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Is there, or will there ever be, a console better than the N64?
Short answer: No
Long answer: I don't think you ever be able to beat such a monster of a console. The games were so much better than they are now, I think that we will never have a better FPS then Goldeneye 007 and a better action game than Pokémon Stadium. Both of those games can be picked up from your local Gamestation I mean Game or Blockbuster games for around 2 quid each. Now that's a bargain, especially when comparing it to the price of games such as Halo and Pokemon XD. And all these games came on Cartridges, in my opinion BETTER than CD-ROMs, HD-ROMS or Blurays. They didn't scratch all the time unlike an impressionable 13-year DJ. Now the controllers. People hated them. People despised them. Don't I didn't, I thought it was a sign of Nintendo's eccentricity, which could be seen as the reason for the deservedly popular Wii console. The ability to hold the controller like a gun for FPS and as a standard controller for platformers just called out to me as something I would do if I was payed to design consoles (HINT NINTENDO HINT). Also the controllers paved the way for rumble features, which is an necessary for all consoles. (Get the fucking hint SONY, I don't care for you sixais. Microsoft carry on as you are, your not doing anything wrong. (Except over-pricing on Xbox Live.)) All of these to me means that you'll never beat the almighty, all-concurring Nintendo 64. The only problem I have is, I need to buy the console again. But hopefully I can find the Pokémon edition, the one where Pikachu's cheeks light up. Yeah, that was cool. Who am I kidding? That IS cool.
...all the way back to when I was blogging my arse off on "Dee4leeds Daily Rants." Yes that's right, above is one of my first posts on a blog, my blog virginity if you will. Wow, it's been a long time, my style of writing has changed, I was very more...random back then in early 2006. By the way, before you ask, I merged my blog with this blog. Just as Tehprodigy has done and soon Wombarlord will have done. (It's just Mel being awkward with his blog.)
Right, why have I brought this up? Because I have found a female who can rock.
YES, IT IS POSSIBLE!
The lead singer of rock band Paramore is finally, and possibly the only, female who can rock. And do it well.
Here's a selection of song from Paramore:
Yes that's right, at 1:05 on this site (or 2:15 on youtube) the lead singer gets a face full of guitar. Ouch! Hmm, parts of that video sucks, but ignore that just listen to the song.
Hmm. I guess that's the start and end of this post.
Before the start of the review I shall state that I didn't sit around for 15 minuites coming up with this title...I did it in the cinema.
Hmm. It's been a long time since I reviewed something, and that was easy becuase I had a set way of doing things which seems popular with the outside world. (AKA Newell.) So on with the show...review, show-review, a review. The first fantastic four film was great, all it was lacking was a really outstanding action scene. So I thought this should be a even greater film becuase all they have to do is add an action scene. I'm sorry Tim but you fucked up. Story is greater than action. Story is better than CGI. Story is better than fucking up Galactus. Which brings me to my next point, Galactus. Was it me or was the point of adding him/her/it/cloud/CGI in to the film in the last 15 minitues to add a reason for action? Because it didn't work. The watching audience are thinking "Hey that "cloud" is about to eat earth but...WHO CARES?" Making "Morpheus the Silver Surfer" say he/it is the destroyer of the universe dosen't add depth. Why is it destroying Earth? And why if Morpheus...I mean Silver surfer can stop it why is he scared of it. I'll tell you why...PLOT HOLES. Maybe they deliberatly on purpose tried to add things for a third film. Titles for the third film..."Fantastic Four: Rise of another B-character" Ok crap joke. Positives...positives... STAN LEE! What a cameo, worth the entrence fee of £5.75(!)
Rating: 2/5 - Lacking...a story.
Review by: Melaisis
I saw this film at the weekend.
I agree with the cameo of Stan Lee cameo being worth seeing. But there's also other aspects of the story in general which I enjoyed that Dee seems to disagree with. Now, to be honest, I didn't go watch the first Fantastic Four. I thought it was gonna be simply another kids movie funded by Marvel I'd rather simply skip than actually go see. After all, as many of you have probably noticed: My interest in films isn't exactly mainstream. But it stands to reason that the sequel to that-movie-I-didn't-see-in-the-first-place was alright. I mean, the story was a bit all-over-the-place, the wedding of the two 'major' characters (Reed Richards and Susan Storm) appears to take priority to begin with. The whole small story arc around the team being celebrities is rather amusing, providing some light-hearted romance in an otherwise, quite dark film for a PG. As for the rest of the plot; well, that's quite literally a different story (hah!). Inclusion of both the Silver Surfer and Galactus wasn't something necessary, per say - as the Surfer could have easily been the main antagonist from the beginning; destroying planets with his own reasons. Galactus's appearance as the true omega figure, however, was probably pushed by the original writers more than the director; much like the situation with featuring both Sandman and Venom in Spiderman 3. Another parallel with both movies is that each has a returning 'anti-hero' from earlier in series. In the Spidey realm, Osbourne Jr. returns to reprise his father's role as a more angsty Green Goblin. And with the Fantastic Four, we have the all-so-appropriately-named 'Victor Von Doom' (bit of a giveaway, really) who wishes to use the Surfer's board for his own means. How typical.
A little too much for a few hours? Maybe. Just maybe.
Dee4leeds' Introduction: Yeah I have selt out too! I have a guest writer for this entry. I decided to get one for something I one day plan to be, and Evil Overlord... But I plan not to use the term "evil" as it gives the wrong idea. I's say "Positively Challenged." Once again, thanks Peter Anspach.
The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord
1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
4. Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
5. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
6. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.
7. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."
8. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
9. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.
10. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.
11. I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.
12. One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
13. All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
14. The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.
15. I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
16. I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."
17. When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.
18. I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
19. I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
20. Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.
