Wow, i haven't posted here in a while. Reasons have been many, the PS2 forums, the new roleplay i'm currently part in, another blog that i cant say much about or i shall be castrated and books. Its the last subject there i wasnt to discuss today and for the next 0 posts.

Ooh BLOODY WINMX!!! I spend 45 minutes attempting to DL one version of a song, only to try another version that takes 5 minutes. Meh, I digress.

So, books. Love them. I read 5 chapters of the 10th Darren Shan book in the library at school, and after school i went to the library and got out 2 books : "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?" by Philip K. Dick, the book that went on to become Blade Runner, and "Nicolae" by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins, the third book in the Left Behind Series. And it is to this series that i wish to focuse upon for the next 0 posts. Just to get your juices flowing :D

Before I start this blog,(#46 I believe) that willl document the weekends happenings and will chronicle today's return to the public schooling system, some light poetry!

Ode To A Snail

Oh snail, you slither slow,
Your position on the ground is low,
You have a spiral shell,
Bet it weighs a pound,
Must be hell...

Your slimey trail,
Is that of a snail,
You are no slug,
And crap to hug,
You get killed in hail...

But I love you snail!
And of this message,
I am a sincere sender,
'cos noone else loves you,
But me and In'Quenenda!

Wow, ten minutes of my life truly wasted...

I just came across this pot on the PS2 forums:

WAIT!! I NEED A FEW SEXS WHILE I CHECK OUT THIS TREE ORGASM!!! IT HAS A SNAIL ON IT!! LOOK AT ITS TESTICLES!!!

Well that was fun.
The weekend held some fun for me. After a lunch consisting of sausages in rolls (almost a delicacy for a saturday lunchtime really...) I endured the 2 hour drive to Southhampton amidst the heady rush of the M3 and I-spy. eventually we reached the southhampton docks. A short bit of driving later we were parked in the carpark of dock ten, in front of the Doulos (Two years younger than the Titanic. Less huge, more afloat.) a very nice ship. After a day of walking around the boat and talking to people, we then ate the staple Doulos food. Then, we got off the ship, and rejoined the Southhampton landlubbers (avast ye!) and walked for about 20 minutes to the Southhampton central hall, where a musical concert was to take place, headed up by a band known as 'The Tribe' (they where known as the World Wide Message Tribe once, but that was when they were good. With the loss of talent came the loss of name.) However, i ddi shake hands with two of the band members (very nice people) and managed to walk away with a few books under my arm when i left.

Ooh, email from dating life. The fun of Spam...

Anyway, amongst these books was one called Left Behind. A book that my parents had previously read (dad's currently on #12 in the series) and that i had no interest in managed to hook me. Essentially the plot begins with the Rapture (For those of you eithout any knowledge of what this entails, it's essentially Jesus Christ taking all of his people to heaven at once, heralding seven years of trials and tribulation before his return) and it follows and airlines pilot and his daughter, a journalist and a priest as they attempt to find out what's been going on.

a ripping yarn, even if the Religious themes would normally turn you away from it. I suggest that you give it a try if you can find it. It's very good.

AAAAaaaaaaanyway, I'd best fionish now, because it's already taken me 45 minutes to type this, what with the forum work and MSN stuff in the background.

Have fun
DickyBod

Playing: Final Fantasy VIII
Reading: Left Behind 2 - Tribulation Force
Listening to: Fight With Seymour (FFX) - The Black Mages
Watching: Rowan Atkinson Live
Annoyed with: German meant to be on A4
Confused about: Why i didn't get to sleep earlier than 5 in the morning
Mood: VERY BLOODY TIRED!!!!

500 hits!

Woo! In your face Teradud!!!

PLease don't stop reading...:(

Post 45.

DAMNIT! I can't believe i missed Hawking last night! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN and DAMN again.

Ah well.

I just spent 5 minutes counting to bring you the wholly unexciting news that this is my 44th blog since it's inception. Not blog as in weblog, because I couldn't manage 44 blogs at once, I mean the 44th post in this blog. You know what? I'm just going to shut up and post.

