Sunday, July 25, 2010

Personal Poop

A more personal blog I think today considering most of my recent entries have been of a journalistic/ranting affair.

Not much has happened recently. I have sent out over 100 C.V.s to a variety of media and journalistic companies in the hopes of finding some form of employment with them with part-time or as a replacement to my university course which more and more people seem to be unhappy with. The writing continues, with many a band being mocked or praised by my hand in order to provide some scintillating material for the multitude of people I write for.

Recently my sanity has been maintained through a series of events which have distracted me from my summer prison, I say summer ironically, this is Britain, the sun is illegal. Apart from my birthday occurring at a point I shall not disclose, I have HMS Pinafore to look forward to tomorrow as well as the Proms which will last 2 months and provide me with much entertainment and recording/editing opportunities. Other than that is sit in wait, praying for a small moment in which the rain will cease and I can lunge at my garden with the mower, strimmer and rake to subdue it's wild nature!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I enjoyed that, I won't watch it again.

I was once informed by a script writer that when people love a film, they will watch it again and again. I replied to the contrary, stating that if I love a film I will watch it as little as possible, to which he seemed puzzled and probably considered spraying me with acid for being the exception to the rule.

Anything I enjoy in general I will avoid as much as possible, quite simply to prevent overexposure. If there is a particular chocolate you love then eating it day in day out will surely ruin the occasion and you would become sick of the stuff. The same applied to me with films. To watch a film I love is a special event, something to set time aside for and to cherish. I have not watched The Hustler in about three years simply because I enjoy it so much, and by the time I get around to watching it again enough of the details should have faded from my mind to ensure that it will still be as exciting, thrilling and dark as the first time I laid eyes upon it.

Though logically if I came across a film that was so good it induced orgasm, I would probably never watch it again.