21. I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.
22. No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
23. I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.
24. I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)
25. No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.
26. No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.
27. I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.
28. My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
29. I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.
30. All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
31. All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.
32. I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.
33. I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.
34. I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
35. I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
36. I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.
37. If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
38. If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.
39. If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
40. I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
41. Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.
42. When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.
43. I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.
44. I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
45. I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
46. If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
47. If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.
48. I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.
49. If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
50. My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.
51. If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people-oriented position.
52. I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.
53. If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
54. I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
55. The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.
56. My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.
57. Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owner's manual.
58. If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.
59. I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.
60. My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.
61. If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?", I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.
62. I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.
63. Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.
64. I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.
65. If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
66. My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.
67. No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.
68. I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
69. All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.
70. When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
71. If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.
72. If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my unstoppable superweapon on them.
73. I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.
74. When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.
75. I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.
76. If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)
77. If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.
78. I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."
79. If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition commemorative coins.
80. If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.
81. If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.
82. I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.
83. If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.
84. I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.
85. I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."
86. I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.
87. My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.
88. If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.
89. After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
90. I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.
91. I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.
92. If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)
93. If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go first.
94. When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.
95. My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening up the cell for a look.
96. My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.
97. My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.
98. If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.
99. Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.
100. Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.
Mel's Introduction: Another guest entry today. Going on how popular Corinne's anti-teen sex post was, featured by yours truly, I've decided to incorporate another blogger's post (with permission) into this post. That's right: For in December I saw a film that would change the way I viewed cinema forever. This movie, was Children of Men. Ever since, I have trying to find the right words to describe the experience in some sort of rational order. But it's difficult: The masterpiece is packed with such emotion and action that hardly anyone can summarise it by using simple English. Well, that's what I thought; until discovering FullMetal_Atheist on Spout (My new hangout). Ladies and gentlemen, I give you; The review of a film that would define a generation:
Whether you buy its central premise or not, Alfonso Cuaron's adaptation of PD James' novel is, without doubt, one of the most technically startling pictures of the year. Even viewing it on a DVD screener copy, as I did, the films atmosphere of a world on the brink of total human extinction is both intoxicating and overwhelming.
An excellent Clive Owen is Theo Faron, ex political activist and world-weary everyman in 2027 London, capitol of the last remaining outpost of civilization. For reasons unknown every single human woman on the planet has been infertile since 2009. As Faron himself so succinctly puts it "In fifty years it'll all be over". Children of Men's London makes that of the silly, but similarly totalitarian V for Vendetta look like a holiday camp. Or maybe it's the other way round, depending on how you feel about holiday camps. The government rounds up all foreigners and cages them before they are shipped to the Guatanamo-like Bexhill-on-Sea internment camp. Suicide kits are freely available, martial law reigns and political activists are, seemingly, framed for acts of terrorism in order to discredit them. Faron begins the film completely apolitical but quickly becomes a fugitive when he is charged with protecting, and hiding, a young black girl who is the worlds first pregnant mother in eighteen years.
It's hard to describe the plot without giving away more than one would wish but there are also star turns by Julianne Moore as a member of the 'Fishes', who are determined to secure equal rights for the mass of immigrants entering Britain and Michael Caine as an old pothead who was once a political cartoonist in the Steve Bell mould.
What Cuaron succeeds so brilliantly in doing with Children of Men is creating an utterly believable vision of the End of the World. Unlike most films, where it's all over in a flash, this is the slow death of humankind and it's truly nightmareish. It's interesting that we, as individuals, are essentially selfish creatures and yet if faced with the total extinction of our species it's easy to imagine this kind of resigned apathy taking place. With no generation to replace your own, whats the point in creating anything new? Art, technology, literature would all be a waste of time without anyone to pass them on to.
The film never explains why this calamity has occurred. Indeed, it's unclear whether this is some Divine Retribution for humankind's evil ways or the result of some manmade catastrophe. As with much of the film, the beauty lies in the ability to read it in either a spiritual or purely secular way. Having said that, some of the religious allegory can get a bit much. The morally ambiguous 'Fishes' employ the famous Ichthys logo as their symbol and, at the risk of giving away a major plot point, the baby is born in a stable-like enviroment, complete with braying horse on the soundtrack and middle-eastern folk crossing themselves and bowing down to mankinds possible saviour.
Yet Cuaron pulls the whole thing together brilliantly. Let's not forget this was the only man who has managed to make a truly entertaining Harry Potter movie, so he's clearly a cinematic miracle-worker himself. Much of the films backstory is told using snippets of dialogue, newspaper clippings and the ubiquitous plasma screens that cover every square inch of central London. Technically, as I stated earlier, the film is simply astouding. A first-act scene inside a moving car employs what appears to be a continuous camera shot from inside the vehicle whilst chaos ensues outside. You really have to see it to fully appreciate how mind-bending it is. The fact that Cuaron also throws a real shock into the scene, plotwise, means that if the movie hasn't hooked you already there's no way he won't have you now. It's a measure of how masterly this scene is that Spielberg did much the same thing, in a much showier way, during a relatively quiet moment in War of the Worlds but with far less impact but, one suspects, considerably more CGI.
Then there's the, already celebrated, last-third tracking shot through a war-torn internment camp. Even now, 48 hours after seeing the film this scene is seared on my brain. I don't want this to turn into a 'Cuaron is better than Spielberg' rant but this sequence, while similar to shots in Saving Private Ryan is much more poweful than anything in that film, and it has one hell of an emotional payoff, too. But Children of Men is considerably more than the sum of its parts. I've seen some reviews from England (where the film is old news now, having been released back in October) claiming that this isn't an action movie, it isn't a sci-fi movie. Well, actually it's both and it seems totally unashamed to be a genre pic. It is sci-fi, and the most harrowing and convincing vision of the future since Blade Runner (and that's some accomplishemt). It is a thriller, and its thrills are terrifying (is there anything, in the annals of horror film history, more disturbing than an abandoned school?) It is an action flick, and it's the most exciting and hearstopping of the year, by a very large margin. But Children of Men is also a story about the very real world we live in now, what we are doing to ourselves and the way we might be heading. It's a warning, an extremely sobering one. For all it's bleakness, however, I believe the films real message is this: It's not too late for us to change things around, but it may be tomorrow.
