The Art Con

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor’s trailer is out. Jet Li, Michelle Yeoh, that’s pretty cool. Never knew they were going to be in it. I’ll eventually get around to watching it. I vaguely remember what happened in any of The Mummy movies. When I first watched The Mummy it scared me. A lot. It was a long time ago, I was a little kid. Haven’t watched it since. If I did maybe it would bring back traumatic experiences of hiding behind a pillow and then finally crawling under the duvet and camping out there for the rest of the movie. Huh, maybe that’s why I don’t remember any of it. As for The Mummy Returns, that didn’t scare me as much. I was older, movie was alright. I was most likely being distracted by my computer while I was watching it. But the third one looks a little better, even if Rachel Weisz isn’t in it anymore. They better have a good explanation for that.

Now, with Brendan Fraser. Main character, hero, the ‘Indiana Jones’ of Indiana Jones, the ‘James Bond’ of the James Bond movies, and the ‘George’ of George of the Jungle…this is why I can’t take this man seriously in this movie. Before I watched The Mummy I watched George of the Jungle about a gazillion times as a kid. And going from the fun loving, goofy, ape talking ‘George’ to mummy killing ‘Rick’ didn’t really work for me, still doesn’t. I’ll always see the inner loincloth man behind all the acting ‘normal’ and ‘human-like’. No one else can speak about themselves in third person like he could.

One time I went to Scotland, and I swear I saw the Loch Ness Monster. Seriously.

How to high-five. The proper way. Don’t be the one caught out not knowing how to high-five the right way. It will be bad and scar you for life. I think they missed out the one where you can high-five yourself but maybe that’s only for the experts. Only when you perfect those techniques can you learn the ways of self high-fiving. It is a strange and mysterious art that is only revealed to those who truly have what it takes.

I went to Wimbledon for the first time yesterday. It was pretty damn cool, and the place is massive. Free bottle of water, free sun cream, don’t buy the newspapers that they sell when you’re queuing just so you can have the binoculars or radio. They don’t let you bring it in to the place and they threaten to confiscate it. Something to do with advertising or something. But if you’re that desperate to keep it just put it in your bag and you might get lucky.

Spent the day watching players I’ve never heard of but my cousin knew about every single one of them. Saw some dude called Haas. Even though he won he still got a bit frustrated throughout the game saying some stuff in German that – even though I took a year of German – I couldn’t understand. Something like ‘……gemacht…..sprecht…..’ and a couple of ’scheisse’s’ were thrown in there which is one of the few German words I do remember. And then he moved on to swearing in English, and that, I could definitely understand. Then we saw the massive 6′9″ Isner who is very tall indeed, and a match – a women’s singles match – that was on it’s final set but they ended up playing 30 games. Both of them were pretty bad, they kept on dropping their serves and our bets on what player was going to win changed constantly.

Tennis courts seem a lot smaller in real life, and ballboys are like robots. Very serious, Buckingham Palace guard-like serious robots.
And everyone’s making it into a big deal that Sharapova’s chosen to wear shorts this year. I fail to see what the big deal is. Anyway, Amanda Holden (Britain’s Got Talent judge) had this to say, ‘Women should wear feminine clothes. They might play like men, but they should dress like ladies’. I’ll give her a blank stare and an eyebrow raise for that one.

The Emperor…No, seriously, that’s what it’s called.

I could fit it into my room right? If not I would make it fit into my room. So, anyone offering to buy one for me? Pretty please. Pretty please with a cherry on top, with extra multi-coloured sprinkles, pink icing, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, a picture of a waving green alien, and a smiley face candle. Thank you! See, helping other people out makes you feel fantastic! Because when you help others, you can’t help helping yourself.

After a bumpy ride, Firefox 3 finally got downloaded by around 8 million people in 24 hours, breaking a world record. Breaking a world record that doesn’t actually exist so they decided to make it up. See, that’s what you do. Invent a new world record, and be the first one to break it. Then you can get a t-shirt that says, ‘I broke a world record!’ on the front, and then on the back it can say ‘So someone better name a sandwich after me.’

I’ve lately become addicted to iSketch. And I’ve tried so hard to like Feedly, but it’s just not quite there yet. It’s a little buggy, and the usability a little low. And the fact that it only works with Firefox 3 is a little pointless. What it’s not little on though is the layout, throw in a couple of themes or some customisation options and I’m there.

I watched The Edge of Love yesterday. With a review of the movie saying ‘Like The Atonement but better’ you’re probably wondering why I saw this movie. Or the fact that I actually paid to see this movie. What can I say, it was that time of the month when there’s nothing good on. And even though I’ve never watched The Atonement, I can bet that it’s probably exactly like The Edge Of Love. Love story during the war. And that’s all there is to it.
But movies that I do want to see that aren’t out yet: Hancock and Wanted.
And movies that I want to see that have been out for ages but haven’t gotten around to seeing them yet: Juno and Shrek 3.

Might as well get the exam mentioning over and done with then. Exams are over! No more earthquake case studies, cloning, genetic stuff, or analysing the book that shall not be named on this blog, ever again. And, most importantly, no more having to refer to myself as a number. Too bad I didn’t get a candidate number like 24601. But I probably would’ve had songs going through my head instead of concentrating on the exam, so maybe that’s a good thing.
There is one thing that’s been bugging me though. And if anyone’s got an answer then please enlighten me. It’s to do with Biology and cloning. Ok, so I was reading about the advantages and disadvantages of cloning. One of the advantages was something about it being used to bring back extinct animals and stuff like that. But what’s got me is why would you want to bring back extinct animals? They’re extinct for a reason. So if you’re going to bring them back to life, they’re just going to die again. And even if they didn’t die, what will happen? If they want to bring back, I don’t know let’s say, dinosaurs, dodo birds, mammoths, or one of those massive, scary extinct fish, then what will they do with them? Keep them in a ‘You thought they were extinct, but now they’re back and ready to kill’ zoo? I’d like to keep my encounters with prehistoric animals to a minimum thank you very much. Preferably just through books and the internet, where the risk of getting my little finger bitten off is not very likely. I like my little finger just the way it is.

Anyway, it’s that time of the month. No, not that time of the month. That would be weird. And I wouldn’t mention it here of all places. No, it’s that other time of the month. The time of the month where I put new music on my iPod. The reason I’m doing it now is because my cousin’s iTunes library is just screaming at me saying, ‘Look! Music! Take!’ So I listen, and proceed to scour through the thousands of songs. After said scouring, I have chosen to take: Death Cab for Cutie, Alex Nackman, Taking Back Sunday, Motion City Soundtrack, Copeland and Starting Line. So that’s that with that iTunes library. What I also need to add is Colbie Caillat, Missy Higgins, KT Tunstall’s new album, One Republic, Boyce Avenue, Jason Mraz’s new album, Marty Casey & The Lovehammers, and P.O.D., some time in the near future. Anything else I should be listening to at the moment? I’m always very behind on these kinds of things.

I accidentally typed in ‘pof’ in Google when I was searching for P.O.D. Do you know what the first result is for ‘pof’? Plenty of Fish. No joke. And what’s weirder, it’s a dating site. I guess they really liked the saying ‘There are plenty of fish in the sea’. Yeh it took me a while to link it up with that. I was just wondering why anyone would go on a dating website called ‘Plenty of Fish’.

The internet now in handy book form! I totally have this book.

You know the phrase ‘It’s not rocket science’? Well, what is rocket science? It was minutes before my Biology exam and I was just wondering. This is how it was: Big sports hall, everyone sitting at desks, when the invigilator asks the question ‘Are there any questions or problems before the exam begins’ a kagillion hands go up. Invigilator goes ‘Oh it’s going to be one of those mornings then is it?’ What was the problem? Calculators – some people had them some didn’t. The teachers all huddled up at the front like they were in some kind of MI5 meeting. They discussed in whispers, heads low, weird hand gestures leaving the huddle at random intervals, and the big boss in the middle. They simultaneously straightened themselves up and the big boss took to the microphone. ‘The exam paper says you must have a ruler, but you only may need a calculator. So I wouldn’t worry about it. If that’s all, then you may begin you examination’. The bomb was diffused, all lights were go, the world’s fate was in our hands, and the big boss’ little minions decided to give out some calculators anyway. You know, just in case.
We didn’t need them at all.

About the whole thing with gay people have different brains then the straighties. Apparently if you’re a gay girl the right side of your brain is bigger, like a straight guy’s is. And then the left side is bigger for gay guys and straight girls. So this means I have a big right half a brain. Does that mean bisexuals just have really big brains then? Wow, they must be smart. Maybe all the geniuses in the world are bisexuals. You never know.

I doubt anyone’s heard of this movie, but I’m going to talk about it anyway. French parkour movie Banlieue 13 (District 13), one of those movies where it’s all action, crap storyline. If you watch it, you only watch it to see 2 crazy dudes jumping through cars, and across buildings. If you don’t know what Parkour is it’s all the running around that happens at the beginning of Casino Royale. You can also see a tiny bit of it in Die Hard 4.0 by a French guy – Cyril Raffaelli – who’s also one of the main characters in Banlieue 13. This all links up so nicely. Anyway, it’s coming out with a sequel, and instead of having a predictable title like Banlieue 13 2 they decided to take it one step further and title it Banlieue 14.

The original Broadway cast of Rent at the Tony Awards.

Back to my exam this morning, since nothing else exciting has happened today. Around 43 minutes into the exam there was a loud banging noise outside. You know how it is, everyone looks up for a bit with an annoyed face and then everyone gets on with it. One of my teachers found it quite amusing though. But it wasn’t just any ordinary construction work banging noise (ok maybe it was). Remember in Jurassic Park, just before the T-Rex stomped in, quiet, dark, still. Then as the T-Rex gets closer, the room rumbles at every step it takes, the water starts rippling, the noise gets louder and louder. And then it stops. For a few seconds. I turn my head and I can just make out the legs and tail through the small windows. Then disaster strikes. Roof of our school comes off, the big roar, MI5 agents running around shouting, ‘Code red! I repeat code red!’ Exams papers fly to the ground and students screaming, ‘Run for your lives, we’re going to die!’ And as the T-Rex stomps on to all the desks and papers you hear all the smart people cry, ‘Ahhh!! That exam was A* quality! I’m going to fail all my GCSEs! Waaah!’ etc. etc.
Everyone runs to the safety of the canteen in the basement, while I decide to hang around for a bit – see what happens. Helicopters, army tanks, the whole frickin’ Royal Navy, RAF, anything, you name it. SWAT teams propel down, and the T Rex tries to catch them and eat them but can’t because of, well, you know, small arms and all. So instead it swings its tail and bashes its head into some of them. While it swings its tail towards me, I jump on, hop on to its back and yell ‘Run like the wind bullseye’. Oops wrong movie. And then just as I’m about to be the hero and all, the big boss takes to the microphone once again and says ‘The examination has ended, can you all please stop writing.’

Talk about an eventful day.

Do you keep or throw away old school notes once you’re done with them? Because some people, like me, have kept very old school work, i.e when I was 4 years old old school work. You see all the pretty little pictures you drew, learning the alphabet and joined up handwriting. It’s nice to see how far you’ve come along since drawing people like the one pictured on the right. It’s also comforting to know that your drawing abilities have improved since then, and that you’ve now learnt people actually have bodies, ears, and a nose. And hair. On most people. And the fact that arms don’t come out of your head. Even work from when I was a bit older – around Year 7 lets say – is still interesting. Take for example this extract from a Chemistry class:

29 – 371 = X x 2
- X – 2 – answer = 393
393 – - 5 = 394.921X
270.921X = spit x blood
= blit x 92X
= blit X 3792
= bt 3927

27 x 93 = w/e

This piece of ‘work’ (or rather just some notes resulting from boredom) is titled ‘The Cure For The Common Cold In Summer (NOT WINTER!)’. My friends and I were just geniuses waiting to happen. Who else can come up with such a discovery at that age?
But I don’t really want to keep the school work that I’ve recently done. When you get older, work gets more serious and therefore more boring and less time to mess about. Take for instance this work, where I was studying The Prague Spring, 1968 in History. Note that I was giving up on taking any notes at this point because we didn’t need it for our exams: (Skipping one or two pages into my notes)

1989 Everything’s spreading.
Eastern European.
E.Germany solidarity, solidarity
solidarity forever
I feel hungry.
What? No? Me neither.
But what can you do?

August 1991 I wonder if they’ll mention my birthday in the text book.
You never know. I could be some significant figure in History that I’m not aware of at the moment

And that’s about as interesting as it gets. Throw away it is then.

The old Gameboy used to use 4 AA batteries. 4. That is just not very convenient. And yes, I had a bright pink Gameboy Color, while my brother got the blue one. But what I find really weird is the Nintendo DS. Why does it all of a sudden have 4 buttons on the right? I have yet to come across a game where you need the other 2. I liked the simplicity of either A or B. Now there’s X, Y, A or B. Sometimes X and A do the same thing. Sometimes Y and B do the same thing. And sometimes you only need A. Still with me? There’s also an L and R, but I see the need for those. Anyway, I was just wondering.

So y/day, yesterday, ayer, I was off to do a drawing. And I actually finished said drawing today. It says ‘Bye’ so I guess I’ll have to finish this post off with it. Because I can’t say ‘Bye’ and then come back again. That would just be confusing. So, the background’s supposed to be black, and you can see where I had to join it up – the scanner did it’s best. And hopefully you agree that I’ve improved since my 4 year old drawing days.

Extreme Makeover: Website Edition. So Facebook’s all lined up and ready to have a snazz up. But who else is joining them? We’ve supposedly got good ol’ MySpace planning a little re-design. Maybe. I’ll give it the thumbs up though, even if it already looks half way decent. Next in line is Last.fm. Which I’m giving a big fat thumbs down. Don’t get me wrong, the new features sound great, especially all the real-time stuff, but the design looks like it’s going back in time. I mean, compared to what they have now…are they cuckoo?

Mozilla has announced that Firefox 3 will officially be released on Tuesday 17th June. Moo.

West End Live next weekend. See the likes of The 39 Steps, Avenue Q, Chicago, Grease, Joseph, Mamma Mia, The Sound of Music, Wicked, and more all for free. Yep, for free.
People like things that are for free. Like those free mints that you get at restaurants. Or at least the restaurants I’ve been to give you them. Well, they don’t actually personally hand you one when you walk in, but they are in a bowl that just screams ‘Eat me! Now!’ They’re also next to the twiddly sticks and straws on the bar. So twiddly sticks plus mints, mean mini games of golf – or even hockey – at the table. Why else do you think they put them so close together?

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Home videos. They’re embarrassing. They’re funny. You wish you could burn the evidence of you running around with a jumper tied on your head ninja style, and then hitting into a tree face first when you were 5, but ya can’t. You look back, putting full blame on your parents as to what you’re wearing, what you’re saying, what music you’re dancing in your pyjamas to.

But as you get older, you become aware of all this evidence that’s piling up on you so, in turn, you become more reluctant to show yourself when the camera comes out. But when you do, a nice wave and smile and a short reply to ‘Are you enjoying the holiday so far?’ is as far as you’re going to go.
When you’re all grown up though, the videos of you die out and apart from the odd 15 second clip of you on YouTube doing the Soulja Boy dance, there isn’t really much to look back on. Then again, what 60 year old wants to pull out videos of when they were 20? You look far cuter when you were a toddler.

But, if you’re one of those people who want they’re life documented like an E! True Hollywood Story, I have a solution. It’s fairly obvious, hence why I came up with it, and not very hard to do. Let’s call this ‘Option Number 1: The Lazy Person’s Way’. Just become famous. Be an actor, musician, the world’s greatest donut eater. Anything. And then you’ll have your whole life documented for you by the media. Granted, the whole world will know about all of this to, buuut, you’ll never have to worry about losing a tape, or DVD, because you could just Google your name and hey presto someone will have it for you. However, obviously interviews, publicity shots, and premieres aren’t going to capture every bit of your life. What about the times when you’re walking down the road and you trip over your own feet, or when you’re doing the human cannonball into a swimming pool covered in bubble wrap? Well, that’s what the paparazzi’s for. See, I really did think this through for you. But before you go off to become famous and all, let me give you some advice. Pick your ‘I’m going to be famous for …’ wisely. If you do end up picking something like donut eating, you’re going to be expected to eat donuts all the time. You’re going to have to eat, live, breathe donuts.

But if you don’t want to go through all this hassle, then you could always get a video camera of your own, and do it your own way. You know, whatever’s best for you. That can be option number 2. But if you’re going for option 1, tell me how it goes. I’ll be even more impressed if you end up choosing a career like the first person to eat a packet of Walkers Ready Salted crisps upside down on Mars, rather then, I don’t know, an author or something.

Lee won The Apprentice. He’s a lot taller then Sir Alan Sugar. There were about 50 million after shows after the show. At the end of every one they went ‘Now turn to BBC2 to watch…’ or ‘Now turn over to BBC1…’ I thought the night was never going to end at that rate.

I’m off to do some drawing. No joke. Really I am. It’s been 50 years since I last drew something. Which I know isn’t possible. But it’s been a long time. So I hope I still have the ability to do it. How do you hold a pencil again? Easier then holding chopsticks I suppose. Although, chopsticks aren’t that hard to use. A fork is easy to use though. So’s a remote controlled car. Robots have minds of their own though.

Stop eating that muffin and listen to this song. Seriously. I know only a handful of people are going to have the same music taste as me, but I don’t care. Coldplay’s new song ‘Viva La Vida’ (Translation: Live the life – this is where my 5 years of studying Spanish comes in handy) kicks ass. You have a choice (because I like to give people choices):
Listen here if you just want to listen to the song.
Listen here if you want to listen to the song and you like the game Kingdom Hearts.
Or you can listen here if you want to here the awesomest (yes I said awesomest) cover ever of it.

That’s all I was planning to say to be honest. Yep, just that one song. But I feel like I should say something else since you’re here anyway.

I made that somewhere between Year 3 and Year 6. I like to think Year 3 because it would be more impressive that way. Good old paper mache making. Except I don’t think my school could afford to have paper mache so we used sellotape instead. Which is strange because I don’t think you should be able to paint over sellotape. But I did.
They make you do a lot of paper mache-ing when you’re younger. I’ve made a Tudor house, a mask, a jewellery box, a…other stuff I can’t remember off the top of my head. But it was a lot of glue and newspaper. It was fun. Sticky, but fun.
Do you know what guy loved paper mache-ing? Neil Buchanan. The star of the one and only Art Attack. For those of you who’ve never heard of it (and why haven’t you?) it’s a kids’ show where this guy does arty stuff and teaches you how to make said arty stuff. Kinda like when they teach you how to make stuff on Blue Peter, I think – but I’ve never watched that show. Do you know what both Neil Buchanan and the Blue Peter presenter love to say? ‘And here’s one I made earlier’. It annoys me, it amuses me. I guess you can’t really expect them to wait for the glue or paint to dry on the spot. That would be the longest TV show ever. Kids would’ve fallen asleep by then. But it does mean that someone had to make 50 of those paper-mache castles.

What else…Nadal thrashed Federer in the French open, 6-1 6-3 6-0. That was dissapointing. I mean, yes Nadal was going to win, but I was hoping for something a bit more exciting then that.

The Apprentice final this Wednesday. There’s chatterbox Claire, dinosaur impersonator Lee, Mona Lisa Helene, and ‘I’m only 24 years old’ Alex. It’ll probably be down to Claire and Lee, and Claire might just win this one.

There’s 30 second previews of Uh Huh Her’s full album up on the Nettwerk site.

I know pi to 9 decimal places. That’s how bored I was in a Maths exam. It’s less embarassing then doodling little cartoons of Captain Banana and his apple sidekick and then realising that you can’t erase black ink. Hope the examiner had fun marking.

There is no wrapping paper in my house. But I do have some ‘Here comes Santa Claus’ wrapping paper. This became a problem when I was supposed to wrap a present for one of my friends the other week. In the end I got one of those ‘gift baggy’ things and stuffed it in with some tissue paper. No, not the tissue paper that you blow your nose with, the other kind, the ‘arty’ kind.
But what’s the point in wrapping presents? I get that it’s fun – don’t get me wrong I have a blast ripping open presents every year – but it just gets thrown away afterwards. I’m sure people have their argument about how we should ‘Save the trees’ and how ‘It’s bad for the environment’ but what I’m concerned about is how much it costs. I don’t want to waste my money on bits of paper that can only be used once and then thrown away. I mean, what, the cheapest wrapping paper you could probably get would be around £1 lets say. I could get 2 chocolate bars with that. It brings a lot more joy to someone and let’s face it, it tastes nicer. So next time, I think, instead of buying wrapping paper, buy that someone 2 chocolate bars instead and just say ‘Sorry I didn’t wrap your present, but you get 2 chocolate bars instead!” with a big smile on your face. And since you bought 2, they could share with you. This is clearly a win win situation on your part. Spend you money wisely people.

I watched Running With Scissors last night. It was actually pretty good. Because I was reading a couple of reviews (ok so some whiny people complaining on the IMDb boards) and it wasn’t looking very hopeful. But after hearing it mentioned on AfterEllen a couple of times I thought I might give it a chance. It wasn’t the most exciting of movies but it was pretty decent. It gave me the same feeling as The Squid and the Whale did. It just made me go ‘Oh, huh’ at the end.

