More! Theres always more. My job never endeth, and neither does the range and fluidity of the position. Included some of the most pointless, inane and just silly conversations.
"How deep is the lake?"
(Me) Well, its low at the moment because the pump isnt working, but its about 5 foot at its deepest.
"It looks deeper than that."
(me) Yeah, well, theres muck on the bottom, so, its acrually deeper than it looks.
"Yeah, it looks deeper"
(Me) Wait til it fills up. Deeper still.
"Yeah, that'd be deep."
Shoot me now.
"I cant find a bin."
(me) Oh, there arnt any. We like people to take their rubbish with them, the house would never have had bins around anyway, so its original fabric."
"Well, its really inconveniant. Can you take this?"
(me)........ the rubbish? I.....just give it to the gate house when you leave, sorry, i have nowhere to put it.
"*SIGH!* Fine"
Im not a bin! Im not hiding one in my pockets either you horrible harridan, christ.
Maybe these are amusing and maybe they arnt, but it saves on therapy so....cheers! And sorry if i offend anybody.
Tuesday 28 April 2009
Friday 3 April 2009
Dead Work
Ok, so Luke inspired me to finish chpt 1 and put it up, hopefully with the view that it will push me to finish more. Comments and critism most welcome.
Its 2014, the world financial crisis has gone beyond crisis and the Depression into Super-crisis. Countries have retreated behind their borders to look after their own and food stamps and rationing is imminent. McDonalds still holds out as a provider of low cost food, but most multi-national corporations have faded in to giant empty office blocks, testament to greed and “good times” that may or may not return. Zac is a young man who wanted to be an accountant like his accountant parents, but in a world with no money, what’s a budding accountant to do?
Chpt1.
It was possibly the plainest office you could imagine, with every skerrick of personality sucked out of it like it had been designed by Ikea 20 years ago. No, 30 years ago. Zac sighed to himself quietly as his potential new boss John looked over his amazingly short resume again. There was only so much you could pad out a resume when you're 18 and Zac hadn’t felt like he could add anything more. Being the employee of the month at McDonalds looked like a pitiful best achievement and he knew it.
“Best employee at Maccas eh?”
Groan. Zac nodded, unable to put into words the “i’m 18 and iv studied full time up until now and id rather be at university, but im a solid realible guy!” he wanted to say. Plus, Uni was for people with money.
“This doesn’t seem like a people job, but if and when you meet the deceased’s family that would come in handy. Nothing like the harsh reality of McDonalds clientele to ready you for emotional storms.”
Zac blinked. McDonalds. A good thing. Right.
There were a whole list of words he’d have to get used to if he got the job, like it wasn’t a body or a corpse, it was the deceased. People were bereaved, you mourned, and it wasn’t even a funeral in most cases, it was a celebration of somebody’s life. None of this occurred to Zac when his parents explained to him that “food on the table” was the aim now that the planet had finally gone bust and a full third of people in America had lost their jobs by 2012. By 2014 people realised that the financial system of the world was beyond repair and the World Bank, out of money and ideas, disbanded.
Both his parents had lost their jobs, his mum a few years ago and his dad just a few weeks ago. Food on the table was becoming more of an imperative.
“You put here under hobbies reading and hiking. Anything else?”
“Not...really.” Zac replied.
“Books... what sort of books?” John was squinting at him, trying to deduce something from his face.
“Uh, anything really. Comics, novels, autobiographies. Anything the local library still has worth reading.”
“Sci-fi? Horror? Fantasy...?” John left those hanging in the air like something nasty or wrong.
Sensing John’s feelings towards the area Zac couldn’t help moderating his answer. He needed the job’ even if he didn’t particularly want it.
“Well, anything really...im not partial to it. Infact, i can’t remember the last time i read something like that.” Lord of the Rings, waiting for the bus to the interview. 15 minutes ago.
“Good....good.” John visibly relaxed, as if one of his bigger fears had just be dispelled. “Just checking, no reason.”
Great, the guy had weird tendancies about books . What other personality glitches were waiting to be unveiled .. . hell, the guy dug graves for a living. Would he end up like that after a few years? Maybe weeks...
Putting his hands together on the table, John sat forward, his face becoming even more sober. This was it.
