Snap Happy #17

Brilliant! Why did that Douche think he was justified in getting so much money for the first one?

Who Wouldn't want a dog this good!

Sounds far more appropriate than My little pony, they're freaks of nature!

It's a Shark Sleeping blanket!

They're always so right! Damn those nerds!

This shot is called the "Tarrentino" Fuck he's Lazy!

Logical!

Barack is an Anagram of ACKBAR! It's a TRAP!!!!

On the road, to a cineplex near you...

See what i did there? Yeah i hate pun's some times.


But anyway, it seem's after some 30 years, and longer, in development hell Jack Kerouac's Classic beetnick bible On The Road is going to be made a film.

So far so good. Although there's some doubt surrounding it.

For one thing Kristen Stewart and Kirsten Dunst are confirmed stars for the adaptation. Well they're star's whose names the general public will recognise. In the Novel Female role's are scarce really, Mary Lou (Confirmed as being Kristen Stewart), Jane and a few others feature here and there, but how exactly this movie will play out is beyond me.




The two Leads the Narrator Sal Paradise and the close Friend Dean Moriarty are the main feature of the whole story. But who's playing them... Good question!







Sam Riley, Plays Sal Paradise. You may have seen him in Control, a movie about Joy Divisions origional Front man. If not, you've probably never really heard of him.

But considering his VERY good performance of Ian Curtis in Control he embodies the Jerky and manic nature of Curtis really well. If anything he's more suited to play the completly out there Dean Moriarty, if his previous role is anything to go by.

Who will play Dean, the real Thermometer/Barometer of how crazy this duo get's as they journey across America?







Garrett Hudland. Who you ask? Well he's playing the Lead in this summers Tron Legacy. Ye know, Tron, that groundbreaking special effects wonderkind of the 80s that Disney spent millions on, but few people saw or liked at the time, but now is considered legendary and culturally and aesthetically important/groundbreaking/buzzword/over-hype etc etc


He also played Patroclus in Troy. You may remember that there's a big deal made out of this Character, not only in the movie, and the Illyad's, plot. But also that there was controversy surrounding how it was changed for Hollywood audience's.


His role was small in the god awful film, but 2 very important scenes follow. 1 Being the Death of Eric Bana's Hector, the other being Peter O'Tool Delivering the ONLY worthy scene of acting in this abortion of a movie. But Patroclus was in the original a close warrior friend of Achilles and his lover. In the movie, he was demoted to unexplained Cousin. Unexplained because of Achilles apparent demi-god status, which would make a cousin very confusing for anyone who payed attention.....


I don't know Hudland at all really, so i have to wait for Tron Legacy to see if he's any good. 


But i sort of get the sense that although Sam Riley is a good casting for a more Indy movie, and because of his acting chops i can actually refer to, Hudland seem's like a massive unknown.


Both Kristen and Kirsten won't have much to do in this film, depending on where in the story they focus, but they are both strong actor's and i think they can carry the female role's that are on offer, however few of them there may be.




When reading the book myself last summer, and only finishing it a few months ago, i felt this book HAD to be seen in some form. Although i value it as a book i love, and i rarely read, i think it was meant to be adapted in some way.


But it's FAR to long to be a film. A trilogy maybe, but it would be impossible to make that way.


Instead while reading it i felt it would be best adapted as a black and White Narrated Graffic Novel or Cell shaded Animation.


It could be as long as you want and specific details could be highlighted in each frame far better than in a film, where you need the a whole lot more to grab the audience.


The real story is in the fast and manic narration of the wild adventure. Can it translate into a movie? I have no idea? But i am pretty happy that someone is finally making one!




BONUS PICTURE's:







This is the Scroll of paper that Jack Kerouac Wrote the original On the Road On. In a period of about 2 weeks or so of constant typing, Kerouac punched out his past decade of Road Trips and Beet life in a fictionalised form. And thus the legend was born.



Jack Kereoac and Neal Cassidy (Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty)

All Hale our new Tory-lite overlords... and other rant's.

Well okay, not MY overlords, but you get the idea.


