Friday 3 June 2011

Far out that's funny


So this song has been played hundreds of times (by me).
It is hilarious.

Friday 20 May 2011

The World is Ending! Update!

It's been the 21st of May for 58 minutes. So far the end of the world is sort of a let down.



Incase G-d is just running a little late, I'd like to take a moment to thank him for creating the plague, AIDS, baby moths that eats their way out from the inside of a live caterpillar, the particular kind of leech that likes to live inside eye sockets and of course, homosexuality.



http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-preacher-warns-end-of-the-world-is-nigh-21-may-around-6pm-to-be-precise-2254139.html


I'd also like to reassure him/her/it/ze/they that I don't hold any grudges against ze for hiding yourself so thoroughly, for making all your devoted followers nutbags and idiots, and for generally not being a good explanation for any of life's mysteries.

In order to deflect your possible wrath, I'd like you to consider that while I have been referred to as 'millitant' atheist before, I have never used the wit and style of this man. Dawkins.






some of my favourite quotes:

Science flies you to the moon. Religion flies you into buildings."

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of the Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here."
Richard Dawkins (Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder


"The essence of life is statistical improbability on a colossal scale. "
Richard Dawkins

Thursday 19 May 2011

Monster- Charlize Theron, Christina Ricci

I'm currently eating dinner. It's this awful chicken vinaigrette salad with way too much onion. After I wade through this massive salad, I'm going to kick back, keep ignoring all my looming assignment dea dlines and watch "Monster'.




I watched this for the first time a year ago with my buddy Taj. He believes a good movie is one with lots of awards attached to it, so this one was perfect. (Charlize Theron got 17 best actress awards.)

I don't necessarily agree with this (The Blind Side, I'm looking at you!) but settled back to watch anyway cause that's what I do.

Charlize is Aileen Wuornos, not the first female serial killer but probably the most famous one. Before all the killing and despair starts, Aileen meets Selby, (Tyria Moore in Real Life) and they dance together at a roller disco to the sounds of Journey's 'Dont Stop Believing', now widely famous as 'that Glee song'.

Now I can't pretend that Aileen is my type. She's unattractive in a real life kind of way, not in a movie sense. (you know, in need of contact lenses and a hair cut.) Selby is also not really my type, too whiny, too little-lost-puppy.

BUT.

I love the scene where they kiss. It then cuts to them outside, making out frantically up against a building.
When I watch this movie, my heart races. Charlize and Christina really sell the desperation of their characters, the utter need they have for each other.

(Disclaimer, this is a rare positive review)




It's not all that long after this that the killing begins, and Selby starts to act like a real biatch, so it's really only the first half an hour that I really love, the rest is just icing.

Anyway, tell me what you think!

Friday 13 May 2011

My license! Transamerica.

Well, I couldn't get on to update at all yesterday. I suppose it is better that I update when I actually have something to say and not everyday. No-one wants to read that dribble.
I got my license back the other day. (I lost it, speeding, for three months) and boy is it liberating. Life explodes with possibilities once more.

I do hate being a P plater though because the cops stalk me- I've been breath tested twice in two days! Thanks to my suspension I have almost a year to go on my green P's before I get my full license. I got my P's late, not at 17 as is typical but at 20.

The only road movie I like is 'TransAmerica'. It stars Felicity Huffman (the chick from desperate housewives) as Bree, a MtF pre-op transexual who goes on a roadtrip with her teenage son, who thinks she is a Christian Missionary who came to bail him out of gaol. (he was busted hooking) She makes a pretty prissy chick, to be honest, but the movie is funny and heartbreaking, and Kevin Zegers, who plays the son, is very very attractive! So there's that.





The music video that goes with this movie really made me like Dolly Parton (it has been pointed out to me that I have the musical tastes of a gay man) but more importantly, made me WANT that jacket. It's awesome. I don't have the chest for it though, maybe I could put a pillow down there.


Friday 6 May 2011

First Daughter...made me gag on my dinner.

This was the only movie playing on my TV tonight.



I recommend you watch the trailer, and then thoroughly disinfect your brain lest the taint catch hold.


Why is it that all these movies always feature a virginal young girl who is swept off her feet by a vaguely menacing older man?
Imagine a movie in which a college aged boy is out with his friend's drinking. He's trashed, dancing and having fun, under the eye of a friend. (Token Black is in this scene, milling around in the background.)
Now imagine his ex girlfriend shows up, beats up the girl he was flirting with, and drags him home and puts him to bed*
Is this still a romantic picture? Is she a hero saving him from the evils of underage drinking and maybe even a little casual sex?
I suspect she'd be put firmly into the stalker, psycho category.
This actually happens in this movie, only, of course, the genders are reversed, and instead of being a pathetic ex boyfriend with no boundaries, he's actually made out to be her white knight. Her albino knight.
Seriously the extreme whiteness of this movie bothers me. It's like a toothpaste ad.