“What....what made you choose this line of work?” He stared intently into Zac's eyes with that suspicious-of-everything-young look that only people over the age of 60 can manage
“Um...well. There isn’t anything else is there?” It was out before he’d even thought it through. Why did people clean toilets for Christ sake? They needed cleaning and somebody paid that person to do it. Nuff said. Pay e-check in your e-mail. Food on the table. Then the horrible honesty of the statement hit home and Zac’s pale face got paler. “And, and im interested in...”
Zac faded out. He knew hed blown it, what a stupid thing to say. And now he just wanted to get out of there.
“Hah! Good, you’ll do. You start Monday, lots to teach, but not much to it. 3 days and 2 nights a week.”
Zac’s head spun. “I...”
John: ”Hired. As long as your not one of those nut jobs, Goths, Emo –revivalists or death-junkies your hired.”
Zac: “ Um, great! I mean, im not..any of those things. Great! Thanks.”
Zac was now an apprentice grave digger. Food on the table...
Its 2014, the world financial crisis has gone beyond crisis and the Depression into Super-crisis. Countries have retreated behind their borders to look after their own and food stamps and rationing is imminent. McDonalds still holds out as a provider of low cost food, but most multi-national corporations have faded in to giant empty office blocks, testament to greed and “good times” that may or may not return. Zac is a young man who wanted to be an accountant like his accountant parents, but in a world with no money, what’s a budding accountant to do?
Chpt1.
It was possibly the plainest office you could imagine, with every skerrick of personality sucked out of it like it had been designed by Ikea 20 years ago. No, 30 years ago. Zac sighed to himself quietly as his potential new boss John looked over his amazingly short resume again. There was only so much you could pad out a resume when you're 18 and Zac hadn’t felt like he could add anything more. Being the employee of the month at McDonalds looked like a pitiful best achievement and he knew it.
“Best employee at Maccas eh?”
Groan. Zac nodded, unable to put into words the “i’m 18 and iv studied full time up until now and id rather be at university, but im a solid realible guy!” he wanted to say. Plus, Uni was for people with money.
“This doesn’t seem like a people job, but if and when you meet the deceased’s family that would come in handy. Nothing like the harsh reality of McDonalds clientele to ready you for emotional storms.”
Zac blinked. McDonalds. A good thing. Right.
There were a whole list of words he’d have to get used to if he got the job, like it wasn’t a body or a corpse, it was the deceased. People were bereaved, you mourned, and it wasn’t even a funeral in most cases, it was a celebration of somebody’s life. None of this occurred to Zac when his parents explained to him that “food on the table” was the aim now that the planet had finally gone bust and a full third of people in America had lost their jobs by 2012. By 2014 people realised that the financial system of the world was beyond repair and the World Bank, out of money and ideas, disbanded.
Both his parents had lost their jobs, his mum a few years ago and his dad just a few weeks ago. Food on the table was becoming more of an imperative.
“You put here under hobbies reading and hiking. Anything else?”
“Not...really.” Zac replied.
“Books... what sort of books?” John was squinting at him, trying to deduce something from his face.
“Uh, anything really. Comics, novels, autobiographies. Anything the local library still has worth reading.”
“Sci-fi? Horror? Fantasy...?” John left those hanging in the air like something nasty or wrong.
Sensing John’s feelings towards the area Zac couldn’t help moderating his answer. He needed the job’ even if he didn’t particularly want it.
“Well, anything really...im not partial to it. Infact, i can’t remember the last time i read something like that.” Lord of the Rings, waiting for the bus to the interview. 15 minutes ago.
“Good....good.” John visibly relaxed, as if one of his bigger fears had just be dispelled. “Just checking, no reason.”
Great, the guy had weird tendancies about books . What other personality glitches were waiting to be unveiled .. . hell, the guy dug graves for a living. Would he end up like that after a few years? Maybe weeks...
Putting his hands together on the table, John sat forward, his face becoming even more sober. This was it.
“What....what made you choose this line of work?” He stared intently into Zac's eyes with that suspicious-of-everything-young look that only people over the age of 60 can manage
“Um...well. There isn’t anything else is there?” It was out before he’d even thought it through. Why did people clean toilets for Christ sake? They needed cleaning and somebody paid that person to do it. Nuff said. Pay e-check in your e-mail. Food on the table. Then the horrible honesty of the statement hit home and Zac’s pale face got paler. “And, and im interested in...”
Zac faded out. He knew hed blown it, what a stupid thing to say. And now he just wanted to get out of there.
“Hah! Good, you’ll do. You start Monday, lots to teach, but not much to it. 3 days and 2 nights a week.”
