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Monday, 30 June 2014

Conrad's Trip To The Big City

Yes, Yes, I Go There Daily -
- but that's for work.  Today, being on leave, Conrad chose to go there, in order to see "Edge of Tomorrow".  I already had a bus pass, so transport costs weren't an issue, and being an employee of <cough cough > meant I got to use my discount card, so the entry was only £5.  Not bad.  And because matey and girlfriend were taking ages to choose their five-course meal at the popcorn counter, I didn't bother waiting for popcorn.  So  cheap trip to the pictures, indeed.

Skysport advert
     Skysport were patting themselves on the back with how clever and amusing they were, about some dismal sports package they put together that went through Conrad's thought processes without registering what it was.  Football?  Cricket?  Rugby?  All three plus pelota and hurling?  Conrad has no idea.  They also paraded a smirking David Beckham, but were wise enough not to let him speak, and he had on a suit so his chavvy tattooes didn't show.
One for the ladies.  Sorry he has so many clothes on.

There was another advert about a car, which once again didn't register at all with Conrad, as he recognised the music - definitely Chemical Brothers, possibly from "We are the night" and which he strained to positively identify, which is probably not what the ad makers intended.
We are the night, it was a car, is all I can say

The Trailers
     If Conrad has to sit through these, then he can at least pass on his received wisdom as to what they were like. 

     "Utopia2" - actually a Channel 4 series, rather than a film, and it looked interesting.  Darling Daughter says that Utopia 1 was very good, so once again Conrad may have to have a nosey and see how accurate she is.
The colour of Utopia is gamboge, apparently

     "Dawn of the Planet of the Apes":  Conrad not a big fan or the originals, the television series or the animation.  But he did enjoy the recent remake, and this trailer built to a climax with things exploding, Gary Oldman chewing the carpet and chimpanzees leaping aggressively.  It telegraphed a bit much of the plot, perhaps, yet it still commands attention
"Git orff moi land"

     "The Inbetweeners": an unenlightening clip with a car and a bonfire in the outback.  Conrad's interest is not inbetween, it's right over at the "I hate it already" option.

Crap trailer, therefore no picture

     "How To Train Your Dragon 2": this has to be a fairy story as it has millions of dragons in it, when we know historically that exactly 0 existed.  Sorry to stamp and rain on your parade, gentle reader, but you can fight the truth.
A metal hair band from the 80's?  No!  They're from Dragonball Z.  Close enough

     "Transformers: Age of Extinction": Gone is Shia, and that Fox girl, and John Turturro.  Now we have Mark Wahlberg, and Stanley Tucci.  There might have been a love interest in there, but it's hard to tell amidst all the gigantic robots belting the snot out of each other. 

Those last 9 words above are the entire plot, honest.

     "Into The Storm": can be summed up in two words: weather-porn.

A Tornado


     "The Boxtrolls":  Trolls.  In boxes.  Animated.

Conrad can't be bothered with a picture for this.

The Main Event - Edge of Tomorrow
     Well, Conrad liked it.  It had lots of explosions, which, in his opinion, always enhances a film.  If Bergman had wanted a wider audience, he should have blown things up.  You can't go wrong with a big bang.

If you don't like Tom Cruise, watch this film.  He dies hundreds of times!
     Anyway, think of this as GroundhogIndependence Day and you'll get the film's DNA immediately.  Nice to see the UK feature as the Saviour Of Western Europe*, to see Tom's character evolve from a spineless gamboge chicken, and there's also an impressively trashed Paris in there, which our chums proceed to trash even more.
     Conrad does have a query - why are the aliens called "Mimics"?  They don't mimic anything, except perhaps the metallic squids in "The Matrix".

A Civilised Sit In The Bit-Beside
     The weather being what it was, your humble scribe took his Marmite and stale bread outside to consume.  Very nice; a glass of mango juice, a few strawberries and a flat nectarine and toasted bagel with cream cheese.




* Again!


Sunday, 29 June 2014

You Lucky People

A Second Helping Of BOOJUM!
     Better than finding just enough tea leaves at the bottom of the caddy to make a last pot of tea before bedtime, or realising that you're on leave tomorrow and DON'T HAVE TO GET UP FOR WORK! or finding a small dead rodent on the doorstep courtesy of the cats.

Facebook Sidebar Adverts
    These have always had a slightly surreal feel to them - the ones flogging websites where lonely old men aged 50+ were being pursued with succubus-like devotion by nubile young ladies have, thankfully, vanished.  Now the latest asks "Do you have a piano to sell?"
     NO!  
Not quite a kitten on the keys
     No, I do not.  Not only am I not looking to sell my piano, Conrad does not possess a piano in the first place.  I now know how Wayne feels when his ex-girlfriend offers him a  gun rack.