I couldn't avoid the election. I've been at home, well i've been at home in some sense or another since last May. But for the most part i've been stuck with election coverage for 2 months or so. So i almost have been living and breathing it. For the most part on my own. So despite not wanting to, it's a big wealth of knowledge that i have amassed recently that i can't avoid.

I'm actually an election nerd! DEAR GOD HELP ME!

This is NOT a good thing!

I understood the numbers. I knew most of the political views, i even knew key regions and a few key seats.

I recognised every Political commentator. I knew most of the important Mp's on all side's. Well in England anyway.... Since that's what this election really was about.

Think i'm kidding? It was! It's a fucking joke to say it's a United Kingdom election. Most of this is about Britain.

And now with the Con-Lib Dem government, most of the seat's in power, are IN England.

I do pitty the rest of the dominions for having to suffer that insult. But now that both MP's, Cabinet members and Journo's are laughing with each other in relief that a Government has been formed, it must all be over now right?

I can get back to watching day time tv. I can get rid of this mass of boring complicated information in my head? Nope not really, not so fast. Just because there's a government it doesn't stop the fact that i now know all this shit, and can form an opinion! Wo is me!

I long for the day's i could recite the Order and significance of which System Lords were killed off on Stargate SG-1. That's the kind of politics i can back. But no, i now know a lot about Britain. My neighbouring country.

A country, by birth i'm not really supposed to like if some people are to be believed.

But i can't help it. Anglo-Celtic(UK) Culture far outweigh's the influence of Hibernian(Irish) culture on me.

It's the only tv i watch. I rarely catch whats going on at home. And this distresses me slightly.

I laugh at Joe Duffy, IT'S A DISGRACE JOE!, is pretty much all i seem to think of Irish media. We bitch and complain, but we do nothing about it.

I can't feel much democratic fervour for this little island. It's dark, it's wet, it's expensive, we're all grumpy, and everything just HAS to be complained about.

What i see in Britain is a far larger country, and i care more about the state of it's existence on many levels than i do about my HOME.

When i heard the news of protesters storming the gate's of the Daíl last night i was a bit bemused. So many other protests had gone without incident. We as a people bitch and moan, but we don't really act anymore.

After all, our land owners, and leaders are now our own. How can we rebel against our "own" people? Madness.

I see a general failure of the Irish people to hold The Irish in contempt. To see ourselves of capable of any wrong doing. This country is FAR from perfect. If anything i can't seem to think of any example of the Irish State doing anything GOOD for itself or for the people.

Okay so things weren't hunky dory, when we were British subjects, but they're no better now that we're Irish.

I see myself as not being Republican, or Nationalist, but i do feel that we have a warped sense of what it is to be Irish. The time's have changed. Should we not hold the bad people among us as bad people?

Should we not call for change by democratic and social means?

If Joe Duffy's audience can somehow eradicate an entire class of drugs and type of store with their opinion, it begs the question how we can't legislate for other things here?

Why is Alcoholism so bad? Why is obesity a growing problem? Why are certain price's so high? Why are clampers such pricks? How is the government surviving scandal after scandal without an election?

Want to know why the Anti-Head shop law passed so easily? Because no tax was collected on the activities, and no corporations were involved.

An un-regulated and dangerous enterprise involving small independent stores, is a threat to The State's ability to gather taxes, to the Legal addictions such as Smoking and Alcohol, to the Health and Science industries who are slower than Backyard Chemists in creating and understanding such Drugs, and even a threat to established hierarchies of money surrounding well established Illegal Drug trade.

MONEY.

Citizens looking to escape the doom and gloom of life, were seeking "High's" to get away from it all. These unproven and so called Legal high's are VERY DANGEROUS. But they are cheap, they are damn effective and there is a demand for them. But the state can't stop them, they can't tax them. The Health Service's and experts can't understand them fast enough to cope with unknown side effects. And the criminals in all level's of society can't compete.

I doubt all of the Head Shop Arson attacks were concerned Joe Duffy listeners.

Considering how Deep Cocaine and Heroin is in Irish society i doubt it's suppliers liked the idea of these drugs.