Zac’s head spun. “I...”
John: ”Hired. As long as your not one of those nut jobs, Goths, Emo –revivalists or death-junkies your hired.”
Zac: “ Um, great! I mean, im not..any of those things. Great! Thanks.”
Zac was now an apprentice grave digger. Food on the table...
Thursday 2 April 2009
Not in my job title...
I think, not long ago, when writing about my job and what i do i explained that there were things expected of me that were necesarily in my job title. And not just that, but things that were as foreign to me as frostbite to a Sri Lankan. This week has been a lesson and a trial in patience and pushing general knowledge and common sence to its boundaries.
The following are phrases and very short snatches of conversations iv had this week:
"How are you with rats Tim? The cat next door just mauled one and im not sure how much is left, but could you....do something with it?" -This older matronly lady said this with a look on her pinched face like "step on it, bin it, do what you like with it as long as its gone". Perhaps luckily, there was only a head left in the middle of the basement. Which leads to my next pearler...
"Tim, do you know how to cut carpet??" - As a matter of fact, i do. I spent a a summer laying carpet when i was 16 and knew all she would need wa s a stanley knife...the look on her face said "jees, a knife... and it will be heavy.." This lady, part of our collections team, put on a bright smile that told me i was coming with her, saddle up!
"Is that concrete slab all the way through or just a thin topping?" - It was made in the 1880's! I dont know! Nobodies knows! Thats why were hired you, the engineer! Followed closely by:
"Can you dig a hole?" - ........ Just because i dont have a crystal ball to see the past, doesnt mean im the mental equivilent of a paramecium.
"How much can they ute pull?
(my reply) Probably about 1 and a half tonne.
"How much is that?"
"...1500 kilos."
"So itl do it?"
"Do what?"
"Tow a horse float."
"...sure. Why not."
How heavy is the damn horse? How heavy is the float?? Is a shetland? A clydesdale? A foal? Iv ridden a horse twice in my life, how do i know?
"Why dont we let cars come up the drive way here?"
"Well, because of the pedestrians, mainly children and old people, and the wheelchairs for one, but also because they compaction WILL kill all the trees running the length of the drive (100 metres) and those are 100 year old oaks. That would be a shame."
"Surely not."
"Yeah, the compaction will kill them. 5 years, they'lll die. 10 max."
"Surely not.
".........."
- This was the worst. This was my field, my area, part of the reason i work there! Why even ask?! If you dont want a real answer just make it up in your head. Also, what about the people??
(this is me) "Hi, was was wondering how much new barings cost for my car?"
(service station) " What sort of car is it?"
"A late 80's bmw."
"Right...i dunno."
"Ok, could you give me a ballpark?"
"Well, not really..."
"How much is the part worth?"
"I couldnt say really... probably around a hundred or so."
Ok, and how long would it take you?"
"Maybe an hour..?"
"So, it would be maybe 150-170?"
"Yeah, about that."
As the bewildered Irishman who was band from swearing once said -Jesus Mary and Joseph!!
Part + labour = the end fracken price!!
Most of these incidents turned out to be light hearted and funny, but some induced a tight-smiled effect of holding ones composer til the idiot passed and eye-rolling and fist-clenchingly walking away.
The following are phrases and very short snatches of conversations iv had this week:
"How are you with rats Tim? The cat next door just mauled one and im not sure how much is left, but could you....do something with it?" -This older matronly lady said this with a look on her pinched face like "step on it, bin it, do what you like with it as long as its gone". Perhaps luckily, there was only a head left in the middle of the basement. Which leads to my next pearler...
"Tim, do you know how to cut carpet??" - As a matter of fact, i do. I spent a a summer laying carpet when i was 16 and knew all she would need wa s a stanley knife...the look on her face said "jees, a knife... and it will be heavy.." This lady, part of our collections team, put on a bright smile that told me i was coming with her, saddle up!
"Is that concrete slab all the way through or just a thin topping?" - It was made in the 1880's! I dont know! Nobodies knows! Thats why were hired you, the engineer! Followed closely by:
"Can you dig a hole?" - ........ Just because i dont have a crystal ball to see the past, doesnt mean im the mental equivilent of a paramecium.
"How much can they ute pull?
(my reply) Probably about 1 and a half tonne.
"How much is that?"
"...1500 kilos."
"So itl do it?"
"Do what?"
"Tow a horse float."
