Friday, June 24, 2011

Countdown to nothing

About a week or so ago, there was a countdown for a special announcement from J K Rowling. With all the time given, there was much speculation as to just how this countdown would end. Would she finally release the encyclopedia that was announced a few years ago? Was it one of the two non-Potter books that have been "nearing completion" since 2008. Could she be bringing out an eighth Harry Potter book, that would come out the exact same moment as the midnight premiere screenings of the eighth film? Personally, I'd love to pull such a tactic. Watch them all squirm as they battle to decide which event to camp out for. Maybe she'd decided another character was gay. Any of these would have been more worthwhile than what we did get. Soon, there shall be a website where fans can share new ways to enjoy the books and the like. In other words, it's a fancy forum. But, wait there's more, there's always more. She'll be adding some extra bits herself, such as notes on the wizarding world. Hang on, wasn't the encyclopedia going to made up of notes of this nature? So, Pottermore will basically serve as a trailer for the encyclopedia. Congratulations J K Rowling, you just brought the whole world to a temporary freeze so they could watch a trailer for a trailer. That is the ultimate dick move, I salute you.

Friday, June 17, 2011


Like a majority of the internet, I like cats. You probably guessed that by looking at my picture. Or the fact I created a facebook page dedicated to one of them. My own family have joked they wouldn't recognise me if I wasn't cuddling a cat in some way. Why am I telling you this? Last night, Jasmine figured she'd spent more than enough time among the living. Bob only knows how long that was. She had only been with us for about four years, after Grandma went on a country-wide tour and dumped her on us. At the end of the trip, Jasmine had built up a nice arse groove and decided she was staying. Of course, she had to fight Gemini and Carmello for ownership of the house and its foodbringers. At least for me, it was a battle she had won. Jasmine may have smelt a bit more than kinda funky, and was a bit of a lump, but of all the smelly lumps, she was one of the best. Dad would often comment that Carmello was the only cat that seemed genuinely pleased to see you. If that's the case, Jasmine must've been ecstatic. All I'd have to do is call her name and sit on the porch steps. No matter how far she was from those stairs, she'd run straight there for a patting session. You had to go to Carmello.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Some kind of cliche featuring the word class.

Alrighty, yesterday I went and saw the fourth X-Men film. You, there in the back row who said "But Wolverine came out 2 years ago, why are only now talking about it?" Get the hell off my blog, it's taking a lot out of me to even acknowledge The Last Stand. Now back to X-Men First Class. Throughout all the marketing, I was looking a wee bit worried side of things. The posters took photoshopped mess to a whole new level, and the multiple trailers tended to use a lot of the same shots. It was looking beyond spoilery. Once again, I'm going to have to beat the crap out of film marketers. I bloody loved it. I may even go so far as to say it beats the second for sheer excellence. Hopefully, the inevitable sequel will give the other characters a bit more to do. Aside from that the only thing I didn't like about was that cameo. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. If not, I won't spoil things, you can do that yourself. The second cameo was a lot better, as it was a nice little wink and nod. The first one just took me out of it and seemed unnecessary. Apparently it was Bryan Singer's idea. You know, the guy who buggered off to make Superman Returns, instead of finishing a trilogy he already started.

Oh Jemima, how I missed you.

You may have noticed that it's been over a month since I last posted on here. There's a perfectly legitimate reason behind that. I had been away on a secret mission for Gemini. I was off in another house training three new recruits, who moonlighted as my aunt's cats. I wasn't that keen on being away from home for so long. Especially considering it meant a considerable reduction of hugs. I mean be a 6 foot 20 year old ape man, but I still like hugging Mum & Dad good night. A month without any of that, and was going a little Bonkers, even a little Marsupilami. Fortunately, I had contact with reality thanks to uni and facebook to help out with the crazy. OK, the facebook didn't help in the traditional sense. It just gave a place to let out the crazy in short bursts. I haven't let it all out, and I never will. I think I've still got an extra large sack of it in my room.
So, now that I have returned to home, and am uninhibited by blasted assignments, I may well return to some kind of schedule. Or completely forget I ever did this. Whichever works out. Hell, I've now got 6 weeks in which people won't be telling me to do stuff. So maybe I can go back to my original schedule, at least for that short time.