Game of the day
Bloody Zombies. Tagline: Solve puzzles with your opponents’ blood! Heavily based on the Braindead end sequence.
TF meta
We have switched to facebook links in the bar on the left (for those who are FB members). Myspace can *flicks thumbnail under front teeth*
Right, Wednesday. A shotgun spray of things from NYC.
the city that never sleeps
That’s pretty much true. Every bar stays open until 4am every night. Your local diner is 24-hour; jaded, badly paid waiters dealing with utterly pished punters. The theme of want-it-your-way and convenience, applied to getting wasted and munching massive portions of ordinary food. And tipping 20%.
No Country For Old Men
Superlatively tense. Totally bleak. I actually had a nightmare about the savagely coiffured bad guy in this film after watching it. Did I mention the ending is bleak?
Big Fucking Buildings
The Empire State watches over my neighbourhood from a distance. It is a strangely comforting sight, especially returning home at night. A welcoming, paternal glow. In winter dusklight, it appears brick red. The top spire stretches up, unfinished and raw. A scaffold, framework, exposed vertebra. The naked metal beams of a spacecraft or station; all rods and antennae. Totally at odds with the gothic thrust of the main building.
Compare with the Chrysler, my favourite building. I walk up towards it every morning on Lexington Avenue (of Velvet Underground fame). It’s shiny, art deco, a fan of light spunked heavenward. In direct sunlight it looks computer generated; you blink involuntarily.
The Fountainhead
Finished it today. As a novel tangentially about architecture I now see the Big Fucking Buildings with a different gape, and say things like “gothic thrust”.
21-Dec-07 at 1:05 pm | Permalink
The top spire stretches up, unfinished and raw > Did you know that when the Empire state was constructed, the spire was fitted with some kind of docking device for airships? Still visible today, apparently – One of the top floors was used as check-in, and a lift took you right to the top so you could board. Apparently the idea was scrapped soon after, when Drigibles.inc* realised it was a Mad As Bats idea**. Cool story though.
Chrysler is way prettier though, hey? No contest.
* Another word for Airship, Wikipedia fans. Did you know that? I didn’t.
** Been reading a book or two about American’s futuristic ‘modern world’ aspirations from the turn of the century, right up to the space race in the 1950′s. Seems their technical drive potatoes far outweighed their common sense potatoes. Both books highly entertaining:
http://www.amazon.com/All-American-Ads-50s-Jim-Heimann/dp/3822811580
http://www.amazon.com/Life-Times-Thunderbolt-Kid-Memoir/dp/076791936X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1198242272&sr=1-2
05-Jan-08 at 12:41 am | Permalink
I like the word ‘dirigible’ quite a lot. Even if I probably have spelled it aw wrong. It’s the kind of word I’d like to pepper my conversations* with, though it would make me sound like I was too much into the Decemberists.
‘The Fountainhead’ makes me think of the Bluetones song of the same name. I have never read it, for this reason.
I want to see No Country For old Men tonight but everyone wants to seeeee Juno, which looks like cutesy whimiscal cringeworthy-slang bollocks. It might not be, but I am certainly going into the cinema with the wrong attitude towards watching it.
*Yeah, like I actually have conversations.
06-Jan-08 at 9:13 pm | Permalink
> dirigible
Apparently the word is from latin, meaning ‘directable’, meaning you can steer it. Much like the conversations that some of us engage in.
I also imagine that dirigible is the only word you are capable of saying after intensive electro-shock therapy.
Juno features such great repeatables as “honest to blog” and particularly “tore up from the floor up”.
08-Jan-08 at 5:59 pm | Permalink
The phrase ‘honest to blog’ made my rage gauge fill riiiight up. And the entire scene in the shop at the start was unbearable. The whole film was like a shitty acoustic indie album made on a laptop in 2004, right down to the dated ‘hip’ title sequence. Grugh. Always good to see J. Jonah Jameson, the head Aryan from Oz, in a film, though.
I’m tired of being negative, much like Enrique is tired of being sorry. Except I’m not a vampire in my promotional video.
SORRY ABOUT THIS POST
Sort of.
09-Jan-08 at 10:12 pm | Permalink
I’m going to stop typing things as I am a grumpy fool who is incapable of experiencing joy.
Hooray!
10-Jan-08 at 7:02 pm | Permalink
> scene in the shop
The guy behind the counter definitely left his dialogue in the oven too long. Honest to blog.
RAGE == LAFFS
11-Jan-08 at 5:23 pm | Permalink
Oh, don’t mind me. I’m always angry. I’m sure Juno was good or something, I just saw it under some of the most soul-destroying conditions ever.
I will certainly concede that ‘tore up from the floor up’ is indeed a good phrase.