Why do you think this is?
....I don't hate this movie because of any of the following reasons:
- It's laughably naive about politics
- None of the main characters can act
- It relies upon the stupidity of its characters to advance the plot
These flaws are bad enough on their own, and these are only the things I picked up in the 30mins total I watched of this film! (15 at the start and 15 towards the end)
I hate it more because as a romance film it completely fails in making its characters likeable! Romantic Lead Female is a doormat and an idiot, Romantic Lead Male is a sexist pig with delusions of grandeur.

I guess that kind of means I hate this film because it's....sexist.

(Wince)

It's hard to put that into words because I know the eye rolling that the mere mention of sexism induces in an army of trolls, but it needed to be said. It does not get a pass for being old, or for being so cringe inducing American, which, let’s face it, is sort of a synonym for backwards anyway.

(You may notice I don’t always provide a handy plot summary with these movies. That’s because I am aware that you are just as capable of using Google and imdb.com as I am.>
 Oh yeah, one more thing. I seem to have accidently started following myself on Blogger, which is weird. Seems like there should be a mechanism to stop oneself from doing that. I feel like there is a whole lot of things I don't know about blogging, but I'm always keen to hear tips, advice, even just plain criticism!
So talk to me baby. Let's talk all night long.

YouTube Queen, ZJtemptv

I have an assignment due, and instead of working on it, I'm writing a blog post. Even though I've only had one person comment, and only 67 people have ever viewed this blog, I still rank it higher in importance than my uni course work. This of course has nothing to do with my innate procrastination skills.

I am something of a Youtube addict, lately.
Sometimes it's science stuff, sometimes humour, but lately it's been ZJ.

ZJemptv (Zinnia Jones) is a gay atheist who calls themselves the Queen of Atheism. I love their stuff. It differs from a lot of the stuff I watch because ZJ is an angry person. (rightfully angry, but still) I find ZJ's passionate defense of reality, of logic, of basic humanitarian values to be inspiring.


This link is ZJ in a calmer mood, but still inspiring.


http://www.youtube.com/user/ZJemptv#p/u/24/3D4JQKVNWdo


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yK02Lqky2U

The second one is fanastic, I wish I was that articulate.
Alas, under pressure I tend to stutter.
I have on one memorable occasion, lost the ability to speak at all when put under the pressure of a speech to a classroom of my peers. (thanks for the therapy)

 Right now I'm watching Wanda Sykes...she's so prett---uhh I mean funny.



I think she's on my list of three people living or dead you'd want to have dinner with...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EK2iPGy1vYs&feature=related
(swear words ahead)



Anyway, I have nothing else to say today. Sorry y'all.

Tuesday 3 May 2011

Osama is dead

Spoiler! 

Apparently the US have killed Osama bin Ladin.

Shame they had to do it by invading yet another country. (yes, that's what sending soldiers into another country without permission is)

In a highly suspect turn of events, his body has been 'buried at sea'.

I watched the celebrations on TV the other night at Washington D.C, couldn't help but notice a hilarious similarity to the people dancing in the streets in afghanistan when 9/11 happened....backwards redneck peasants are the same the world over, only what they chant differs.

Allahu Akbar! (God is Great) vs U.S.A! U.S.A!

Thursday 28 April 2011

ANZAC Day

Anzac Day was my undoing. My unspoken pledge to myself to blog every day- shattered by the amount of alcohol I drank.

I'm Australian, and for anyone who doesn't know, Anzac day is when we commemorate the Australian and New Zealand forces who died at Gallipoli, and at more recent conflicts.



I didn't go to any of the dawn services as 4am is a foreign country to me, but I went with a friend to a 10am service in a tiny country town called Lyndurst,  (population 385) where a travelling pipe band lead a march half a block to the town hall. It was very nice, very peaceful and kind of sad.

There was a church service that bored me, but was lightened immeasurably by an old lady who kept calling out corrections to the man leading the service. (Not yet, do this first, his name is henry not harry etc)

Then my friend (who I'm going to call Taj because it's a nice short name,) and I, ate curried egg sandwhiches with the people of lyndhurst, who were all friendly and all rather old.

Anyway, when we finally went back to my hometown, we went on a pub crawl. This is the other traditional way of celebrating ANZAC day and unfortunately we ended up drinking from about 2pm till 10, at which point I was so drunk I had to go home. I remembering looking at my laptop and thinking, I'm sure there's something I have to do today, but then I fell asleep on the carpet in front of the fire, so it became something of a moot point.

Sunday 24 April 2011

The World is Ending!