"...sure. Why not."
How heavy is the damn horse? How heavy is the float?? Is a shetland? A clydesdale? A foal? Iv ridden a horse twice in my life, how do i know?
"Why dont we let cars come up the drive way here?"
"Well, because of the pedestrians, mainly children and old people, and the wheelchairs for one, but also because they compaction WILL kill all the trees running the length of the drive (100 metres) and those are 100 year old oaks. That would be a shame."
"Surely not."
"Yeah, the compaction will kill them. 5 years, they'lll die. 10 max."
"Surely not.
".........."
- This was the worst. This was my field, my area, part of the reason i work there! Why even ask?! If you dont want a real answer just make it up in your head. Also, what about the people??
(this is me) "Hi, was was wondering how much new barings cost for my car?"
(service station) " What sort of car is it?"
"A late 80's bmw."
"Right...i dunno."
"Ok, could you give me a ballpark?"
"Well, not really..."
"How much is the part worth?"
"I couldnt say really... probably around a hundred or so."
Ok, and how long would it take you?"
"Maybe an hour..?"
"So, it would be maybe 150-170?"
"Yeah, about that."
As the bewildered Irishman who was band from swearing once said -Jesus Mary and Joseph!!
Part + labour = the end fracken price!!
Most of these incidents turned out to be light hearted and funny, but some induced a tight-smiled effect of holding ones composer til the idiot passed and eye-rolling and fist-clenchingly walking away.
Sunday 29 March 2009
Mall Cop...
I want to preface by saying -
This is what you get when its writer's claim to fame is having produced/written/done voices for Sabrina the Teenage Witch! Coupled with a guy that wrote/produced/stared in King of Queens. And then, this not being enough, this cheap-gag, fart/ fat humour comedy duo get sewn together with Adam Sandler helming the project.
Now, to me, this represents the perfect shit storm. A cacophany of bad jokes, cheap shots and loud yelling.
The plot: When a shopping mall is overtaken by a gang of organized crooks, it's up to the a mild-mannered security guard to save the day.. blah blah fat-ass blah blah heart gold, blah blah, its the inside that counts. Sure, reinforce that image that if your fat and lifeless, stay doing what your doing, happiness will just fall in your gormless, stupid lap in the form of a beautiful witty somebody.
Luckily, some market researching, savvy go-getter has done their homework and found out this appeals to most of America which is why it has scored 146 million at the box office and counting. Considering the paltry 26 million it costs to make, i forsee a Roy schnieder-like career for Kevin James filling the reinforced shoes John Candy left when he died, as the studio sees the dollar signs for little creative or monetary outlay.
Good thing? No
Bad thing?Yes....wait. Mostly, lets leave some room for devine intervention.
But, on a more positive note, its not all bad. It quickly plateaus just above marginally interesting with brief spikes into funnyland and is a nice painless 91 minutes.
I cant seem to pad this out anymore, there just wasnt enough content, not even to dislike. Look, if your really bored, or have kids that are really bored, go see it. Get it out of your system. If you can wait a few more weeks for early releases for American holidays movie season, so it.
This is a perfect example of nothing else being out worth watching at the moment propelling this trash into the junkesphere.
Cheers, and stay tuned!
This is what you get when its writer's claim to fame is having produced/written/done voices for Sabrina the Teenage Witch! Coupled with a guy that wrote/produced/stared in King of Queens. And then, this not being enough, this cheap-gag, fart/ fat humour comedy duo get sewn together with Adam Sandler helming the project.
Now, to me, this represents the perfect shit storm. A cacophany of bad jokes, cheap shots and loud yelling.
The plot: When a shopping mall is overtaken by a gang of organized crooks, it's up to the a mild-mannered security guard to save the day.. blah blah fat-ass blah blah heart gold, blah blah, its the inside that counts. Sure, reinforce that image that if your fat and lifeless, stay doing what your doing, happiness will just fall in your gormless, stupid lap in the form of a beautiful witty somebody.
Luckily, some market researching, savvy go-getter has done their homework and found out this appeals to most of America which is why it has scored 146 million at the box office and counting. Considering the paltry 26 million it costs to make, i forsee a Roy schnieder-like career for Kevin James filling the reinforced shoes John Candy left when he died, as the studio sees the dollar signs for little creative or monetary outlay.
Good thing? No
Bad thing?Yes....wait. Mostly, lets leave some room for devine intervention.
But, on a more positive note, its not all bad. It quickly plateaus just above marginally interesting with brief spikes into funnyland and is a nice painless 91 minutes.
I cant seem to pad this out anymore, there just wasnt enough content, not even to dislike. Look, if your really bored, or have kids that are really bored, go see it. Get it out of your system. If you can wait a few more weeks for early releases for American holidays movie season, so it.
This is a perfect example of nothing else being out worth watching at the moment propelling this trash into the junkesphere.
Cheers, and stay tuned!
Friday 13 March 2009
The Band, the House and Performance Appraisals...
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
Let me explain.
My apartment is part of a large old converted two story house that has been turned into about 7 apartments of varying sizes and shapes. Needless to say, the apartments outnumber the bathrooms. Fun times.
For the first time in the odd month iv been here, i arrived at the bathroom door at the same time my neighbor (i only share with the one neighbor, thank christ). We look at each other in this bleary "Oh, c'mon!" sort of way and before i could offer he said i could take it.
Its good to have friendly neighbors... because i didnt want to stand there in my underware any longer than i had to.
So id consider that neighbor most definately met. His name is Mike, and he either showers infrequently or at odd times. This was all i knew of this guy, until the next day...
Thats not strictly true actually, i knew he drove this beat up late 70's Merc which i really liked because its parked out the front. Anyway! He and i were coming out of our respective dwellings the next day, me with my backpack half full of things i neither need nor will use and him with guitar case.
"Hes a muso!" I thought, which is cool. Especially because the walls in this place as so thick you couldnt here if somebody was being disected with an angle grinder in the next room, so it didnt matter if he was absolutely aweful at it, he could play all night if he liked.
So i hold the door open like a gentleman.
"Hi!" sez i.
"Hi, im off to Golden Plains" - Seen-me-in-my-underware Mike.
"Oh, cool, thats one i would have liked to go to, good bands playing."
"Yeah... seeya."
"Seeya"
As he struggles though our tetnus-waiting-to-happen gate i cant help but notice he has stenciled on his case EDDY CURRANT and it clicks. The band featured on Triple J all week was Eddy Currant Suppresion Ring and i was living next door, nay, sharing a bathroom with their guitarist/keyboard player. The conversation wed just had sounded more and more awkard in my mind's retelling. Ah well, what can you do.
For some reason or another, things have being lining up at work lately. The last few weeks have seemed downhill, but its more like planets aligning because nothing special has happened, its just of all the potetial things that could have gone wrong....nothing did. Not one. And it felt like i was putting it all on some sort of Karma tab, and there would be this momentus "bill" to pay soon, and i shuddered to think what and when it would be.
Then performance appraisals were announced, or would have been announced, if there had been anybody but me and my supervisor there, so it was more of a case of him leaning over and saying - "Performance apps are this week, just letting you know."
Firstly, its easy to look good when your the only person who isnt sick or on holidays. Id also just finished revamping a major project that had gotten out of control over the last few months and had started to look aweful and the day after id finished my boss' boss had walked past and said something along the lines of "Now this is the direction we should be heading in!". Score!
So thats out of the way for another year.
And now, the $100 dollar question: Will Tim get to the Airshow this weekend?? Discover the answer, and much, much more, next time Wally watchers!
Let me explain.
My apartment is part of a large old converted two story house that has been turned into about 7 apartments of varying sizes and shapes. Needless to say, the apartments outnumber the bathrooms. Fun times.
For the first time in the odd month iv been here, i arrived at the bathroom door at the same time my neighbor (i only share with the one neighbor, thank christ). We look at each other in this bleary "Oh, c'mon!" sort of way and before i could offer he said i could take it.
Its good to have friendly neighbors... because i didnt want to stand there in my underware any longer than i had to.
So id consider that neighbor most definately met. His name is Mike, and he either showers infrequently or at odd times. This was all i knew of this guy, until the next day...
Thats not strictly true actually, i knew he drove this beat up late 70's Merc which i really liked because its parked out the front. Anyway! He and i were coming out of our respective dwellings the next day, me with my backpack half full of things i neither need nor will use and him with guitar case.
"Hes a muso!" I thought, which is cool. Especially because the walls in this place as so thick you couldnt here if somebody was being disected with an angle grinder in the next room, so it didnt matter if he was absolutely aweful at it, he could play all night if he liked.
So i hold the door open like a gentleman.
"Hi!" sez i.
