Going to the City

Went to see the Bourne Ultimatum last night.  I quite enjoyed it once I got over the dizziness.  I had some free tickets (courtesy of Equinom) for an advanced screening session in town.  Went to dinner at a strange little restaurant above Elizabeth Street in the Myer Centre called the Beach House Bar and Grill.  The place feels like Fisherman’s Wharf in the early 90s… has that weird Australian beach pub feel about it, but you’re on a wooden verandah about 5 metres above the footpath on the corner of Elizabeth and Edward Streets in the middle of the city.  But anyway I digress.

We got to the cinema right on time, but I think because it was an advanced screening session or something – there was none of the regular 20 mins of bullshit pre movie ads on…. and we ended up sitting right towards the front of the cinema.   Strangely enough this was exactly how I ended up seeing the Bourne Supremacy a few years ago…. walked in a bit late and ended up at the front of the cinema cranning my neck and desperately trying to watch the entire film and not be overcome with nausea during the action sequences.

Still, I liked the film, and ‘Matt Damon, Matt Damon’ (insert zombie voice) makes a great Jason Bourne…. I enjoyed the first film in the series the best – the Bourne Identity… probably cos of the cool way he was pulling strange skill out that he didnt know he had etc.  As it is I don’t much fawn over celebrities, but Matt Damon would be one of my favorite actors – which is in no small part largely due to his cool cameo appearance in Eurotrip 🙂


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Stuff and nonsense

Went to see the Scared Weird Little Guys last night for Mr K’s birthday.  As everyone knows, I am not normally a fan of musical comedy… most of those bands/comedians? that Mr K loves are just not my thing.  He loves Corky and the Juice Pigs, They Might Be Giants, Doug Anthony Allstars, Weird Al Whatsisname et al…. but I tend to find most of that sort of stuff, a little on the banal side for me .  :S   Generally I like to think I have a different sense of humor to Mr K… rather than his assessment that I have NO sense of humor.   So when I went along last night, my expectations were pretty low I guess, which might be why I found it was better than I was expecting.  I did enjoy some of the music stuff where they were smooshing together the music from one song with the lyrics with another… that was kinda clever and amusing. 

In other nonsense… I saw this article on the BBC website tonight and it tickled my funny bone… I know probably not appropriate to laugh at such things… but I can’t help it!

Pet camel kills Australian woman

Camels in Australia - file photo

Camels were brought to Australia in the 1840s for transportation


A woman in Australia has been killed by her pet camel after the animal may have tried to have sex with her.

The woman was found dead at the family’s sheep and cattle ranch near the town of Mitchell in Queensland. The woman had been given the camel as a 60th birthday present earlier this year because of her love of exotic pets.  The camel was just 10 months old but already weighed 152kg (336lbs) and had come close to suffocating the family’s pet goat on a number of occasions.

On Saturday, the woman apparently became the object of the male camel’s desire.  It knocked her to the ground, lay on top of her and displayed what the police delicately described as possible mating behaviour. “I’d say it’s probably been playing, or it may be even a sexual sort of thing,” the Associated Press news agency quoted Queensland police Detective Senior Constable Craig Gregory as saying. 

Young camels are not normally aggressive but can become more threatening if treated and raised as pets.
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Please pee in the jar.

This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee – all the way home….

In a slightly inebriated state the other night, I was thinking that this well known reference to the fifth little piggy’s propensity for watersports… perhaps isn’t really something that ought be celebrated in a child’s nursery rhyme.  :S   I mean… what the bloody hell is ‘wee. wee. wee. wee’ing all the way home anyway?  It makes no sense.   Actually on introspection, I think it’s hideously unfair really.  If the fifth little piggy can be out there … well why cant they all? Maybe the thing should be a bit more like –

This little piggy went to Mardi Gras
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy like butt sex
This little piggy got none
And this little piggy exercised a socially unacceptable predilection for urolagnia all the way home.

Nup.  It’ll never catch on… doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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Non je ne regrette rien….

I went to see La Vie en Rose with Yale last night. And after seeing the movie, I think you can kinda understand a bit more why Edith Piaf’s music tends towards the haunting and kinda… well… miserable. What a tragic and downright crappy life the poor woman had. And what a bloody bitch she became 😐  Why society tends to allow  talented people to carry on like total preciously and pretentious little pork chops is beyond me.  (The practice/concept of being sycophantic doesn’t mesh with my ordinary demeanor – but that is probably a whole other story.)

Anyway, I quite enjoyed the movie, it was the sort of thing I’ll probably not  want to watch again, but well worth seeing.  I liked being able to see the translations of the lyrics as the songs were being performed.  And the lead actress Marion Cotillard was fantastic.  I thought she did an absolutely amazing job of playing the eccentric and strange looking Edith Piaf – she must have studied Piaf’s mannerisms for hours – and the scene where she has just heard the news of a tragic plane crash was positively heart wrenching. 

Make up artists deserve an Oscar too… Marion Cotillard is Hot with a capital H…. but they made her into the weird looking Edith … and then made her into a convincing (still weird looking) but now old and dying Edith, where she was looking anything but attractive…

 
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Dave at his best

Every once in a while you come across a truly beautiful sentiment that just resonates through your soul … or at least it would if indeed we really do have souls (jury is still out on that one).  Dave over at Blogography comes up with some pearlers from time to time, and this must be one of my favourite modern quotes of all time.


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