Day Sixty Two: Oh right, videos don't count as posts.

So, I've "finished" one of my essays now, with a mere 4500 words to write by Wednesday. I've got the sneaking suspicion that I might overrun that slightly. I will almost certainly fall asleep in the Christmas screening as well, because if I haven't finished my essay by then, I'll certainly have stayed up all night before working on it just to try to do so anyway.

Anyway, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time on youtube (because otherwise I'd have to actually concentrate, and I think anyone who's ever had an essay to do will agree on my sentiment of 'FUCK THAT SHIT'.) and getting generally freaked out at bizarre tribute videos. Some people have too much spare time. After all, I'm only watching weird tribute videos. These people have to sit down and edit them together. It's weird.

Also, I didn't really discuss this at length yesterday because I wanted to sleep quite badly, but HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS AWESOME.


I've been following the Lonely Island dudes since The 'Bu, and the fact that they've joined SNL was some of the best news I'd ever heard, as I though Saturday Night Live was finally gong to start being funny again. You know, a return to the glory days, when they had actual good comedians and genuinely inspired writing and sketches. Essentially, I want Dan Ackroyd and Bill Murray back on the show. Unfortunately, that hasn't happened, but the dudes are still as awesome as ever.

Also, I still can't get over the way that Timberlake dances and mouths 'Jizz' at the camera. Cracks me up every time.

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Now playing: Cat Stevens / Wild World

I need to go to bed

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4

Also, holy shit, that was the Timberlake!

Day Sixty One: Hmm.

I've had a number of people nag me to check out Vitamin String Quartet now, so I've been doing that this evening. I've got to say, it was time well spent. (Youtube them, they are awesome.)

Vitamin String Quartet is the collective name for a group of tribute albums which reinterpret alternative rock by playing it in a string quartet. It's fucking awesome. I always really enjoyed it when rock took on classical music, so to have it come from the other direction was pretty damn cool.

That said, I cannot find any decent torrents for them. I know, to recognise work I like I should actually buy it, but I'm far too poor to be doing that at the moment. Christmas presents, on the other hand, would seem to be quite well sorted.

Also, I thought I'd put up an advance warning now for next week. Not only do I have two major essay deadlines for the 11th, but I also have to deal with the stress of turning 21 on the 12th, as well as having two of my best mates come up here to party with me. Needless to say, it's going to be a sleepless, drunken, and generally fuzzy couple of days. So, don't be surprised if my entries for next week are even less coherent that usual. It's probably due to the cocktail of substances that will be sustaining me through the next week.

See you on the other side!

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Now playing: Sweet Diss and the Comebacks / Dunder and Dwightning

Day Sixty: There may be trouble ahead...

So, this is kind of weird. James was good enough to talk about it already however, so go to his place.

Anyway, me and him have decided that we're going to get our shit organised for this final week of term. We both have two essays due for Thursday 11th, which is happily the day before my birthday, and the same day that my actual birthday celebrations begin. So, the pact was that we'd both get our essays done by Wednesday morning, in time for our special animation Christmas screening, where we'll be watching the Nightmare Before Christmas. Which, y'know, is pretty fucking awesome.

However, this means we need to get our shit together on a massive scale. I mean, this is working to get a pair of essays finished by Tuesday night or, let's be honest, early Wednesday morning. That's a grand total of 7500 words written over the course of the next five days. And it's not to say that we can't do that, given that we've both managed some pretty impressive feats in terms of essay writing over the two years, including a caffeine-filled sleepless night which eventually resulted in one of the better things I've written. It wasn't the essay, but it was still good.

However, this still requires intense dedication and hard work on both our parts. This is the third year now. We're being serious now.

And that's why I spent my evening watching I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here, and cheering on George Takei. Because I'm retarded.

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Now playing: Eels / Souljacker, Part I

Day Fifty Nine: Oh hey, that looks interesting...

You know what the worst thing about Wikipedia is?

