dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

A Good Female Baddie

antje traue

The Twelve

Praise Jesus, and thank Gawwwd this book has ended! It was so long I forgot what happened at the beginning! Sweet man alive, how many friggin’ words is this thing? So many, nobody’s kept count! I knew there was a reason I stopped reading doorstoppers – as the author said himself, it’s good for killing mice. It was only Christopher Hitchens, insulting someone’s intelligence by saying they had probably never read a long book, who made me bother again, see if I was up to it. Only just, TBH. In fairness, the beginning was high tempo. King’s quote about the real world slipping away was true. It would have made a hooking novella, or short novel. But then it had to have a Part 2, didn’t it. (What is it with authors and parts? At least make them roughly equal. Each character’s uncle’s budgie had their own part near the end.) This was no ordinary Part 2 either. This part 2 spawned a generational gap, skipping nearly a hundred years into the future. Felt like I was starting another book. I should have started another book.

There was a stand-out scene near the end inside a cage involving a fight against a vampire, but I’m sorry, a good beginning and this cannot justify 733 pages. It was the first time I’ve ever been reading and clock watching at the same time. Straight up. Goddamn clock watching and reading at the same blinkin’ time. How was I to know, also, that this is only the middle of a trilogy!? Wow and wow again. A big long fat bloated woooooooooooow. So that’s why none of it made any sense.

THE WAY WE FIGURE THINGS OUT HERE, successful people can take some stick. It’s what the tossernet is for. It’s not cool to kick starving up ‘n’ comers in the teeth, but runaway moneymakers can kop for it. So:

Boring as. And so many names. He even ruined a name in my own current book. Crukshank. There you go. This guy has already banded it around the free world in 40 languages so you lot may as well hear it from me to boot. He was bound to spoil some, simply by mentioning so many. And who calls their vampires Virals? Who even writes vampire novel trilogies? Helllloooooo. Apparently, this was shorter than the first. Shorter. How can this be shorter than anything but the bible? He even has his own version of the bible at the beginning! Scary how realistic his made up world is. To give him credit, they ARE great vampires, but still...get a grip fella, and sort that author photograph as well mate.

VERDICT: Stick with Deaver

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Welcome to the Punch (End Theme)

Going out with a bang instead of limply fading away. The end credit score to this movie was the best thing about it. It slowly crawls in on your blindside like Shinobi, lets you know it’s there by tapping you on the shoulder, seems to slip away into the distance again like a fingersmith with your wallet, then comes bobbing back in to give you a garden shears haircut from the front with a choppy orchestral flair.

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Running Scared (Recap Animation)

Not arguing that this is the best animation the world has ever seen, but at the time, it was exquisite. It’s good to be reminded of the movie you have just taken in. This sums things up, like a chapter summary. It puts the arc of the story in perspective. Running Scared has thee standout scene of any movie going. It involves kids in a lair and it makes the whole thing. It feels like it should belong in another movie, almost. A mini movie within a movie. It’s harrowing darkness is softened by the cool execution. Plus, it’s a blatant nod to Freddy Kruger. This would have been a treat to see at the cinema. One that got away, in that regard.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Streetwalker's Roadhouse

meet lisa, 23, rusholme

Unreal Architecture

Say what you want about this but there's
a good vibe around the place.

They're saying it's pants, but 
cut the designers some slack.

Cooler Than Cool

G. K. Chesterton

 “The free man owns himself. He can damage himself with either eating or drinking; he can ruin himself with gambling. If he does he is certainly a damn fool, and he might possibly be a damned soul; but if he may not, he is not a free man any more than a dog.”

Friday, 7 June 2013

Paco Bautista

^  ^  ^  (no sh*t)  ^  ^  ^
The hams on this guy! They’re not even muscle, they’re tendons! How’s he done it? Imagine peeling them off and seasoning them for a cannibal’s buffet...you’d need a washer door as a plate. Hams, by the way, are your hamstrings, on the backs of your legs.
Remember when Paco first burst onto the scene (via Flex magazine), seeming to have to walk around his own legs, if that makes any sense, shredded quads wobbling along with him, glutes diced 'n' sliced as standard. Up there with Platz and Warren for wheels, no doubt. This isn't the most flattering picture, but check out the girth on that glute and ham area. If he was a chicken the drumstick would be bigger than the breast. Monsta! 

Thursday, 6 June 2013

Injecting Steroids

Little Monkey is saying: 
"Think I'll stay au natural..."