This message was brought to you at 07:29 p.m. on Wednesday, July 26, 2006.
Genetically Enriched
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This message was brought to you at 11:10 p.m. on Monday, April 10, 2006.
I just gotta have another laugh at all those people carrying on about how it, always seemed to them that the love between V and Evey was platonic not romantic blah blah blah, well yeah. It's this magical thing called a rewrite. The movie is not the book, in a number of ways it's very distant from the book. Please notice that and quit the self-righteous, well I thought they shared only familial love. We know, we read it too.
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This message was brought to you at 09:58 p.m. on Sunday, April 9, 2006.
I'm going to fail uni, probably. *wrinkles nose* Y'see, we have this kinda assignment due in on Thursday and I’m starting in now. As in full on just starting it. Printing out the sheets to have a proper read starting it, but this wouldn’t be so bad. I have complete faith in my own ability to produce a quality essay in 5 days. However, the idea of starting it frightens me. The idea of trying to write makes me want to burst in to tears and rock back and forth in the foetal position muttering incoherently. God, I can’t deal with it. I haven’t been able to the entire time. I’ve known for about a fortnight that I have this 2000 words essay hanging over me but I’ve just ignored it and avoided it. I should be doing it, I should be writing about The Goblin Market’s representation of temptation, sin, love and redemption. I just stuck the redemption bit into there myself, it wasn’t in the question. So, what am I doing? Reading about Google Bombing, that’s what I‘m doing.
Damn, I should really be doing something worth while- Oh, what am I going to do? *worry worry worry worry*
… I say we googlebomb John Howard under "damn idiot".
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This message was brought to you at 11:14 a.m. on Tuesday, April 4, 2006.
You know what’s funny about working in a bakery; people don’t seem to grasp the fact that there are many different kinds of bread. I mean if that’s not the case, why would they ask for some “flat bread” and get annoyed when you try to explain there are many different types of bread that can be called so and you don’t know which they want. Or how if they ask for a “Turkish” and expect you to read their mind and immediately know if they want a small, long or large. Oh and there’s always the “I want three of those rolls” with a point at a row of shelves that has five levels and three different kinds of rolls on each. Y’see, all of this behaviour is a wee bit vexing, not when it’s a decent person who happily replies with more detail to the rolls they want (“knotted”, “large”, “soft”), but when they bark, “That one! There!” in a thoroughly unhelpful manner. But thankfully these people are few.
Conversely, I enjoy serving people who arrive not knowing what they want so you get to play 20 questions trying to discern what bread they desire. “Do you want it soft/knotted/plain/multigrain/sliced?”
There’s also the game of learning all the different names people call things, Apple Pie can refer to a large apple pie, apple slice or an apple cake. A loaf of white bread is also square loaf and tin loaf but multigrain, wholemeal and light rye are not. I don’t know why, especially since they’re all square as well.
Oh and I feel I should mention why the title of the page is “this page has nothing to do with Apple Strudel”, after working in the bakery, other than smelling strongly of bread, I also have certain foodstuffs stuck in my head. For example, for two days after I stopped working I couldn’t stop thinking about Apple Strudel, it was just stuck in my head, and I don’t even like it.
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This message was brought to you at 6:55 p.m. on Monday, April 3, 2006.
Jim Schrembi is really frustrating. Not only did he give one star to Pirates of the Caribbean but he has now given V for Vendetta zero stars, and I quite liked it.
Yes, I know what all the other V fans are probably yelling and I know how crazy old Alan Moore couldn’t stand to have his name associated with it but it wasn’t that bad. So what if V was in love with Evey, they’re not the same characters. V’s less of an insane cipher and Evey seems to be like someone you might actually meet on the street. Unless you meet desperate girls selling their bodies for money a lot, of course. Nevertheless, the romantic in me enjoyed it and the V fan in me cringed and twitched, just because the idea took me quite a lot of getting used to.
One main complaint about the movie is how “politically vacuous” it is, well, I don’t really give a damn about that because political movies tend to irritate me, but the politics in V seemed to be similar to those in 1984. This is not the world that we live in, only the most wilfully blind could thing that. It’s a warning about what our world and what our governments could be and what they are (in the filmmakers opinion) on the road to becoming. The new Nazis, really. So, to me it was a love story set in a dystopic future which is a warning (which dystopic futures usually are) about our current times.
Oh and Valerie’s story still makes me cry. I’m really soppy when it comes to some things.
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