Drinks and Cigerrete's companies are suffering as well. They are a vice of many. A knew one was a threat to Tradition, and a threat to sanctioned business.

Enterprise and Industry is meant to be protected in A free democracy. But this Enterprise just had to go....

It got people killed.

Oh wait, cars, alcohol, food, cigarette, life in general, they do that?

They were unregulated and unchecked.

So are Cocaine and Heroin, but somehow no wide sweeping law tries to stop these threats?



This Country is awash with Hypocrisy and complaint, and yet there is little voice for reason or an answer to what change we really need.


How we're going to survive is a bleak and scary mystery in my eyes.

Ups and Downs, Smiles and Frowns...

In which i regale you with what happened on Saturday.



So I may not have mentioned through connections etc I had the loose possibility of getting a job in a Pub in Drogheda.

My number had been passed on to the Bar owner on Thursday and i had been expecting a phone call.

I was in town for my Forthnightly visit and also to catch up with Gammaman and maybe Ming if he wasn't too busy with study.

That phone call didn't come.


Both Ming and Budsey were free on Friday but i couldn't go into town to meet them, so it was home cleaning and more lugging about of Log's and Branches in the garden. Still no Phone call.


So Saturday i was due to pop in to the place to announce myself so to speak and talk to either the floor manager or the owner.


Grumpily at around 11am my Dad rushed through my door and shouted for me to stir from the land of Nod. I had apparently slept right on through the last "request" more than half an hour ago. And now i was running late or in the bad books, in my drowsy state i was too grumpy and annoyed to protest which.

I got up and made porridge and groaned as i slowly woke.

I then had a flash in the pan shower, as my mother put it, and then proceeded to put on formal-wear of shirt and jacket, to appear less scruffy and like an unemployed layabout. I dispensed with a tie, as despite loving them, it just didn't to seem this loaned shirt.


I Ascended the steep mountain climb that is the G-Wagon and put formal shoe's on as we drove.

My dad gave me the Sit-Rep on who was who and who to talk to etc when i got there. That is if we found the bar in question.

We entered the Town from the east, as it was generally faster than going around the back and passing our final destination of the Recycling centre with a mass of Tree debris in the back of the G.

We had forgotten that there was a Market that was on every Saturday in Drogheda, and also that the Main North South Hill would be covered in Traffic thanks to the Pedestrian crossings on the Main street. So we had to duck and dive through back streets to make it to the street we wanted.

We then realised, we didn't know the name of the pub. And there were A LOT of pubs.

"It's  the something and something2."

Nope, no pub with Something2 in the name.

We went up the street passed the Conurbation of Pubs and shops, and decided to turn back. Entering a petrol station forcourt we ran into traffic so reversed and gingerly waited to dash back onto the road. We only went up another few meters and turned in a side street. Making it back to the collection of pubs and shops we got a parking space.

Trying to figure out where it was, or what an alternative name was.

I looked ahead and right there in front of us was a big ad for the pub on the side of the building.

The only difference being that the name only Rhymed with what we thought it was.

So we parked and i tied my shoe lace's as my Dad wished me good luck.

I walked up to the place.

The door was closed, curtains drawen behind them. No noticebale signs.

I walked back to the car, shrugging my shoulders. "It's closed."

"what does it say on the poster say?"

Oh right, didn't seem to notice the posters on the pillar compared to the blank white pages on the door windows, blind much?

Thur -Sun 6pm to late. A shucks.

"Right we have to come back at six." My Dad said.

I wasn't to happy with this idea, it is after all when Doctor who is on. This is of course of the most VITAL importance!

We then bought some cheap diesel and proceded to the Recycling centre.


IT WAS PACKED!

We patiently queued waiting for the space to move ahead close enough to the "hedge cuttings" bin to dump our load.

However just as we started to inch ahead as someone with a trailer left a white van raced up beside us and the passenger waved at us, seemingly saying. "Thanks for keeping the space, we're fine parking on our own."

