A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
Recently clicked on MP3s - 7th June 2005 The Lucksmiths - Warmer Corners
Jens Lekman - When i said i wanted to be your dog
The Trashcan Sinatras - Weightlifting
Teenage Fanclub - Man Made
Laura Veirs - Carbon Glacier
The Decemberists - Picaresque
The Eels - Blinking Lights
Sunday, January 06, 2002
Zzzzzzzz It's been pissing it down in Christchurch for the past few days, which has left me moping around the Loft style appartment, reading Lord of the Rings a lot.
Bored Bored Bored. The videos we ended up getting out last night (From the world's best video store), resulted from the brainless mood of of lethargy and tedium that had been hanging over us all day - Predator 2 and Bad Taste. What can i say, i just fancied watching sheep getting bazooka-ed, and Voodoo drug lords getting beheaded by a great big alien.
I was wondering last night, why on earth has Predator 3 never been made? Surely it just couldn't go wrong. My initial idea for it was to have Phillip Seymour Hoffman starring as a hapless Duck hunter, thrown into a life or death conflict when he bags a duck the predator had his eye on.
Maybe the whole Predator franchise could be brought more up to date, by crossing it over with a reality TV show - Survivor: The Predator Chronicles, or maybe a Big Brother type affair? Who would dare nominate the Predator? And would you feel safe having a shower, never knowing whether or not the Predator was ogling you from his cloaked state? Also, spines being ripped from bodies, and the little red triangle gun causing peoples chests to explode, would have to be an improvement over watching arguments over who's done the least washing up, or who's turn it is to feed the chickens.
Hmmm, the sun has now come out, and I feel it's time I reaquainted myself with the outside world ;o)
4:51 am
