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Monthly Archives: April 2009

I’m starting to count down the weeks until my trip. More specifically, to the first music festival, Download (6 weeks, 5 days). I’ve been looking at the website to figure out which bands I want to see, apart from the obvious Faith No More and Chris Cornell.

Looking at the line up, I think it may be time to bring out my inner-bogan. How can I not, when it includes Def Leppard, Motley Crue and Whitesnake?

So, I’m thinking this will be my new look:

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No?  I think I’d fit in well with the chicks in the audience in this clip:

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I have a twitter account. I like twitter, but I have discovered a few followers whose sole aim is to sell you stuff. Generally, I can’t be bothered blocking them. I don’t have to read their crap since I’m not following them and chances are they’re not reading my boring tweets anyway.

The majority of these people are trying to tell you how to make money from your blog by putting ads on it. Don’t know if they’ve noticed how dull my blog is and the fact that I only post something maybe once a week. Most days it will only get one or two hits. I had a big day the other week when I had 24 hits and a comment from a random person, but that was clearly an anomoly because now I’m back to my usual 1-2. No idea where the hell all of those other people came from.

Apart from the fact that pretty much no one reads my blog (thanks to those who do!), why would I want to subject the people who are kind enough to read my babble to ads? I hate going onto sites that are full of ads and generally ignore whatever advertising is on it anyway. Besides that, I have a feeling that wordpress.com also stops you putting ad widgets on your site if you have a free account (yeah, I know, I’m a cheapskate. I don’t think my babble is interesting or popular enough to warrant its own domain just yet). Rant over.

I was watching Say Anything the other day and I was thinking how much I like Cameron Crowe movies. Well, that, and how I’d love to date someone like Lloyd Dobler, but that’s another matter entirely.

Out of my top 10 movies, I think 3 of them would be Cameron Crowe movies – Say Anything, Singles and Almost Famous. It’s funny, because the only reason I rented Say Anything to begin with was because they had a poster of it in the window of a video store I used to stand in front of while waiting for a bus home after school. At that stage, I was only 11, so had no interest in the movie, but noticed the cover of it some years later while looking for weekly videos to rent. I loved the movie (and John Cusack) straight away. Singles I initially rented because of my love of Pearl Jam, since it featured Eddie Vedder, Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament.

By the time Almost Famous came out, I knew I liked Cameron Crowe movies and 70’s rock, so figured I would like the movie. I was right. I remember seeing it at the cinema and being absolutely blown away when Stillwater started playing Fever Dog. I’ve never been able to recreate that feeling, possibly because the sound in the cinema is a lot better than my stereo at home, so you don’t get that awesome bass effect that makes you feel like you’re at a concert. I grinned through the entire movie. If anyone’s seen me at a concert I’m enjoying, I also grin stupidly through them. Dark and mysterious I’m not.

Unfortunately, every Cameron Crowe movie I’ve seen since then has been somewhat of a disappointment. Jerry Maguire was ok, but didn’t grab me the same way. Probably because Jerry was such an arse. Vanilla Sky should just never have been made. The Spanish version, Open Your Eyes, was good. They should have left it be. And Elizabethtown I just found kind of dull. Could be because that’s when I realised that Orlando Bloom really couldn’t act. I never really found him attractive after that. Sucks how that happens.

I admit it, I like Jane Austen. Only problem is, after reading too much of her stuff, I start thinking in Jane Austen-speak and then have to try not to verbalise it. I’ve seen the BBC miniseries of Pride and Prejudice too many times to mention and watched many BBC adaptations of her other novels. I may not have paid much attention the first time I saw Emma, but that’s another story. So when I heard of the miniseries Lost in Austen, of course I was going to watch it.

There is a flaw in the logic of watching all things Jane Austen related, though. It also means that I watched Jane Austen Book Club, which was not so good. And the Keira Knightly version of Pride and Prejudice. Maybe I’ve just seen the BBC miniseries too many times, but I thought that Keira’s Lizzie was silly and giggly – she seemed more like she should have been playing Lydia to me. Oh well. Other people enjoyed it. I did like Becoming Jane, so it’s not all bad. Not sure I’ll be reading this though.

Anyway, back to Lost in Austen. I was very interested to see how this would work, because it’s about a modern woman who accidentally trades places with Elizabeth Bennet. I wasn’t sure whether they’d be able to pull it off and still keep the characters faithful to the original. They succeeded, mostly. There were a few omissions, Like Mr and Mrs Hurst, who weren’t really that important for the story anyway. Lady Catherine De Burgh was decidedly younger than she’d previously been portrayed. And kind of funny-bitchy. Also, some of the scenarios in Pride and Prejudice are shown to be not quite as they seem (I wont say what’s changed, because I don’t want to ruin the story if you haven’t seen it). It’s pretty clever. I found Mr Darcy slightly too stiff for my liking, I think he thawed a little more in the novel. And Mary and Kitty were really quite pointless. I suppose they couldn’t leave them out altogether. My favourite character would have to be Wickham though. He was still a bit of a cad, but he was also a little cheeky. I would definitely have picked him over Darcy – he seemed like more fun (and he was hotter, too). I suppose that’s why they don’t get me to write this stuff (well, that and the fact that my writing skills are average at best).

Here’s where we first meet Wickham: