The love of fans...
Friday 14 August 2009
Thursday 13 August 2009
Imaginarium of Doc Parnassus trailer...
Shouldn't really require that much of an intro.
Heath Ledger's final role is about to hit the screens on Oct 16th, in the form of 'Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus'. Trailer below. It's the love & magic...
Heath Ledger's final role is about to hit the screens on Oct 16th, in the form of 'Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus'. Trailer below. It's the love & magic...
Gentlemanly bastards...
Oh for fucks sake!
I’m gonna quote a text I just sent off
“Fucking Brit boys and their fucking brit fucking ways! I swear, they all get sent to gentleman fucking school for boys to pass Dick 101. ALL OF THEM!”
That pretty much sums it up... As far as, you know, emotion goes.
I’m gonna quote a text I just sent off
“Fucking Brit boys and their fucking brit fucking ways! I swear, they all get sent to gentleman fucking school for boys to pass Dick 101. ALL OF THEM!”
That pretty much sums it up... As far as, you know, emotion goes.
I’m sorry but, did Shakespeare really screw you up quite that much? I mean, I refuse to believe that the only reason Romeo paid Juliet much attention was due to her cleavage and the mystery that was her ass. Then again, I suppose it was an even bigger mystery then... But he bloody died for...
Oh never mind!
My point is that there is a whole other Shakespearean issue to deal with now – the Gentleman. The very british tea sipping, door opening, somewhat pompous, and head-held-bloody-high Gentleman. May he rot!
As one of my guy friends so eloquently put it-
“Here I’ll get that.”
“Oh, no really, I can open my own door” *happy sarcasm*
“Hah, you do know WHY guys really open doors don’t you?”
Cue blank stare from myself.
“Well, there's really only one reason... Come on, we wanna be able to check out the gal’s features... You know. “
...
“ Your bod!” As if this was the most obvious thing since 2+2=4...
Somehow I think that sums up the case pretty well.
Xo xo
PS. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no feministic rally-and-burn-your-bras bull in the above! I’m just saying, we’re all humans... still... unless the Gentlemen are a different species? Hmmm... I could buy that!
Saturday 8 August 2009
Wednesday 5 August 2009
Mr Welling and the tights! (and the cape...)
Old rumours, I know, but it seems like Season 9 (!) of Smallville will be the magic one involving the cape, the logo, and the... Oh, hang on. Apparently he'll be looking more like Neo than Superman! Looks like the man in blue tights is going for the frosty black and silver look, and with a trench coat to boot (have they been watching the angels over at Supernatural again? Tsk tsk guys...)!
At least that's what the 'Blue Tights network' are reporting off the Comic Con 09 Smallville panel, and the teaser from the new season. Gough & Millar, what's going on here?
Other exciting news included Welling confirming he’ll be stepping up to the role of exec producer this year. Dude’ll take over the show at this rate! Not saying that’s a bad thing though, he seems quite comfortable in the role. Nine years on the same show will do that to you.
Hey, at least they’re letting him fly around these days! ... Aren’t they? And, while I admit to not be quite up to speed with this (come on, no Lex?!), hasn't he... donned the cape, sort of, before? Or at least promised to do so? Someone, please, fill me in here!
Xo
Nail polish
Black. Neon green. Purple. Red. Really red. Slightly red. Really very pretty red. Not really all that red...They come in all different colours (and shapes... not sure why), with the same intent. If you can't afford a spa treatment, or stress therapy, you sit your ass down and paint those toe/finger nails for a good ten minutes, and you'll be frustrated enough by the colour slips not to care about your rent being overdue.
Okay, so maybe they serve multiple purposes for different people. Like flip-flop season. You want to show off your pretty toes. Or avoid blatant staring at the feet you haven't taken care of for the past year or so because your back just bloody aches and you really can't be bothered to care.
Anyways, it's another one of those girl inventions that just serve no real life or death purpose, is frankly quite pointless and time consuming, but can also be quite fun. Not to mention, there is still something oddly sexy about a man in punk rock mascara and black nails. I... really don't know where that comes from. Oh well.
Other such inventions, these more purely created to complicate our lives, include eyebrow tweezers, rouge, and pens to pain back the eyebrows you just tweezed away. Really? No, really?!
The worst part is that to some extent I get it. I'm doing it (not the painting back eyebrows part! just to be clear), so clearly I must either be as crazy as the rest (which is probably not the strangest proposition of the year) or there is a point to it. In all blatant honesty, I do it because my self esteem has crumpled under too many glances at Cosmopolitan, and too many 'Oh, damn girl, loving that make over!' upon brushing on some mascara.
In a world where anything above size zero recieves intense scrutiny (or your co-workers concernedly talking to your boss about your chocolate eating habits increasing when you size 1,5), and pretty plus skinny plus blonde equals job opportunities, well it's bound to have SOME questionable effects on the psyche of half the population.
