Pie-losophy

Basically, although it seems possible everything this man said was a mixture of highly honed logic and utter irreverence, the pie joke is by far my favourite.

I have always been a huge fan of the one-liner, leading pundits thus far being Mitch Hedberg, for whose improbable musings people have devoted whole sites:
"If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit."
"I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who'd be mad at me for saying that."

Milton Jones, a now frequent face in panel show/comedic programming:
"People try to put him down - talking 'bout my blind alsation"

Douglas Adams, who never claimed to hold them at the centre of his repertoire but still flung out hundreds in every book he wrote:
"The ship hung in the air in exactly the way that bricks don't."
"What's so bad about being drunk?"

"Ask a glass of water"

Then there is possibly the only one-liner I have never, ever forgotten, by meister of cheesey stand-up, Tim Vine:
"I've got a sponge door - don't knock it."

I don't know why exactly I decided to write about one-liners, except perhaps because the more I hear them the more I'm convinced that the art of saying things in as brief and silly a manner as possible is devastatingly important.

Another lil review.

Big gig review coming up - hopefully. I didn't actually manage to take any decent pictures (bloody Canon and the settings I can't be arsed to learn how to adjust) so my editor may not want it, but in that case it will go straight here anyway :D

Another review, you say?

Yeah, that's all for now.

In Defense of Cerebus

Little while since I've posted so here's some more bits.
For instance I know these people.

And also also also this amazing interview which I primarily wanted to argue with, Alan being my hero but still managing to seem incredibly far up his own arse really...
Unfortunately I have been beaten to a rebuttal (yeah, I did giggle at the word rebuttal) and so must resign myself to only making further comment.
The irony, which I relish, is that I hadn't heard of Cerebus until a full week ago, when I was inspired to look it up by the all-knowing TV Tropes, who have captured me in more information-clicky chains than I care to mention and had me laughing nervously about how much of a g33k i really must be. Says the woman arguing the finer rudiments of graphic novel writing.
Definitely to be continued.

Hey my lovers, more lovely lazy luscious links so I don't have to come up with my own content. Bahahahahaha.
For instance, how awesome is this?
I have always, deep down inside, wanted to be the person behind the special effects for this kinda stuff. I mean, it looks fantastic. It's probably the closest you could get to being an actual sculptor, without the artistic pretension.
My life has taken a different path however, and I doubt I can find a way to divert it as yet. I guess, go from working in publishing to screenwriting to bugging all of the friends I know who are going to be film-makers someday (there are a couple)..... and see what happens......

Some o' me poetry

To fob you off for a bit with my writing, I found some old poetry of mine and felt it was alright enough to put up. It was written mid-2008 and fairly obviously revolves around a love affair of that particular time (I think he lasted a few weeks :p). Well either way I don't tend to write poetry, it's not really one of my talents, but here you are. Unedited!

Honeyed eyes, ringed with night
You work in words
I cannot seem to find them.
I continue to hope
Because love is neither here,
Nor here, nor here, nor here
But you, numinal, hushed
Sit with me
And provide the question
That does not need answering

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Your smile
Planted a seed
I think it will do well
My heart is dark and warm and deep
I think it will do well
But just in case
My own one soul cannot nourish it enough
Keep giving me your smile

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Spiralling
upward
Snow in
whirling wind
In the night
Among joy and stars

The Flaming Lips' Dark Side of the Moon

Holy crap I finally got another review posted.

I apologise again for being so slack. I have a few ideas for posts but mainly my grand designs have been my own undoing, as I keep putting them off. Expect some good ol fashioned reviews and short, absent-minded rants in future, like normal.
As I mention in the review, I am shamefully unaware of the Dark Side of the Moon album and most of the body of Pink Floyd's work. All I really know about them, from an erstwhile boyfriend who was a genuine fan, is that their name comes form the lead singer flicking through his jazz records looking for a name and coming across the words 'pink' and 'floyd'. I would say there is a high incidence of the name 'floyd' in the genre of jazz, but that's another black hole in my knowledge so maybe I won't. I also know the song 'Money' inspired the opening of crazily kitsch 70s-80s sitcom Are You Being Served? Or possibly the other way around... My research tells me DSotM was '73 and AYBS was '72 so it must be the other way around. Ahhh nostalgia time....