Spaced
     Ah, a moment's silence please for this classic comedy from the late 90's/early 2000's.  There were two series of seven episodes each, finishing back in 2001.  The cast and director went on to film success - "Shaun of the Dead", "Paul", "Hot Fuzz", etcetera, which always made a third series of Spaced unlikely - if you're a film star living the high life in a beach-house in Malibu, would you want to come back to soggy foggy boggy England?
     Anyway, Conrad looked up the series on Wiki and found that the prospect of a third series was indeed dead in the minds of the cast and director.  It is, after all, thirteen years since it finished.
     A Twenty Years After Christmas special for 2019 wouldn't go amiss though.  Are you listening, Edgar?
     Oh - why Spaced?  No, nothing to do with Conrad's idiosyncratic memory; Simon Pegg was tweeting with current photos of himself, Nick Frost and Tyres.







Another Weighty Tome
     For this to make sense, you need to read today's earlier blog.

     Okay, I will assume you have had long enough to do so.  This volume weighs in at 1971 grams:
But it has a dust jacket, unlike "Against The Day"
     Looking at "World Air Power" by his left foot, Conrad strongly suspects that this tome will come in ahead of BIITSWW, but he can't be bothered to do that weighing thing in the Non-Dangerous Kitchen.  Maybe tomorrow.

Three Dimensional Design, Baghdad 1918
     This one is for Darling Daughter, who is a Three Dimensional art student, due to attend Manchester Metropolitan University in September.  She has used a potter's wheel to make pots, a process that requires excellent hand-eye co-ordination.  The chap below is building a pot using the "coil technique":
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Less Bag, more container
     Photo used from History Needs You, the excellent Twitter resource of Matthew Ward.

The Kraken Wakes
     As you must all be bored of hearing by now, Conrad is attempting a screenplay of this seminal science-fiction novel by John Wyndham.  Currently have typed-up 22,000 words of dialogue and have perhaps another 10,000 to go.
     A commentator on Twitter pointed out that, to ever get this screenplay to see the light of day, permission would have to be obtained to get the rights to the novel.
     Bugger!
Whilst loose lips may, indeed, sink ships, so does the Kraken
     One thing Conrad had entirely failed to calculate was that whoever owned the rights to the novel, which is bound to be a legal collective since Mr Wyndham popped his clogs back in 1969, would need to approve a screenplay.
     There may be more of this to follow.  Conrad will keep you posted.

Revelations
     Sorry to bore you with the literary conceits of Conrad, but!  it's my blog and I can post a list of hypergolic rocket fuels if I so feel -
     - that would actually make an interesting list of incredibly explosive, corrosive and toxic substances -  but we are getting off-topic -  

The quite well-behaved Zombie contingent at Glasto
     "Revelations" - I shall be asking questions later so PAY ATTENTION! is of course Conrad's Zombie Novel.  Two years in the making, delayed by - well, this blog actually, as well as a mountain of books to read, TKW, the hex-and-counter wargame, books  beer, DVDs. books, baking - various other occupations.  Anyway, Chapter Nine of the last fourth part looms.  Conrad realised this would or could be a view of the literal and metaphorical landscape of the UK in the tail end of The Crisis' Year Four.  Things are not going back to normal, not ever, and we have to see the new reality via the vision of lead character Dee, with his companion Sergeant Hussain, as they travel from Manchester to Southampton.
     That's the chapter outlay - Conrad now has to plot a literal course via motorway and A-road, from North to South and from pre-Crisis UK to post-Crisis.  

The Third Reich At War
     If you read today's earlier blog, then you know Conrad is reading this fascinating but horrifying work.  The author makes a point that he felt the emotional burden of researching material that was disturbing and distressing to the nth degree.
     But what's this?  A joke from Polish Jews, about a Nazi police inspector come to confiscate the contents of a Polish Jew's flat.  He gives the occupant a choice - guess which of his eyes is artificial correctly, and he'll walk away and not steal anything.  The resident guesses the artificial eye correctly, explaining that "it had a kindly look about it".
     But what's this?  Conrad used to have a book called "Russia Dies Laughing" during the Cold War, where a KGB officer challenges an arrestee; correctly guess which of his eyes is artificial, and the prisoner can go home.  The prisoner guesses the artificial eye correctly, explaining that "it had a kindly look about it".
     Humour versus totalitarian dictatorships!
The Residents before their "Eyeball" phase.  Here we see "Third Reich ;n; Roll.".
And no, I've no idea what's going on here.