Out stepped a chubby fucker in a tracksuit who deemed seem to care about our annoyed face's and he proceeded to dump a broken bike in the scrap metal bin beside us. Fair enough we thought, but we were still mile's from the bin we wanted.

Annoyed we crossed the "road" to the opposite side and proceeded to unload.

It was difficult to walk so far in high winds with a quickly filling bin with dozens of people going back and forth.


As we went back and forth we noticed the White van men not only were dumping, or even trying,  things they couldn't they were also grabbing random sheet's of wood OUT of the scrap wood Skip. Cheeky fuckers.

Once unloaded we headed home and popped inside for quick refreshments and i changed out of formal-wear.

I then sat on the grass in the sun as i waited for my dad to come out and for us to start loading the "G-eep" again.

A nice day for it too!


After that second load i settled into using the laptop for a few hours and caught up on my shows. Although i was still going to miss Dr Who.

At about 530 we headed back in.

I entered the bar and asked to speak to the manager, who's name i had, to the bar man.

I wasn't waiting long but got a bit of a look around the place, pretty good. Large really, both a pub and club space really.

The barman prepared strawberries for cocktails or snacks, i'm not sure which, and offered me one. I declined. Bit early isn't it? They must be foreign monsters from the land of magic, but fine proof if ever to stick it to my sister and show her that in the Glorious land of the EU we ALWAYS have food "in-season" as we ship it in from the world over. As opposed to Australia where this was apparently a crazy impossible thing... HA not for the IRISH and our former Affluence.

I met with the floor manager. He wore a black Rugby or football shirt, casual enough. I spoke with him and it all seemed positive. I would be called the next week. Then just before i left i noticed the Sponsor on the shirt... Northern Rock, bad omen?

I slightly skipped as i walked out the door, and slightly fist pumped at my side as i whispered "Sorted" in a very poor mock-accent as i left.

Approaching my dad in the car i gave two thumbs up and repeated what had only happened moments before.

It was only 5 past 6, even better!

By the time i got into the house i had maybe missed 20 minutes of Dr Who, but i got most of the good bits, Good times.

Unexpected people in dreams...

Now and then someone you don't expect may just pop-up in your dreams.


This very thing happened to me yesterday, following the whole Key mess.




Now most people's dream's look like this.


However the one i had yesterday morning was a up and down freaky deaky dream that went all over the place.



Parts of it were like i was in some sort of action movie, or spy thriller. Then it was like i was enrolled in a Boarding school not too dissimilar to Hogwarts.


Then There was what felt like a major plot point of some kind. There was a seminar, or a class in some big room, and in the corner of the room was The Tardis.





Apparently i was one of several companions and we were on a mission. Although there didn't appear to be a Doctor to be found.


The the Seminar was more like a class or some sort of get together and a girl pounced on me from behind.

And she was hugging me or something. Then tickling me.


I was protesting to the other companions that i wasn't comfortable or something but i let the taunting or playing, or whatever the fuck it was continue.


Then i was in some room similar to one in the Gimby in college. And it was just me and said girl.


We were apparently hiding or being mischievous. And i recognised the girl.

She had an a seductive air about her. And we kissed.


It was odd and strange.


The room seem to be filled with temptations, things to occupy my time. Dvd's, computer games, maybe even food or a fridge, i'm not sure. But it felt like it was an inviting place to stay in.

But also had feelings that i shouldn't be there, or with said girl.


Then what seemed like a later part of the story i was in trouble for disappearing and for being in that room.


Apparently it was a bad thing. And now the room was missing. There was no longer a door into that room.


I and other's looked at a map and it was there in building plans. Then it was there as a Subway station on a map Similar to the London Underground. With a sort of branch line in a loop going back onto the main track that seemed to be all the other room's in the building.
Yeah it was weird.



Then a girl in a School Uniform, Hogwarts feel here, said she used the room for Studying or for when she wanted to be alone. She was angry that the Door was not where it used to be, and that the room was now gone.


I felt guilty for all of it. But i also was in disbelief as i couldn't explain anything i had done, or why or what had happened.


Then it all just sort of ended.



For the rest of the morning i kept thinking about it all over and over. And the girl specifically irked me a bit.