"Hi, im off to Golden Plains" - Seen-me-in-my-underware Mike.
"Oh, cool, thats one i would have liked to go to, good bands playing."
"Yeah... seeya."
"Seeya"
As he struggles though our tetnus-waiting-to-happen gate i cant help but notice he has stenciled on his case EDDY CURRANT and it clicks. The band featured on Triple J all week was Eddy Currant Suppresion Ring and i was living next door, nay, sharing a bathroom with their guitarist/keyboard player. The conversation wed just had sounded more and more awkard in my mind's retelling. Ah well, what can you do.
For some reason or another, things have being lining up at work lately. The last few weeks have seemed downhill, but its more like planets aligning because nothing special has happened, its just of all the potetial things that could have gone wrong....nothing did. Not one. And it felt like i was putting it all on some sort of Karma tab, and there would be this momentus "bill" to pay soon, and i shuddered to think what and when it would be.
Then performance appraisals were announced, or would have been announced, if there had been anybody but me and my supervisor there, so it was more of a case of him leaning over and saying - "Performance apps are this week, just letting you know."
Firstly, its easy to look good when your the only person who isnt sick or on holidays. Id also just finished revamping a major project that had gotten out of control over the last few months and had started to look aweful and the day after id finished my boss' boss had walked past and said something along the lines of "Now this is the direction we should be heading in!". Score!
So thats out of the way for another year.
And now, the $100 dollar question: Will Tim get to the Airshow this weekend?? Discover the answer, and much, much more, next time Wally watchers!
Friday 6 March 2009
The Watchnem watched..
As the title infers, i saw the watchmen the other night, so we'l start with that.
Firstly, it was looong.
2 and a half hours long.
Any movie is aproaching too long at that point, it doesnt matter what its about. My bad left knee starts aching (leave the old man comments out of it) and im well out of pop corn and drink, malteasers a fading memory. I would say that the movie filled the 160 minutes well though, plenty of action, drama and story "meat" and no filler.
The story: The Watchmen is set in an alternate 1985 where superheros are common but outlawed. The world, turning ever more violent, has turned against caped crusaders who dispence their own violent and sometimes skewed brand of justice.
A running narrative is continued through the movie by masked vigilante Rorschach, a disallusioned loner once apart of a super group who uncovers a plot to kill supers.
Now im going to spoil it, so if your just dying to see it and dont want me to piss on your parade then tune out now and by all means come back and agree/disagree/discuss/have a drink with me after you;ve seen it.
The casting was brilliant, with brawn and brains and beauty all being used to push elements of the storyline across, beauty having palpable cosequences. Fountains of blood were to be expected i guess, "300" and "V for Vendetta" coming from the same writer.
Ok. Rorschach appeals to me, because in his bitter, mostly awful world of seeing the worst in people (which is inherant in the almost rambling hateful monologue/diary) he holds truth and above all no compromise in what he believes is right.
But it was Osmandias i came to repect the most, for sometimes the right decision is the hardest (ie: wiping out hundres of millions of people and bringing human civilisation to its knees)
My favorite line was, in a very typical scene where Osmandias (bad guy or is he?) is cornered in his lair and is spilling all the details of his warped plot to save the human race by annialating a good portion of it, just in time for our band of heros to save the day...?
"You think i told you all the details of my plan so you could stop it? All this was set in motion 35 minutes ago."
Brilliant!
I give it 7 out of 10 masks.
Firstly, it was looong.
2 and a half hours long.
Any movie is aproaching too long at that point, it doesnt matter what its about. My bad left knee starts aching (leave the old man comments out of it) and im well out of pop corn and drink, malteasers a fading memory. I would say that the movie filled the 160 minutes well though, plenty of action, drama and story "meat" and no filler.
The story: The Watchmen is set in an alternate 1985 where superheros are common but outlawed. The world, turning ever more violent, has turned against caped crusaders who dispence their own violent and sometimes skewed brand of justice.
A running narrative is continued through the movie by masked vigilante Rorschach, a disallusioned loner once apart of a super group who uncovers a plot to kill supers.
Now im going to spoil it, so if your just dying to see it and dont want me to piss on your parade then tune out now and by all means come back and agree/disagree/discuss/have a drink with me after you;ve seen it.
The casting was brilliant, with brawn and brains and beauty all being used to push elements of the storyline across, beauty having palpable cosequences. Fountains of blood were to be expected i guess, "300" and "V for Vendetta" coming from the same writer.
