August 30, 2005

I can't believe I did that.

I think I'm addicted. Dammit.

I watch NZ Idol properly for the first time since the Idol sensation began (well, since the entire search-for-a-superstar fad began) and I think I'm hooked. I just spent two hours on IdolBlog; I even bothered to play around with making a new user image (as you can see to the right in my profile, if your cache is working properly).
Maybe it's because this season of Idol is actually full of not particularly great singers (except for one or two, or three), and yet the judges insist on praising the bad performers and denouncing the good ones. Out of my three favourites, one went last night (Keshia) - a fairly average singer, but she was like a little bean onstage. Much, much better than most of the others, who I find a little flat and dull. My other two favs - Teresa and Jesse - will probably go soon as well; as they don't fit the needs of all the 10-16 year old girls who waste all their money voting on the best looking guy. Teresa has a really diff'rent voice, and Jesse is the best vocalist there (but he's too chubby for those screaming fangirls, Oh-ho note sarcasm and disgust). Ugh, once those three are gone I'll stop watching, but until then... I'll just hope I can quit =(.

It's possibly a good idea for me to go to bed at this moment - 12:28, only 6 hours sleep... Phew. I need to organise my life some more.

August 26, 2005

All Singing Frogs Must Die

I, like multiple others, hate that Crazy Frog. That's why I was so happy when I was shown these three things. Blenders, Guns, and Baseball bats, Oh my!

Anybody know of any others?

August 19, 2005

Cold in a Shirt

I'm still alive, in case you wondering. That is, if you all haven't got bored and left already. I was watching TV, and comparing two comedies I'd never seen before to myself: The Robinsons and My Life in Film. One impressed me, the other did not. Actually, the other one is really frustrating me. And that other one is My Life in Film.

I just don't find it funny. Maybe it's because I'm a twat and can't see all these film references that it's possibly throwing at me, maybe it's because of the overly-annoying music that blares through the background (is it trying to imitate a movie, or are they just doing it as an attempt at comedy), or maybe, just maybe it's because I find Kris Marshall particularly annoying. I never really liked him in My Family (which, now that I look back on it, was never very good in the first place), and in My Life in Film he's still that unbelieveably idiotic young man with no personality... I think I laughed once during that half hour, and even then it was only a small giggle.
The Robinsons, n the other hand, I found to be freakin' hilarious. Dark, Dark, Dark, and with a bit of Black... Then again, I am a huge fan of black comedy, so maybe that's why I liked that more. Oh well. I almost cried at one point, I was laughing so hard.

Also, this year's election is shit. It's nearly all personal - National's humourous-yet-shit-throwing ad campaign (Prime Moneywaster Helen Clarke), and the leader's speeches seem to mainly consist of How Great They Are As People, How Bad The Other Parties Are, and Winston Peters seems to be obsessed with Coalitions. It's all shit - why can't they just get over it & do something proper. I won't be able to vote, but I hope a majority of New Zealanders get sick of the election and end up either boycotting it or voting for minority parties. Or something. Fuck politics.
But don't fuck it just yet; I wanna say something else. How unfair is it that the policemen involved in Helen Clarke's motorcade of last year get fined & have criminal charges of dangerous driving when they were under the impression that they had to get the PM to Christchurch for an important flight (she only wanted to get to the rugby in Wellington); and yet the PM doesn't get involved at all. She doesn't testify, doesn't comment, and doesn't even seem to care. She even denies knowledge that they were travelling at high speeds... Pure bullshit. Thankyou, Aunty Helen. Of course, I'd rather have you as a PM than Dr Don Brash (I just love it how they use wonderful soft glows whenever he talks in his ads, it really makes him such a little angel; a bald, evil-looking angel that wants to eat your children), because he weirds me out... But that's not to say you're entirely loveable.
So yes, Fuck Politics with a Capital F.

I would comment on the events in the Gaza Strip but I really don't know anything about it other than it looks sad, really really sad. I kinda want to know more, but... I can't be bothered. There goes my caring spirit.

And as for the London Police cock-up about the 'suicide bomber', well, the entire world is turning into a political pisspot. Damn PC and it's laziness, I want my immorality.

August 04, 2005

Foggy Purple Sunset

Busy and Tired are two recurring words in this blog. They usually occur at the same time of the year.

Last weekend was the Big Arts Trip Thingy, I saw four plays: House Accross the Oceans, The Bach, Peninsula, and some other weird one that I can't remember the name of. They were all New Zealand plays, except the that last weird one (it was Australian), and they were all fairly good. I liked The Bach best (I think I was the anomaly on the trip; everyone else seemed to like Peninsula), Bach was just so incredibly Kiwi in everything that happened. They cooked and ate an entire meal onstage, and destroyed a public toilet with an axe. Plus, I have a thing for plays that only have one location. It would've worked great on TV. House Accross the Oceans was great physical theatre, as well as having a hint of Absurdism in there... Peninsula was very sentimental, set in Rural 60's NZ, so I identified alot with some of the stuff in that (Based on my experiences, and the stories that my parents have told me about their childhood). But The Bach had just that extra bit of specialness in it. Oh, and I played DDR for the first time - so much fun. I want one.

I gave up on my english research prject. Too little too late for me. Well, it's only 3 credits - 24 are available for this year in English, yet I can get 90 in Design (some of them including Level 6 =O). Design makes me happy, English does not.

Yesterday I handed out the scripts to the Year 11's for Wyrd Sisters; they're going to have auditions next Wednesday so that they can both learn about it, and I can see who is good for what. I have some idea of who I want for what, but there's other roles & people that I have no idea about. It seems that all the guys want to be Fool, which is odd... If I were in it instead of directing, I'd rather go for the Duke. He's much more fun.

This weekend I have an audition for Cosi - an Australian play about a guy that goes to a mental institute to direct a play, and the patients end up anting to do Mozart's Cosi fan Tutte. It's hilarious, and I really want to play Doug (the pyromaniac), but I dunno yet... Should be fun.
I also found out about a film that's being made in New Zealand, and they're (apparently) doing a country-wide search for actors (since they need schoolchildren). It's called The Map Reader, and I've sent an email off to them asking about it. I hope they reply soon...

Next Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday we'll be performing Catherine's second play: Why don't Men go through Menopause?. It's a sattire on urban NZ women... and it's hilarious. I'm the nameless Husband - a metrosexual whom everyone thinks is gay. I bought a pink shirt for it today... How novel.

Oh, and next Friday is the Ball (yes, it deserves a capital letter). I'll be going to the Drama League tomorrow to get a suit - it'll be both inexpensive and entertaining. It's not nearly as big a deal this year as it waslast year, but still... Have to make some sort of effort.

After that, there's... well, nothing until exams. Crap. How dull.

I have to close the door. It's cold.