I think I’m going through the young stages of teething again. I can’t stop chewing this pen lid. It can’t be very good for me.

Call of Duty 4 has become my new game obsession. I’ve got in on the DS, brother’s going to get it for the PS3, I might get it for my PC, but not quite sure yet. I’m not the biggest computer games kind of person…except for The Sims..and Rollercoaster Tycoon. But that’s how I’ll be spending some of my summer.

I’ve always wondered whether or not someone really has stepped on a rake and had it slam in their face. And if they have, then why wasn’t I there to see it?
Why all the hate towards NME?
I want the house that Cameron Diaz has in The Holiday. It’s pretty sweet.

For anyone who’s just skim reading this here’s a picture from a movie that I just bought for £3 – see, even that could be cheaper then wrapping paper

Say cheese avocado!

Do you ever wonder why bird’s poo is black and white? Don’t laugh, I’m being serious. Ok, so this is gross and weird and you’re probably thinking why I’m talking about something like this and how on earth I managed to start thinking about it. But I did. I was just walking back from school and it just pooped popped into my head. Cheap joke I know, so I appreciate anyone who just snickered at that. Anyway, it’s just this kind of thing has never occurred to me before. I mean, why should it? I don’t eat it, I don’t pay attention to it, I don’t..use it in any way. It just doesn’t affect me in my every day life. So why think about it? Why, from the 5 minute walk from the bus stop to my house on the way home from school does this whole thought process occur:
*As I’m walking, looks on ground and sees a big patch of bird poo, or ‘faeces’ if you must be so scientifically correct* Why is it black and white? Or is that grey? I swear animals’ poo is usually brown. Think about it, dogs, elephants, cats. Well, I don’t know about cats. Camels’ is. Or maybe that was slightly green. I can’t remember. They showed it on Spy Kids 2. Why did I watch Spy Kids 2? What about dinosaurs? Did they ever show their poo in Jurassic Park? They probably did. Why do birds have to be so different? Why does it have to be black and white? What, so they eat bread and… I don’t what they eat. I’m no bird. It’s so weird that it’s black and white. *And I arrive home*
Anyway, I was just thinking. That’s what happens when I start thinking.

I once got paid to run around and eat crisps. Quite a good job if you ask me. I was 5, 7, who knows. But the thing is, I got paid. I don’t know how much but it’s certainly more then I’m making now. So I was in Madame Butterfly at the ENO. I used to know every tube stop from my station to Leicester Square. And Mornington Crescent was always closed. Now it’s open and the excitement’s been killed for me. So some casting person came to my little itty bitty junior school and somehow I ended up in a frickin’ opera. They needed kids that looked remotely Asian to come and play the parts, so I was a Chinese kid playing a Japanese wedding child. Let’s face it, it’s not like anyone was going to notice the difference. But no singing, just running around and well, eating crisps. It was fun. I had to wear this 5 million layer dress though. Ok, so in reality it was around 3. But I hate wearing dresses so 1 is more then enough. The funny thing is though, is that, if I were to do that now, I’d be scared shitless to run out to an audience like that. Nerves and all. But, you just don’t get that as a kid. I remember the first night, ran through the door out on to the stage and there were hundreds of little heads all looking at me. Well not me me, but the general stage area. Which included me. But for a split second all I thought was, ‘Oh. Cool’ and then started running around like a headless chicken. Those were the good old days. Life was simple, crisps were good, and I don’t remember a single song in that show.

So we all know abour the Asus Eee PC. If you haven’t then surely you must be living in a bubble (what’s it like?). It’s ridiculously cheap, tiny, with crap memory and other hardware specs all around. You get what you pay for right? Buut, it’s amazing and I want one. I don’t need one. I just want one. Therefore, I’m not getting on.

More to the point though, so with Asus releasing this it means other companies e.g Dell have got to start lowering their prices to. What with competitive markets and all. Enter this little beauty: the Dell’s 9 inch ‘Eee PC killer’ as they like to call it. It’s just wow. Don’t know any info on it whasoever. But it looks pweety and is gonna cost a lot. I want that one to. Mini Windows, mini Linux, it’s all so sweet.

Are all leprechauns gay? I was just wondering. Travelling by rainbow and all.

