rainy sunday in front of sky movies part one

there will be blood

hmmm, a linear narrative from paul thomas anderson? well, not quite.

there is daniel day-lewis and some other people, but you really only notice day-lewis.

an impressive performance, but not an engaging one. i felt curiously uninvolved

lest we forget

tomorrow is anzac day

i won't make the dawn service, but i'll try and get to the mid-morning one at the domain, and pay respect to grandad's brother, whose name is carved in the memorial in the museum

i sometimes wonder what would have happened if he'd made it home. we could have had a whole bunch of cousins.

i've also sent a donation to the hamilton rsa in dad's name.

there is always someone ready to be offended

one thing that annoys me is the way some people say "its political correctness gone mad". its increasingly being used as a replacement for "i'm not racist, but..." as a preamble to saying something extraordinarily stupid.

nonetheless, there are times when a complaint just makes me roll my eyes and go "sheesh-get a life"

this week a canadian tourist made a highly publicised complaint about the marshmallow lollies known as eskimos. apparently eskimo is now an offensive word as it means something like "cannabilistic meat eater" given that the lollies are vaguely human shaped, its kind of understandable how the cannabalistic implications could be offensive. on the other hand, what does that say about jelly babies?

the race that used to be known as eskimaux (grammatically correct plural) are now known as innuits.

"how would you like it", she said, "if we made sweets called honkies?" (well, i'd try one)

it just goes to show that you can never do anything these days without considering the socio-policitacal ramifications of your actions. annoying, isn't it.

pscall (who make the lollies) are not planning on changing the name, but i understand the green party are asking that the lolly ggets a more appropraite name. they are suggesting "vaguely human shaped marshmallow, pumped full of sugar and terribly bad for your teeth."

he's frank (slight return)

its been really interesting watching a genuine military dicatorship right on our doorstep.

in december 2006, commodore frank bainiarama staged a military coup in fiji, ostensibly to root out corruption in the government and to improve racial equality between the indigenous fijians and the indian population.

nz and australian kicked up a fuss and starting pressing him to restore democracy, but frank was steadfast that he would not.

the former prime minister took frank to court and last saturday, the court found that frank's government was illegal

frank stepped down, but the president of the company sacked the judges, suspended the country's constitution and appointed an interim prime minister. go on, guuess who it was. yep, thats right, frank was out of office for less than 24 hours.

there has been a media crackdown, all foreign media have been expelled, all local media have been told that they are only to write positive stories (do journalists know how to do this?). the fijian media are used to this-after the initial coup, any journalists who wrote things that displeased frank were arrested, taken to an army camp and forced to exercise.

frank has also been quoted this week as saying that free speech is not condusive to getting a new constituion in place. on being asked whether he thought that a free press was crucial to civilised society, he responded "no, just ask me the questions and i will answer them"

on the other hand, he has also devalued the fijian dollar, so that holidays there are now cheaper

school for scoundrels

checked out the remake of school for scoundrels today. don't bother

the original, made in 1960 and starring ian carmicheal, terry thomas and alistar sim was actually quite funny (and i think i've still got it on vhs somewhere)

the new version stars billy bob thornton and jon heder and was made by people who have no idea how comedy works.

the original was based on the lifemanship books by stephen potter. it seems that the new version had never heard of stephen potter.

after it was over, i thought that there should have been a way to remake it well. with the profusion of management and self-help books, there was an opportunity to make a clever satire on corporate culture. instaed they settled for an insipid love story with random bits thrown in.

file under "dimension films owes me 90 minutes of my life back"

I smell winter

so, it's 1.30 and i'm sitting at my desk wondering whether to start one big job, or do a bunch of small ones when the dialysis unit rings me. they say that someone on the afternoon shift hasn't turned up, so do i want to take the early slot.

resisting the urge to ask if i can just not turn up too, i say that i will take it.

my estimation that i would be there is 45 minutes turned out to be a little optimistic; a combination of people leaving early for the long weekend and rain turned the motorway into a slow moving river, and once i got there, largely due to a blood pressure machine that just wasn't working properly (79/36 with a pulse of 240 my arse) i didn't get on until 3.

not a bad session, although the bottom needle wasn't sitting properly and so fell out when they took off the sticky tape, i got a good clearance-brief cramp but was nowhere close to going flat.

i got out at quarter past seven. the rush hour was just about over and the temperature had dropped so that when i breathed in, i could taste the oncoming winter.

ironic that the one thursday when it did't matter what time i came off, i got home early

have a happy easter

The writer's tale

Just finished reading "The writer's tale"
It is basically a years worth of e-mails and texts between journalist Benjamin Cook and writer Russell T Davies over the writing of Season 4 of Doctor Who.

Cook queries Davies on the hows and whys of writing while Davies tries to answer in between completing scripts for the show. There are draft scripts for the "Voyage of the Damned", "Partners in Crime" and the two episode finale and a lot of self pity from Davies about how he doesn't have time to write.

Its a fascinating book on the creative process and I thouroughlly recommend it