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[25 Aug 2008|01:12pm]
There's a Jim Henson retrospective at ACMI, 4th to 14th September. Muppets!

Also, Spore is awesome. I wish this game existed when I was a kid.
The Sims influence really shows; the way the creatures behave and the way they act excited is very similar to how the Sims act. So, I guess behaviour in the game is going to be kind of limited.
But! For $10 off their website, or $4 off eBay (or free with the paper a few weeks ago), you can get the Creature Creator, which is really the fun part, and make an endless stream of odd monsters. It is so much fun.
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[19 Aug 2008|12:32am]
From untoward:


In Werner Herzog's Encounters at the End of the World: There's a bit of footage in the middle, of a penguin who becomes, in Herzog's word, deranged. It shows us three penguins, one heading off to the water for food, one heading back to the nest, and one just standing and looking at the mountains. Eventually, the penguin heads for the mountains. Waddling along, adorable. We're told that even if that penguin is retrieved, and placed in his nest, he would immediately leave and head straight for the mountains again. We're shown footage from eighty miles further, as the penguin passes a small diving camp. Still heading for the mountains. Everyone stands still as the penguin passes, forbidden to interfere, and the camera pans to watch him heading straight toward the mountains, and the 5000 miles of interior beyond. And his certain death.

It was a powerful juxtaposition, is why it hit me so hard, I guess. The penguin was so enthusiastic looking, waddling excitedly toward the mountains. Toward its death. I keep thinking back to the footage of the penguin just looking off at the mountain instead of going for food or going back to the nest, like he was just realizing there might be another choice. And, yeah, maybe that choice means death, ultimately, but it's hard to watch him try and not feel a little excited inside your heart.




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[19 Aug 2008|12:15am]
I copied the C: drive of my old dead computer onto the new hard drive and it actually booted up, though I'm pretty sure that's not how you're meant to do it.
It's kinda like a resurrection spell that unexpectedly worked, and now I'm stepping around gingerely to figure out whether it's mostly good just rattled, or whether I have a zombie on my hands.
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A series of misadventures [13 Aug 2008|01:32am]
Got back from Sydney yesterday, the flight killed the last shred of my immune system that was still hanging on, am now with a cold.

Came back to find the heating broken, spent a night under all blankets in the house, wearing many layers of clothes, in a delirious sort of dream about being trapped under snow and how I mustn't fall asleep cause I'll freeze to death.

Okay, backtracking a bit.

Sydney was shiny, sometimes. A little shred of partner time in a few months of not so much. Checked out AFTRS, do not want. It's a film school in the middle of what looks mostly like an old broken down theme park, without any of the actual attractions. Very odd.
The highlight would have been seeing Rocky Horror, which I am conflicted about, cause really, how could Rocky Horror be improved upon, but it was nevertheless HOT. The anti-highlight would have been the smoke alarms going off from cooking (not burning!) dinner at the hotel, running around in socks trying to get the receptionist to turn the alarms going off all over, and firemen turning up within 10 minutes, all dashing and heroic, and turning kinda sarcastic.

Backtracking somewhat once again.

Before going to Sydney I had a job to finish. I had some delays, so I was planning on some major cramming right before heading off.
Except Sydney -4 days my computer died and refused to be revived, following in a long tradition of highly improbable computer problems at the worst possible time.

So yeah. Today I was sick. Tomorrow it's back to work.
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[05 Aug 2008|12:58am]
Here is a trailer for a B horror film I worked on a few years ago: Damned by Dawn .

I couldn't track it down before 'cause they changed the title a couple of times. It used to be the Banshee for a while.

Here they have a couple of still from the film too.

When I was there they weren't shooting the fun carnage-y parts, just lots of running around in the mist. But I am in the background of one of the shots in a white sheet. Oh yeah. Classy AND subliminal.
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[05 Jun 2008|02:33am]
Anteaters around the house.

It's the Flickr account of a woman who keeps two anteaters as pets.

They can open doors and windows and fridges.

Also they look both amazing and dorky sleeping on laptops and in laundry baskets.
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[03 Jun 2008|11:23pm]
Just had the best aerials class ever.
The trainer just installed a bunch of new equipment that she designed herself - trapeze ladders, quadruple cloud swings, harnesses, complicated things that there's a million ways to get onto and they spin and swing in all kinds of ways.
Yeah! Like a playground crossed with bondage equipment crossed with circus.
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[24 May 2008|10:21pm]
A timelapse video of pARTy, an event for the last Midsumma Festival, where people were invited to paint a gallery and various objects in it.

It's a bit long, start maybe halfway in to get the best parts. You can sort of see me, sometimes. Everyone looks the same in those white jumpsuits though.