A lot of people - especially on Spout, seem to approve of this movie greatly. After all, for a lot of them, they joined the website only after being suggested to do so by the directors/stars of the film in order to support the fianical side of the project. So taking influence from other reviewers would make me as biased as them ultimately. So I'll simply judge it upon what I've seen and not any other reviewers who have apparently discovered great, subtle, polysemic meanings hidden all throughout.
That isn't to say any of these characteristics don't exist in this film; because they do. The cinematography is amazing; from things such as the original footage shot at the beginning of the feature - to the lighting effects and capturing of a hundred birds flying away at one point; which is probably there to symbolise the real 'freedom' the two have discovered by that point in the movie. You can tell from the word 'go' that all the money wasted upon buying cameras and similar equipment was really well spent. The landscapes and overall atmosphere of the setting to this movie really conveys the themes of repression and monotony, and, later on, space and distress. A great, typical 'independant' with a definiate artsy feel in all of those respects, then. But what about the features that the majority of the population would want to watch this for?
Now, I am the first to admit that bad actors and short-stories have been featured on YouTube before, but the nature of characters within this film really undermines them all. For 71 minutes, you would really imagine some sort of 'development' between the cast. This, however, is not the case. Now, I might be the type of person who prefers action/horror movies such as Children of Men and, more recently, The Hitcher - where the true, unprejudiced and unhindered desperate sides of humanity really show through - yet this film should not be any different, surely? After all, the male protagonist begins as a sex-obbessed, yet-enivous-of-other-couples loner; who is only to have slight paranoia about both of those issues later Surely those aspects should be expanded and over-come throughout the duration? Or is that just my 'cliche, Western Hollywood-goer' outlook on things? Most likely,. yet I like to see at least some development over the time of watching a film, regardless of it's origins or genre. This film contains little of both, the two main characters trapped within a surreal plotline which has been stitched together amidst the chaos and Daria-esque problems of the duo. If anything, the ideas that the man begins with - the traits which make this film interesting to watch and give it it's bloody title; are thrown out of the window and leaves the viewer clueless as to whether they are ever resolved or not. Instead, they are replaced with negative 'vibes' and a half-arsed 'feel good' climax right at the final hurdle, which is, of course, the creation of the project itself.
The production of this film, it appears, has been of the highest quality. These two film-markers are talented beyond belief. Yet this is a raw talent which still needs to be refined, evolved and let loose into something which the masses (and I do mean, the masses, not some pseudo-intellectual 13 year-olds which thing they're cool because they had nothing better to do except watch it all in it's entirity only to be confused by the end) will enjoy. It is a great project, and no one is denying that. Just the actual underlaying content of this film is what lets it down - as it may be very special and 'touching' to some; it certainly isn't to others. A waste of resources? Probably not; as at least we all know now what the 'alternative' film industry is capable of. I love seeing parts of people's lives; yet this is slightly too nouveau and somewhat irrelavant for my liking.
Hmm. Season 3. 2 weeks ago right now I was sat facing this computer watching Lost on the Internet, (Which I had... "acquired"... legally) and needed to find a plane ticket to Lost writers and kiss their feet. In this season review I will rereview each episode now more of the details have been explained/revealed. So if the ratings don't match up, that's why.
Flashback Rating: 4/5 - Feels like a sawyer flashback...I know what I mean.
Realtime Rating: 2/5 - Two islands... who cares?
Episode Rating: 3/5 - Lacklustre.
Flashback Rating: 4/5 - Eko in his true badass self!
Realtime Rating: 4/5 - The pearl, Eko, Desmond Flash
Episode Rating: 4/5 - Yeah! A good episode of the mini-season.
Flashback Rating: 2/5 - Well it gets an extra 1 for introducing Richard.
Realtime Rating: 3/5 - DIE PICKETT DIE!
Episode Rating: 2/5 - No Good... Really lacklustre
Flashback Rating: 2/5 - Rather Lame.
Realtime Rating: 4/5 - Hurley! It's Ben's dad!
Episode Rating: 3/5 - Washes Stranger in a Strange Land out of my mouth.
Flashback Rating: 3/5 - Went nowhere with no relevance. (Except for the Cat.)
Realtime Rating: 4/5 - We finally met Mikhail.
Episode Rating: 4/5 - Good. This episode provides evidence for Syaters like me.
Flashback Rating: 4/5 - Wow! Claire is Jack's half brother...and that means?
Realtime Rating: 3/5 - Good, but kind of boring in parts episode.
Episode Rating: 3/5 - Can't really decide on anything.
Flashback Rating: 4/5 - Yeah! Locke got crippled!
Realtime Rating: 4/5 - [Sarcasm]Didn't see that ending coming[/sarcasm]
Episode Rating: 4/5 - Yeah, good all rounder. But that wait for a resolution for this episode was too long.
Flashback Rating: 4/5 - The return of Arzt is always great!
Realtime Rating: 3/5 - Too short again.
Episode Rating: 4/5 - As much as I hated Nikki and Paulo...this episode rules.
Flashback Rating: 1/5 - Only just better than Stranger in a Strange Land.
Realtime Rating: 1/5 - Only just better than Stranger in a Strange Land.
Episode Rating: 1/5 - Only just better than Stranger in a Strange Land.
Flashback Rating: 5/5 - One to show "non-believers" that Lost is not made by up on the spot.