It wasn't someone i would have thought about at all. Someone in fact i barely knew. Someone i have only met once and didn't even talk to for any noticeable length of time.

She sort of represented nothing to me in a concsious state of mind. It was utterly bizarre. I can think of dozens of other people that could feature in my dream's and make a fuck load more sense, but instead it was this girl.

Just odd. It pissed me off to no end. I had no idea what it all meant, and more specifically what she meant. I had never thought of her before. It was such an odd image to draw upon.


Now that i have written it out i think i know what some of it means.  Choice's etc Regrets, guilt, hurting others, the consequence's of my actions.


But frankly i would have preferred to see a lot of other people in my dream!

Such as:


Christina Hendricks; of Mad Men and Firefly




Or even someone i have dreamed about from time to time in the past, The beautiful Z Berg of The Like:




Swooooooooon.......

BONUS VIDEO:




Feet-taping 60s wonderous-ness, and beautiful talented ladies. I love that the like are back.

The loosing of keys and the rising of heads

Now at 7am i am usually still asleep these days, or semi-conscious as i am reminded to look after the animals and wake before mid-day by my parents.






(Ever since i was one, i have been literally and figuratively relished the act, of Sleeping like a baby)


Now this morning i was "rudely" awoken by my mother frantically looking for her keys.

She couldn't find them, hence the looking really.


So i had to get up to help her get into the small garage to look for the keys.

My mother, in a lapse of good thinking, let my dad have the keys to do some mechanical checking, and he never gave them back.


So in my boxers and "Festival Deux Cannes" T-shirt and no socks, dashed out in the cool morning air to open the garage.

My mother was now distraught and wondering through the pre-able of babble that is my fathers usual directions.


She stood on the doorstep as i opened the garage. Exasperated she then went back into the house following one direction. So i thought, okay, i'm not needed here.


The second i put the garage keys back in the starfish key holder, i had to open the garage again.

I hoped across the cold paving avoiding stray stones too the door and opened it.

I stepped into the mass of, junk and semi-worthwhile things and looked around.

My mother repeated, "Near a stack of computers".


This is my dad we're talking about, I'm typing on the laptop in the TV ROOM, and there's a pile of computers at my feet. So imagine what the garage is like....


Nope not in the side-office.


Mother:"A  Bike, i don't see a bike (bicycle apparently)"

I then pointed at the far wall, funny enough, a Mercedes bicycle hung there.

I then stepped out, putting two and two together, i saw a stack of computers at the far end. Past one of the motorbike's and the motorbike lift, there was also another Bicycle, origin unknown to me!

No real surface there for keys, oh wait a lock box. Many keys, all of different types, but 3 distinct black alarm keys for the various cars dotted about our drive....

Oh that's that sort i though.

I popped into bed and then my mother could be heard shouting. It wasn't the key!


And if that was not the spare key for the car, then the spare key was missing as well as the keys. Oh for fuck sake!


I looked about the place, no sign. So i popped my shoe's on without, any aditional clothes and went out to the, "other" garage.

The folly of concrete and man-ly interests that towers above the rest of the house.


Past the car's gathering dust and wood dust, i looked on every surface i could find, no keys....


I went back to the house. Sat a while, stopped the dogs from playing with me as their sharp nails are bad enough clothed, but with bare legs and a groggy 7am head i wasn't in the mood.


Then my mother had missplaced her phone....

I got back into bed as my dad was on his way home to help.

I lay in bed and used my phone/Alarm clock, mainly just my watch really, to phone my mums phone. In pacing up and down the corridor she didn't even hear it ringing as it was out of her head. She then found it again...



Then my mother found the spare keys, but had missed several trains so didn't leave.

My dad came home and i could here a distant loud conversation about it all. But tried to regain some semblance of sleep and keep warm from dashing into the cool morning air in effectively my Pajamas's/Underwear.




Then the keys turned up, and where were they...

Under the couch. The exact place i looked but couldnt see much.

I'm so indie i listen to bands that don't exist yet...

Or so goes my favorite popular cultural meta-jibe of the moment.