I just watched Love Actually actually, and actually it was actually quite a good film (actually). Because of this i'm going to be very sentimental and post about that demon in every 15 year old teenager's (as opposed to a 15 year old senior citizen) life...

LOVE (actually)

I don't know why i'm posting this, other than the sentimental glow that only comes from a romcom, and i know that i'll probably realise that I've said things that will incriminate/embarrass/destroy me, so i'm going to post while i'm glowing. While I have the low dignity-defense to say this I will: Kiera Knightely is the best looking English girl I will never meet. There are/will be better girls that i have/will meet (though if the former is true, i haven't woken up and noticed yet.)

While lower down you will have noticed I ranted about love (actually) as a social destroyer and the bane of everyone's life, and i still hold this to be true at least where i'm concerned (actually) and essentially i bvelieve my love life is the nonexistant pile of leaves that it was and will remain.

OK, just hit a reality check that if i go any further i'll be shooting myself in the foot, so i'll stop.

Oh, in other news .hack completed, food eaten, breathed a little, watched love actually and Finding Nemo (actually)

G'night Kiera Knightley, D.O.B either 1985 or 1983. Damn internet... not that i'm doing searches for her...ahem...

DickyBod
Playing: FFVIII
Listening to: 'Without You, Within Me' thebandwithnoname
Watching: Love, Actually (actually)
Annoyed with: Innuendo
Confused about: Love...
Mood: Sentimental

PS : 10 uses of the word actually (11) only 2 of which were nessacary (actually (12))

First off, i have to admit that the link above my counter is perhaps the coolest thing on the page! Megatrobe, you fool!

So anywho, i haven't blogged for a while, so i decided that i may as well, just to see what happens!

So what's happened to the DickyBod of late? Well, another showdown with the militant group in Beckhenem high street (funny story. They ended up shooting each other when they couldn't decide what film to watch at the Odeon.) Then as i was in Bromely on Friday i ran into the ninja's that had plagued Nonnesuch so horribly (yet another funny story. they got the rong person, so i directed them to lewisham. I wonder why nonnesuch hasn't blogged for a while... a mystery.) but after the encounter managed to procure for myself a copy of .hack//INFECTION, which i have fast become exceedingly addicted to, (though obviously not in the 'plug it into my veins' sense. Snorting is much more efficient.)

Disclaimer : I'm going to use no bracket for the rest of this blog. Fair enough? :-)

So, anyway as i was sayin... ah crap, emoticons have brackets in don't they? Bollards... Ah well. So, .hack. It arrived at the best moment possible, since only 4 days beforehand I had conquered the current beast in my life that was FFX-2. As such, a new game was needed to fill the void, and the arrival of .hack onto the HMV shelves was much appreciated on my part. From what i can make out from the time ive been playing it the story runs a little like this:

After a worldwide computer virus made computer moniters flicker, causing people to lose consciouness (seven died) all OS systems where shutdown, and the internet made very restricted in its use. Then in 2007, a new OS was created, that was hailed as the perfect OS 'ALTIMIT'. Soon the entire world was run by ALTIMIT machines. Then, in order to get the internet back on a global scale, a german prgrammer created a new MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game) called "The World" which could be run effortlessly on ALTIMIT machines. So, into this game comes you, invited on by a friend from school. You meet up with him, and start playing. After a while, a strong monster attacks his character, and you don't hear from him, until the next day when you find out he's been hospitalised. So, after you decide that the game had something to do with it, you go on a hackers rampage throughout the game. Thats pretty much it. I'll get back to you with my progress soon.

DickyBod
Playing: .hack//INFECTION
Listening to: Nothing WMP doesnt work :'( <--- DAMN!!!
Watching: .hack//LIMINALITY
Annoyed with: WMP
Confused about: Data Drain
Mood: Happy, fatigued

i think it's a pretty good site the actual blog and the links are good


Fae Bluesaint/Chris Sutton

My first third party review!!! WOO! Thank you!

In other news, theres a new blog link to the left (Electricity, who is mentioned lower down)

And thats it :D

DickyBod
Playing: FFX-2 (New Game +)
Listening to: Path of Repentance/Via Purifico FFX
Watched: Solaris
Annoyed with: My upper spine
Confused about: Nonnesuch's blog
Mood: Relaxed, happy, serene :D

Something has come to my attention. Nonnesuch si sarcastic.

th post i was going to do today is postponed to someother time, but to whet your appetite, its a review of X-2. If you're from the Ps2 forums and got on this via my sig, email me (link to side)

DickyBod

Playing: .Hack hopefully
Listening to: Blox
Watching: Master and Commander
Annoyed with: The slow server on the Ps2 forums tonight
Confused about: Shuyin/Tidus
Mood: Tired, but happy

And so the Dickybod posts.

This may in fact be my last post. That's it. Final. Over. The blog will rot into dust, with only my memories to keep me happy. It isn't. I'm blogging for a long time to come, despite illness or collision with a heavy vehicle, through adversity, boredom and uninspiring chatter.

If you suddenly are gripped with fear that you may have to continue reading this for aeons (ironic, considering what I’m blogging about tomorrow ;D) then stop. [Grovel] Come back later, please don’t leave this blog; I need people like you to read it! Stop (Temporarily mind!!). OK, on with the post. [/Grovel]

Today was one of those days that i'm looking back on retrospectively and wondering whether I enjoyed it or not. My judgement may be clouded by the fact that I’m as tired as a thing that happens to be very tired, but you can judge whether it was a good day as you read. Then I'll make my own decision at the end, making all those plans you made for a scathing email unnecessary, thus waiting your time and creating more opportunity for that email. Anyway, I got up this morning at 9 o'clock. That’s unusual for me, since I usually sleep until well into the afternoon on a holiday (as this is). Anyway, after an uneventful train journey, we were standing on Lewisham station platform due to a navigational error by my mother, resulting in us being on the wrong train (silly moose that she is...) So, after hopping onto another one we arrive at Greenwich, and then a quick walk to the National Maritime Museum (our destination.) Then into the rather interesting Tintin at sea exhibition, which was, primarily, about Tintin when at sea. Anyway, after that, a quick cup of tea and a scone, which was very nice I’ll have you know. After that, a quick walk to Charing Cross to find lunch. Then after lunch, a trip into some art museum the name of which escapes me to see the Salvador Dali exhibit. Now, I usually hate walking around looking at art. I find it boring, uninteresting and totally irrelevant. But just walking through the first corridor of this exhibit had me fixed. All it had in this black corridor, lit by UV light, was pictures of the man himself, and quotes of his. My favourite being “Only in my moustache will I rival Nietzsche”. After that I was in the right frame of mind for all the art. I was transfixed. The mixture of surrealism with everyday knowledge and conventions is mind-boggling. What seemed to be the norm in all his work where the reoccurring images of the melting watch, ants, drawers and eggs, all of which symbolizing various outlook Dali had on the world around him, and the fragility of reality. If you get to go, I advise you do. It’s a fantastic exhibit, and well worth the trip.

So anyway, when we got home I played on FFX-2 for a bit and joined an RP that someone on the PS2 forums was advertising. I’ll let you know how I’m going on both of those later

Goodnight
Dickybod

Playing: FFX-2 (75% Chapter 5)
Listening to: May It Be - Enya
Watching: The Matrix Reloaded
Annoyed with: The Farplane
Confused about: The RP
Mood: Knackered. Happy :D

Well this is an arse. I tried to change the template of my blog and lost all fiddling i had done to the HTML. I've restore most of the links, but if theres one that is still missing then inform me and i'll put it up.

Most irritatingly the counter i have replaced wont let me have the start count at 289. Well, it will let me, but it doenst want to come up as 289. ARG BASTARD!!!!

I was told yesterday by my associate Stompp that I should make longer posts, and so this is my first attempt at doing so for quite a while. I find that to make a post that's interesting and truly thoughtful you have to actually want to do it, rather than just post out of a sense of habit. As such I'm posting in the morning, listening to a great piece of Stompp's music (Which has just shuffled to another one of his. That's rather bizarre) and relaxing a little. Ahhh.

Last night I was laughing with the power to destroy several major cities at Harry Hill's TV Burp (let the next series come soon) and while the ending credits came on, I went downstairs to fix myself a glass of water. No easy task when the floor is dark, and the cats are camouflaged against the carpet. Bear traps in number 29. So anyway, I managed to navigate back into my room when the next program came on. Something entitled The DVD Clinic. It offered a review of Matrix Revolutions and Spirited Away, (both phenomenally good films. If you rent Spirited Away, watch it with the subtitles. The dub is never as good,) so I settled down to watch. It seemed a very simple affair. A cross between The Daily Politics and Film 2004, one man offering a review of the film proper, with two others commenting on the DVD features. However, it was the most clichéd pile of drivel I've ever seen. The three presenters had obviously just come off of Overacter Idol, and the editorial staff had no clue. If you watch it, watch carefully just before an advert. Either that guy can move fast, or there's some shoddy cutting going on. The reviews themselves are good, offering a subjective view, and each of the presenters has something different to give to the discussion. I think. You see, while the three-presenter format has worked in previous review programs (Newsnight Review has 4) it is terribly done here. The three have no chemistry whatsoever, and continuously interrupt each other. In fact, last night, when the female presenter Kate Simpson started to raise a point, the two men brusquely knocked her out of the water by interrupting and cutting her off, and her point was lost. The only chance she gets to shine is in the competition, where you win a prize by guessing what film the two supporting presenters are acting a scene from. Anyway, if you get a chance to watch it I advise you do, just for the horrendous way it's done. It’s appalling; its only saving grace being the fact it is the only true DVD critic show around.

Welcome back, or if you've just joined us, welcome. (From the DVD Clinic. Ouch...)

I find something to be a very curious concept. Love. What is it? After much research and thinking, I've formed a few conclusions on the subject.

1) I think that love as people want or believe it to be doesn’t exist. Love of the nature between two people as a rich intense emotion stopped existing long ago, if it ever existed at all. The only place it exists now is Richard Curtis films.

2) If love does truly exist I believe it cant be something that eventually works. I don’t think that after a while you start to love someone, I believe that you can only love someone if you love him or her from the outset. You won't admit you love that person straight away, indeed it would be a tad forward, but love is a reaction. If you've been in a relationship for a certain time and you only begin to have a nonsexual basis for that relationship after so long that is not love. Yes, Love is affection yes, love is all around us, as the song would tell us; buy love is primarily a sexual feeling. Love is the reaction between two people that give them the desire to produce offspring. Relationships were never meant to happen. Humans aren’t naturally able to stay in a relationship without straying, if not in action then in thought. If Darwin is to be believed we are animal, and are therefore incapable of holding a long-term relationship because we are not meant to. Love is just a way of making sure we make babies. While that’s a very pretentious view, its what I believe.

3) While I content that love, as a sexual basis cannot exist, love in the sense of a deep affection for a person is possible. For example, the relationship that a person may have for his or her fellow people and friends in the sense of serious friendship is possible and a beautiful thing. I’m losing my concentration here, so I’ll stop here.

So, I hope you enjoyed hat. I’m confused, but meh. Lol

DickyBod

Playing: FFX-2
Listening to: Stompp “The Beauty of a Sine Wave”
Watching: Matrix Revolution
Annoyed with: Love
Confused about: Love
Mood: Peaceful

Broke up today! Huzzah!

A review:

Earlier in the day I went to the cinema to view the film “Gothika”. I admit my hopes weren’t high for this film. The supernatural subject matter and the setting of a mental asylum seemed a little far out for my tastes. However I dispelled these and tried to enjoy it. And I admit that I did, for the first half an hour. I thought they showed the lifestyle of Halle Berry’s character very well in the time they gave it. But it takes more than ten minutes to establish a character, and this is where it fell down a notch. When the story kicked in and the director began exploring the themes of the supernatural and metaphysical entities, part of the shock value of the scenes lay in the empathy we feel for the character, yet because we have not had sufficient time to get to know this character, we feel nothing for her situation, or her predicament. Because we feel nothing for this character in what are very well done scenes, we never in the 2 hours of the story ever feel empathy for her. Simply put, the whole relationship we have with the character is destroyed, because the director was too keen to get into the story proper.
That said, it is a fantastic cast. Halle Berry gives one of the best performances I’ve seen from her. Robert Downey Jr. is very well placed alongside her, because of the stark contrasts in their characters and the relationship that the two have in a doctor/patient environment. Penelope Cruz was superb in her role, not only because she had the notable physical characteristics to match her character, but also how she works in the scenes in which she appears. She features much less than would have been expected, but she manages to deliver a great performance that sticks in your mind as you watch the scenes without her.
Story wise the idea of a vengeful spirit possessing others in order to wreak havoc on those responsible for her death are good, but horrendously underplayed for 20 minutes of the film, and its only with about an hour of film left that the twist start pouring in, and the film actually becomes immensely enjoyable. I won’t give away any spoilers, but the final few minutes are immensely enjoyable. But that isn’t a good thing. Although it’s enjoyable in a sense, it leads away totally from the supernatural themes that have worked so hard to be created and made believable in our minds, so when the ending happens, it loses a lot of its credibility.
The rating is bizarre. Most of the subject matter and the scares would have easily made a 12, but the excess showing of blood (and there's a lot of it) needlessly put it up. If you need to show that much blood to attempt to scare/shock your audience you have no faith in the psychological scares your providing, and for the audience, it leaves the horror aspect of the film hideously in the lurch. This film is not scary. Not in the slightest.
On the whole the film is very much a low rate porn film with good actors, (very ironic, If you see the film you’ll know why.) with almost every other scene being just another way for the director to get Halle Berry into a state of undress. Let me list them off.

1) Halle Berry has to take a shower with at least 30 other women. Water + no clothes.
2) Every shot of Ms berry has the back of her gown slightly open to reveal that SHES NOT WEARING A BRA! Ah, if only that knot were looser, just watching the ties slip apart, allowing the gown to cascade over her body, revealing………ahem...
3) Ms Berry and a swimming pool…twice
4) Ms berry and cold weather with rain.
5) Ms berry and water
Well, you should get the idea by now.

Overall, a good idea that seemed hastily cobbled together with some cheap shot of a wet Halle Berry come together to make a film that’s watchable, but not to be bought, unless the title makes you salivate with your pathetic friends who think that demons and ghosts exist, and that you feel goblins touching your head, giving you signs that the world is full of devils. Let me tell you how to get rid of those ”goblins.” Head and Shoulders.

Well, thank you.
DickyBod

Playing: FFX-2
Listening to: Stompp "Kill Chill"
Watching: Pirates of the Carribean
Annoyed with: .Hack//Infection (WHERE IS IT!!!)
Confused about: The Heineken new can advert...
Mood: Tired, with an FFVIII guide next to me, helping the FF illiterate.

Theres a user on the Uk.playstion.com forums who has this in her sig:

Still Playing (and loving): FFX-2, FF7
Still Listening to: Ayu,The Black Mages, 1000words, Koda Kumi
Currently Watching: Neon Genesis Evangelion, Red Dwarf
Currently annouyed about: Sleep
Currently confused about: Nothing much...
Current mood: Enthusiastic

The user in question is Shadow (who is wonderful marvellous, brilliant, fantastic, dont sue me if you read this.) and have decided to emulate this. The reson is that i can't think of anything witty to put as a post script after my posts. So, have a look at that.

Today i was subjected to a 40 minute delve into the bloody, violent, extreme, satirical and BRILLIANT world of Kinji Fukasaku's Battle Royale. Immediate impressions are good. Lots of violence, bloodletting and horror covering a powerful social message with satirical undertones. I'm watching the rest tommorow lunchtime, so tommorows blog will be a more focused review. As for today, not much to say. Last full day, with incredibly boring subjects. I handed in my media practical, and a lot of people said i'd get some good marks (which is a lie, looking at the quality of their work...) but my drama teacher was away, so i got nothing done in that lesson, which is not good seeing as we have a public performance on the 12th of May. Scary.

Well, thats about it. Lets give this a try then shall we?

DickyBod

Playing: FFX-2
Listening to: Neodammerung
Watching: Battle Royale
Annoyed with: Z
Confused about: ICT
Mood: Tired...