Realtime Rating: 3/5 - OK, not actually that good when thinking back.
Episode Rating: 4/5 - Good flashback I guess.
Flashback Rating: 5/5 - Shame we didn't find out even more about the purge.
Realtime Rating: 5/5 - We see Jacob, what more do you want?
Episode Rating: 5/5 - Could of worked as the finale!
Flashback Rating: 3/5 - The flaw to this episode.
Realtime Rating: 5/5 - The not-flaw to this episode.
Episode Rating: 4/5 - You could really tell this was the penultimate episode.
Flashforward Rating: 4/5 - But what can I compare it with?
Realtime Rating: 5/5 - JACK YOU IDIOT!
Episode Rating: 5/5 - So glad Locke killed Naomi.
Best and Worst
Best Episode: The Man Behind the Curtain - Kicked Ass. Worst Episode: Stranger in a Strange Land - Bai Ling, step away from the show.
Best Momment: Nikki walking up right before being killed - The only time I shouted when watching it! Worst Momment: Stranger in a Strange Land - Any part of this turd episode.
Season League Table
1st - Season 2 2nd - Season 3 3rd - Season 1
So till next year! Ciao!
Next Year - Episode 401 - Season 4 Premiere - ...Hasn't been announced yet.
I know, I know: Three blog posts in two days. It appears that the fact that the other bloggers here on The Three R's are posting now (as opposed to simply me and Dee dominating the writing ranks) has inspired me to do better. In addition, if we sell-out to a major corporation (as if!) than I can demand a greater share of the profits, because 'of that time I made three entries in the space of forty-eight hours'. However, I don't wish for this to simply be a post about how wonderful it would be to earn money simply by making the most text upon a screen. No, for you see, reader, I've been playing a lot of games recently. No, not The Game - that's something completely different entirely. Of course, I am referring to videogames, the new 'STALKER: Shadow Of That-Place-In-Ukraine' more specifically. A lot of hype was made about said game; claiming it to be a wonderful mix of RPG and first-person shooter. This reminded me slightly of Oblivion, and, understandably, I was scared. I'm not saying that Elder Scrolls: Oblivion wasn't a great game; because it was. Yet the repetitive dialogue, samey dungeons and hurried story made a great, free-roaming adventure into something dead and lacking passion. Now, I'm probably asking to be flamed for that; but, in comparison, Oblivion has nothing on STALKER.
Of course, it helped originally that I am a great fan of first-person shooters to begin with. Along with 90% of the teenage male population, it appears. Yet Counter-Strike and Half Life 2 may be wonderfully compelling and fulfilling games in each way (for the former, being screamed at and called a 'hacker' because you're winning by 100 kills on the worst server ever, and the great storyline in the latter). Yet STALKER brings something new to the multiplayer and single-player experience/s respectively. It takes a very simple idea of the possibility of another incident at Chernobyl - the site of the devastating nuclear fusion blast during the 1980s which marked the downfall of the USSR; but this time, at a much later date (i.e, another 'accident' takes place in 2006). No one really knows what caused the second blast, and so many freelance explorers go to find out. The government of Ukraine disapproves immensely - citing the 'Zone' is too radioactive and hazardous to explore. Yet those who throw themselves into the area often have nothing to lose; being murderers, rapists and all time of society's usual 'scum'. Very quickly, taboo of the 'old life' is pushed aside, and various, freelance-filled communities are set up, each hunting mysterious artefacts that have appeared within the region. These communities and the people who operate within them, are known as Stalkers. None of this is told directly in the game, mind. Much of it is documented within the game manual or subtle hints are dropped from characters within the story itself. There is none of the typical 'Oh, hi; this is the backstory, in it's entirety' feel to this game - as the mystery itself compels the player to keep running and exploring. To find out more and more information from various sources - much like Half Life 2 does, regarding the war between the Combine and humans - which is only referred to once by Dr. Vance in the main game - despite the huge part it obviously played in the prologue and events leading up to those depicted within the sequel to Half Life. Characters appear natural, even via ways as subtle as this - and making the world a whole lot more believable.
There is so much atmosphere - even only a few hours in - to this game. Want a real example? Alright. I'm sat in a ruin, it's mainly made out of rock and stone - and was evidently abandoned during the evacuation of the Zone during the 1980s due to the spread of radiation. It was, supposedly, a house of some kind - yet now little more than a few crumbling walls and the very beams of the wooden roof remain. However, the 'house' has been inhabited again, it seems, by myself a few other Stalkers from the same village. I had come within the building in order to escape the nightly rain before making the next leg of my personal journey. The trio of my comrades who sat next to me, around the fire, however, had been within the heap since the early hours of that morning. I had personally liberated the 'cosy' residence from a group of bandits - and now, the small group I had accomplished the liberation with, sat solemnly about - drinking from vodka bottles (apparently to negate the effects of the radiation) and huddled close to a blaze within a large rubbish can, trying to stay warm whilst the storm raged outside. Conversation was light, it appeared; but since the dialogue between each of the companions was Russian, I didn't understand a word. In fact, this alienation and obvious language barrier; coupled with the stern looks each would look up and give me every few moments, made me feel very uncomfortable. Had these shabby, dusty men forgotten the favour I did for them that very same morning? Or were they still suspicious, after viewing my supreme gunning skills in combat? I didn't bother to ask.
There is a loud noise outside. I thought it was thunder, yet one of my allies gets up from the floor, takes his silver pistol from the holster upon his belt, and moves to gaze outside into the night. Nothing. Yet as he sits back down, another bump and knocking comes from without the stone walls - evidently not simple weather effects. Two of the three are now on their feet, weapons drawn. One automatically goes to one entrance to the building, another to the obvious exit. They stand and wait; I can clearly see their eyes darting back and forth within the thin and tired faces. Waiting. The night trails onward, and the fire blazes low within the centre of the room - drawing up long shadows upon the wall. At long last, one of the sentries turns around, his gun lowered for a second, and is shot in the back out of the darkness.