After all what is indie? Fuck if i know.


Yes like most labels there's a fashion, a mind set, a certain set of political belief's and of course Music and film Genre's.


Frankly i hate label's.


I for one can't ever think of one i fit into.


I like to think of myself as a tortured un-focused, un-achieving, daydreaming possible arty type person.


I LOVE LOVE LOVE Film. It is the one medium that when i talk about it my whole body feel's like it's glowing with the smuggness i get from knowing i what i know and sharing it with the world. It is an overwhelming feeling of belonging, and being heard while at the same time talking about how you regularly escape reality. Nothing surpasses how Smug and happy talking about you're favourite art form can make you.


Some people do this with Music, some with Art. Some even do it with Fashion and lifestyles. But i, i'm an individual. Well in some area's anyway. After all i have yet to be allowed shop for my own clothes for parental fear of looking like a tramp, knacker, low-life, or some kind of fruit cake.


But in my love for film, which is generally universal and forgiving i can't say i'm any kind of Genre Thumping supporter.

Some people love Horror, Some Love Rom-coms, Some love crime. Some love blockbusters.

I. I love everything that i find good.


I have hated very few films.

Films in my hate pile include, The Ring 2, Peaches, Battlefield Earth, Spiderman 3 and Epic Movie. Oh and the last 20 minutes of Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.

Considering the hundreds of movies i have seen, this is a small enough list.


In terms of music i'm entirely individualistic, and in some sense's indie.

Like anyone i listen to popular music. But usually miss a few hits here and there because i avoid consuming radio.

My own taste is vastly eclectic. But i've had my musical taste best described to me by an arty person as, wait for it.


"The musical Taste of a 16 year old girl."


Okay so i admit, i love pop-punk. Fall Out Boy and Paramore being the top contributors of the Genre in my collection. But i love the genre, i love the feel, and i love the melody. But i also love pop-punk bands that no-one has heard of.

Sadly my first Major music love was Mest. A punk band. Now i look back, they were kind of awful. But they have a special place in my heart.

Quirky un-signed bands and now defunct bands from all over that i have found on myspace over the years.


A Day Away, Farewell, Mercy Mercedes, The Mile After, Holiday Parade, The High Court, Emily, The Shower Scene, Blue Syndrome, Modrocket and Yelle.

All absoloute random bands who make up my playlists and shuffle just as much as bigger Bands Like The Academy Is..., Cute is what we aim for, All Time Low, The All-American Rejects, Green Day and the "Indie-tacular" The Like.

And of course Canadian melodic masters Marianas Trench.

I'm not sure where i was taking this post, but now i will include, Youtube clips!!!


Meta-meme's, and uber quirks and so on that i just love.





Ah the Muppets, they're just all warm and fuzzy.



Out of all the summer blockbusters and so on, this little indie film has stood out to me in recent daily film blog and trailer news. I've heard little about it because it's so small time, but something just seem's to say this is going to be quite fun and charming.

Sort of like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind (one of my top favorite movies of all time) this film blends romance with Science fiction. And i have to say the Philosophical question of a timer countdown to your true love is just brilliant. That and the Catchy twist that the protagonists Timer is blank! Also sort of reminds me of the Coloured diamonds on the hands of people in Logan's Run.





Werner Hertzog. A legend of Cinema as it is. My wonderful English teacher introduced me to his work via the means of Friday's film club. I always attended for 3 straight years with the exception of only 2 or so occasions (that and falling asleep to Citizen Kane). But 2 gem's that i remember vividly are Hertzog Film's.

Aguirre, the Wrath of God Which is basically just a descent into madness and utter brilliance.


And




Fitzcarraldo Which is where he Literally lifted a steamboat up a mountain using the local people and a shit load of rope and tree's. It's mind-blowingly impressive, and equally insane. 


And this clip, where he "READ'S" Where's Wally, it's just un-fucking-believably cool!


It's total non-sense of the highest order, but at the same time it's great! Oh BTW, it isn't actually Werner Hertzog, but it's amazing none-the-less!




For now, no more quirky-ness.