, is it just me? Guess so...Dee4leeds
The new feature is even more reviews you, the readers, don't care about. Each week I, the Lost fan on the trio, will be giving my view of the past episode to air on Sky One.
Episode 301 - A Tale of Two Cities
A Jack episode.
This had the greatest 10 minutes in Lost history so far. (In the UK that is!) It starts with Juliet a new other attending a book club, in a normal suburban location, when the ground begins to shake violently. When this stops everyone goes outside to see Oceanic Flight 815 being torn apart in midair. Followed by "Henry Gale" setting orders to Eathan (Killed by Charlie in S1) and Goodwin (Killed by Ana-Lucia in S2) to create lists of the fuselage and the tail section respectively. This introduction of the Others as completely new people was just a giant mind fuck, of which I have never experienced, well not in a very long time. We saw "Henry Gale" as who he really is. (Not his full name, too much information in one go for Lost!) Anyway it did answer questions, like where do the Others live, but raised many more, like what is going to happen in the next two weeks to Kate which is so important. Hooray for the Dharma Brand fish biscuit!
Episode 302 - The Glass Ballerina
A Sun Episode.
Another, if not better, great episode for Lost season 3. If that standtards keep this high the show will be maybe too good? (Like it alreadly isnt...HA!) This one finally moves away from the Hydra and expands to Desmondo's boat. (That reminds me...what the hells happened in the hatch?) The boat is occupied by Sun, Jin and Sayid (All the minorities? Meh.) The Others find out and ambush it, twist time, Sun kills Pickitts wife! Jin says he understands more english. Sayid tries to ambush the Others with a trick which backfires...literally. Alex seems to be on the run...as is Karl! Boston Red socks winning the world seires? EWARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
More next week
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13: 25 - Review: Casino Royale
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Written by: ALL
Review by: Dee4leeds
I saw this film the day it was released.
But before the review i will give my stance. Before, during and after Daniel Craig was chosen I have backed him 100%. Its the first time a Bond has been chosen who could attchully kill someone not some twat with a gadget (*Cough* Pierce Brosnan *Cough*).
This film is so different from the other bond films, in a good way of course. There's no Money Penny or Q. (Good thing!) Theres a lack of Gadgets (Good thing!) and the film feels real because of the lack of CGI. (Good thing!) Daniel Craig is the greatest Bond, swarve but sane, tough but tormented. He is Bond. Back to the film, this movie relies on the story not action for entertainment and is better for it. The Storytelling is so good the action seems like a way to prolonged the great story and twist it even more so.
Bond playing Texas Hold 'em. GAY!!
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11: 11 - Review: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan
Friday, November 17, 2006
Written by: ALL
Review by: Dee4leeds
Amusing...Mabye. Humorous...Kinda. Pants wettingly funny...big tick! This is the second greatest comedy film ever created. First being Airplane! I dont fell you can really give this film a normal review. So i'll give it a weird one. *Weird Wine Kone Movement*
Jak sie masz. My name Dee4leeds. I like this movie-film. Is nice! My Blog send me to Blogger post thing to make movie-film review. Please, read review. If it not success, I will be execute. HIGH FIVE...
Back to reality.
This film is great. Go see it. I demand it! SEE IT GOD DAMN YOU!
Review by: Melaisis
Words cannot describe how perfect this film is. A review would be futile. The social satire... the ignorance... the anti-sementism... THE IRONY!
Truly a great movie. All the way from 'The Running of the Jew' (A annual race in Kazakhstan in which two people dress up in two giant constumes of people with devil horns and other demonic features) and are chased throughout the streets, occansionally being beaten; right until the end, where Borat tries to kidnap Pamela Anderson in order for him to marry her against her will (the bravest thing anyone could ever do, I think) - this movie delivers.
Go. Now. See. K?
Review by: Wombatlord
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Written by: Melaisis
Who says Chavs aren't capable of irony and satire? The following is a video of Justin Timberlake's new (well, quite old, but it takes a while for England to catch on) video of 'My Love':
'Ugh', you're thinking. 'It's shite.' 'It's just Timberlake and this fat black guy saying the same thing over and over again.' Yes, well, that's because it is, until about three minutes in. Until then, it is just JT and Timbaland taking it in turns to say 'My Love'. Which makes the title appropriate for once, I assume. But perhaps that is unrelated. Now, I'm not that big of a fan of R and B and shite like that, as I find it is mainly done by poesurs and mediocre rap stars nowadays. Heck, even 'My Love' falls victim to this by shoving T.I (the slim-looking black rapper) towards the end. As a song alone, there is nothing in 'My Love' that makes it stand out from all the other trash on Galaxy. In fact, if I heard this being played on Galaxy, I would promptly through in a few lude comments and then change the radio station. It is the video that makes this a - quite original - masterpiece.
I first found out about Timbaland a few months ago, when - by a set of strange events - ended up watching the following video:
Alas! The infamous Pussycat Dolls! They can't spell ('stik wif u'), and can't sing. This video represents this perfectly. Piece of shite, as usual. Except when Mr. Timbaland comes in. His performance on camera, and natural fit with the rythmn is legendary. He has the looks of a awesome sitcom actor, and the msuical talent of a superstar. Timbaland is great; passionate about the song, even when the girls are doing their usual slutty poledancing on the tube. For a R and B star, I think Timbaland has surpassed all usual expectations greatly.
What do you get when you combine this with Timberlake's exeedlingly high voice and light outlook on life? My Love. In the opening, dark interior of the set in the video, Timbaland and 'Lake are playing rock, paper, sicissors and attempting to dance whilst they get through (quite admittably) the most boring part of the song. The duo aren't trying to be 'gangsta' and not show this. They're fully accepting the monotony they're having to go through - reflecting the very lyrics of the song.
Then, the main part of the song kicks in. Timberlake gets in his stride, and does some truly awesome dancing. Without the video, this song would fail miserably - but with the video? Perfect portrayal of what all three of the guys in it wanted to say.
Top marks.
That was a complete lie. The thing which makes this video great, is three minutes and fifty two seconds in.
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20: 52 - WE WANT WI-FI! WE WANT WI-FI!
Monday, November 13, 2006
Written by: Dee4leeds
Lord of the Periodical En Masse Rants is fully supporting Five's The Gadget Show's campaign to get the UK Fully wi-fi connected and for free.
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Friday, November 10, 2006
Written by: Melaisis
This, is a clip from the Fox show 'Trading Spouses'. Basically the American version of our 'Wife Swap'. The protagonist in this short film is the self-proclaimed 'God Warrior' - who was unforunate enough to be a terribly fanatical right-wing Christian, who went to a pagan household. Luckily for my fading belief in the human race, it seems her family aren't as sad, or crazy, as the God Warrior. Since, of course, the woman pagan came to their house - she's convinced the house is 'tainted'.
But it really just sounds like a bad Lonelygirl15 episode.
Oh, and for those of you who want to see the X-TREME version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EIwectherU
And finally, the best mix of any Shakira song, ever:
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Written by: Dee4leeds
...can be summed up in one single emoticon.
(I love that emoticon!)
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