His body goes sprawling forward a few feet, to land in a heap upon the fire. His body slowly begins to burn - but no one has the time to try and preserve it. I have already got my own gun drawn - a sawn-off shotgun; a weapon stolen from one of the bandits from earlier; and my relaxed, NPC counterpart is already upon his feet, ready to replace his dead comrade and fight to the death. I go to join him - the murderers of our dead friend already pouring into the building, ducking and running as they come. Only around five bandits, probably - yet that five are more than capable of destroying three Stalkers; especially with the element of surprise. From the corner of my eye, I see my newly-found-friend run for cover himself, whilst the sounds of boots treading quickly upon sodden ground grow closer and closer. I load by double-barrels, and the rush hits us like a tidal wave. There is some initial confusion as to who was who, as grenades and the sounds of gunfire flood all around me. At one point, a bandit is able to sneak up behind me and, when ready to give a fatal blow to the back of my skull at point-blank range, the other of my two living fellow Stalkers gives the bandit a quick blast from his pistol himself. We believe we are holding our position well - until a tall, seemingly robed man storms in, spraying wildly with an automatic rifle into our small room. Another of our group goes down, yet I am able to easily blow the maddened gunner away, his body being thrown backwards, as my own friend's was only moments ago when the conflict started.
And, just like that, it was over. The remaining guard of the camp sits himself back down within the midst of the bodies and bloody floor, helping himself to more vodka whilst shakily moaning about the situation. I sigh and look outside - the rain had stopped and the first rays of daylight had come over the horizon. It appeared it was my time to set off, once again.
I hate first-person present tense, yet that was an actual account of what happened during a completely unscripted encounter between factions. This adds so, so much to the game's immersion and really furthers the playability by around a million percent. Despite the game's open-endedness and initial thoughts to 'simply kill everyone in sight', you quickly realise that your own, moral views have to be applied within the game to survive. Killing and literally backstabbing your friends? What happens if you're attacked by a pack of mutant dogs only seconds later? Who will defend you? Freedom may sound cool, especially since the Zone is, in theory, lawless; but living tends to be better than going on a murderous rampage in the sake of game physics.
The website above has the great ability to explain itself. Basically, I came across it whilst browsing GAIA Online (which was mentioned a few posts ago; y'know, the rather big forum featuring people with rather big problems?). See, on GAIA, they announced that they were a finalised in, you guessed it, the listings of the 100 Best Web 2.0 Sites, under the 'Community' runners-up. Soon, I found myself voting in all areas of the competition, feeling the need to cast my vote on each sub-section of the Internet*. So, here goes:
BROWSING:
Firefox, without a doubt. I downloaded Firefox around three years ago simply for the additional 'tab' feature and so you didn't have to keep opening new windows every time you went on a new website, increasing system performance greatly on my old, frankly shit PC. But since then, even on my new computer, Firefox has stayed with me like a faithful companion - through thick and thin. It has continued necessary downloads for me that I started days and days ago, kept my monitor free from pop-ups and other nasty programs which loiter around sites, and generally makes use of all the wonders that a Mozzila browser can offer. With every new update Firefox never fails to impress. Offering literally over hundreds of add-ons, extensions and more - from anything like built-in MP3 players to a local, extremely accurate weather forecast. On top of that; it has one of the most bug-free, shiny homepages any browser can offer: Google. Forever useful, I think you'll agree, and a true reflection upon the simplicity and subtle engineering that goes into making Firefox, hot. Sure, I hear you cry, 'Internet Explorer 7 has all those above-mentioned things now!', yet you fail to remember that Firefox was incorporating these sort of handy, small, customisable features long before Microsoft even thought about a built-in pop-up blocker! Firefox reigns, even today, as both the Claire's Accessories and Harvey Nichols of the browser high street.
COMMUNICATIONS:
Another program which cannot be contended with. Again, I can hear even now the screams of 'WUT ABUT WINDOWZ LIVEW MESSAGER!?!?' from pre-teens all around the globe. So what about 'Windows Live Messenger'? All it did was simply improve slightly on MSN 7; except be officially sponsored by Windows (by sticking them in the title) as they've abandoned their own feeble attempt at an instant messaging program into Windows. Windows Live Messenger, along with similar instant messaging applications within this category, tend all to be the same. Sure, each may have niggling little add-ons which attempt to put themselves in front of their rivals; but Skype is in an entirely different league. Many older people say that the Internet is 'killing the art of conversation!'. Well, Skype moves with the times and does it's very best to restore this 'sacred practice'; By basically letting the user, quite literally, talk to his or her friend across the globe, via way of a microphone or even a phone (that's right; you can call landlines on Skype, and vice versa). The latter is costly, however, and most take advantage of Skype in a similar method to MSN - to simply talk to their friends in one-on-one, two-on-two or even ten-on-ten (providing you have the network capacity) conversations across the Internet on another PC via microphones. 'Not everyone can afford a microphone!' I hear you cry. But surely, in an age where podcasts are replacing blogs, and professional gaming means that quick communication is neigh on essential, one must never underestimate the power of a fast voice-over-IP program which harnesses the power of the vocal cords, multi-tasking, and doesn't require a dedicated server to the cause. Skype is eons ahead of its time, but at least some of us will appreciate what it is doing for cross-world communication.
