It’s been fun on the button being a lazy sob for all those who feel the need to wander around looking for something to do, like what are those strange things called….something that is supposed to make you sound interesting at dinner parties…bananas….socks….ah hobbies!
Basically this was something that was shown from Shawn from Gamers with Jobs over a Skype conversation on the weekend, and during the conversation which included talking about Knights of the Old Republic, a link was presented to watch something by that bloke who did Buffy a while ago, and I sat down and watched an evil mad failure’s blog mixed with musical songs.
I tell you now, it was good.
Very Good.
To the point that I want the DVD despite the love bits, it was nice to be on the side of the wannabe bad guy for once, and I want more. Whether or not there will be more is uncertain, considering the ending which for once shall not be revealed, but at least there was something new produced, which is a testiment to the Internet, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have the distribution channels, you can actually put together things with the budget of a Chinese meal.
The video streams showcasing this bizarre twisted, yet highly watchable doo-hickey have dried up now and only the Americans can get it on ITunes now but perhaps at some point they will see the error of their ways and open it up to the rest of the world.
So for now I leave you with the link to it. Enjoy!
Sleepy days are often followed with a hard day’s work, and today proved that point without a doubt, and more will follow in the days ahead. That’s not even the worst thing taken from today, far from it in fact, you can argue that keeping yourself busy away from the prospect of playing with your belly button fluff one more time.
But it was after the day’s graft that I find myself once again at the alter of the fabled celebrity. Another premiere closed off Leicester Square, crushing the crowds in a hurtful attempt to keep the general public away from people who appear in films which don’t just frequent the shelves in your favourite back alley stockist.
You would think by the first and only encounter so far with such a spectacle that I would have been out of my mind to venture another attempt at mingling with the crowds, in a vain attempt to see such people like Michael Caine, who basically has a movie credit list longer than my arm, or Maggie Gybns…Gnry…Grenade in the flesh simply to shout about the type of Movies I would see her star in.
But this one had caught the eye for the simple reason that it was for the European showing of The Dark Knight, the second of the remade Batman series which made huge strides away from “Comic book Skegness” to “Dark and moody Butlins holiday camp”.
The film had been overshadowed of course by the death of the Joker off screen, Heath Ledger who died aged 28 after an overdose, had by all accounts given such a show-stealing performance, that his co-stars gave him the limelight far more, and all bets for the man to win an Oscar are off.
Yes, it’s a very good question.
The short answer is: I was having some more quality time at home, before the troubling event of Natalie returning to her homeland for some time, will she stay, will she come back? Will I keep asking silly questions? Whose line is it anyway? Find out after the break.
I suppose for a lack of a better thing to write at this moment, it’s just all rather sad at the moment, and in time, that feeling will be cured by our good friends, alcohol and dirty naughty magazines. In the meantime, relax and enjoy the rest of your day and tune in later on tonight for the continuation of ramblings on t’internet.
Providing of course I don’t get sidetracked by drinking or the premiere of The Dark Knight with some more people wandering around on a carpet in desparate need of hoovering.
For good behaviour, or perhaps as punishment for crimes against humanity, I’m taking a few days away from Ooh Sometimes, to catch up with some sleep, some writing of a different nature and also to enjoy one’s self while thinking up new sick and twisted evil things.
We’ll return on Saturday with a round-up of the weekend before’s happenings when we left sunny London to go back to reality for a couple of days, watching a silly film with no-longer pregnant “A Joile Fish-Lips” and some other bloke, and of course having fun hanging with some old friends aplenty.
Add to that some random talk about something which more than likely will have caught my eye over the next few days, It’s all to play with the ready money round…no sorry wrong show.
Take it easy campers.
London, home to the rich, the famous, the useless, the meek, the poor, the comical, the brave, the homeless and frankly, more useless people. In total, you have around 8 million meat bags making their way home within the M25 night after night after working 9 to 5 at financial institutions such as Woolworths, McDonalds and selling the Big Issue.
But some at least do go to a home of some description, be it the luxury flat above, or as most are forced to do, share with 12 Albanians and a transvestite.
You see, a fair while ago it was confirmed that London has some of the most expensive property in the world. If you wish to live in the city you basically have to be prepared to pay around £275,000 for studio flat in Soho, and remember that’s just one room with a bucket in the corner for you to relive yourself.
Even when the price dropped by £20,000 last month given the state of the economy here in broken Britain, you know you will always pay a premium.
Again, another video from YouTube and this time it’s not featuring Jizzy tissue or any rappers who get home with the downies or whatever the hell people from the ghetto of Guildford are supposed to say and do these days:
No, this is something rather speical for your dining and dancing pleasure today.