Stop the presses, we're all going to die.

I know, for too long we've all thought the world was ending on the 21st of December, 2012. Those Mayans promised us. But since they're all dead now, the world really ended a long time ago for them.


Now, a new date has been proposed.

The 21st May, 2011. That's right people, only 27 more days to rap up all your unfinished business.



This is the genius idea of (who else) a rightwing American nutjob with too much money and too little sense. Family Radio network founder Harold Camping. He also prosephied that the world would end in 1994, but later admitted to doing his adding wrong or forgetting to carry the 1. He's sure his Maths is right this time though. Ruly-truly.

If you feel the need, search for his page, it's full of bizarre claims basically taking random numbers from random Bible excerpts and then using those numbers to make a date for the End Days.


Allow me to use my prophetic powers in order to determine the true date the world will end.
I am the Ungodly Prophet, and I see.....


My favourite number is 17. I am currently 22. I feel like the oldest I will ever be is 37.

(1+7) x (2+2) =  32
=
3/2/37

The world will end on the third of February 2037.
(Guess I will live past 37)

(Or, if God really is American, than maybe it'll be the 2nd of March 2037.)

If you do feel the need to prepare for the rapture, apparently there are actually books designed to prepare you for this.

How to Survive the End of the World as We Know It: Tactics, Techniques, and Technologies for Uncertain Times

The End of the World: Stories of the Apocalypse

End of the Present World and the Mysteries of the Future Life


I can't tell you anything about them because I don't think the world is going to end, except that they're cheap, (which definitely says nothing about their quality. O_O ) so might be good for a laugh.


So, what do y'all think? Is the world really ending? Anyone packing up a swiss army knife and a supply of canned food and heading for the hills?

Saturday 23 April 2011

A book

Now I'm not in the habit of doing this, it's kind of tacky, but I want you to read this book. If you can't find it in you local library, or secondhand somewhere, then you should buy it.

The God Delusion

It is made of win. Dawkins, who appears in so many YouTube clips as a witty man with a slight tendency to stutter, reveals himself as a really amusing writer. It's clever, it will help you win arguments with deists...and hey, if you are a deist, you know, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, etc, maybe you'll have your own little period of Enlightenment. :D

Easter

Happy Eostre y'all.

Have lots of chocolate on my behalf. (I forgot to buy any and the shops are all closed.)


The modern English term Easter developed from the Old English word Ēastre or Ēostre (IPA: [ˈæːɑstre, ˈeːostre]), which itself developed prior to 899. The name refers to Eostur-monath (Old English "Ēostre month"), a month of the Germanic calendar attested by Bede, who writes that the month is named after the goddess Ēostre of Anglo-Saxon paganism.[4] Bede notes that Ēostur-monath was the equivalent to the month of April, yet that feasts held in her honor during Ēostur-monath had gone out of use by the time of his writing and had been replaced with the Christian custom of "Paschal season
(stolen from Wikipedia)


Pretty, right? The Pagan gods are so much more creative than the Abrahamic God. Personally, I like the commercial god we've created, the Easter Bunny.

2 seconds on YouTube though and I've found proof that our new God can be pretty malevolent too! Just to even out the score, and because it makes more sense if the bunny is female (the whole fertility motif), we're going to decide that in the clip you are about to see, we're looking at a Goddess.

The Bible- the fun bits

Then he went up from there to Bethel; and as he was going up by the way, young lads came out from the city and mocked him and said to him, “Go up, you baldhead; go up, you baldhead!” 24 When he looked behind him and saw them, he cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two female bears came out of the woods and tore up forty-two lads of their number (2 Kings 2:23-25)

I will bear (geddit?) this in mind if I ever suffer the scourge that is female pattern baldness.

Maths. Not Math

Hey y'all

I have a question for the universe, or for the three Americans who, according to my stats counter thingy, have actually looked at this blog.

Why do you call Mathematics 'Math'?

I hear it on American TV shows all the time and it makes me cringe.
See, in Australia, we say "Maths', because it's a shortening of 'Mathematics' not 'Mathematic.'

(I feel like i have a spelling error somewhere up there, ^^^ but meh.

So, I'm just curious, if anyone wants to leave a comment and explain this mystery to me?
It is Easter Saturday. One of the days Jesus supposedly spent dead in a tomb, 2000 years ago. In honor of this sacrifice, thousands of customers who eat at Mcdonald's over the Easter weeked will order fillet-o-fish burgers.

(I work at the dread store, as a casual while I finish uni. The acrid reek of deep fried fish is never so pungent as on Good Friday.)

I know, the Jesus story is nice, and some people find truth and beauty in it. For me, there's too much darkness hidden in the Bible for me to ever see it as the Holy Book.

I find truth and beauty and meaning in science, in my year 9 biology textbook, in the maths books I was never dedicated enough to decipher, in chemistry and physics.

Some people might think you can't find the meaning of life in a world without God, and to those people, I offer these two clips. One is an excerpt from a speech by Richard Dawkins that I got off YouTube, and the other is Carl Sagan's 'Pale Blue Dot'.









They are worth the 2 and 4mins it will take to watch them.

Friday 22 April 2011

Kirsten Dunst

Two reasons why I like Kirsten Dunst.

Interview with a Vampire- normally the prospect of a Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt movie fills me with horror, and not the good kind of horror.  The horror that is Katie Holmes-Cruise’ life.
Kirsten Dunst changed this movie for me. Her portrayal of Claudia the perpetual child vampire chills me, and reminds me that someone who’d been alive only half as long as me, was already a billion times more successful. That’s always a cheery thought.

Bring it On- at fifteen, watching this movie, I used to like to imagine that ‘Torrance’. Kirsten’s bubbly head cheerleader, ended up with ‘Missy’, grungy rebel cheerleader played by the smoking hot Eliza Dushku, instead of Missy’s goofy brother.
(Hey, I can’t always be deep and meaningful.)


self potrait

I was really bored, so I decided to do a little self potrait for y'all.
My amazing art skills confined me to using MS Paint, rather than the oil or watercolours someone with my visage would normally be entitled to.

One thing. I don't actually wear shoulder pads, and I also do not wear orange lipstick, or indeed, any lipstick.

I also don't have jaundice, but the colour palette of Paint is rather limited.

Without further ado...'


Ungodly, a self potrait by the Ungodly Infotainer.

Ungody Infotainer, in all her glory

Sexist, racist- pretty music though.

So, I just watched a movie. Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the third Narnia movie.
I really like the music for the Narnia movies. I’m not going to go into a synopsis of the movies, if you want one then I suggest you dogpile.com it. (I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Google is Master)
The movies themselves are okay for kid’s movies, and Skander Keynes, who plays Edmund, the skeptic child, would get my heart fluttering if I were just a little younger.
The books themselves are full of the dwarves, fauns, centaurs and small children becoming heros that dominate kids fiction. They aren't terrible books, but they would be better if they weren't thinly disguised Christian allegories. More than that though, they require an ability to figuratively block your ears and hum loudly every time you come across some of Lewis’s patented racism, sexism and islamophobia.
To be honest, however, I think the most offensive and laughable thing written in the books is in the fourth book, the Voyage of The Dawn Treader. After all, racism, sexism and islamophobia are still alive and well in modern society, whereas I think we've all moved past an aversion to people who live a healthy lifestyle.
Lewis sneeringly describes odious Eustace Scrubb, with his vegetarian, non smoker, teetotaler parents, with more than a hint of disdain. I also have to wonder if ‘they wore a special kind of underclothes’ is a reference to Mormonism, it being the only philosophy I’ve ever heard of that actually sets out what kind of jocks their adherents should be wearing. Thankfully, by the end of the book, Eustace is firmly converted to the joys of Anglicanism, sorry, Aslanism, though no doubt his parents are still muddling along, not getting lung cancer or liver failure. Maybe they need another book or two to reach that point.
I’ve gone wildly off point. Sorry, it's just something I do.
The movies are mediocre, the books are derivative and shockingly bigoted, but still entertaining in their own way, but the music…I have a soft spot for the music. ‘This is Home’ by Switchfoot, and ‘The call’ by Imogen Heap are both songs that simultaneously cheer me up and depress me, making me long for a magical fantasy world to call my own. I expect in this fantasy world I’ll be obliged to get a sex change in order to make sure I don’t spend the majority of my time sewing and pumping out noble children.

Thursday 21 April 2011

Greetings, Earthlings

Hello, and welcome.

My very first blog post. I'm nervous. It's 3:30 in the morning and, like a bolt from above, the idea came to me: I should share my neurotic, rambling, occasionally insightful thoughts with the universe.
Hello Universe.

As much as I'd love to launch this blog with a criticism, (I just finished watching an awful movie) I will content myself with an introduction.

I am 22. I am Australian, a New South Welshman, (Welshwoman?).

And I want YOU, to read this blog.

Thankyou.

I am one of 'teh geys', something I'm only mentioning so nobody freaks if I accidently let slip that I have a thing for Natalie Portman.

I have a love-hate relationship with Google. I hate that we have such a co-dependant relationship, but other search engines just don't satisfy me the way Google does. 

I'm not sure of the direction I want this blog to take, honestly. Like everyone else, I'm a complex individual, and I don't know which part of myself to share.

I guess for now, I'll just share my name.

You can call me Trina.