COMMUNITY:
Now, we here at the 3 R's give MySpace a lot of stick, almost every other week. After all, it is full of American, mediocre emo kids with a supreme lack of taste in music or clothing. I came across MySpace myself years and years ago (I even refer to it in the old blog, Melaisis.blogspot.com many times, and that's where the infamous Patrick Swang was created) after a Canadian friend of mine (whom was extremely hot, may I add) recommended it to me. The obvious sub-cultures shined through immediately; and were spread with the coming of MySpace. I am proud to say I was there when the initial waves of 'scene' and 'emo' kids came about - both on MySpace, 4Chan and GAIA. The impact the simple website has had on popular culture is amazing - much to the extent where I can walk into GAME on a Saturday afternoon, wearing my 'Tom Is Not My Friend' t-shirt, and people actually get the joke now. It has slowly halted the progress of 'Chav' in the mainstream, and, although Enter Shakiri (I will not apologise for any spelling mistakes!) is arguably a lot worse than Akon or Daz Sampson; the sub-culture of wannabe depressives struggling with the angsty side of puberty tend to be a lot more pleasant than the rowdy, anti-socials that the certain other side of pop culture has spawned. Heck, the website is so mainstream now that I even use Patrick Swang to communicate with my real-life friends every day, via the comment system and messages. It's because everyone simply has MySpace now. Of course, the aspect of 'community' there is greatly debatable; because I personally feel that a community cannot exist on a personal level with such huge websites as MySpace and GAIA - amongst those others nominated. However, the huge influence a simple, easily-designed profile heaven can have on society is, apparently, amazing. From everything to fake celebrity pages, parodying such infamous faces such as the Why Bird from Playdays, to nineteen year old scene kids posting 'PC 4 PC!' in bulletins and Photoshopping their plastic pictures every five minutes, only to take them down a day later; MySpace gets my vote.
That's right; this little tidbit marks the announcement of a film I have been awaiting for more than about five years: The Golden Compass. Well, if you're British - like us, you would actually be awaiting the release of The Northern Lights - but they're exactly the same, 'cept the Yank version of the book was named 'The Golden Compass' due to more mass appeal, and the fact that not many Americans would understand the subtle and hidden beauty behind a book entitled 'The Northern Lights'. Whatever. Confused yet? No? Good. So yes; at last, New Line Cinema sat down one day, bought the rights to make a trilogy of movies from Philip Pullman's infamous 'His Dark Materials' series of books, and, a few years later: Here we have it. With an all-star cast from Nicole Kidman to Daniel Craig (and, ironically, Eva Green again - in the same movie! Hu... rrah?!). The trailer is available from the website (just click the Flash above) and, I think you'll agree, it looks rather amazing. Lyra's Oxford looks perfect, and the world and personalities appear to be wonderfully recreated. Can you tell I'm excited?
Yet it is probably too early to judge how good this film will actually be. After all, we'll have to wait until December for the world-wide release; which should go down a storm.
Hurrah, once again.
Of course, even at this early stage, there are things featured within the trailer which may not live up to the complete ideals of what readers of the series imagined. As me and Ste previously discussed upon both viewing the trailer - Asriel, played by Daniel Craig, appears to be younger than described within the books. And, despite being father to Lyra, accompanied her as more of a friendly comrade and slight rival than an actual loyal, literal, father figure. Just by a speculating look upon the trailer, Craig seems keen on portraying Asriel as more of a kindred spirit, than a powerful meta-physicist and warrior. No one is doubting the obvious acting skills of the man; just that his portrayal may differ slightly in character from that as described within the books. The same applies to Kidman playing Ms. Coutler - who is equally as powerful as Asriel, yet appears to be far too 'pretty' within the first look to ever live up to that over-protective, dominant female within the books.
These appear to be simply the beginning of a number of casting errors within the film. The great bear (Iorek) is voiced by someone who sounds like he's from bloody Oxford himself - nevermind the nether-regions of the Artic. As for Sam Elliot being cast as Lee Scoresbry - the feisty, quick-talking Texan charmer? He is far, far too old. Understandably, they needed a traditional, cowboy-type actor to play him; but Lee seems to be more of a helpless, grandfather-type than the man pursuing his love of the air and witches as he was within the books.
Finally, it has been mentioned that the film may exclude the sort of typical, quasi-anti-religious subtle theme which is a mark of Pullman's work. But how far does this actually stretch before it either offends the Christians or the fans too greatly? What does Asriel hope to achieve now by warring against Heaven, if anything? Will the word 'Heaven' be even included? What about Megathron's coup d'etait of the Mountain? Heck, in the final battle scene of the last book, Lyra and Will accidentally kill the Authority/God. Will this scene be repeated? I highly doubt it. On top of this, is the need for the film to still include mass appeal. Whereas The Golden Compass/Northern Lights is quite a light-hearted book about exposing the secrets of a corrupted world and family - the two sequels, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass - carry much more dark connotations. These vary from souls being eaten, to Will's (the protagonist in the second book) fingers being chopped off in an act of sacrifice. These were never childrens' books - they were written for teenagers and young adults beginning to question the world they live in. Will the films be able to recognise that? Only time will tell.
Well, I think its time to regale the ballad of my duel with the wingless moth, a strenuous test of my mettle and awareness and an exhausting battle with now my most respected nemesis, the wingless moth.
