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Thursday, February 5, 2009
Blog-Royale February 5/6
Hmmmmm, a proper blog post. I guess it's about time. Apologies for fobbing you off with youtubes and pictures of Sahil. I can do better. I know I can. Hopefully 09 will prove this. Or not. So guys, what's cracking? I've been missing catching up, mainly staying in doors, trying to forecast the coming months. Although I feel I'm doing about as well as Michael Fish circa UK Hurricane '87.
Seen a few films. Been trying to get into a weekly rhythm. Summation:
Slumdog - 7/10 Wrestler - 8/10 Milk - 9/10
I was thinking of doing some decimal point scores but why bother. Let's go straight for the no nonsense nitty gritty. I literally HATE that phrase. Nitty: Eurgh. Gritty: Actually I quite like that word. Considered checking out Frost/Nixon and The Reader but thought, why waste cinema time that could potentially be used for My Bloody Valentine 3D? I mean, if it's anything as good as Scar 3D, it'll be at least half as good as Pirates 4D.
I like those odds.
I turn 22 tomorrow. All the 2s. I like symmetrical ages. Well, I mean I liked 11 as far as I can remember. Goldeneye was a good game. That's all I can picture when I think of Eleven. Hmm. Let's reminisce:
How did that decimal point work out for you? You know there were only 387 games made for the N64. Ever. Listed here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Nintendo_64_games That doesn't seem like that many but I guess it's really quite a lot. Although not that much more over one game a day for a whole year. If someone is up for getting together, taking a year out and getting hold of all 387, I reckon we could complete every single game. One a day. Although Control on 00Agent would still prove nigh on impossible. And we'd need a lot of 'isotonic' Lucozade sport in the weird malleable cartons.
Now I'm not going to sit here and mention post-modernism, but on a completely un-Nintendo tip...is this a bit weird?
This girl Cory Kennedy, who I am told is an NY socialite (if there are any vacancies for similar positions, someone let me know...) has a character apparently based on her on the ever more spectacular second series of Gossip Girl. And then blogs about it. There's no real moral to the story. It all just seems a bit much. Sort of leaves me feeling a little Bruce Bogtrotter (Merriweather) post-cake.
If the makers of Heartbeat read this blog and want to base a character on me, I will not be offended. I was thinking something along the lines of Greengrass's cheeky grandson who gets in loads of scrapes but always manages to blag his way out of them, in time to tell Nick Berry everything he needs to know to save the day. Man the 60s were sick up North. Especially for the police.
As I wave goodbye to 21, whilst watching the truly eldritch third series of Skins, I leave you with this.