Sunday, March 11, 2007
I am now able to read any .blogspot.com sites directly. Thank Christ for that. I was getting very pissed off. I don't do Internet isolation very well.
On the Blogger Help Group message board a very nice man let me know a work around which worked a treat. If you are finding that you are getting 'page cannot be displayed' messages when trying to read a blog, try to read the blog via this link. It should display with no problems. I would imagine that it is a very useful little link for getting around blogs that are blocked by Company firewalls, as well. Hmm...
After that I spoke to a very nice man on the Virgin Media help desk who thanked me for bringing the problem to their attention. He promised that he would get somebody to look into the problem as soon as possible and also gave me another useful little link here which allowed me to access any blogs. That link also seems to work for any website that is blocked. Perhaps somebody would like to try it out at work? I'm going to.
That over... Hello. How are you?
I should have a hangover, but I don't. The miracle of bananas, water and cornflakes. I suppose you want to know how my fantastic Saturday and Sunday went? You don't? Couldn't give a shit. I'm going to tell you anyway.
Lorraine went away yesterday. She will be gone for a week. She is visiting her Cousin and then her Brother and his new set of twins. She booked her train seat for some ridiculous hour of the morning, so I was up at 6am to see her off. I felt a serious need to see her before she left. The taxi came at 6:30am, so we only had half an hour, but it was OK.
When she left I got a kiss. It was a fairly perfunctory kiss, to be honest, but it was still a kiss. Lorraine said that we would talk seriously when she got back and that she would call me to make sure I was OK.
I went back to bed, had a wank and fell asleep, stinking, for a couple of hours.
Got up, shit, shaved, showered and into town. It was still relatively early, so I caught the first showing of Nick Love's new film "Outlaw". (It's not the film I intended to see on Saturday. That film was going to be David Lynch's "Inland Empire", which for some unknown reason was only showing in London. Birmingham not sophisticated enough, perhaps? Bastards.)
Anyway, "Outlaw".
My Brother really rates Nick Love as a Director, but until yesterday I had never seen any of his films. It's not been a deliberate choice. Sometimes it's just the way that it goes. There is always an alternative film to go and see. I will say this about Nick Love. Like Shane Meadows before him, I like the idea of Nick Love. He is a a British director who makes particularly British films about British obsessions. The pressures to grow up and out of your friends, gangs, football hooligans, the costa del crime and, now, the impression of a breakdown of law and order on the streets of Britain, the corruption in the criminal justice system, and the wish for somebody to do something about it.
"Outlaw" is probably not a great film. It is way too a fragmentary and unfinished a piece of work to describe as a great film. I got the feeling that a lot of material had been left on the cutting room floor. Perhaps the inevitable DVD release will be a longer, more satisfying cut? But "Outlaw" is a good film, a striking film and not a film you will not forget it a hurry. Bitter, twisted, edgy and very morally ambiguous. It also looks wonderful. Dizziness inducing camera work, a limited colour palette, cold and hard and beautiful.
Look at the picture above. It's great isn't it? The guys look mean, moody and magnificent. A unit ready to kick ass. It's a misleading picture. These men are damaged in all sorts of ways.
A depressed and betrayed soldier.
A mugging victim.
An intelligent and educated man, whose family pays the price for his attempt to uphold the law.
A sad and misguided loner who wants to do the right thing. The one character with the potential to be the true, tough, uncompromising vigilante in the group, but an unpalatable man - racist, uneducated and a bigot. (It is a great performance by Sean Harris. The best in the film. He is rapidly becoming one of my favourite actors.)
And a man, scared by the violence in his dreams, who is confronted with bullying and violence in his real life.
It's a fascinating film. Better than the reviews would have you believe. I would like to see it again.
After "Outlaw" I did some shopping.
Food, some more comfort purchases ("The Best Of The Stranglers", "The Best Of Tori Amos", "The Best Of The Backstreet Boys", "The Best Of The Sugababes" and "Escapology" by Robbie Williams) and some porn DVD's. ("Busty Porn Babes" and "Cathy's Diaries Volume 8", both masterpieces of erotica, of course.)