But nevertheless, for some odd reason that was not the point. I actually find myself liking nail polish. It is sort of like those bright red shoes. You know the ones... it attracts a different kind of attention, if done right. Raised and questioning eyebrows even, and that I cannot resist! So neon purple with blue tinges, here I come! Thank heavens for colour clashes ;)
xo
Stage sex...
Knew the title'd get you...
Anyways, as for the quote of the day/face palm moment...
Walking to lunch with a gal and a guy.
“OMG did I tell you about this guy! He just told me he’d had sex in front of a 1000 people!” says the girl, looking fairly appalled!
“... How do you even go about that?” hungry confused moi.
“At a concert, with the hot background dancer. On stage.” She explained.
I’m sure it’s a bit of a girl thing, but we both sort of stared at each other with these ‘fill in random absurd and dumbfounded curses here’ looks. Which was apparently cue for the first boy comment on the matter
“That’s fucking awesome!”
...
“I mean, he’s scored enough man points for a life time! That’s... No, seriously, he now has enough man points to drive around in a pink fluffy car with butterflies on and he won’t be any less of a man.”
“Because of the man-points?” sometimes I just can’t help myself. Clearly I need to work on the clarity of my sarcasm though...
“Yes! I mean, man, he’s like a legend now!”
And they keep asking why I’m still single and can't seem to stick it out beyond a few weeks with a boy!
xo xo
D
Tuesday 4 August 2009
Civil rights & Milky-ways...
Just had to put this out there (and yes, I watched the movie, but that's hardly the point... Although the movie is damn good, and personally I think James Franco was highly under-rated in it).
Anyways... Harvey Milk became the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California, when he won a seat on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors.
Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (and particularly a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave).
Either way, Mr Milk stood for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
D
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, and same-sex marriages are banned in quite a frightening number of places, even in the 21st century. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still being punished by law in some places for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply because they are not able to run fast enough to get away. People are still judged based on background, whether it's financial, geographical, or something else. We still let our own fall through the cracks because we STILL cannot seem to recognize we are all worth just the same, wherever in the world we are, and whoever we might be.
Just saying...
Anyways... Harvey Milk became the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California, when he won a seat on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors.
Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (and particularly a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave).
Either way, Mr Milk stood for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
D
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, and same-sex marriages are banned in quite a frightening number of places, even in the 21st century. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still being punished by law in some places for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply because they are not able to run fast enough to get away. People are still judged based on background, whether it's financial, geographical, or something else. We still let our own fall through the cracks because we STILL cannot seem to recognize we are all worth just the same, wherever in the world we are, and whoever we might be.
Just saying...
Monday 3 August 2009
Introductory
Blah... Not much for words for the sake of cluttering up cyber space alone.
Although, just a side note here but, have you noticed how many one-post blogs are out there? On blogspot alone? Just taking up space, like dust particles in the internet desert. Most of them completely pointless, or vivid descriptions of how they will take over the world or be back every week to give us 'avid readers' the scoop!
Course they never got past that one little bitsy post of hopefulness. Poor bastards...
One caught my eye though, a gal calling herself Claire writing about a friend (or frienemy? so hard to tell these days) who it appeared had commited suicide some time ago. It was one of those angry posts, lots of 'why's and 'what did I miss' and 'damn you!'. But most of all it was honest and raw, and I'm not ashamed to admit I spent a good ten minutes looking for the comment button. Couldn't find it :(. Anyways, have a lookis here
I suppose as far as introductions that will have to do. Now if I can be bothered to keep my eyes open much longer, the Barry can be quiet for a moment (the phone, the actual Barry is kicked and gone, not coming near my front door!), and this flu can make up its mind about kicking my head or chest, I'll get on that whole html thing and make this thing... perrty?
Oki doki
xo
D
Although, just a side note here but, have you noticed how many one-post blogs are out there? On blogspot alone? Just taking up space, like dust particles in the internet desert. Most of them completely pointless, or vivid descriptions of how they will take over the world or be back every week to give us 'avid readers' the scoop!
Course they never got past that one little bitsy post of hopefulness. Poor bastards...
One caught my eye though, a gal calling herself Claire writing about a friend (or frienemy? so hard to tell these days) who it appeared had commited suicide some time ago. It was one of those angry posts, lots of 'why's and 'what did I miss' and 'damn you!'. But most of all it was honest and raw, and I'm not ashamed to admit I spent a good ten minutes looking for the comment button. Couldn't find it :(. Anyways, have a lookis here
I suppose as far as introductions that will have to do. Now if I can be bothered to keep my eyes open much longer, the Barry can be quiet for a moment (the phone, the actual Barry is kicked and gone, not coming near my front door!), and this flu can make up its mind about kicking my head or chest, I'll get on that whole html thing and make this thing... perrty?
Oki doki
xo
D
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