In to making videos? YouTube’s got a nifty new feature called ‘Video Annotations’. User interaction with videos. Magic tricks, shell games. I can actually seeing this coming in handy for some people who’ll make something creative out of it. And I don’t mean the ‘Pick a card from these six cards. Hide cards, 5 cards reappear. Oh look yours is gone’ trick. Oh, I wonder how you managed to do that. You are a great video magician. Wow, I’m going to buy your t-shirt. Oh. There is no t-shirt. Regardless of played out magic tricks, it’s got potential. And I will probably never bother to try it out. Probably.

My American cousin is full of slogans. He knows the words, the tunes, everything. Even does the hand gestures when required. It’s quite amusing to watch really. But it does make me wonder, where are ours? Maybe it’s because I rarely watch TV anymore so my exposure to adverts is minimal. Then again, maybe they’ve subconciously entered my mind and I just don’t know that I know them and that’s how they secretly brainwash people. Maybe. The only 2 I remember were from back in the day and the cheesy chorus sang:
‘Don’t sign on the dotted line until you talk to Tempo’
and ‘Where in the world, PC World’
I wonder if they still use them.

Tony Awards are on 15th June. For those of you who don’t know the Tony Awards are the equivalent of the Oscars for Broadway shows (we’ve got Oliviers over here for the West End). Never know if they show it here. And I don’t bother to check these things. Whoopi Goldberg’s hosting. But, like the Oscars, it means it’s one of those long and boring award shows where you wonder why all those people can be bothered to go because all they do is sit and clap. All evening. However what makes the Tony’s a bit more thrilling for me are the performances.

For instance, this year The Lion King and Rent are performing. The original cast of Rent will be there. You can’t get much better then that. So that’ll be something I’ll be YouTubing in a few weeks time.

Speaking of YouTubing. You should YouTube this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kxDxLAjkO8 It’s possibly one of the coolest videos I’ve watched in a long time. It’s a music video for some band for some song. The guy who made it had a little too much time on his hands, but it’s pretty impressive. Now, I don’t normally endorse Macs, but this video was made on a Mac, so I’m willing to give it some credit. The editing must’ve driven him crazy.

There’s a TV show called Are You Smarter Then A 10 Year Old? You know what? I don’t think I am. I watched it once, and to be honest, I really don’t know that much. Some things are blatently obvious, but there are some questions that they asked that I didn’t even learn. Shows how much you forget, and how irrelevant the stuff you learn is when you’re younger. It’s funny though when there’s a question like what’s 1/2 x 1/2 and then the adult spends ages thinking of the answer. That’s what happens when you’re put under pressure. You get dumber.

So Jodie Prenger won I’d Do Anything. Can’t say I’m happy, can’t say I’m sad. Will she able to handle doing 8 shows a week, who knows. I’m just curious what shows the other girls are going to get into. But, according to the Oliver! website she’ll only be performing 6 times a week. This is what happens when professionals don’t win a competition like this.

Somtimes I watch crap movies only because I like the dancing. Like Step Up. The storyline’s predictable: boy meets girl, get together, break up, happy ending with the big dance number at the end. With lots of ’surprising’ twists along the way. But I’m a sucker for decent dance movies so I’ll watch them. That being said, I could not get through Honey. There was something about it that I just didn’t like. But I’ll probably watch Step Up 2 sooner or later.
One dance movie that I did watch yesterday was Stomp The Yard. That was one frickin’ cool movie. You might remember me talking about how I couldn’t get past the first 20 minutes of Atonement. Now, this movie is what I like to see in the first 10 minutes. Yeh, 10. That quick into the movie. Has the same storyline as Step Up, but I don’t care. It’s the dancing that matters.

James Bond, Jason Bourne, Jack Bauer (24). Jason Bourne can whoop their butts any day. John McClane got the wrong surname.

I’m not the biggest fan of watching sport on TV. I’d rather play it then watch it. But the one sport I will watch is tennis. Or more specifically (or as my Physics teacher would say, pacifically) Wimbledon. I watch it every year. I forget the rules ever year. But I pick it up as it goes along. I understand it, I know players names, it’s fairly exciting, and I want one of those massive tennis balls. You know, the really big ones that my brother says would cost around a tenner. But I want one. They look really cool. I don’t know what I would do with it. Probably would break a tennis racket trying to play with it, but I think it’d be amusing to have for a while.