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Metal, Rock and Blood
May. 19th, 2008 04:54 pmWell, yes, I tripped and fell into a WoW hole again ... what can I say? I'm just clumsy like that. Anyroadhow, despite having my head buried in more guilds and realms than I have thumbs, I did manage to squeeze out some time for some quality entertainment.
Saw Iron Man last week and it gets a comfortable eight out of ten on the Bintertainment star rating system. As an avid reader of the Iron Man comics fom when I were a lad (though I pretty much dropped Marvel when I discovered 200AD) I just adored the whole thing, the story was simple but was given ample time to reveal itself, the script was (aside from a couple of pet hates of mine ... literally two sentences in two hours that I didn't like) rather splendid (including a very naughty joke that made pretty much everyone under the age of majority wonder why all the adults in the audience had just peed themselves ... clever, clever, clever. Actually, there was an awful lot of humour in the film, some slapstick, some witty, some geeky but all good. The effects were, as one might expect, awesome but had the virtue of not being as "busy" as Transformers, which led to them being both more watchable and more credible.
I think what I'm trying to say here is, go see it, it's great!
Oh, and stay in your seats until the end of the credits. I can pretty much guarantee that your inner fanboi/girl will love you forever.
Yesterday, as a continuation of my birthday celebrations and as a rather wonderful gift from
s0b and jul1et, we popped into the centre of London in order to see Pendulum in concert. Many and varied were the delights of the evening from watching a driver who I'd just seen reverse into another car, reversing towards me, to discovering that the Astoria's version of disabled access involves walking up several flights of stairs (to be fair there were a couple of burly chaps who were (nervously) prepared to lift me up all the way but, thankfully, I can haul myself up stairs (albeit slowly) and thus didn't have to face the indignity of being treated like cargo. Then discovering that the toilets involved so many (small) flights of stairs that it wasn't worth trying to take the wheelchair there ... just as well really because they don't have a disabled loo and there is no way on God's earth that I would have been able to maneuvre inside the gents had I not been walking. Having switched our Bluetooth reception on our phones off, s0b and I decided to see how many people in the audience hadn't. Needless to say, the list was long, very long ... and contained an unexpected surprise which I shall allow him to tell you (since he has the photographic proof). Apparently, fat dudes don't like Pendulum, since their promotional T-shirts didn't get any larger than XL which, sadly, is one X short of my current size ... bah! I shall have to hunt for something suitable to sate my appetite for promotional attire online.
But the music ... by all that's holy .. it was sublime. I love Pendulum, I've loved them ever since I heard Tarantula and Slam just completely hooked me on them. Last night they absolutely didn't dissappoint, all concerns about ... well, everything really ... just vanished from my mind, pushed out by beats so hard they made my bones rattle. Looking down at a sea of bodies beneath me, surging back and forth and up and down like a single organism absolutely enslaved to the incredible, uplifting sounds coming from the stage.
That was a night not to be forgotten, and I'm sure my hearing will come back propely at some point. I'm not sure how many of you would have enjoyed it, but for those that would, I wish you had been there with us, so we could have bathed in the waves of awesome together.
Incidentally (again many thanks tos0b for this) the video below is rather wonderful and I urge you to watch it just for the story, even if you watch it with the sound off ... though the song itself is bloody great.
In other news, I appear to have cut my thumb, quite deeply. There was a great deal of blood and it took several attempts to staunch the flow sufficient to actually bind the wound. This is the second time I have cut myself using our knife sharpener (now in the bin) and am now determined to get a replacement that will not endanger my digits. On the bright side, there was no scraping of bone, nor any slicing of nerves or tendons that I am aware of (I can still move and feel it ... though it hurts like crap when I bend it, so I'm not going to do that again for a while.
Saw Iron Man last week and it gets a comfortable eight out of ten on the Bintertainment star rating system. As an avid reader of the Iron Man comics fom when I were a lad (though I pretty much dropped Marvel when I discovered 200AD) I just adored the whole thing, the story was simple but was given ample time to reveal itself, the script was (aside from a couple of pet hates of mine ... literally two sentences in two hours that I didn't like) rather splendid (including a very naughty joke that made pretty much everyone under the age of majority wonder why all the adults in the audience had just peed themselves ... clever, clever, clever. Actually, there was an awful lot of humour in the film, some slapstick, some witty, some geeky but all good. The effects were, as one might expect, awesome but had the virtue of not being as "busy" as Transformers, which led to them being both more watchable and more credible.
I think what I'm trying to say here is, go see it, it's great!
Oh, and stay in your seats until the end of the credits. I can pretty much guarantee that your inner fanboi/girl will love you forever.
Yesterday, as a continuation of my birthday celebrations and as a rather wonderful gift from
s0b and jul1et, we popped into the centre of London in order to see Pendulum in concert. Many and varied were the delights of the evening from watching a driver who I'd just seen reverse into another car, reversing towards me, to discovering that the Astoria's version of disabled access involves walking up several flights of stairs (to be fair there were a couple of burly chaps who were (nervously) prepared to lift me up all the way but, thankfully, I can haul myself up stairs (albeit slowly) and thus didn't have to face the indignity of being treated like cargo. Then discovering that the toilets involved so many (small) flights of stairs that it wasn't worth trying to take the wheelchair there ... just as well really because they don't have a disabled loo and there is no way on God's earth that I would have been able to maneuvre inside the gents had I not been walking. Having switched our Bluetooth reception on our phones off, s0b and I decided to see how many people in the audience hadn't. Needless to say, the list was long, very long ... and contained an unexpected surprise which I shall allow him to tell you (since he has the photographic proof). Apparently, fat dudes don't like Pendulum, since their promotional T-shirts didn't get any larger than XL which, sadly, is one X short of my current size ... bah! I shall have to hunt for something suitable to sate my appetite for promotional attire online.But the music ... by all that's holy .. it was sublime. I love Pendulum, I've loved them ever since I heard Tarantula and Slam just completely hooked me on them. Last night they absolutely didn't dissappoint, all concerns about ... well, everything really ... just vanished from my mind, pushed out by beats so hard they made my bones rattle. Looking down at a sea of bodies beneath me, surging back and forth and up and down like a single organism absolutely enslaved to the incredible, uplifting sounds coming from the stage.
That was a night not to be forgotten, and I'm sure my hearing will come back propely at some point. I'm not sure how many of you would have enjoyed it, but for those that would, I wish you had been there with us, so we could have bathed in the waves of awesome together.
Incidentally (again many thanks to
s0b for this) the video below is rather wonderful and I urge you to watch it just for the story, even if you watch it with the sound off ... though the song itself is bloody great.In other news, I appear to have cut my thumb, quite deeply. There was a great deal of blood and it took several attempts to staunch the flow sufficient to actually bind the wound. This is the second time I have cut myself using our knife sharpener (now in the bin) and am now determined to get a replacement that will not endanger my digits. On the bright side, there was no scraping of bone, nor any slicing of nerves or tendons that I am aware of (I can still move and feel it ... though it hurts like crap when I bend it, so I'm not going to do that again for a while.