(There are a great many things, actually. The fact that anyone can edit it, the lack of citation for much of it, the insanely anal habits of the administrators, the schizophrenic nature of their relationship with pop culture and the bizarre ways in which they format templates, seemingly arbitrarily. Anyway.)

The worst thing is that you can jump onto the Wiki to look at, say, Samuel L. Jackson, and after about half an hour's worth of facinated clicking, end up on the page for Scots Law.

(Here's how it went: From Samuel L. Jackson to Snakes on a Plane, to Ronny Yu, to Hong Kong, to English Language, to The United Kingdom, to Scotland and then to Scots Law.)

This is an arbitrary example, because no matter what I intend to look up when I'm there, I immediatly get distracted. It's why, for example, if I get drawn into discussions about politics or world events I bring up weird pieces of information that I should have no business knowing, like having intimate detailed knowlege about The Act of Union, or being able to describe how crystallization works. These revelations often make people think I'm a massive dork/nerd, which, admittedly, is true, but honestly, I don't ever go online with the intention of finding out just what exactly Poynings' Law is, I'm just easily distracted.

Well, now you know why I know random and useless information. I was probably just looking up Iron Man 2 and I just got distracted again.

(Oh shit there's Sam Jackson again I am lost.)

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Now playing: Eric Clapton / Tears In Heaven

Day Fifty Eight: Holy fuck, Vampires and shit! Part 2

So, yesterday we discussed the gay and terrible Vampires from Twilight. Well, today, we'll be talking about the much more awesome kind of vampire as found in True Blood.

Now, just as a completely random aside, I've been burned by HBO before. They created Rome, one of the most asskicking and fucking awesome shows ever, with some of the best historical drama combined with some hardcore swearing and violence and absolutely brutal violence. Unfortunately, they decided to cancel it after the second season, rather than letting it play out it's original five season plan. And that really sucked.

Plus, HBO were responsible for both Sex and the City, and, of course, Sex and the City: The Movie, so it's understandable why I'd fear new things by them. I have the irrational fear that anything I see by them will either get cancelled, or turn out to be the most estrogen filled thing since the ovary.

However, True Blood has so far managed to avoid either by being completely fucking awesome. We've got boobs aplenty, swearing and violence and whatnot, and the main character manages to both be female and not a horrifying Mary Sue unlike a certain other franchise I could name.

Admittedly, I'm only three episodes in, but what I've seen so far is giving me extreme confidence, especially given the sheer amount of awesome that we've had so far.

Plus, Heroes has kind of been making me depressed by how crappy it's becoming, so this will fill a nice gap in the meantime.

Anyway.

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Now playing: Chris Isaac / Wicked Game

Day Fifty Seven: Holy fuck, Vampires and shit!

I first heard about Twilight this summer. My sister and cousin were reading these books which I surmised were about Vampires and stuff. However, that wasn't as important as Edward. Apparently he's the sort of main character in this series of books, and the writing is mainly centred around how dreamy he is. I didn't really care at the time, to be honest. I was more concerned with getting drunk than about the latest fad that was going on.

Okay, it took me a while to get over Harry Potter, and I wasn't ready to move on, okay?

Admittedly, I did try to read the first one (there's four of these fucking things? Holy shit that's insane.) but I stopped after about a chapter because it sounded like a bad FanFiction.net offering. Plus, I had Lord of the Rings to read. Priorities, man.

So, it's only recently that I've been hearing more about this film. It looks fucking awful. Dawson's Creek meets Vampires, and not even in a good way. Also, it's only since it became more widespread that I started hearing more about the characters and rules in this world.

When the Vampires are exposed to sunlight, they sparkle. They fucking sparkle? What the fuck is that? That's the most fucking retarded thing I've ever heard. Seriously? That's fucking terrible.

I mean, Jesus.

The only thing that actually makes me happy at the moment is the way that Robert Pattinson clearly had no idea what the hell he signed up for. Now I picture him trying to think of ways to get out of the sequel contract by, I don't know, getting really fat or growing a hobo-beard or something because, holy crap, the fanbase for this franchise is insane.

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Now playing: The Strokes / Heart In A Cage