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Here is the Silk Spectre costume, I got lazy and struck for time at the end, so it didn't turn out quite how it should have. And yes, that is Tuxedo Mask cropped and standing next to me (:

Sunrise, sunset.

So I've been a bit AWOL, partly because I was busy sewing up my Silk Spectre I costume, partly because I have been in different states for the last 2 and a half weeks, but mostly because I've been so discontent with the state of the world that I honestly just can't be bothered sharing my feelings. So here's my two cents on this place:

I don't like people; they're fickle, two faced, uncaring and selfish, and more often than not cannot execute correct spelling or grammar to any better level than an untrained monkey.
I don't like politics; Australia has an 'everyone votes' policy, that frankly I think is bullshit. I don't want to vote, I don't care how the country is run, there are pros and cons to either side and neither of them particularly work. Remember kids, in theory communism works.
I don't like modernity; The strong left wing view by which people aren't vying for 'equal rights' anymore, but rather, superiority under the guise of equality. The image-obsessed, obese, morally-tainted world and the loss of values. The shocking 'fashion' and the death of chivallry.

Call me a cynic, but it must be that I just cannot see the veiled world you live in.

The Logue of Thomas P.T. Lawrence.

There is nothing more satisfying then coming across something that absolutely blows your mind. It could be an amazing movie, an enticing book, hell - even a person. But when you do find that thing, something that so incredibly blows your expectations of it out of the water, that initial feeling of utter disbelief that leaves you speechless, repeating the same dumb expressions over and over again, that feeling is to be treasured.

So, with time to kill, and money too; what better way to satisfy ones pompous university-attending pretention than going to see a play ?


The Logue of Thomas P.T. Lawrence: 'An absurd comedy with Gothic elements'; The gardener thinks he is the maid, the maid thinks she is the butler, the butler thinks he is a dog and a stick appeared to be the gardener whilst an orphan child sat in a wardrobe grinning creepily... No, in my attempts to think of some way to possibly convey the plot to someone who had not witnessed the thing first hand, I am at a complete loss. Enter playbill synopsis: "While living in a tiny house covered in blackberries, Mr Thomas P.T. Lawrence, a fanciful writer who enjoys talking to a black berry her has grown in a pot, receives a letter informing him that he has inherited a manor from a recently deceased uncle whom Thomas never knew existed. But when Thomas arrives at the manor there is something amiss with the servants who appear to be in the grips of a peculiar melancholia and nostalgic ritual.
Believing that there is more than mere melancholia at work, Thomas endeavours to discover the meaning behind the madness, expounding his thoughts in a dialogue with his pot-plant bramble."

This truly is the most absurd comedy I've ever been witness to, but it is done so well. Dann Barber (director and Thomas Lawrence) delivers just over 2 hours of thick dialogue, two thirds of which are monologue, without dropping a word. Brilliant acting from the rest of the cast and excellent original music being played live, in the background of the magnificent set uphold the eerie mood that carries through the play. Words cannot fully express how much of a delight this gem of a play was, and how fortunate I was to have stumbled upon it accidental while on the search for something else.

Well worth my $20, and with a lovely reminder of the play via cameos from the creepy orphan child plaguing my dreams for the night.

Imagine None of This is Real.

We all do it, no one talks about it, and there is a looming feeling of guilt that exists around it, and lingers long after it has occurred.
Oh procrastination, the elephant in the room, without you, of course, my work would be done on time as opposed to several hours before it's due, but life would be so dull without that thrill. Believe it or not though, there IS a way to do it correctly; that is the best way to procrastinate with minimal guilt feeling attached. How, you may ask ? Well, come closer, gentle viewer, and we shall see.

Do a crossword.
Because there's nothing more satisfying figuring out that "10, across: incendiarism, 5" is synonymous with "ARSON" (-thank you Harry Potter for sharpening up my Latin/derivative English skills).
Cryptic crossword: +5 satisfaction , -5 patience
*Bonus educational benefits that definitely make you feel more productive than if you were to, for example, watch a movie.

