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Where the Wild Things AreSeptember 29 This blog has movedLet me sleep some moreThe time has come… I am seriously considering moving my blog. For those who read this on facebook or MySpace, this is not going to change anything… so go on ahead and skip to the next paragraph. For the Windows Live readers well I think I am moving over to WordPress. I can’t handle the spam comments on here anymore and the fact that there seems to be no way to prevent them. Also the traffic stats are dodgy and any customisation is painful. It’s going to be sad moving since this blog is two and a half years old, but I guess it’s now or never. Obviously with me being a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to my “online persona”, it’s going to take me a few days to get the new blog to the state I want it in. In the meantime this blog will continue to be updated and when the final move happens, I will grant you all the url and leave this one alive as an archive.
In other news, I am back at work. Although I don’t feel sick anymore, I am still quite rundown and hence at the current lunchtime hour, I desperately want to lie down and have a little sleep. I am completely exhausted. Unfortunately the luxury of little midday “sleepies” does not exist in the world of 9 to 5 so I will be having coffee instead.
I also can’t believe that it’s less than three weeks before I touch ground in SA again. When I booked the ticket, it felt like it was so far away, it barely existed but now it’s literally around the corner. For those who don’t know, I will be returning for a 10 day whirlwind visit to attend my 10 year highschool reunion and the lovely Kirsty’s wedding. I am excited to see everyone but also somewhat nervous. I have no idea what to expect from the reunion and there are some elements (which I don’t want to go into here) of the wedding that are likely to be stressful too. Thank goodness I have a little oasis of calm in between the two events where I get to hang out with my mom, aunt and cousins in Queenstown.
Finally, I realised that I haven’t told anyone what happened with the comic. I decided after some thought that it would be better if we didn’t see each other romantically again. I’m not sure we were quite on the same page. I like to think he agreed with me. Back to the lily pad in search of more frogs then, methinks.
Today’s obsession is 10 Things I Hate About You. This 1999 teen romcom is an adaptation of Shakespeare’s The Taming Of The Shrew. Whether it’s a good one or not I can’t tell you because I have never actually read the play but I do rate the film above pretty much anything else in this (usually lame) genre. It follows the story of uber-popular Bianca Stratford and her sister, acerbic, nasty and often violent, feminist, Kat (Julia Stiles). Their psychotically protective father attempts to keep his daughters “pure” by banning Bianca from dating until Kat does, in the hope that no one will show any interest in Kat. This does nothing to discourage potential suitor, Cameron (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), who tricks school lothario, Joey (Andrew Keegan), into bribing the school bad boy/nut case Patrick Verona (Heath Ledger) to date Kat. Chaos ensues when Kat puts up huge resistance to Patrick’s attempts to woo her and Joey becomes suspicious about Cameron’s motives. Of course this was the late Heath’s first major Hollywood outing and I think the moment for most of us where we fell completely in love with him. It’s a wonderfully feel-good movie, with buckets of humour and a total aw-factor made only more poignant by Heath’s subsequent passing. September 28 It was acceptable in the 80's Blogging when you are too sick to go out is very difficult. There is very little I have to tell you. I have lain on the couch. I have taken naps. I have watched TV. I supposed one can live vicariously. We have a pint of milk sitting in the kitchen that Michelle heckled off a milkman at 4am on Saturday coming back from a big night out. Adventures are still being had in and around the Playboy Mansion… just not by me. We did have a few of the girls around for 80’s movies last night in honour of Candice’s upcoming birthday. There were originally plans to go to Roller Disco but poor Cands has bronchitis and neither of us was up to it. I do love 80’s movies… somehow it’s easy forgive classics like The Breakfast Club and 16 Candles the most hideous plot sins. Hopefully by next weekend I will be back to my usual self and able to provide more excitement. Today’s obsession is Russell Brand. I know a lot of people hate him but I think he’s hilarious. So he’s en ex-junkie, womanising fop with a bat’s nest for hair and a penchant for completely inappropriateness… if this is not what makes a good comedian, I don’t know what is. Probably best known outside the UK for his turn as musician Aldous Snow in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Russell also spent time as “Big Brother’s Big Mouth” and is the other half of the Goth Detectives along with Noel Fielding. I think what I like so much about Russell is how incredibly quick and articulate his humour is. While he is crude and often highly insensitive he is very, very clever. You will either love