My Name is Al

Tis the season…

I really don’t like to write about my feelings and emotions, but I guess the lack of sleep and time of year has pumped some foreign substance into my mecha-heart and I’m overwhelmed by feel the urge to express my feelings.
Faithful readers, I guess its not too uncommon, but I’m about to get a little weird.

Without you

Without you, I am nothing, when we’re together, I am everything.
I need you more that you know, more than you could ever imagine.
The intoxicating fumes of your body penetrate my very being.
The scent, drifting so delicately, arousing my senses with the faintest touch.

With no other will I ever experience the same euphoric pacifism as I do when I am with you.
Your warmth, your softness, your touch, lulls me into a serenity from which I will not wake.
When we are together, I lose myself in a trance of blissful delerium.
I feel whole, I feel we are one, I feel happy.

Coffee, I love you.

Monologue of a Henchman

I am typing generic blather into a terminal.
This is the basic requirement of the
henchman in movies who has any kind of
technical ability.

The camera hasnt panned to the screen so I can
still write whatever I want.
I didn’t even need to turn on the screen, they add the screen glow
and edit it in post.
I always wondered if anyone actually typed
anything to entertain the people looking at
the screen.

As the panic and suspense grows, I’m required to
hit heavier sounding keys
at a more rapid pace
than usual.
Such as
sp ace ba r
a n d
t h e
enter
key.

Soon enough its time for the last command before the camera
can show the monitor. Time for a last big tapping then a pause before I hit

enter

Here comes the scrolling text:

scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text
scrolling text

Maybe after the scroll, wait for user input? (Y/N)

Then…..
…
..
.
Release the hounds.

Obtaining the Unobtainium

I didn’t really like Avatar. I saw it in 3D. It’s a pretty movie, I loved the mishmash of ‘Earth’ beasts they threw into the fray. The world itself looked great. It looked like a video game, complete with free-runnable terrain, rest areas/checkpoints and scenery for boss battles.

As a movie, it made me feel like I was an idiot. The amount of random scenes used to convey the message of “OMGZ RENEMBER DIS FOR LATER RITE? ETS REVELANT TO TEH ENDING…. KINDA” to the viewer, was borderline patronising. Specific scenes aside, it felt like the movie was just a visual showcase with story as an afterthought.

Funnily enough, I’ve found most people who adore the movie and applaud its MIGHTY aethetic prowess, agree with my thoughts(obviously not with the same intense disgust) regarding movie itself. In my unforgiving opinion, no amount of graphically enhanced polish can cover up the tightly coiled piles of eye-rolling cliches in that movie, but, if you can suspend disbelief and become THAT astounded to let everything else slide, congratulations. You are probably a less jaded person and happier movie patron than I am. I tend to overlook the ‘pretties’ and in no way think they can save a movie or video game from its lack of substance, but I can see how people do. Michelle Rodriguez DID have a singlet that was ripped at the cleavage. No reason why, no visible struggle where said garment’s structural integrity could have been compromised. Military-grade, all-purpose, pilot-standard, slightly-torn-at-boobs white singlet. I noticed that straight away, but only mentioned it mid-furious rant this morning.

I mean, really… “Unobtainium“? I think “Plot Item somewhat relevant for now, but not so much later, when we forget why they’re invading at all” didn’t fit the dialogue as well, though thinking about it a little more, it might have been fine. Just fine.

My Twitter365 Project

I finished my Twitter365 project yesterday. Rather than a blathering, overly emotional, dramatic recount of my trials and tribulations in doing such a task, I’m going to be stupidly brief.

This was a really odd challenge for someone like me to take up. I don’t know anything about photography, and I tend to despise most forms of attention and like to keep to myself. Im sure some people view it as some sort of journey of self discovery. I already know who I am, I know what I do. I tried to really have fun with it. Sometimes successfully, sometimes it’s just so annoying that you wish Flanders would just shut up.

Other than the obvious group challenges, inanimate object and tired pictures, people get you through. A few people in particular have really helped me finish, and without getting too emo, thanks guys.

• Ali
• Amie
• Sue
• Brunky

Also, thankyou to Monnie, who got me started, and anyone who threw in comments on pics. Much love homies, much love.

Those that did, thanks for watching. Those that didn’t…. well…. as you were.