Friday, June 25, 2010

200. Et tu Italia?

The muppets go through and the world champions are out. Unreal, but based purely on performance, justifiably so.

No Italy, so my picks in order of preference...

Friday, June 11, 2010

199. Weak Summer

This is probably one of the worst summer movie season in years. Right now, I would place Kick-Ass above anything that's come out so far. Probably only Inception can save it from oblivion.

Luckily there's the World Cup to take away the pain. Less than 2 hours away now.


These are toilet signs, but i couldn't resist taking this photo.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

198. World Cup Muppet Watch

Ferdinand out. Those two words fills the heart of joy. Another moppet gone. There is yet light left in the day.

I hate England. And Ferdinand most of all amongst active English players (Neville still the top dog, and I mean that quite literally).

Karma's a sonobitch ain't it. Posers will also get their comeuppance. Who's next? Stevie Me? Cashley Cole? All deserve a bit of karmic retribution but I've got my eye on you, Terry.

Early days yet, but he's another moppet I wouldn't mind seeing the back of. Chelsea Captain or no.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

197. The Weight of the World

Sometimes it's placed on your shoulders. Not that you want it. Or seek it. But it's there nonetheless, and it is yours to bear.

The stamina for life...who can deal with it eh? You gotta keep working at it, one day at a time. What's the alternative? Go loco and start a Fight Club? Ah, if only we could. But we're too chicken shit. No one goes walking barefoot in the park any more. There is no magic left to be discovered. Technology and convergence has seen to that.

One day the spark will come again. But not today. Nay, today is a time to contemplate the vast emptiness of space. And of matter that sucks the light out of the universe. Like some monstrous invention of Lovercraft.

In fact, I'm feeling like one his deranged protagonists at the moment, just a step beyond insanity, having borne witness to the horrors that lurk just beneath the surface of our reality. Horrors that are just out of reach from the human eye, but lurking...waiting...ancient and sleepless...malevolent and hungry...

Be warned constant reader...though I may take the mantle of the unreliable narrator, there is yet truth that escapes these dastardly musings.