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[22 May 2008|02:07pm]
The trailer for Dollhouse, the upcoming series by Joss Whedon starring Eliza Dushku:



So conflicted about this. On the one hand, so so so much awesomeness (Joss Whedon, Eliza Dushku, cyberpunk themes like memory downloading, etc). On the other hand it has the potential to be messed up real badly (um, high class prostitutes?).

It will be out in the US in January. Can't wait.
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[19 May 2008|02:24am]
I think I have a semi-serious internet addiction. If I'm away from it for an hour or two I get kind of jittery (and I just thought: 'there must be a support group for that somewhere. On the internet. Oh. Heh.')
Except it's the middle of the night and messages keep popping up from all my friends.
It's nice, knowing that you guys are all sleepless and on the internet too.
We're all connected.
Or something like that.
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[11 May 2008|03:17am]
Here's a couple of podcast short stories from Jennifer Pelland, who is an awesome sci-fi author. Both stories are very funny, and just long enough for a train ride into the city, or to listen to in bed before falling asleep.

Snow Day is about a robot uprising that took a different turn. There's snow. And robot sex.

The Burning Bush Entertainingly sacriligous, if not strictly sci-fi. No, it's not about shrubbery. Or the president.


If you liked those, she has a book, and several other stories online .

I particularly recommend When science fiction cliches go bad - The Breeding Pair about aliens who want to study human mating behaviour, and The Last Stand of the Elephant Man a more serious story with a very likeable protagonist.
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[11 May 2008|01:49am]
Home from a zombie/robot/monster party, and it's only two a.m., and I can't sleep.

Last night I did pretty much the first bit of acting I've ever done.
I've done monologues before, and played Lilith one time, which as far as roles go is definitely up there, but it was more about the significance of the character in terms of the story... I dunno. This felt different. It was difficult, and it was fast, and there were so many parts where I had to say something to mean it be something entirely different.

I have so much love for Tom Stoppard, and for this play in particular. Guildenstern is pretty much the only character I have ever wanted to play.

The play begins with two people, in the middle of nowhere, flipping coins, as a way to make the time pass - not the most exciting form of entertainment, as one is likely to be winning about as much as they're losing.
Except this time, all coins come up heads. No matter what they do, over and over it's heads.
Guildenstern is bewildered, and fears they may have left reality as we know it.
Rosencrantz is embarrased to be winning so much money from his friend.
They talk, but miss each other's meaning over and over again.


<3 <3 <3

GUIL: A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a
third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a
unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there
are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less
extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until - "My God,"
says a second man, "I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn." At
which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as
it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension
but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more
witnesses there are, the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes
until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to the common experience...
"Look, look" recites the crowd. "A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It
must have been mistaken for a deer."
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Snatches [06 May 2008|01:34am]
Snatches is on again, the most eclectic, energetic, vibrant, experimental and fun nights of theatre since.. the last one. Snatches is a platform for young and emerging writers and artists, directors, musicians, etc to performs short snippets of their work.

At Snatches in previous years I have seen classic theatre, experimental word art, lesbian zombies, an emo instructional video, squid S&M, Neptune the God of sea, schoolgirls played by men doing sex ed with common household objects... y'know, stuff like that.

It's at RMIT Kaleide theatre, corner of Swanston and LaTrobe streets.

Wednesday 7 May and
Friday 9 May at 7.30pm

(These are two different shows! Come to both.)

If you want to see my stuff, on Wednesday they're doing a fluff piece I wrote about the morning after Batman and Superman hook up in a gay club.
And on Friday I'm performing in excerpts from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (Eeee!), and also a piece called the Hydra.
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Poetry Month Post #4 [01 May 2008|01:18am]
A poem by Arpad Toth, about stars and physics and other things far more intangible.


From Soul to Soul

I stand beside my window in the night
And through its gulfs, immeasurably far,
There gathers to my eye a quivering light,
The gentle radiance of a far-off star.

A billion miles or more it came to me
Across the chill, black darkness of space.
Thousands of years it sped untiringly
With none to rack off its celestial race.

Its heavenly message has arrived at last,
Safe in my sight from wandering through the skies,
And dies content when upon it I cast
The coffin-cover of my weary eyes.

But through prismatic crystals lured and bent
The self-same ray reveals its parent flame,
And gives us news of many an element
Related to our earth and my sad frame.

I drink it in. Locked in my veins it throbs.
And dreamily, in silence, I can feel
What ancient sorrow to my blood it sobs,
When timeless griefs the heavens to earth reveal.

Perhaps the stars feel pangs of lonely heat,
Being a million orphans lost in space?
Perhaps they mourn because we cannot meet
Across the icy night through which we pace?

Why weep, O star? No further do you stand
Than human heart on earth from human heart.
Ah, who can tell if, at my own right hand,
My friends, or Sirius, move more apart?

Alas for friendship, and alas for love!
Alas for the impervious road from soul to soul!
Rays from our weary eyes unceasing move,
But icy voids of night between us roll.
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Poetry Month Post #3 [29 Apr 2008|12:39am]
I Know Not What…
by Miklos Radnoti
(excerpt)

For we are guilty too, as others are,
We know how we have sinned, in what, and when and where;
But working people live here, poets in innocence,
Breast-feeding infants with their dawned intelligence,
And one day it will brighten, hid now in safety’s dark,
Till peace shall write upon our land its shining mark
And answer our chocked words in sentences of light.

With great wings cover us, O guardian cloud of night.
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[23 Apr 2008|11:00pm]
Is anyone up for having a games day/night sometime over the long weekend?

Perhaps we could get a few different systems in the one place. Play a few of the more weird/ obscure/ interesting games. Personally I'd like to chuck in a few of the more insanely colourful kid's games also. Oh, and there's this one level in the King Kong game where one gets to play King Kong rampaging through the streets and chucking cars everywhere, it's hugely satisfying.

Sugar/ alcohol/ good company/ not so much with the gore and macho.

Times? Places? I'm happy to offer my house, but some might prefer something a bit more central.
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Poetry Month Post #2 [21 Apr 2008|01:21am]
After a trip to the Baillieu library, I has poetry (Hungarian poetry on the internet, not so much).

This is by easily my favourite poet of all time, Miklos Radnoti. 20th Century jewish poet, died in 1944 in a forced march to Germany as the war was coming to an end.

His style reminds me of a Renessaince painting in words; dark and warm and rich. I'm afraid the translation doesn't quite do it justice, though this is the best one I've found.
(I also apologise for the use of the word negro in the poem.)

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Poetry Month Post #1 [11 Apr 2008|01:01am]
April is poetry month, and the lovely deathbyshinies has been posting poetry to her journal every few days since the start of the month.
It's been so refreshing to read poems on lj, to be introduced to the gems that others have come across, I decided I want in on this tradition as well.

I might do a series on the great Hungarian poets.

See, poetry in Hungary meant something quite different. Partially I think because the language is more complex and nuanced, and so particularly suited to poetry (I know that sounds terribly elitist, but hey, it also means it's a very hard language and no one bothers to learn it).

But also poets were seen very differently.
Poetry, and the lives of the great poets were taught from primary school onwards.
The most significant of them were seen as a particularly charismatic political leader might be in other countries.
More than that, they were seen as the conscience of the nation, in dishonest and oppresive regimes, when speaking the truth was a great crime. They were the moral compass of the nation, it's greatest rebels, and the ones who forged an identity for a nation that was floundering and oppressed and lost.

So, that's what poetry means to us.


This is the first in a series then, The Bards of Wales.

A little bit of background: In the 1840s there was a revolution in Hungary, followed by a war, as an attempt to break free of the Austrian monarchy.
There were two poets at the front of the fight; the first, Petofi, the classic warrior poet. Freedom! swords! wine! women! He died during the war.

The other, Arany, survived to see their side defeated and the monarchy returning. He lived a long life, and his poetry grew more mature and rich and introspective over the years.

The two had been the best of friends (a friendship initially forged through letters in poem form). They were also incredibly slashable.

After the return of the Austrian empire the monarch commissioned Arany to write a poem of his glory.
He did no such thing, but he wrote this instead:


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[10 Apr 2008|09:29pm]
Y'know how cats occasionally bring their humans things they've hunted, out of misguided love and hunting instincts?

Well. Sera's never done that before, except today he brought me a cockroach. And then ate it.

Aww, my little cat is all grown up.

Also: how exceptionally gross.
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[06 Apr 2008|11:43pm]
This is exactly what I've been looking for. The closest experience a person can have to flying free and unaided. Far less scary than jumping out of a plane, though unfortunately without the amazing vistas a person would be flying over if they did. Still, it's open air, at the top of a small tower, and going up 3 metres from the starting point. $70 for 4 minutes, which is far cheaper and far longer than you get with skydiving.

Also magnitudes cheaper than going up in one of those planes that simulates zero g. I guess it would be a qualitatively different experience, what with the extreme wind and the noise, instead of just being suspended in air suddenly.

Still, this definitely fulfills my criteria for human flight.

The closest one is in New Zealand, just around the corner from where they do Zorbing. Zorbing being where they roll a person down a hill inside a giant inflatable ball.

Who wants to come?
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