BREAK RADIO SILNCE!
COMMIT WORDS TO THE WUB!
SWEAT LIKE A BEAVER IN DFS!
Now I have recovered from my deep seated fear of communication with the outside world, for a spell long enough to appreciate the use of my blog as an improptue messageboard. Nice work with Dan Europe indeed. Firstly I would like to bring some words on the cake that is the Battenburg. Mr Kipling, consider this a personal plea; Sort The Fucker OUT! This one is dry, undercooked, adn I'm pretty sure I can taste raw egg in that there marzipan. Are you trying to do away with my fetid form on this mortal coil? And why do you boast about your use of apricot jam to glue it together? You use the RED jam for cake fixing you shite. Now go away and make it better.
Now....
I have today, this fine Sunday, watched Silent Hill, the movie based on the game based on the hideous world of the human imagination. And sexual repression apparently. And someone pulling off an entire human's worth of skin in one bunched fist. Despite this all being based on a game, it came away with triumph. The ending was unhappy, and to some extent ambiguous. And there was blood. Lots of blood. Not beans.
(trys to remember to stick with one topic per post)
Yes, so films of games. Streetfighter II, for example. Kylie Minogue in her starring role? Van Damme in a homme/non hom precursor to the Big V? Check and check. Colour scheme is tasteless homage to 'Earth Girls Are Easy'? Check, sadly.
I also watched the Transformers movie again last night. Having witnessed the teaser for Transformers the Movie due out next year, I quite frankly have got a little excited before realising it was just a massive marketing campaign beyond the die cast first cut by the bastard Lucas. So then I returned to the film to try and glean some meaning from it. None was forthcoming, but the idea of a massive planet eating robot is rather cool, and the fact that Optimus Prime did die (apparently casuing much consternation at the time, and led to his revival later in the course of things. See Wikipedia to become more confused) is rather forward thinking for an American cartoon.
I know, you're thinking 'I came for the everlasting post and someone with a personality deficit is dribbling about robots that turn into cars which don't exist'. For this I apologise.
My work here is done. But I'll be back. Shudder in fear.
And comments are appreciated. I apologise for the fact that I suck in advance to the expected backlash.