It was Wednesday, I was sitting on the most un-fucking-comfortable office chair in the world attempting to understand that osmosis was the movement of water across a semi-permeable membrane, not the protagonist of a mildly entertaining animation I had watched the previous day. It was then that through my attic window, it fluttered in and settled above me on the ceiling, staring at me. I immediately snatched my ruler and looked up, it had gone. Or so I thought. I eyed the rest of the room, no sign of it. I tucked the ruler back in its holster and proceeded to 'revise'. Within minutes, I looked up again to see it settle in the same place it was before. I don't know what it is about insects but as soon as I see one near me I have to get rid of it, so I put on my bruce willis face and got two sheets of paper, hoping to ensnare the vile beast and force him to the hell from whence it came. In the bizarre brawl that ensued it flew wildly around me and I accidently sliced off its wings. At which point I quickly trapped it and threw it outside. About an hour later I quickly snuck a look at the window and there it was at the edge of the window like Noel Edmonds, hairy, small and just won't fucking die. Shove a beak on it and you got a remake of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven, quoth the moth;'never more'. I plucked up enough courage to face the beast, and what followed was easily the wierdest experience of my life. A gust of wind blew the demon upon me, and with my ruler I desperately tried to keep its deadly proboscis at bay. In its dark, lifeless eyes I saw satan materialised as a moth with its horn like antennae. After about 12 seconds of the most awkward tussling I managed to fend it off and when it settled to recover from the bout, I applied the coup de grace. To this day I stand guard over the stain it left on my ceiling when I eliminated it, in case it does a jeepers creepers comeback on me.
My my it has seemed an eon since I last visited these stony halls we deem The 3 R's.
But no, it has been a mere few weeks (possibly months, I care not for Numeracy) and the reasons for this a many fold.
I will not pretend I've been spending my time revising, preparing my self for the arduous task you mortals call "GCSE'S", it would be folly to claim I've been keening my mind, running the whetstone of knowledge across the shimmering edge that is My Mind.
No friends, I have in fact been using my "study-leave" as a chance to get absolutely hammered at almost every opportunity, and oh it has been a flight of fancy good sirs, the sights, the sounds, the collapse of lesser folk that could not handle the pressure, simply glorious.
But I do not venture here this day to talk of a peculiar party, or of the most magnificent masquerades, no good sirs, I come with a retort to young Melaisis post on the subject of "Life Issues".
Or rather my take on the response from the one they call Cyrake (Here's a quick recap for the benefit of several readers).
Well, well well. It looks like I'm not the only one with this fucking problem. EvaXephon, as much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news, I am going to tell you just like it is. You will NEVER find a woman. Being in a similar position, I know what you're feeling, buddy. Sadly, The girls have NO FEELINGS for you pal! And what's worse, is that its true! No girl wants a man like you! They'd rather have someone who treats them like shit! NO LIE!! Well let me ask you this: Have the girls broke your weak heart already? If not, you're only on the road to collapse, pal. Girls don't like you and they never will. If they say they love you, its empty and shallow, don't believe it.
Human beings are so prone to this lie called love, that it never ceases to amaze me. A poor man or woman has feelings for someone only to have that certain someone reject them in the end, breaking their hearts and their egos beyond repair. EvaXephon, please, for the sake of all that is good, stop this shirt chasing madness before you can! It will drain you of your life, your years and your health. Before you know it, you'll be an old man withering away into nothing, as we all will one day.
On a side note: Humanity can not love, it can only hate. Don't believe me? Read your history. It's one war after another. People hurting people. People killing people. There is no true happiness or true peace on Earth. Kindness, love, joy, peace, are all empty words with empty meanings. People have been using these vain words for so long, they no longer matter. People love violence and death. Our Media and our history prove it. History is only interesting when someone is killed or overthrown. No one cares about human development. People only care about war and hate, not peace and love. It's suffering left and right man, happiness is only temporary.
Face it, EvaXephon, the girls will NEVER give you a shot at the title. No matter what you do or say. You are doomed to a life of singledom. Believe me when I tell you to give up now or end up like me. A bitter, wasted man who keeps on hoping one day someone will complete him.
Now then, it seems to me that this Mr. Cyrake believes himself to be one of the "Nice Guys", the guy that always offers the shoulder to cry on and is always their as a friend, etc. He claims that it is these very traits that deny him female companionship, however they are the exact traits that are often cited as the "Perfect Boyfriend".
I too was once of the same opinion as Cyrake, that nice guys finish last and there was no hope for me and now, I thankfully realize what an idiot that makes me sound, I believe the correct label is "Whiny Bitch".
It is true, that this nice guy stereotype often does only lead to a friendship, or even simply being used by people to try and give themselves some kind of validation, I know both I and Melaisis have experienced both situations, however, it is a deeper trouble that causes this type of person to end up alone, it is, as far as I can see, the very same reason many girls end up with people they claim don't treat them well wondering what happened and why they never get someone "decent".
The answer is simple, it's all a case of balance.
If you meet someone, and offer them all the support they ever ask for, and pretty much jump at their very call (something I myself am guilty of, but that's my decision) then you are exhibiting good friend behavior...unless your a complete buffoon you'll have realized already where I'm going with this.
Often, at least during the teenage years, it is all about the start. This is why, whenever I get in a relationship, it tends to be after meeting a new group of people or even only a new person, it is in letting the relationship progress into the realms of firm friendship that the problems arise in finding a partner.
And so I'll leave you to ponder that with one more thought, is it really an issue of girls only dating dicks, or are you simply not quick enough off the mark?
I've never been so pleased to post a blog entry. Not even a Lost premiere could beat this feeling. I no longing have the feeling I have to blog just to keep my word. So what exactly can I talk about today. Most of the post this week have been just "I can't wait for this end," so I'm looking for a real subject to talk about in the last ever blog-a-blog marathon. (If you are wondering why this week's posts have been called "Blog-a-blog" is because I accidentally wrote that in the title of Day 3's entry. It was supposed to be called "Blog-a-day" in the same vain as "Whack-a-day." To late now.)
