having been a gravure idol gives her a slight edge, which is manifest in the promotional video, where for some reason she is the only girl in a badass boys school, casually waving behind them as the beatup bodies pile up. look at her moon eyes as she smiles! too cute!

and should i mention she always wears her glasses? not quite so cute without them, or the very 80s idol look that tsunku has foisted on her. to be rated somewhere between the annoying buriko of ayaya and the “i am pissed off” of ex-soloist mikitty.

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what was i trying to achieve with this? after fiddling with it for ages, i decided i just wanted album covers with little or no words on them. actually a design with the artist’s name plastered in big letters is pretty ugly anyway.

you are a stinge award: to the man with a briefcase and laptop, who originally asked if we had wireless set up. we don’t, so he wanted to use the free internet, but you have to be a member of the library to use it. if you don’t have an address in the state, you can only become a temporary member with a twenty dollar deposit. so he went ahead and did that, and while we were writing up his membership details, he told us he was leaving at five this afternoon.

oh for heaven’s sake, he could have spent a few dollars at an internet cafe for more time than our one hour a day maximum. also just bloody ridiculous going around the rules and making us run around just for free access. and to compound, when he was done, he came up to the desk and waved the library card wordlessly in my face. “what do you want,” i said tersely, even though i already knew. filled out the paperwork for his twenty dollar refund, cancelled his membership, collected the cash from the workroom and handed it back to him. but he had another question, could he borrow any books? aaaaarggghhh

lately i’m obsessed with the idea of watching more films. i’m trying out quickflix, which sounds like an australian ripoff of netflix. i have a ridiculous 100+ titles in my queue, which makes me think i might subscribe to it monthly, rather than have to scramble around video store closing times and their small selection. in the mail already is harold and kumar and i’ll sleep when i’m dead. hope they can find me a copy of times square soon.

joel plaskett touches down on australian soil for the first time for shows with fellow canadian hawksley workman and the awful grunt of russell crowe. after kathleen edwards came to australia, i figured it might only be time before joel did. such a long time coming. you know, in some selfish ways i still clutch onto him as that lanky dude from thrush hermit.

i was listening to the jp emergency’s last album, truthfully truthfully, on the way to work this morning. as in the song all the pretty faces, sometimes i think perth has the same trajectory as his hometown, halifax - everyone leaves, or wishes they could. and i know that old thrush hermit song, c’mon teacher, that they never recorded together, but joel took the liberty to put it on his solo album. and years ago, we were sending him letters and foreign cash to buy his albums.

and then dylan moran has three shows in melbourne.

“he wrote three series of the brilliant Black Books sitcom that, in my view, constitutes one of the few good arguments for having a television.”

“you’ll be better off with this abercrombie and fitch crowd. i’m too salvation army for you.”

“if the script is really going to go as written, then we’ll get more lines like that out of deadpan clive owen. because it’s really quite weird when he turns the comedy on - remember the “star” bmw short with madonna? when he starts playing up (”look ma no hands”) i think i’m actually laughing at clive.

“sorry pal, i don’t have time to wait for you to get brain cancer from the electro-magnetic field created by your phone.”

alright, it’s funnier when in the context of the script. but it looks like possible copious amounts of violence and gun play, and it’s a new line film too?!? and paul giamatti as the villain? goddamn, i can’t wait.

(btw, who needs bond anyway? just splint all the bmw films together, and it’s the best film ever, minus all the boring side plots and women.)

the new chimpanzee is out! if you can get your hands on one, it’s a nicer full bleed comic book size (and yes, there are plenty of comic book reviews inside too).

there’s a japanese hip hop special that i wrote (well, only the ones i think are worth listening to, no bling bling please) plus a review of inside man (i would be so happy if we returned to the state of american movies in the 80s when mainstream film was well thought out and done well).

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man, these shitty pictures be old. so i picked the least corny one.

from vikki’s blog (of the clothing/publishing/management/artist group silly thing) - grace ip is making a comeback!

while it’s nothing like a suzuki ami situation, she had reportedly been blacklisted by her record company, eeg, after publicly admitting she was in a relationship with songwriter eric kwok. nothing bad about that in itself, but idols in hong kong don’t let their zealous fans on about who they’re dating, since it’s seen to affect popularity and sales (andy lau is over forty now, but has never acknowledged rumoured relationships with actresses or the supposed wife from malaysia). eeg is powerful, nonetheless.

her eeg compatriot, joey yung, started out in the business about the same time, and is now the top female artist in hong kong.

dammit, my old blog is better. sorry. probably because i had a heap of time to kill in my old job. i will get my own homepage soon, and because of ego and pride, make proper entries instead of excuse ones.

meanwhile, i really would like a worst actors ever page, but this will do for the time being.

and i’m being totally serious when i say i can’t wait until scary movie 4 opens here next week. craig bierko does tom ryan does tom cruise. i’m sold! is bierko doing more comedy these days because he has big googly eyes, which cannot get him any decent scripts lately (well other than cinderella man, in which it sounds like he was not very chummy with russell, which is fine by me).

one of these people is clive owen. which one i do not know

i love writing. i have spent most of my weekend writing, apart from going out for hotcakes, antique window shopping (not about buying windows), and watching sin city. what other device can i use to describe sin city other than words? words are my staple.

why didn’t i see this film at the cinema? work and/or hearing about people walking out of it halfway. but it isn’t even like that - maybe i’m desensitised, because the violence is cartoonish, the blood alternately white, yellow and red that it just doesn’t matter anymore. what a world! what a digital comic book! thankfully nothing like robocop 2 and 3 (adaptations of frank miller’s other work).

my brother: “borrowed bride and prejudice… the indian one… and alfie. they are not my choices.”

go out and watch inside man, even if you aren’t that fond of denzel washington. there are so many tiny details to mention - street name allusions, “we will not forget”, ethnicities, camera work… it’s probably just me, but i was overjoyed to pick up on the trail spike lee left behind.