Watch a movie.
Convince yourself that the movie you're watching is a secondary resource. If you're doing physics, watch Watchmen or Iron Man; General science: Flubber or Nutty Professor; Literature: Any adaptation of something famous. Genius. You can also expand this concept to television series, but these can go either way. The episodes are short enough if you're planning on getting back to your work in due time, however, the lengthy story line can entice you to watch the next episode, then the next and the next, and 3 and a half hours later, you're drained and have wasted far more time than originally planned (= bad)

Bake something.
This one doesn't have much reasoning behind it. Food is good. Food is yummy. Food goes down into my tummy.

And so, when you find yourself eight days past the deadline of your work, there are only two options left: Get cracking, or

Fake your death.
Preferably choose a 'lost in the wilderness/presumed dead' option, rather than a fiery death, because dental forensics has come leaps and bounds in the last century, and the lack of a body to bury from disappearing in the mountains/amazon/bush etc etc. always leaves you the option to return to the world after a substantial amount of time has passed and the work due has been long forgotten.


Or you could always write a blog entry, as I am now doing instead of a 2000 word essay. BOOYAH.

There is one thing for sure, this is not a fucking love song.

Here I am, making my long awaited return (hahaha) to the wonderful world of blogging with several resolutions that are the result of events that have transpired in the past few months of so.

1: Don't drive. EVER. Not unless you have a car with one of theose beeping sensors that frantically lets you know when you're getting to close to, oh, let's say a concrete pillar on your left, which the car I was driving regrettably does not. (And fear not, that is obviously not my car. Of course, I'd kill to drive one as nice as that...)

2: Resolution two involves refusing to say things unless I mean them. Sounds cliche, true, but how often have you heard yourself saying "Oh, I miss you too" merely because the other person said it to you first ? Yes, I may something that sounds vaguely like 'I miss you' and you can interpret it as such if that is what you and your subconcious please, but chances are you won't hear me say anything like that again unless it truly is meant. Think yearning in the pit of one's stomach kind of 'missing' not, 'oh hey, haven't seen you in a week, I miss you'.

3: Despite the amount of times I tell myself to pull myself together and work on that time management thing - I find myself writing up blogs instead of finishing overdue work. No, that's never going to change, I just thought I'd throw that in there for shits and giggles.
4: Don't wait for sales before you try and buy the thing you've been eyeing at for some time. Chances are: other people are eyeing it too, and if you wait for said fabled sale, it'll be sold out by the time you get round to it. (Case in point: those shoes)


Currently reading:
Bret Easton Ellis - American Psycho
Chuck Palahniuk - Haunted
Primo Levi - If This Is A Man

Currently waiting on:
Locke & Key vol.3
Garth Ennis' The Boys vol. 7
Loaded Bible to be back in print.
Myself to come up with essay notable ideas so I can finish it off.

Currently listening to:
Blood Red Shoes - Fire Like This

Alexisonfire - Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins

ALSO !

TERRIBLE NEWS:

15" Sam doll no longer lives at Minotaur. Crushedddd

I'm in love with a robot

Long time no see. Yes, I have been putting off updating a post 'cause, lets face it. My life is not nearly as exciting as I'd want it to be, therefore I'd rather not bore you all with stories of how I wake up at 1.30pm every day and then hole myself up in my house re-watching horror movies for the next 13 hours before I get bored and go to bed. Yes, my life really is a thrilling ride.
So what else can I do ? Rant like crazy about how I despise people treating me like a child and being 'disappointed' in everything I do ? How about talk about my outrage at excellent, EXCELLENT foreign movies like, Let The Right One In being remade into american filth and calling it 'Let Me In' (Which I genuinely am incredibly annoyed at) ? But no, I don't think that's fair to the small amount of people that read this to have to put up with (:


So what am I left with ? TALK ABOUT COMIC BOOKS :DDD
Bought the first four issues of Image's collaboration between Robert Kirkman and Todd MacFarlane: Haunt
Yes, two amazing story writers and artists, so where could this go wrong ? Well that's just it: It can't, and it doesn't. Not for me anyways.
Brilliant story, brilliant art, ahhhh, I'm in lovvveee ^^

Have to point out at this point, the similarity between Haunt and aspects of Marvel's Venom (resemblance, among other things, attributed to all the work MacFarlane did with Spiderman) but, I have no problem with that, because the entire concept is original in itself.
Yayayay !