I think I might be related to Jables. Check out this photo of my brother, Arvind, and note the similarity of goatee to JB’s. Henceforth I shall be known as Armand D.
Archive for November, 2006
Today was the D-Line.
When I got the Orange Wednesday text in after a hard day’s, erm, rockin’, I was pretty psyched. Very few people I know showed any sign of enthusiasm, mild interest, or even moderate contempt at seeing this film: even my most juvenile friends thought it would be rubbish. Naysayers. They didn’t bother me. Patty Y joined me for what was possibly the cinematic experience of the century (according to the trailer).
It was Destiny.
The movie is exactly as good as it should be. Completely true to everything that is the D: fast paced, funny, coherent in a trippy sort of way, and definitely rocking. Man, does this movie rock. And whilst it plays to the conventions very well… it does some things differently. Sometimes when you expect it to rock… it rolls. And when you’re expecting a patronising speech… you get a bizarre lesson about Satan being in everyone’s heart.
I am not sure that non-fans, or the weak of spirit, will really get this film. I mean, if you don’t like swearing, then you can ******* **** right off. If you don’t like rocking, well, you too, buddy. So I don’t know if I can, in good conscience, recommend it to everyone. But if you’ve ever chuckled at *any* of Jack Black’s songs, go see Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny, on a disappointingly limited release in the UK right now. It won’t make you laugh as much as Borat did, but it will make you laugh.
Oh, and that couple that was making out in the front of the cinema at the Trocadero? What was that all about? Mind you, I suspect the D would approve…
Aside: my ultimate team-up right now. For a band, project, comic book, whatever:
Jables & Cage
Kevin Smith
Neil Gaiman
John Cusack
Matt Stone & Trey Parker
Scarlett Johannson (because she should be in everything)
That would be great.
This is quite funny, if you have some time to spare and can cope with simultaneous video clips. To be honest, they all look the same to me, quality wise. YouTube has better community, Revver pays you for content, and, erm, Google Video… owns YouTube? That’s pretty much its strongest feature.
Via Scoble: I must get about half my interesting links at the moment between Scoble and BoingBoing. The volume of Scoble’s posts is scary. Oh, Chris Pirillo is the man who made the video.
I’ve had, like, 700 hits in the last 24 hours for the Threshers post, so hope you all lap it up (’scuse the pun). It’s cropped up all over the blogosphere, so it seems like this was a clever marketing stunt by Threshers and Hugh hit the tone write with his blog post, causing people everywhere to download it.
Great hit, Threshers, Stormhoek, Hugh, and everyone else who was involved. I plan to make use of the voucher this weekend if there is any wine left in my local branch! The store finder is here, if you want it.
Update: various people have pointed out that, as the 3 for 2 offers are invalid with the 40% discount voucher, you would only be receiving a 7.67% additional discount. Still, not too shabby!
Update 2: It’s 10%. My maths stinks.
Update 3: The BBC wrote an article, and I had 1,500 visitors yesterday (usually I get about 70-80). My bandwidth bills are going to be up a bit this month…
Seven episodes in and I’m still enjoying Torchwood. Yes, there was some bizarre continuity thing that went wrong after episode 4 (the Cyberwoman one) — Tom and I talked about it and guessed that they might have been forced to shuffle the episode order around after the series was written, and poor Ianto was left without adequate closure.
It’s a good team, good people, simple, but outrageously absurd stories… Strong, character driven fiction. And they’ve stuck in *so* much sexual tension in half a season that I quite simply have no idea where to look. What will happen next week? They’re actually going to run out of permutations of people who can kiss if they keep going at this rate… guest starring alien lesbian murderers notwithstanding.
And Indira Vharma looks like she might be back next week. Exciting!
It is good. Lots of product placement. Good explosions. The Frenchman, Mathis, is slightly patronising if you know anything about poker. Eva Green is beautiful, but annoying.
That is all.
This new Justice League game looks fun!
Video for you.
Sure, the trailer’s not great, it’s not next gen, and there’s never been a good Justice League game, but why not? It could happen.
Had a bit of a ‘whoa, Scoob’ moment today. It came about 3pm, when I noticed I’d been wearing my nice new jumper inside out all day. Sheila, who bought me the jumper, assured me this was good luck.
Apparently when you do something stupid and sustain a run of bad luck, the universe owes you one. I’m watching you, universe. You owe me a thing that is as good as wearing a jumper inside out for half a day at work is bad. Erm, like a doughnut or something.
Cosmickarmalicious.
One of the good things about having tags on a blog is you can let people know when you’re trying to be funny. This post, for instance, is tagged ‘humour’…
Today was a good day. And there was me getting stressed about not having much planned for this weekend.
After nice, quiet drinks with Sheila, Dave, Afo and Chris at the pub last night was up at a sensible hour this morning, and finished reading the new Kevin Anderson novel. It is awesome - now have to wait frustratedly for the next one.
Then I caught up on phone calls to family and friends, which is always good.
Then I caught up on last week’s opening episodes of season 3 of Lost. Which was less obviously good, but I’ll reserve judgement.
Then I bore witness to Spurs 3-1 victory over Wigan. I have one word for this, and its [[w00t]]!
Now, going to try to work on the ever ephemeral novel for a bit before heading out to see Bond.
Yes, it has been a good day.
Have commenced a weekly ritual of Badminton with Sheila and had a fun game today. But it was en route to the court, standing in the horizontal, spraying rain that I was transported back to my school days, going out to play games on the accursed Bourbon pitches on wet, unpleasant days like this one. You’ve got to love contextual memory.
The nostalgia made it all good. I stood there and let the world rain on me for a while.
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