Yeah! TehProdigy wrote an article. Meaning there are other members of this blog. Thank you Ste. Erm. I know I'll do a countdown to all the music I've been listening to this week. Maybe not. Lost review? No, part of the rules. Big Brother review? Oh God. (That's the review...) What's left? I'll just tell what I need to do on this summer. Well first I have to do 50+ Lost reviews...why? I've promising the great people of Lostpedia I would be doing them soon, and soon was about 3 months ago... Then I have to try explain to the other members of this blog that the story is for them to carry on. Later I really need to do something to the top header, (the green thing at the top.) and need to get the blogger toolbar back. I need to continue the running of the Valley Mania pub in the wood section, harder than it looks. A couple of real life objects as well... I want more of those "funny-to-me" shirts. I want a new hairstyle, I'm really, really bored with my hair and I feel that I'm more remembered for being that guy with spiky hair. I want to finish a script which isn't a sequel or prequel to a popular film franchise. (If anyone movie producers are reading I have both a Matrix 4 and a Matrix 5 ready and waiting, polished off to a tee.) And finally one which is not so much this summer but before the end of the year, it is...
Written by: TehProdigy (comment on how I make this post look like the others)
Yeah sorry my posts have been put on temporary hiatus due to exams, thats right Dee, revision has been my main priority these few weeks. I also apologise for this entry as its not the sort of post I originally intend to make as it has no particular meaning, only a sign to show you that despite the fact I have been living as complete recluse for the past 3-4 weeks I am still alive, mostly well and and have not yet started to foam at the mouth incessantly. However, I have been through a lot these past few weeks, and I may share that at a later date, but as for now, it stays with my GP, so if you would cut me some slack for my lack of socialisation. It was for a genuine reason I assure you.
Anyway on with my pointless post. Yeah, despite the fact that the point you're making about sex Corinne is that promiscuity nullifys the true meaning of the sexual bond and therefore damages or lessens the enjoyment of the relationship, I am going to share a few home truths, perhaps one or two which actually indicate why promiscuity can be a good thing.
Firstly, though we have been domesticated over the years and our base instincts have been gradually eradicated or been made dormant with the changing times and attitudes, it's a fact that genetically, physically and mentally it would seem, we were made for sex. The thing between our legs isn't useful for reading a book is it, unless you have a particularly well designed monocle (XD sorry for that, distasteful and rather cheesy (oops that one was an accident I swear it!)) Anyway before I deviated off topic slightly, what I was continuing to reinforce is the fact that our very existence is technically for one purpose, to reproduce. Testosterone is the way of impanting that mindset on our bodys, the trigger for our true carnal instincts which we do possess. Without reproduction the species would die out, so our bodys were specifically made to desire sex whenever it was possible to get it so it seems that such carnal desires havent completely waned after all. As female, you can't really understand that, as you were just made to sit there and take it basically.(No offence but biologically you were). Secondly, there are some unfortunate people who aren't going to experience a proper relationship, sexual or loving, and that is fact. My blueballed uncle and Borats retarded brother Billo are two rather prominent examples. When a mans needs are not fulfilled, the needs I indicated earlier, they get restless, desperate, enraged. The increased buildup of un-released testosterone taking its toll. Now would you rather these particular people have sex while they have the ability to do so, or that they go on a crazy rape spree like Billo (not too sure about my uncle, but I have my suspicions) and cause unlimited psychological and physical damage to the girl. I guess either way could cause damage, but in terms of effect which is the more hurting. Giving your special gift, or having it snatched from you and the wrapping paper torn off mercilessly. So, in a bizarre not really true at all kind of way, promiscuity could save females from getting raped. Thirdly, I cannot be bothered to research this at all, but I'm kind of sure that sex without condoms does have its plus side, like increased immunity to diseases. I think it was something about the sharing of different types of DNA that enabled you to share their antibodies and such. Promiscuity would add increased protection. So if some girls had chicken pox and you havent, 'banging' her might be the prevention method. Obviously there is the danger of STIs without a doubt. No good getting immunity to chicken pox when you now have sweet loving HIV flowing through your veins. I guess gonorrhea or chlamydia would make it even though.
Disclaimer: This response probably made no sense in terms of your post, they may only border on the same central theme. But there are few things in there that may actually prove something or other or that may pass off as an actual argument to your post. If it does, its a fluke because this is just developing as I type.
Now as for the other half of this post, I don't think I am going to put another half as this is quite enough and I have nothing else to say. The most interesting that is happened these few weeks in my room was a duel with a wingless moth, but I'll save that for when I have literally nothing to blurt out.
Let's see...what did I put at the end of the last post?
"Tomorrow: My thoughts on this years Big Brother."
OK then. Today I shall be talking about this years Big Brother. Well they placed 11 women in making it an all female house, or "Hell."
"Sexist Pig! You fucking piece of scum!"
Woah! Calm down. I live in a house with all females so I believe I have the right to say something like that. Anyway they have only entered one man. This soon-to-be-dead-on-the-inside man, Ziggy, will have to choose who goes up for the public vote. Hmmm. Brilliant twist Big brother. I really hope channel 4 can smell the sweet, sweet sarcasm in that. Let's face it... this years Big Brother is going to suck. SUCK SUCKETY SUCK SUCK SUCK. I mean Russel Brands jumped ship after incorrect racism allegations, (though I will admit Chris Moyles did a bang up job on Big Mouth. But next week is George Galloway...) the house is too thought about. What I mean is the bath in the living room? The cooker in the bedroom? Someone hasn't this through. So that concludes todays waste of time...
I'm really finding this blog-once-a-day for a week really hard. Now I can remember why I changed my original blogs name. It's draining me creatively and idea are slowly dieing. I can't wait till this week is over. Then I can take a well deserved break. If you are wondering why no one else has posted well it's because they have "revision." A blatant lie if I ever heard one. I'm revising and I've been able to post everyday so far. Pounces.
And for the other members of this blog, they story is not just mine. The WHOLE IDEA of the story was that say I do a section then maybe Ste could do the next. I really hope they are reading this. Well this is coming off as a bitter time in the 3 R's history...well it is. Also I found out that my knowledge of how to blog is crap so this is another crippling blow to me...I'm ending this post now.
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