I went home.
At home I had a wank to "Busty Porn Babes" (it didn't take long). Then I stuck my MP3 player into the set of small speakers Lorraine bought for me for Christmas, stuck the MP3 player on random play and listened to it while having a bath. This is what came up and the order.
"Freak Like Me", the Sugababes. ("It's all about the dark in me." I love that line.)
"Honey Come Back", Glen Campbell.
"Rock DJ", Robbie Williams.
"Sea Of Heartbreak", Johnny Cash.
"I Never Picked Cotton", Johnny Cash.
"Tiny Machine", the Darling Buds.
"Do It Clean", Echo & The Bunnymen.
"Indiana Wants Me", R. Dean Taylor.
(They say that on an atomic level there is no such thing as randomness. If that is true, then something we experience as random is only something we have not yet figured out the pattern for. What is the pattern for the above set of songs? There's got to be one.)
I got hungry. I cooked steak, eggs, mushrooms and onions. I also had two large rolls with butter and drank a whole bottle of Blossom Hill. I watched "Dancing On Ice" (the lovely, large breasted Emily Symons is out - she was not a very good skater, but it's still a disgrace) and "The Trial Of Tony Blair" (not nearly as controversial I thought it would be, but I still liked Alexander Armstrong's little bit as Conservative leader David Cameron getting down with the kids - what a tit).
After a bit on the computer, and eating bananas and cornflakes and drinking water, I had another wank, this time to "Cathy's Diaries Volume 8". 3 wanks in one day. Good lord! Am I a stud, or what? No wonder Lorraine doesn't want to sleep with me. She must be scared I would wear out her pussy.
Then I went to bed.
With dinner tonight I had another bottle of wine. I am mellow. I am scum. I am low. I am a cunt and I know it.
I will do Sunday tomorrow and add links, etc. "Sleeping Dogs". Mom. My Brother. My Brother's thoughts on Danny Dyer. "The Football Factory".
On the Blogger Help Group message board a very nice man let me know a work around which worked a treat. If you are finding that you are getting 'page cannot be displayed' messages when trying to read a blog, try to read the blog via this link. It should display with no problems. I would imagine that it is a very useful little link for getting around blogs that are blocked by Company firewalls, as well. Hmm...
After that I spoke to a very nice man on the Virgin Media help desk who thanked me for bringing the problem to their attention. He promised that he would get somebody to look into the problem as soon as possible and also gave me another useful little link here which allowed me to access any blogs. That link also seems to work for any website that is blocked. Perhaps somebody would like to try it out at work? I'm going to.
That over... Hello. How are you?
I should have a hangover, but I don't. The miracle of bananas, water and cornflakes. I suppose you want to know how my fantastic Saturday and Sunday went? You don't? Couldn't give a shit. I'm going to tell you anyway.
Lorraine went away yesterday. She will be gone for a week. She is visiting her Cousin and then her Brother and his new set of twins. She booked her train seat for some ridiculous hour of the morning, so I was up at 6am to see her off. I felt a serious need to see her before she left. The taxi came at 6:30am, so we only had half an hour, but it was OK.
When she left I got a kiss. It was a fairly perfunctory kiss, to be honest, but it was still a kiss. Lorraine said that we would talk seriously when she got back and that she would call me to make sure I was OK.
I went back to bed, had a wank and fell asleep, stinking, for a couple of hours.
Got up, shit, shaved, showered and into town. It was still relatively early, so I caught the first showing of Nick Love's new film "Outlaw". (It's not the film I intended to see on Saturday. That film was going to be David Lynch's "Inland Empire", which for some unknown reason was only showing in London. Birmingham not sophisticated enough, perhaps? Bastards.)
Anyway, "Outlaw".
