Friday, April 29, 2005
Time moves strangely in San Andreas.
Technically, an hour passes every minute, yet when I'm playing it hours (in real time) seem to flow by like minutes. I must confess it's got me bad. I recently discovered the 'territory' system and have spent most of my intervening waking hours expanding my little vitual empire, happy as a pedo in a primary school. This in itself is neither here nor there, but I done so well over lent, writing-wise, and I have barely done a tap since then.
I have however signed up to be a poll clerk on election day. Good news is it pays over £100 for the days work (on top of the £40 you get for training) and it occurs on my day off, so I'll get extra flexi to use at work, bad news is the working day starts at 6.30 am (and I have to be there by then- so I'm looking at getting up sometime around 5) and finishes at 10pm, no lunch hour, no breaks, no refreshments provided. Oh, and I may not have my own vote counted. So there.
Films, books, games etc...
Watched Rodger Dodger last week. Very good it is too, though it had a couple of false endings which always pisses me off. The basic conceit is that Rodger is a womanising, misogynistic egotist who lives in BigCitysville, USA and he is visited by his 16 year old nephew from back home in Bumfuck, Montana and they spend a night harassing various ladies. Rodger sees this as preparing nephew for life in the big bad world, but it rapidly becomes clear that the lovely ladies prefer nice little nephew to aging sexist uncle (duh).
Also watched Bangkok Haunted, a collection of three stories about ghostly going on's told by each of three women in a bus station or somewhere. Each story is pretty unremarkable, but what I love about eastern cinema is that even when the story is dull, or old, or silly or whatever, they always show a better fundamental understanding of the film-making craft than their western counterparts. When you go to see a shit american movie, that's exactly what you get. Watching a shit asian movie is like drinking bad milk- you only realise it's no good after you've finished it. Weird huh?
Finished the Artemis Fowl trilogy of books. First one: Excellent. Second: Let down. Third: Return to form. What really pisses me off though is that theArtemis of the first book- a really nasty piece of work- doesn't make an appearance for the rest of the trilogy; he goes and develops a conscience, which I abhor in my protagonists.
Technically, an hour passes every minute, yet when I'm playing it hours (in real time) seem to flow by like minutes. I must confess it's got me bad. I recently discovered the 'territory' system and have spent most of my intervening waking hours expanding my little vitual empire, happy as a pedo in a primary school. This in itself is neither here nor there, but I done so well over lent, writing-wise, and I have barely done a tap since then.
I have however signed up to be a poll clerk on election day. Good news is it pays over £100 for the days work (on top of the £40 you get for training) and it occurs on my day off, so I'll get extra flexi to use at work, bad news is the working day starts at 6.30 am (and I have to be there by then- so I'm looking at getting up sometime around 5) and finishes at 10pm, no lunch hour, no breaks, no refreshments provided. Oh, and I may not have my own vote counted. So there.
Films, books, games etc...
Watched Rodger Dodger last week. Very good it is too, though it had a couple of false endings which always pisses me off. The basic conceit is that Rodger is a womanising, misogynistic egotist who lives in BigCitysville, USA and he is visited by his 16 year old nephew from back home in Bumfuck, Montana and they spend a night harassing various ladies. Rodger sees this as preparing nephew for life in the big bad world, but it rapidly becomes clear that the lovely ladies prefer nice little nephew to aging sexist uncle (duh).
Also watched Bangkok Haunted, a collection of three stories about ghostly going on's told by each of three women in a bus station or somewhere. Each story is pretty unremarkable, but what I love about eastern cinema is that even when the story is dull, or old, or silly or whatever, they always show a better fundamental understanding of the film-making craft than their western counterparts. When you go to see a shit american movie, that's exactly what you get. Watching a shit asian movie is like drinking bad milk- you only realise it's no good after you've finished it. Weird huh?
Finished the Artemis Fowl trilogy of books. First one: Excellent. Second: Let down. Third: Return to form. What really pisses me off though is that theArtemis of the first book- a really nasty piece of work- doesn't make an appearance for the rest of the trilogy; he goes and develops a conscience, which I abhor in my protagonists.
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