Ok. Rorschach appeals to me, because in his bitter, mostly awful world of seeing the worst in people (which is inherant in the almost rambling hateful monologue/diary) he holds truth and above all no compromise in what he believes is right.
But it was Osmandias i came to repect the most, for sometimes the right decision is the hardest (ie: wiping out hundres of millions of people and bringing human civilisation to its knees)
My favorite line was, in a very typical scene where Osmandias (bad guy or is he?) is cornered in his lair and is spilling all the details of his warped plot to save the human race by annialating a good portion of it, just in time for our band of heros to save the day...?
"You think i told you all the details of my plan so you could stop it? All this was set in motion 35 minutes ago."
Brilliant!
I give it 7 out of 10 masks.
Wednesday 25 February 2009
In the beginning...
In the beginning there were words. These words arranged themselves, as if by magic to form sentences, which coalesced into paragraphs. ...
As the paragraphs went by, meaning evolved and ideas formed. But then something went wrong and abstract thought, whimsy and sarcasm brought chaos and lack of order - meandering verbose ranting occured.
As the paragraphs slowely heated up, they began to sound irritated, excited and perhaps pissed off in general. This led to the "general reader" believing the "writer" of the words was just a few bad days at work from packing an Uzi 9mm to the post office, but in general, the writer hoped they would shrug this off in time (with the kevlar vest they took the local post office) and would enjoy the tangent-filled vitriol that was struck to the paper of the interweb. If not, perhaps hed clean off that Uzi 9mm...
Contained within will be a gerneral mishmash, a hodge-podge, a melange if you will of thoughts, the ongoing issue of having to work for money and comments about movies. Movies are perhaps the best art we have, displaying the vast array of talent and lack thereof that can be displayed by human nature. I like movies - nough said.
Work -
My position is Horticulturalist. This entails using my vast knowledge of plants/insects/bacteria to further the attempts of a charity aimed at preserving the historical horticulture of Victoria. In plain-speak, im a garderner. In reality, im aprt of a team of poor bastards that get thrown at the problems of a badly run organisation of nitwits and cloth-eared bints that couldnt get pissed drowning in a vat of wine. Most of those problems are garden-related, but then a large minority arnt, or have anything to do with it. ("Tim, what do you know about disabled chairs??")
Recently i moved into a new place. This new place suits me really well, mostly, its great. But the landlord (who lives across the hallway) and i, after only 3 weeks, are losing that good feeling. You know, when you meet somebody you know your going to have to get along with and its goes seemingly ok, but thats just hiding all the nasty little personality suprises for down the line. Sigh.
Stay tuned,
Tim
As the paragraphs went by, meaning evolved and ideas formed. But then something went wrong and abstract thought, whimsy and sarcasm brought chaos and lack of order - meandering verbose ranting occured.
As the paragraphs slowely heated up, they began to sound irritated, excited and perhaps pissed off in general. This led to the "general reader" believing the "writer" of the words was just a few bad days at work from packing an Uzi 9mm to the post office, but in general, the writer hoped they would shrug this off in time (with the kevlar vest they took the local post office) and would enjoy the tangent-filled vitriol that was struck to the paper of the interweb. If not, perhaps hed clean off that Uzi 9mm...
Contained within will be a gerneral mishmash, a hodge-podge, a melange if you will of thoughts, the ongoing issue of having to work for money and comments about movies. Movies are perhaps the best art we have, displaying the vast array of talent and lack thereof that can be displayed by human nature. I like movies - nough said.
Work -
My position is Horticulturalist. This entails using my vast knowledge of plants/insects/bacteria to further the attempts of a charity aimed at preserving the historical horticulture of Victoria. In plain-speak, im a garderner. In reality, im aprt of a team of poor bastards that get thrown at the problems of a badly run organisation of nitwits and cloth-eared bints that couldnt get pissed drowning in a vat of wine. Most of those problems are garden-related, but then a large minority arnt, or have anything to do with it. ("Tim, what do you know about disabled chairs??")
Recently i moved into a new place. This new place suits me really well, mostly, its great. But the landlord (who lives across the hallway) and i, after only 3 weeks, are losing that good feeling. You know, when you meet somebody you know your going to have to get along with and its goes seemingly ok, but thats just hiding all the nasty little personality suprises for down the line. Sigh.
Stay tuned,
Tim
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