My Brother really rates Nick Love as a Director, but until yesterday I had never seen any of his films. It's not been a deliberate choice. Sometimes it's just the way that it goes. There is always an alternative film to go and see. I will say this about Nick Love. Like Shane Meadows before him, I like the idea of Nick Love. He is a a British director who makes particularly British films about British obsessions. The pressures to grow up and out of your friends, gangs, football hooligans, the costa del crime and, now, the impression of a breakdown of law and order on the streets of Britain, the corruption in the criminal justice system, and the wish for somebody to do something about it.
"Outlaw" is probably not a great film. It is way too a fragmentary and unfinished a piece of work to describe as a great film. I got the feeling that a lot of material had been left on the cutting room floor. Perhaps the inevitable DVD release will be a longer, more satisfying cut? But "Outlaw" is a good film, a striking film and not a film you will not forget it a hurry. Bitter, twisted, edgy and very morally ambiguous. It also looks wonderful. Dizziness inducing camera work, a limited colour palette, cold and hard and beautiful.
Look at the picture above. It's great isn't it? The guys look mean, moody and magnificent. A unit ready to kick ass. It's a misleading picture. These men are damaged in all sorts of ways.
A depressed and betrayed soldier.
A mugging victim.
An intelligent and educated man, whose family pays the price for his attempt to uphold the law.
A sad and misguided loner who wants to do the right thing. The one character with the potential to be the true, tough, uncompromising vigilante in the group, but an unpalatable man - racist, uneducated and a bigot. (It is a great performance by Sean Harris. The best in the film. He is rapidly becoming one of my favourite actors.)
And a man, scared by the violence in his dreams, who is confronted with bullying and violence in his real life.
It's a fascinating film. Better than the reviews would have you believe. I would like to see it again.
After "Outlaw" I did some shopping.
Food, some more comfort purchases ("The Best Of The Stranglers", "The Best Of Tori Amos", "The Best Of The Backstreet Boys", "The Best Of The Sugababes" and "Escapology" by Robbie Williams) and some porn DVD's. ("Busty Porn Babes" and "Cathy's Diaries Volume 8", both masterpieces of erotica, of course.)
I went home.
At home I had a wank to "Busty Porn Babes" (it didn't take long). Then I stuck my MP3 player into the set of small speakers Lorraine bought for me for Christmas, stuck the MP3 player on random play and listened to it while having a bath. This is what came up and the order.
"Freak Like Me", the Sugababes. ("It's all about the dark in me." I love that line.)
"Honey Come Back", Glen Campbell.
"Rock DJ", Robbie Williams.
"Sea Of Heartbreak", Johnny Cash.
"I Never Picked Cotton", Johnny Cash.
"Tiny Machine", the Darling Buds.
"Do It Clean", Echo & The Bunnymen.
"Indiana Wants Me", R. Dean Taylor.
(They say that on an atomic level there is no such thing as randomness. If that is true, then something we experience as random is only something we have not yet figured out the pattern for. What is the pattern for the above set of songs? There's got to be one.)
I got hungry. I cooked steak, eggs, mushrooms and onions. I also had two large rolls with butter and drank a whole bottle of Blossom Hill. I watched "Dancing On Ice" (the lovely, large breasted Emily Symons is out - she was not a very good skater, but it's still a disgrace) and "The Trial Of Tony Blair" (not nearly as controversial I thought it would be, but I still liked Alexander Armstrong's little bit as Conservative leader David Cameron getting down with the kids - what a tit).
After a bit on the computer, and eating bananas and cornflakes and drinking water, I had another wank, this time to "Cathy's Diaries Volume 8". 3 wanks in one day. Good lord! Am I a stud, or what? No wonder Lorraine doesn't want to sleep with me. She must be scared I would wear out her pussy.
Then I went to bed.
With dinner tonight I had another bottle of wine. I am mellow. I am scum. I am low. I am a cunt and I know it.
I will do Sunday tomorrow and add links, etc. "Sleeping Dogs". Mom. My Brother. My Brother's thoughts on Danny Dyer. "The Football Factory".
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I am also VERY annoyed about the tiny release of Inland Empire - it's foolish, so many people want to see it, they're missing out on my dosh!
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