Month: February 2003

Buy my Nintendo Game & Watch Donkey Kong Multi Screen. Go on, you know you want to.

All proceeds will go to a good home. And in that home will be a new television.

While your at, buy our old copy of Singin In The Rain.

Curse this month of February and its 28 days. Today is day 28 which means we’ve reached the deadline.

I bought Rae a calander for Christmas that features a classic movie poster each month and this months is Casablanca (IMDB | Buy at Amazon | Netflix). We tried watching it a couple of weeks ago but fell asleep (just how old are we?) so tonight we’re going to start it straight after dinner.

Next month will be easy – its Singin’ In The Rain (imdb | buy at amazon | netflix) and seeing as how we just bought the 2 DVD Special Edition packed with extra features we’ll probably get March done on the 1st.

I bought The Very Best of The Pogues (buy at amazon) yesterday. I bought it for many songs but my favourite is their interpretation of The Band Played Waltzing Matilda.

I was hunting around the net this morning and found that Shane MacGowan will be playing in Melbourne on Anzac Day this year. I’m tempted to get a ticket just on the off chance he may perform it on the day. Now that’d be something to hear.

My old boss calls me up.

“Tony, Nestle want a quote from me to use in a brochure. Think of something.”

Ponder, ponder, ponder.

If you’re reading the new Nestle Beverages brochure and you see “Nestle Beverages compliments our commitment to service and quality.” I should point out that Fairley Wijesinghe, Food Service Manager, didn’t say that.

I did.

This would have to be the perfect start to a day.

If you don’t normally read Rae’s Blog go and check the entry ‘Car For Sale‘.

Priceless.

I am developing an unnatural infatuation with Saved Grace.

Here’s where she lifted her review of Hannibal from without giving credit.

My anti-Grace campaign is working.

Nixon tells the truth and for his troubles is removed from Grace’s list of the unsaved.

Not only that but Grace seems to have attempted to remove the commenting system and in the process wrecked part of the code of her page.

There was a great article in The Age today on Australian Drive In’s.

The one and only time I’ve been to a drive-in was as a kid when my sister Judy took Helen and I to see Raiders Of The Lost Ark (imdb | buy at amazon) at The Twilight in Shepparton and I loved it. It rained, but that didn’t matter, Jude sent Tony to get chocolates and not only did I get to stay up late but I also got to watch a cool film in my pyjamas. It was kid nirvana.

We’ve always said we should take Phee and this is the spur I’ve needed, so over the next couple of weeks while it’s still summer we’re packing the car and heading off. Anybody want to cram in the boot?

Grace isn’t mad.

“She’s” a plagiarist.

http://www.landoverbaptist.org/news0101/castaway.html

Question of the day – Is Grace for real? (See previous entry)

I say it’s too consistently scary to be false, Rae says she’s a fake and here’s the evidence from the Cast Away (imdb | buy at amazon | netflix) review. (Comments by Rae in brackets)

The film starts off with Hanks in an aeroplane on Christmas Eve. He is drunk, [NO] and is angry with the pilots [NO] because they don’t believe in the heretic Father Christmas [NO! (ridiculous laughter)]. In his anger, he seizes control of the plane and crashes it into the sea [NO], killing everyone except for himself [YES, but is not his fault ? plane enters bad storm and is crashed by accident)]. Hanks spends three days floating on a seat cushion, blaming God and cursing Jesus for something that demons inside him had caused [NO ? he?s just floating ? she may have imagined his thoughts, but they aren?t put out there in a monologue type bit]

Eventually, he is washed up on a desert island. The only things that float ashore from the plane crash are a crate of whiskey [She may be right here, but he doesn?t sit and get pissed on it ? I can?t remember this to be honest], which he immediately begins to drink, and a large packing case of un-Godly reading material [NO]. After viewing this material he is overcome with demonic lust [NO] and takes off all of his clothes [NO] and tears them to shreds [NO]. He then begins to screech like an ape [NO] and walk around on all fours [NO]. Within seconds, he is thrusting his pelvis into the sand [NO] and screaming his wife’s name [NO] – most revolting, not to mention dangerous. My son once found a disgusting used item on Brighton beach and, being young, picked it up and began to chew it in his mouth. This film actively encourages this sort of sinful and revolting thing, along with masturbation. [NO]

As the months go by, we are shown countless scenes of graphic self-pleasure [NONE AT ALL!]. Early on, Hanks eats a psychotropic plant and his left hand “turns into his wife’s head” [NO]. He treats it as such, in every way imaginable for the rest of the film [NO and this is where you know she?s joking. It?s just too unreal]. We see towards the end, that this is the director’s intent. It appears to be the underlying “theme” in this piece of secular rubbish. In the end, he gets off the island and is reunited with his wife [NO ? she?s living with someone else].

He also creates a demon to keep him company by drawing a face on a basketball [NO volleyball ? but easy mistake], against all Christian teaching “Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down unto it: for I am the Lord your God.” Lev.26 [1] – is it any wonder he was not saved? [And it?s not a demon ? it?s a ?friend? that he chats with ? it keeps him sane. It?s not an idol in the sense of that word.]

The last thing we see is Tom Hanks licking his hand. He moves it down his chest, and his eyes roll back in implied “ecstasy.” It then flashes to Hanks in bed next to his wife. She is crying because Hanks is possessed by demons, even as he sleeps. At first I was appalled by the graphic depiction of self-pleasure, but, on reflection, it does teach a valuable lesson about the inherent dangers of self-pleasure. [NO ? oh puh-lease! This is such a joke.]

So, what do you think?