Wednesday, May 31, 2006

FNM



Faith No More kicking MTV's ass. Hard. This is what it's all about; not giving a fuck and having a damn good time doing it.

Man; I fucking love Patton. See my 'heroes' links. I'm on a total Patton binge at the moment, listening to everything I've got of his; Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, and all his miriad collaborations and projects. Expect a review here of his new Peeping Tom project in the next few weeks. It just came out and I'm dying to get it, but I'm saving myself until after my exams are done. It's going to be an awesome album, and it'll need my full attention.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow...

First off; apologies for lax posting. I know it hasn't been that long since I last posted, but I kind of hope that you've all been logging on every day, or even twice daily, only to sigh in disappointed and curse silently under your breath that I've not posted anything new. I know this probably isn't the case, but hey. If you have been; then I'm very, very sorry. And thanks for reading.

Anywho, it's deep into that time of year. Exam time! The centre of academic life around which our paltry existences are measured; every day of our studies focused on and culminating in several hours of frantic writing to prove how much we know about a subject that we may, or may not, care about. The point of scholastic ejaculation where all that knowledge we've built up through months of... actually, y'know what? I'm going to abandon that metaphor before someone gets hurt...

All this stress is exacerbated and exaggerated even more by the fact that I am fast approaching my last week at University. For those of you not in this position;
this is a fucking scary thought, believe me. So much so that I just try not to think it, and just get on day by day.

A day by day routine which is, right now, feeling somewhat of a drag. Day by day; the same old day. My days seem split in only two ways: 'revising' and 'not revising'. Whatever I do when I'm not revising, be it going for a walk, playing my guitar, reading, watching TV, hanging out with friends; it all just seems to fall into the umbrella of 'not revising'. Maybe it's guilt and comes from me feeling like I should be working harder. Maybe it comes from me wanting this chapter of my life (as good as it has been in parts) to be over. Or maybe it's the stress of facing my final exams to get my Law degree which I only really want because I believe in finishing what I've started.

Whatever it is; I can't wait for Uni to be over.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Do You Realise?

Do you realise that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realise we're floating in space?
Do you realise that happiness makes you cry?
Do you realise that everyone you know someday will die?

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know you realise that life goes fast,
It's hard to make the good things last.
You realise the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

Do you realise?
Do you realise that everyone you know someday will die?

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know you realise that life goes fast,
It's hard to make the good things last.
You realise the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

Do you realise that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realise?


'Do You Realise?', by The Flaming Lips.


*Edit* I've just actually looked properly at the Amazon page linked above, and seen that the album is going for an astounding £4.97! That's more than worth spending just to hear this utterly awesome album, even if you only listen to it once. Buy it NOW!

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Fancy Dress Fun

I returned home again on Friday for Melanie's 18th birthday party, and immense fun it was too. She had a joint party with her two friends Grace and Gin who were also 18 last week; Happy Birthday to them too! Words don't really do parties justice; so here are a few photos...


Lara Croft, Jane, and Tinkerbell a.k.a Gin, Melanie and Grace a.k.a. The Birthday Girls!



Guess the costumes!



Tarzan and Jane a.k.a. Sam and Melanie.



The best costume at the party by a country fucking mile. Dr Frank N Furter a.k.a. Boydy.



Melanie's birthday cake, eaten after our family meal yesterday. Nothing to do with the party as such, but I thought it deserved to go up here cos as you can see it's fucking cool. Melanie had the same cake years and years ago. Possibly for her 7th birthday; none of us can really remember!

The one bad thing about this weekend, amidst all the awesomeness of fancy dress, being home, seeing lots of friends and relatives etc is that now I'm back in Sheffield and have absolutely nothing to look forward to over the next few weeks. Exams can go fuck off. First one this Saturday. That's right: Saturday!

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Another birthday!

Just a quick post (which should have been done yesterday: I suck) to say Happy Birthday to Mr Kier Mustoe! Wooooohoooooo! And such...

I have nothing else really to say other than to comment on how fucking BORING revision is. It's not that I don't like doing it, it's just so very very boring. I do understand that if I found ways to make it fun then it would probably be more effective, but hey. I'd rather read it, write it, and talk to myself about it then fannying about with cards, post-its, fancy colours etc. Although, having said all that I am just about to listen to a podcast on Corporate Insolvency posted on the Uni system by my lecturer.

That, my friends, is the very definition of fun.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Happy 18th Birthday Melanie!

Yes, my little sister is 18! Fucking hell... where does time go? Anywho, lots of birthday love to her, and a "sorry" for not being able to finish her present in time for today. I had the idea of writing a story about her (kinda) for her birthday, but the idea came too late and evil exams stood in my way. But after I finish Uni I'll finish it off, and who knows, maybe post it up here; with Melanie's permission of course.


So, I had a great weekend, and big congratulations go to my aunty and uncle who celebrated their Silver Wedding Anniversary on Saturday. Despite the shitty weather the party was really good and I drank too much red wine. Which is always fun.


Now I have to really, really start some revision; especially as I'm going to be away from Sheffield again this coming weekend. Melanie is having a fancy dress party (shared with two of her friends who have birthdays this week) on Friday. If anyone has any ideas on who I can go as (the theme is films) please... answers on a postcard! Or better still; in the Comments link below.

To be honest, I want to go as the Predator. I like simple.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!"