him or hate him. Check out this clip and tell me what you think. September 26 Halloweenies Michelle’s friend Andreas is staying with is on his way to Cyprus. He had some time in between flights and decided it would be cool to see a bit of London. Poor boy had a crash introduction to the Playboy Mansion. I was on the couch looking like Godzilla and Barb was running around getting ready to go to Hilton’s house. When Michelle eventually arrived we settled him onto the couch and got him watching trash TV with us in the form of something called “Britain’s Strictest Parents”. Must have been a strange evening having come from a few months working on a yacht in the Mediterranean. Today I woke up feeling a bit better than I have done but still very rundown. We had run out of a few essential groceries so I managed to drag Andreas on a quick trip to Sainsbury’s with me. We are both clearly very much in touch with our inner children since we became completely mesmerised by the Halloween aisle. We could stop poking the crawling hands, trick sweet bowls and talking door decorations. In the end we came home with a “snow” globe with a skull in it. When you press the button bits of black and grey paper swirl around and it says scary things and laughs. We sat on the bus on the way home like school children, pressing the button and watching everyone jump. I knew I had overdone it during the brief “adventure” because by the time we got home I was completely exhausted. I swiftly lay down on the couch when we got home and slept soundly for an hour and a half. With the golf ball tonsils, I have developed a snore that’s so loud it wakes me up. I am pretty sure I was snoring on the couch… Andreas is a gentleman though and assured me I wasn’t. Hmmm. When I eventually woke up… I decided it was time for Boosh. I think I have a new convert… mwahahaha! Today’s obsession is Mallrats. This 90’s Kevin Smith slacker comedy follows Brodie (Jason Lee) and T.S. (Jeremy London) on an adventure in a local mall after both are dumped by their girlfriends. With the help of Jay and Silent Bob, they decide to sabotage the dating show that T.S.’s girlfriend, Brandi (Claire Forlani) has been bribed into appearing on by her slimy producer father encountering everything from a 15 year old sex researcher to a topless fortune teller on the way. Nothing really happens in this film but the dialogue, especially from Brodie, is killer. Of course Jay and Silent Bob completely steal the show and a very young Ben Affleck does a very disturbing turn as a retail worker with unusual sexual interests. Great for a giggle when you don’t feel like thinking too much.  September 25 Tonsil golf? For those who have been following my ongoing malingering… we now have an actual diagnosis. I went to the doctor yesterday. I hate going to the doctor so I generally avoid it unless I am actually concerned that death is a possibility. It’s part of that whole thing where I don’t like strangers touching me. My new doctor is a whole heap nicer than my older doctor. The NHS is under a huge amount of pressure to get passengers in and out like it’s a high speed production line, which is not the doctors’ fault and also not the patients’ fault since we are actually paying for healthcare through our taxes. But anyway, it leads to a bit of a pressure cooker environment and so a lot of the doctors tend to berate you for daring to ask them to examine you. My last doctor even seemed annoyed that I turned up there with a chest infection that had me unable to climb the stairs in my house. My new doctor was actually really sympathetic that I was feeling grim. The diagnosis didn’t really take long though. The minute I opened my mouth the response was, “whoah, tonsillitis!” She let me have a look in her little mirror. My tonsils look like golf balls. No wonder I can barely swallow. So now I’ve been booked off for the rest of the week and I am on serious penicillin. I’m feeling a bit bored and lonesome though… does anyone want to come and lie on the couch with me? I have to say a special thank-you to my lovely housemates Barb, Kels and Mich for taking such good care of me while I’ve been a whiny sick person. It is almost as good as having my mom here to take care of me. Today’s obsession is Alpha Animal. I discovered this crazy Norwegian punk-metal band after seeing one of their videos on Scuzz. I was so mesmerised that I instantly went and looked them up and played everything of theirs I could find on last.fm. Fronted by Agnete Maria Forfang Kjølsrud who manages to come across as beautiful, creepy and completely unhinged in the way that only a Scandinavian can. She can go from a pretty high pitched lilt to screaming like a mad-woman in seconds Mixed with the band’s roaring guitars and power drums, it’s a riot of weird chaos and I love it. Must-have album: Pheromones My favourite song: Bundy Hot band members: Agnete is oddly captivating and guitarists Christer Cederberg and Christian Wibe are very cute For fans of: That’s very hard because they’re not really like anything else I’ve been listening to but they do have a similar nightmarish quality to bands like From First To Last, Slipknot or Marilyn Manson  http://www.myspace.com/animalalpha
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