Here I am!
It's been over two months since my last post, and over three since my last photo. I could blame it all on my home PC having blown a gasket (or whetever it is inside these things) or on being too busy achieving my New Year's resolutions, but one of those is a cop-out and the other is a lie. I'll leave it to you to decide which is which (although I had the boiler fixed so I haven't been completely idle).
My PC has really broken though. I think it was partially my fault. Before it went I started building a new one, and got far enough along to not want to go out and buy a completely pre-built new one that will work straight away, but not far enough to have finished it yet. This leaves me with no PC on which I can download and edit photos.
The new PC won't be done until at least the start of April, so my current plan is to go back over some of my favourite old snaps and start posting those - the blog heading does state 'past and present' after all.
While my thoughts meander around what to choose, here's something you should definitely watch if any of the following are true: you quite like Star Wars; you think Lego is one of the best inventions ever; Eddie Izzard has ever made you giggle. Enjoy.
EDIT: Removed video as is caused IE to crash! You can see it here
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Saturday, October 06, 2007
At The Drive In
I don't like to watch much crap TV (my wife might disagree here), but weekend mornings are great for channel surfing. This morning, after catching the end of Robot Wars, and discussing the feasibility of the plot of Xena Warrior Princess I noticed a film with the title Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women.
Who could resist?
OK, I'll admit it, the film was laughable - but a chuckle is never a bad thing is it? Here is a brief synopsis:
What made the film for me was the fact that it had been completely unaltered from its 1968 drive-in début: it still contained the intermission adverts, telling me what I should do in case I accidentally turned off the radio, and trying to convince me to walk over to the snack stand where I could buy 'the best burger in town' and a soft drink that would remind me of the 'freshness of winter'.
After the main feature it just got better - more 1960's advertising, followed by Fish From Hell - a 1940's documentary charting life on the sea, where killing anything that moves is what its all about. The Fish From Hell in question are Manta Rays ('devil fish' which eat their own weight in fish every day thus robbing dinner tables everywhere of food, the cads) and Swordfish (600lb beasts of the ocean which hunt and kill poor defenceless whales, the curs). Most terrifying however was the giant Octopus - this 'elephant-spider of the ocean floor' with it's 'slimy, death-dealing, double-side suckered tentacles' is 'BEHIND YOU MAN! GET OUT OF THERE!'
Who could resist?
OK, I'll admit it, the film was laughable - but a chuckle is never a bad thing is it? Here is a brief synopsis:
In 1998 a manned-mission is sent to Venus. A meteor hits the spaceship and everyone dies. Oh well.
A second mission is sent. This one crash lands on Venus, stranding two astronauts and 'Robot John' (a robot called John who everyone calls Robot John so we don't get too attached to his strangely-dexterous, but sadly hydrophobic ways).
A third mission is sent to rescue the men from certain space-suit rash. This one lands without problem, but where are the rescue-ees?
In a journey across the planet to find the stranded crew members, the rescuers (in their submersible space-car) encounter the scantily clad creatures of the title. Being aliens, the titular gals communicate by telepathy and can summon storms, fire and volcanic eruptions with a little group-thought. Being prehistoric, they worship a pterodactyl.
The Earthmen kill the pterodactyl, garnering the wrath of the Venusians. After the humans escape all attempts on their lives, the aliens realise that Earth's technology is stronger than their prehistoric God ever was and we leave them prostrating themselves in front of their new idol - a broken-down and seared-by-hot-magma Robot John.
A second mission is sent. This one crash lands on Venus, stranding two astronauts and 'Robot John' (a robot called John who everyone calls Robot John so we don't get too attached to his strangely-dexterous, but sadly hydrophobic ways).
A third mission is sent to rescue the men from certain space-suit rash. This one lands without problem, but where are the rescue-ees?
In a journey across the planet to find the stranded crew members, the rescuers (in their submersible space-car) encounter the scantily clad creatures of the title. Being aliens, the titular gals communicate by telepathy and can summon storms, fire and volcanic eruptions with a little group-thought. Being prehistoric, they worship a pterodactyl.
The Earthmen kill the pterodactyl, garnering the wrath of the Venusians. After the humans escape all attempts on their lives, the aliens realise that Earth's technology is stronger than their prehistoric God ever was and we leave them prostrating themselves in front of their new idol - a broken-down and seared-by-hot-magma Robot John.
What made the film for me was the fact that it had been completely unaltered from its 1968 drive-in début: it still contained the intermission adverts, telling me what I should do in case I accidentally turned off the radio, and trying to convince me to walk over to the snack stand where I could buy 'the best burger in town' and a soft drink that would remind me of the 'freshness of winter'.
After the main feature it just got better - more 1960's advertising, followed by Fish From Hell - a 1940's documentary charting life on the sea, where killing anything that moves is what its all about. The Fish From Hell in question are Manta Rays ('devil fish' which eat their own weight in fish every day thus robbing dinner tables everywhere of food, the cads) and Swordfish (600lb beasts of the ocean which hunt and kill poor defenceless whales, the curs). Most terrifying however was the giant Octopus - this 'elephant-spider of the ocean floor' with it's 'slimy, death-dealing, double-side suckered tentacles' is 'BEHIND YOU MAN! GET OUT OF THERE!'
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Update (just in case you're wondering)
I've not gone. It may have been more than a week since I posted, but I'm still here. I've been in Cornwall (where a lot of people seem to think their county is, or should be, a separate country for some reason) on holiday - on maybe the wettest week this year. There are a few photos to follow I promise!
Me and Mrs L just got back home this afternoon to a nice, clean, and non-burgled house (since I had my bike stolen last year, having things stolen seems to be a psychological concern - if I was American I might consider counselling) and since then we've watched last week's Lost (hey Neil - it's great!) and a bit of Eurovision (hah! we almost came last!) and I've drunk straight Smirnoff (like James Bond) and listened to music.
Tip Top.
In fact I've just rediscovered Inspiral Carpets - excellent band. I've even gone as far as ordering Revenge of the Goldfish from Amazon - I attest that this is the one of the best album covers ever. Care to argue? Do you have a better one?
Me and Mrs L just got back home this afternoon to a nice, clean, and non-burgled house (since I had my bike stolen last year, having things stolen seems to be a psychological concern - if I was American I might consider counselling) and since then we've watched last week's Lost (hey Neil - it's great!) and a bit of Eurovision (hah! we almost came last!) and I've drunk straight Smirnoff (like James Bond) and listened to music.
Tip Top.
In fact I've just rediscovered Inspiral Carpets - excellent band. I've even gone as far as ordering Revenge of the Goldfish from Amazon - I attest that this is the one of the best album covers ever. Care to argue? Do you have a better one?
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