sex, drugs and christopher nolan

it's been a while. too busy having a social life it seems, but then on reflection it's been a nice quiet weekend. friday night was by and large 'unplanned piss up night,' where i mostly drank in the style of george best. a few pints of staropramen at the bell (if you've never had the stuff it's basically the czech answer to stella) followed by getting more pissed in a skate park (thereby shredding all the dignity that was bestowed upon me when i reached adulthood) was enough for me to deem the night a success, and i woke up saturday with a cracking hangover and illness to boot. gracious.

sunday night was the night i FINALLY got the chance to watch inception, nod my head approvingly throughout and then quip 'yeah it was pretty decent' as i was navigated my way to to the toilets after it'd finished. and i'll say it again, it was decent. good even. i did enjoy it. provided a nice food for thought. good to see a nice mix between story and visuals. but i couldn't help but think 'isn't this supposed to be like, MINDBLOWINGLY AMAZING???' as i watched. it saddens me that the mass media seems to have its collective throat gagging upon christopher nolan's metaphorical monster cock right now because i fear it'll leave me depressingly disappointed each time he lets loose another summer blockbuster.

it just sets the bar too high for a man who has come up with some amazing stuff in his relatively short career. memento is up there with the best films ever made. his dragging of the batman series back into the realms of credibility is quite remarkable considering how laughable the franchise had become. yet with these achievements he's been turned into some jesus figure who produces renewable energy sources from his backside. when the particles collide in that hydron whatever thingy, i wouldn't be surprised if it just produces mini christopher nolans. the world loves him that much. and it's set the pedestal too high. so from now on i'll just ignore all media hype surrounding chrissy boy until i actually see his next offering. which will be nigh on impossible seeing as it'll probably be the next batman. dag.

'sides, he'll never beat memento so it's pointless really.


i might leave it there for now. reading festival coming up - this thursday in fact. i don't care much for the music really. i'm being deadly serious when i say that all i really care about seeing is blink-182, cypress hill and limp bizkit. and i'm such a music fan, so i tell myself. i wish titus andronicus were playing. that band are so great that they're shagging all your mothers numerous times over.

don't get captured.

still have no idea

after spending about 5 minutes trying to come up with SOMETHING CLEVER as a title for this entry, i've decided from now on to name the bastard things after i write them. whether this title will have any connection to the blog topic itself remains to be seen. well... for me it does.

today the reading tickets arrived! i say tickets, they're not tickets. just a letter saying where to get our tickets. BUT IT STILL HAS THE COOL BLOODY ENVELOPE, ALRIGHT?

boom.

guest camping! going over the "improved" camping area descriptions has induced a bit of a chuckly chuckle. "cleaner showers." wasn't actually aware of any showers at reading in the first place. "better camping conditions." i assume here that they mean the complete lack of teenage morons marauding around and rebelling after realising that they're away from mummy and daddy for the first time in their lives. having said all that we'll just camp in gen pop anyway. friends + atmosphere beats a not-as-shit-as-normal-camping-but-still-shit-no-doubt shower.

anyway, having received the tickets today i couldn't help but fondly reminisce over readings past. about a year or so ago i said i'd never be back there cause i'd grown so much contempt for the festival. but really, i have no reasons be have contempt for it. sure, it's shit that there's so many dicks there and young people there and it's all overpriced to fuck and christ can someone call the fucking wahmbulance already? why moan about the annoying parts and forget about the legendary moments that have happened over the years? FACE IN MUD, wildslinging, trolley wars, baker, jailbait, etc. i appreciate that these will make no sense to anyone outside my circle of friends, but that's the beauty of a festival like reading - everyone takes away different memories from one collective experience. i'm confident that this year will be just as great as the others.

and seeing as i won the damn tickets there's no sense of injustice if it turns out to be utter balls. double win!

that's all for now, but before i go, check out the morgan freeman chain of command. just because.

http://www.cslacker.com/images/funny/clever_amusing/morgan_freeman_chain_of_command/

number one.

for me, this is challenging. my first blog entry and what on earth do i write about?

how's my day been? average. what am i up to? not a lot. do i have a huge urge to enlighten you about these things? not really. but here i am typing away like a stock analyst on speed having a go at giving you some interesting (well, i would hope so) musings about my life and the things that go on around me. stick with it.

there's a certain addictiveness that people have to mediums such as blogging and twitter and whatnot. just spurting out your thoughts in a stream-of-consciousness style rambling is comforting for some. who else would listen to you talk about what you think apart from the collective audience of the internet. i remember having an old (and looking back, rather cringeworthy) blog i used to keep as a teenager being a constant source of excitement, and my adolescent brain couldn't wait to get home from school and update the blogging community about how great afi are (or were, looking back) or my rather aloof tendencies to discuss my favourite flavours of ice cream. there was even a small community of us! who could post the most was a common challenge set amongst us aspiring bloggerteers. and the greatest thing is that we read each others blogs. i couldn't even tell you why! it just seemed pleasant to think that others had this same desire to spout nonsense.

well, here i am. 22 years of age, not so big an afi fan and definitely still a big endorser of ice cream. so what's changed? what's dragged me back to the blogging scene since my days of being a shy, awkward teenager? well, i feel i need to vent, share, explain and more than anything else attempt to make sense of this reasonably delicate period of my life. cynicism is taking over me like a bad rash yet i'll always be an optimist at heart, so balance is needed. also, i'd love a place to post all kinds of funny shit so i'm making the most of this opportunity for sure.

so yes. expect a blog that will primarily focus on my day to day thoughts yet delve into areas that have great impact on my life. music, football, politics, news, film. even video games and ice cream. i love my life, yet sometimes it gets a bit fucking deep. this, i hope, will help piece together all the loose bits.

one thing though, seeing as i was riding the nostalgia wave earlier. have a butchers at this. absolute tune of a song that was released ten years ago. TEN YEARS AGO? fuuuuuck.



night y'all.