Sure there are some good movies from time to time but how good
is TV these days? Once upon a time there were shows that ran
half-an-hour and were full of characters you knew well
and something would happen and 22 minutes plus ads later
the issue would be resolved and Maxwell Smart has
triumphed over KAOS once more.
And then something odd happened. David Lynch made a TV series called Twin Peaks which had—along with crazy stuff like little people with backmasked voices in dream sequences (woooh! Isn't it wacky! And a woman with a pet log! The man is a genius!)—a story arc that ran across the entire run of the show. This kind of thing had previously been unpopular with the networks as it meant that episodes couldn't be shown out of order. A few years later The X-Files sort of dabbled with this idea with their Smoking Man subplot but they concentrated on more of the “Well obviously, Mulder, he killed her because of the inheritance” “But, Scully, what if it was actually a hyper-intelligent, super-evolved form of waterlily” kind of episodes.
And now the Twin Peaks school has grown into cool shit like 24 and Deadwood where there is almost no division between episodes. It's as though you're watching a movie that lasts for the entire winter, it rocks. You can watch an actual movie and it'll last for an hour and a half (although these days it's often closer to three hours. While I am being all archeological, I date this trend back to Dances With Wolves. That flick has a lot to answer for) but hire, say, a series of West Wing on DVD and you're entertained for weeks. TV is great.
What other cool things are there to see? Anything with Ricky Gervais in it. Anything Joss Whedon does. What else?
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Life is just so fast these days. I surely can't waste my precious time pronouncing things. Oh that one syllable just takes too freakin' long. ¶ 12:20 pm 1 comments
Yes, I got carded on Friday night.
I had spent the evening at Olympic Park with some friends watching the Melbourne Victory beat the Perth Glory 1-0 in a pre-season match (no, the game was not much a of a spectacle but thanks for asking) and we strolled up to the Richmond Club Hotel for a quiet one before we went home. OK, the group of friends I was with were a bit younger than me and if I was by myself I'm sure I would not have been asked, but still I was newly-shaved and my face is well-moisturised and exfoliated and etc etc and my youthful purity and innocence play across my boyish, alabaster features and I had to prove I was 18 or over before they let me in the venue.
The last time I was asked for ID was way back in the winter of 2000. Australia was playing Paraguay in a friendly at Olympic Park—again! Perhaps there is some sort of youth-bringing essence to that stadium—and one of the vendors there, when I went for my half-time pint, asked for my ID. Even back then the idea was comical. I didn't even reach for my wallet, we both laughed and I told this vendor she was delightful.
So, yes. I'll be going back to the Richmond Club Hotel. The staff there have won my good opinion.
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I had a cold recently and utterly failed in my blogly duty to discuss it here. I also have not posted a photo of my pet: instant license cancellation. I have not written a tirade against George W Bush.
This is clearly not a proper blog.
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But they failed to ask the questions that really matter:
- Do you dress to the left or to the right?
- How does one find true happiness?
- Is it called soccer or football?
- How do we bring peace to the Middle East?
- What is the area of the finite region between the curve x = y² + 3y and the line x = 4y?
- What is your current favourite conspiracy theory?
- Is she thinking about me right now?
- P Diddy. Genius?
- What is a good recipe for pudding?
