November 2008


 “I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien, I’m an Englishman in New York.”
There’s probably more appropriate songs, but it’s the only one that came to mind. So yeah, I’ve been to Vegas. And there are really no words for how bewildering an experience it was.
That won’t stop me from trying, though.

 

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In response to my fellow Geeky Woman’s post about James Bond, I felt the need to enlighten all those who are unsatisfied with the new Bond.  There’s a newish, but probably unknown by many, film series known only as ‘The Librarian’.  Tonight, I watched The Librarian: Quest for the Spear, and had to be picked off the floor due to the kinetic force of me laughing myself off the settee.  This film really is the scenario of James Bond meeting Indiana Jones, and the pair of them having a baby via the surrogate mother of Parody.  This series, starring Noah Wyle, will cause you to die a horrific, yet hilarity-filled death.

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I have awesome hair – it’s thick and relatively co-operative, and quite happy to be completely neglected by its owner. “Washed, brushed and ignored” is a pretty accurate description of my hair’s existence, and it is long. Gorgeously long – I haven’t worn it short since I was four. Unfortunately though, long hair tends to get split ends – especially mine, after snapping what looked like a brown daisy chain off the end of a strand on the bus this morning, I decided it was time to trim it.

Regina Spektor fans will probably recognise the line “Maybe you should cut your own hair, ’cause that can be so funny! It doesn’t cost any money, and it always grows back…”. What an excellent philosophy.

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 I play Hitman the same way some guys play Tomb Raider. You know, when you back the character into a corner, or try to maneuver the camera in a position where you can get a good look at face, chest and bum? Yeah, I do that. Only with less emphasis on the cleavage.

I found myself doing it with Altaïr in Assassin’s Creed as well, and with Garrett the master Thief. There’s something about husky voiced hooded criminals that makes them irresistible. But Agent 47 and his endless parade of outfits takes the cake. And while my obsession with bald, well dressed sociopaths may be unsettling, I can’t be the only one that looks at the character and thinks he’s hot. I only wonder if the game creators know this.

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This morning, I did a stupid thing. When my virus scanner said ‘Trojan found in suchandsuch dll!’ I believed it, and pressed the ‘heal’ button.

 

This was followed by six hours of frustration and faffing about with installation discs and boot menus, while my favourite IT capable person held my hand over msn. How you’re supposed to do this when you only have one computer that connects to the internet, I don’t know. What I do know, is that a button with a safe sounding name like ‘heal’ shouldn’t have that effect.

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We rescued a dog from the local kill shelter and named him Max.  He’s smallish.  Tan.  Looks a bit like a coyote crossed with a dachshund.  He’s anywhere from 6 mos to 1.5 years old.  He was neutered, leash trained, and then abandoned.  Left in his yard to starve.   A neighbor dropped him off at a police station.   We’re into week two with him and he’s finally coming out of his shell!  This litte boy has no idea how to play.  It absolutely boggles my mind that someone would go to so much trouble and then ignore him.  Because that’s the only way he has not learned how to play.  He was ignored.  Exactly how do you ignore a puppy?  And why?

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Alright, I know I said I tend to ignore the mainstream. However some things will always be excluded from this, and James Bond is one of them. It’s James Bond damnit, and I’m English!

Things started out quite well for Quantum of Solace. I was expecting the titles to have been jazzed up, and they had. I like the song, but don’t have much to say about it – have a listen below. The title video was reasonably good, although not stunning. Despite this, though, I’d enjoyed Casino Royale, so I was distinctly optimistic at this point (although already a third of the way through my popcorn, why must they show so many adverts? It’s not as if anyone remembers them after the film, Orange excluded…).

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