Matt: Hello Diary, its been a long time my friend how have you been?
Diary: oh my god Matt where have you been?? I have so much to tell you, well fir..
Matt: Okay that was a rhetorical and how actually am I conversing with you you have no lips or even a mind to speak from. What is making this possible?
Diary: Seriously? after all these years only now you're asking this?
Matt: Um yeah..so?
Diary: well Matt what I can say is that; Diary is Matt and Matt is Diary...
Matt: What the fuck is that suppose to mean?
Diary: That Your mind is the equivalent of a Boeing 747-8 in a car wash.
Matt: again... What the hell is that suppose to mean?
Diary: You are like a pair of sneakers being worn by a deck chair.
Matt: okay you're getting weird...
Diary: Say's the guy who's literally typing to himself.
Matt: Wait a minute, are you saying this is all in my head?
Anya's character in Buffy was perfect to replace the bitchy gap left by Cordelia absence but also added another dimension of an ex demon fresh mortal, trying to make it in a human world (as we all try and do everyday, if you don't then kummbaayaa to you).
A great example comes from the death of Buffy's mom Joyce in Season 5 episode "The Body, where everyone has their own way of dealing with it. Yup they all there, guilt, anger blah blah.
Written heart tugglingly by Joss Whedon (who's directing The Avengers movie as I type) and acted superb by Emma Caulfield.
So apparently its summer over here, coulda fooled me, unless it was that two week gap of sun we had, than I should have taken more advantage of it. As I type this there is a light drizzle happening behind me...no not that kind of drizzling you dirty people, the kind - hold up. these fucking "tenants" in the house I'm living in at the moment not only have the uncanny ability of producing foal stench cooking 24 hours a day but they have the additional mutated ability of SLAMMING THE GODAMN DOORS SO HARD it vibrates throughout the entire house, THANK GOD I am moving out on Saturday.
Where the hell was I? Gee now I totally lost my dirty joke shtick... let me start again.
So apparently its summer over here, coulda fooled me, unless it was that two week gap of sun we had, than I should have taken more advantage of it. As I type this there is a light drizzle happening behind me...no not that kind of drizzling you dirty people, the kind that pitter patters against the window, while you're gazing outward with Mariah's "I can't live if living is without you" playing in the background. Yes depression of note and not a drip of alcohol in site, unless you count hand gel but I'm no where near that desperate(give me an hour).
So when the sun does decide to show its solar flared ass, when the summer romances start to bloom and inspiration takes flight into the blue hue sky, I have a couple of nice lifetrack goodness tunes to get you into the groove. All the saffa folks located in the South I'm sure you can turn on a light and pretend, its probably what we are going to do here anyway.. enjoy
Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho - A really cute short film about two boy's Gabriel and Leonardo falling in wuv, its so pure and innocent but not in the boring and bleh way, there's of course the obligatory fag hag Giovana caught in the middle, the coolness factor is upped by 50% as its in Portuguese.
(To translate click the "CC" box at the bottom of video and select translate captions, the translations aren't 100% correct but we're all clever enough to ascertain what they are meaning to say, right? unless you're just used to dumb romantic movies about a tortured good looking boy whom "know one understands" starring an annoying Disney kid, then what are you doing here?)
It has been eons since I last stepped finger on this blog, my apologies and half for leaving the last post in top place, as the subject matter was such a waste of energy (in reference to the PullMyFinger logo comp). If I hear anybody say its a "chalk it up to life experience" I will post copious amounts of life draining youtube clips to you, that your wall/email will resemble something of a hillbilly reunion roll call.
I guess I should start at the very beginning, which I hear is a very good place to start...but then again as I'm typing this even I'm losing interest, so I'll make this a quickie with a few min of foreplay and 10 mins of spooning afterwards (followed by 20mins crying in the shower coz all you'll ever be is a one night stand or a gateway gay, ooh dark)
shoh but I can ramble? already two paragraphs in and I haven't said anything about the first week I've been in London and how awesome its been meeting new peeps, some DJ's, seeing bands like Cut Copy and the Decemberists LIVE!(up close nogal, not 50 miles away like at a lame ass BRcOKE Fest event) and the weekend markets here I'm afraid make the Biscuit Mill in Cape Town look like a crumb, I'm sowwi buts its true yo.
One thing I hate tho is the lack of Vitamin D in this Land of Eng, lately its been playing mean peekaboo with us, I feel like im stuck in an episode of La Linea (look it up, for the "ohhhh yeah" moment). Do not get me started on my supposed "place of rest" I'm currently residing at, don't get me wrong my room is great, fantastic area (North of Victoria Park) complete hot ass walking the streets, but it all kinda falls flat when your annoying roommates constantly cook meals that smell like "boiled pigs hoofs" (copyright Kate Ruscoe) and the bathroom resembling a horror scene out of "Ringu" with the amount of hair everywhere, which I can handle coz once you've been to a Vortex port-a-potty everything else just seems minuscule, but theres only so many times this bitch barks before he bites.
I guess everything is up in the air at the mo', just when I thought my life could not get any more "sands of the hour glass" more compost is added for extra blockage, but I suppose that's life and all blah blah blah...Hallmark Channel blah blah....
Well I will obviously be keeping you much more up to date with whats happening in my life coz lets face it I like to rant my ass off and how else will the 83 people following me survive? speaking of which anybody from London (East End) reading this and have a room available for around £420-ish pcm, holla at me pleeeeeeez
I'll leave you with a youtube vid swong thats kind of an anthem for me at the mo' and a mixtape from my lovely fweend who's also over here in London going by the name of Twang. ENJOY!!