And so chanted Alice, myself, and a theatre full of people of all ages and from all walks of life, having just spent the past few hours pissing ourselves laughing and all having a bloody fantastic time. Laughing our heads off, and then laughing all the more cos we are comfortable in the knowledge that we will be going straight to hell. Or so some people believe. And to those people, we laugh, and say that it is they, not us, that can all go, in the words of Satan, get “fucked up the ass with barbed wire.”

Putting it simply; the show was amazing. Brilliantly put together, fantastically performed, and hilarious. Warring infidel lovers, a chick with a dick (with a heart), grown people in nappies, Satan, Jesus, God, Steve the Head of Security, and tap-dancing members of the KKK. That’s right; TAP-DANCING MEMBERS OF THE KKK! That really is as fucking funny as it sounds.


So, supposedly, Jerry Springer: The Opera is a hate show, targeted towards Christianity. But to any reasonable person who actually goes to see it (unlike, I’m sure, a lot of the Christians who have been protesting) this is plainly not the case. If anything, it’s ultimately a story of good vs evil; like all the best stories are.

The protesters complain that Jesus and their religion is ridiculed; that this show is blasphemous. These two observations are pretty much true; but that does not mean that such shows cannot be created. Why cannot a show that mocks Christianity be made? Never does the show say that Christians are wrong, or idiots, or horrible people. The story of Christ is simply used to create humour. And thanks to that wonderful little thing called freedom of speech, that’s allowed!

However, the Christians who speak out against the Opera claim very much to be in favour of free speech. Yet, they want to try and stop the show from being shown on stage for people who want to see it to go and have a great time. They’ve tried, and fucking succeeded, in stopping DVDs of the show from being sold in certain supermarkets. In other words, they believe in freedom of speech so long as that speech doesn’t offend them or disagree with them in any way.

What is so wonderful about the world in which we live is that everyone is different. We all have different opinions, and we all have different beliefs. And I, as do most atheists, respect the Christian beliefs. We don’t agree with them, but we respect them. There’s a difference. But, it seems that many Christians (far be it from me to judge an entire group of people. I’ll leave that job to the protesters) do not respect the beliefs of others. The belief that they may be wrong. Cos, as the end of the day, beliefs are just that; ‘beliefs’. They are how you were brought up. They are what you have been taught. That doesn’t make them REAL.

So fine; be offended. I understand how this show will offend SOME Christians. But also, I’m offended by their reaction and their judging of me and everyone else who goes to see the Opera as heathens and immoral people. I’m offended by them trying to physically stop productions of the show. And I’m offended by their lack of a sense of humour, and lack of common sense and reason. If they don’t like the show, THEY DON’T HAVE TO WATCH IT!


Anywho, I should probably wrap this up before I start to rant.


I just want to finish by saying how much I would have loved to have hung out with the cast of the show afterwards. They clearly enjoyed every minute of the show as much as the audience did. I bet that they are the most interesting, fun, reasoned and open-minded people you could ever have the rare pleasure of meeting. And they put on a fucking kick-ass show.

“Jesus, grow up for Christ’s sake, and put some fucking clothes on!”

Friday, May 05, 2006

Sun!

Wow, today is gorgeous. Really, really gorgeous. It's days like today that you really don't want to do any work. But as I have an assessed Family Law seminar on Monday morning, and am going home for the weekend, I had to do some today. So, I went to the library, photocopied the articles that I needed to read, and went to the park.





This is the tree I sat under and read 4 (count 'em, 4!) articles. Granted, a couple of them were pretty short, but hey. When I was finished I kicked back and listened to Pink Floyd and felt the sun on my face. It was great.

When I got back I hung out with Kier, Villis and Mike the Cat for a bit.



Mike (as Kier affectionately named him) is our neighbourhood cat who has taken to hanging out at our house. I thought it was about time I posted a picture of him.

Right, it's off to the #1 Oriental Buffet with Alice for our dinner (all you can eat, and I haven't eaten all day!) and then off home back up to the 'Toon.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Some thoughts

Well, I decided I really should post something seen as I haven't put down my thoughts for getting on for a week now, so... here's some thoughts.

1) Why the hell is Charles Clarke still in our government? RESIGN ALREADY, you incompetant bear, you.

2) War sucks. The most powerful man in the world (and I shudder as I type those words) seems to disagree with me on this point, and as I've already mentioned on this blog and as I'm sure everyone is very much aware, he just can't wait to charge right in there, causing lots of "unfortunate" civilian deaths (again) simply because the Iranians might want what the US already have. Regardless of have much I am for nuclear non-proliferation, I don't understand how America can tell any other country that they don't have the right to manufacture any nuclear weapons, when America are are the only country in history to ever use one. Oh, I'm sorry, two.

So, it looks like it is down to us, the little people, to try to work towards a future where wars are no more. An impossible task some may say. You may ask; what can we do? Well, I'll tell you how we can start. Y'see, as I discovered when I found this website, before you love others you have to be able to love yourself first...



Finally, 3) I consider myself a fair man. So, in light of the fact that I have reason to believe there will be protesting Christians at the Theatre Royal on Saturday, denouncing Jerry Springer: The Opera and praying for mine and Alice's accursed souls, and I will no doubt be voicing my opinion on this following the show, here is their side of the story...

I can't wait for Saturday.