A while ago in the year long forgotten, 2001, a game was released from the cluches of Remedy Entertainment and 3D Realms onto the market. It had matrix style action, a story as complex and harrowing as discovering your sister in bed with another woman, and more lines filled with cheese than the whole of Leicester.
Max Payne, whose name filled various mobsters and secret government organisations with dread, bullets and very slow movement, became a popular franchise in the gaming space, perhaps simply because the main character looked like he needed a good bowel movement and a sequel was produced which took it all and improved it quite a lot without moving away from what made the game great.
For some reason the sequel never sold as well, and basically until this day, that was the true last we had seen of the man who ate painkillers like they were the nice sweets you get from Quality Street, not the brown ones that get left by everyone.
Until now.
Ladies and gentlemen, the trailer for the Max Payne Film….
After work today, there was a pub quiz in the bar downstairs, and Tony Blackburn was hosting. Sometimes, life presents you with the opportunity to write sentences which you would never expect to be able to write unless under the influence of copious amount of naughty juice.
After equipping my right hand with a free cider, I got confused with the questions from the quiz and wandered off to the middle of the room to meet said radio legend and told him he was the sane one in the jungle, and I also asked if he could make the questions easier. He couldn’t but never mind.
And I must go on record of saying only this: He really is a nice man who can talk a lot better drivel than I currently can in 5 minutes. He is an icon, and he has much to teach me, though perhaps given training I could parallel his abilities and lo, the heavens would tremble. It would more epic than the “Neo / Agent Smith” fight from Meet the Parents, or whatever film it was from.
After this most bizarre yet highly entertaining event, I was told that this type of event happens quite often where I work, due to the nature of the media world. Go figure….
For tonight’s trick Matthew, I’m going to turn into a Yorkshire pudding….no not really, it’s just a round up of things to look forward too over the next week or so. The podcast writing has begun in earnest, with two real choice pieces of music from iodapromonet for you all to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war over.
So far, the main struggle has been condensing the small experiences of London down to a few choice jokes and truths about the place, and I guess that will take the bulk of the time to do. When travelling back up to sunny Wales this weekend, most of the time will be spent slaving over a hot laptop, and crying “OW, that laptop’s hot!” in order to create the award winning (if only the judges would notice it’s there) podcast you’ve all come to expect to be 2 months late.
I’m also trying to figure out the best way to condense the rantings that are placed here at Ooh Sometimes, because as you are all aware I do tend to waffle far too much.
Cue the lack of surprise.
Basically I do this as a way of filling out the posts in truth, as I want to be funny, articulate (as much as you can be given the subject material sometimes) and heavily biased against all things, which to do in 1 word or less where you could use 17 instead, is very hard to do. It gets worse for reviews and opinions as well, as you need to use several words to convey the point sometimes, again more difficult when trying for comedic effect.
If anyone has any suggestions on how to achieve this and while we’re at it, win the lottery too without placing any money, then email me at: podcast@oohsometimes.com which I also suggest you do if you want to contribute to the show with any ideas or satanic verses which could be used to hold the world to ransom with.
And on that bombshell, it’s time to end tonight’s post, join us next time where we will try to make sense of this website: http://www.neave.com/television Till then, good night!
To err is human, to forgive divine. At least that’s what Alexander Pope tells us, along with other useful things during his day job like “That will be £3.99 please.”
In some ways, it would be better to forgive what Will Smith did in his new film, Hancock, which you may be familiar with after the premiere information for the film showcasing on this very site not too long ago.
However, as much as I want to, as much as the idea of the anti-superhero is something which should be celebrated, given all the superhero cliché films we’ve over the years now, with the revival of marvel comics’ fortune via Spiderman, Fantastic four, the hulk and many many others, with far more to come of course, given the CEO of Marvel has gone of record wanting to milk the comic nipple for all it’s worth before leaving the milky dugs bone dry.
Hell, DC comics even realised that they were missing out on the gravy train and revived two of their well known characters back to the big screen after a prolonged absence, Batman, which to be fair, was a very good movie except for that district attorney who didn’t seem to act any different to being on Dawson’s creek, and Superman, of which the only saving grace, appeared to be Kevin Spacey with a bald head.
So with that in mind then, given this film is about a superman who drinks heavily and basically is an arsehole to everyone he meets, you expect great things to be presented. And for the opening 25 minutes when Hancock is causing so much damage to the city, it would be better for him not to turn up at all, it carries you through with ridiculous strides, keeping your eyes fixed on the screen, wondering how bad he could get.