Don't make me use my handbag!
Sunday, August 31, 2003
Why, if it isn't our old pal Stinky Weaselteats!
Can anyone place that quote? It's a toughy... here's a hint - childhood TV show. Oooookey doke, 11pm and I'm ready to write. But maaan do I regret eating so much Chinese tonight. About $30 worth, I musta doubled my body weight! Wwwwhew! Wait... wait, my English teacher just informed me via the magic gift of 'Thought Bubble' that I should have said "I regret eating so many Chinese tonight." We are sorry for any inconvenience that this may have caused.
So I'm sitting here, typing away, resting my elbows on my gastronomic pregnancy (okay, am I overdoing it a little?), and I'm reading about Abbey. More specifically, Abbey sweating. You know, that's enough to make a guy lose his appetite, if I had one left. Hehe, I'm just teasing ya Abbey babe, it's a very human thing to do.
Not just human, mind. Monkeys do it. And elephants. Pigs too.
Phew, thank goodness Abigail has a great sense of humour and she knows how much I love her. Isn't that right? :-P
Anyway, enough of that tomfoolery (which, I think, will be my first son's name. Mr T. Foolery Benton). Abbey's friend Gail has just asked to see a picture of me. And being Mr. Vanity, that's an idea that I like (so, Gail, what do you look like, hmm?). But - I know for a fact that good ol' blogspot will not host any images on my behalf. And so, here's a shout-out - anyone know of any free website/FTP services that can hold a significant amount of space? I wanna whack my short film on their too - which reminds, everyone's been complaining about the sound. Very sad. Jeremy, if you're reading (bet you aren't), there's our downfall.
I could have a look myself - I think I've still got an old geocities website out there in the internet abyss (with some old old - inappropriate - old photos on it). Maybe I will some day. But not tonight, because it's late, and I gotta get up early tomorrow. I need to call some people. Some good people.
OR
If someone here can host the odd image, I'd be happy to send it and provide a link.
OR
If people want to e-mail a request, ask and it will be given.
OR... just had a thought...
Try this website I started a while ago. Theoretically I can put some photos there... I'll work on it! Anyway, I think this'll work - taken by Abbey. I'm top left. Photo of Sam and his fwiends.
So, hope that makes people happier, for now. I'll put more up if people ask. But I'd still be keen for some space for my film! No hurry on that, though. Heh.
Man, I've gotta call a whole bunch of random, important people about a Summer job tomorrow. That really intimidates me. I'm not a phone person. Still, with a lot of prayer, I may get through it. Philippians 4:13... you may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not, not much.
Oh no, I think I said too much... hmm, 'Losing My Religion'. Never really thought much about that title before.
So hey, who knows Les Miserables? My all time, favourite, best, all-time coolest, funnest, favouritest musical of all time in the history of the world! Well, okay, second favourite, it's definately behind Rent. Anyhoo... back at school, we BEGGED them to do it. That or Grease. But they said nooooo, we'll never do that as a school production, it won't work! I think you know where this is going. I'll be seeing it on Friday night, I think, with my old friends. And the worst part is, one of us, one of our friends, who is maybe 19, he's IN it! THey asked him to be in it! If I were in Wellington then, I would have demanded that I be in it too! I would have given my all! You don't understand! I could have had class! I could have been a contender! I could have been somebody! Instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charlie.
Sorry, talking about acting makes me go all 'Brando'. Ah, Marlon. Is there a role you couldn't do?
Actually, I think he' s a little beyond doing Oliver, if you know what I mean. "Please, sir, can I have some more? More? MORE! GIMME SOME MORE GRUEL! What do I look like, an ORPHAN here??? Look at me, I NEED FOOD!" I had a dream about him last night, y'know. That's right, there were seven old Marlon Brandos, standing by a river. All of a sudden, seven of the "On the Waterfront"-era Brandos came out of the river, and they each ATE the present-day Marlon Brandos. I tell you, if anyone can interpret a dream like that, I'll make him my second in command!
And then I woke up. I shouldn't have had all that cheese.
Why do birds suddenly appear everytime I am near?
I think it's because I'm COVERED IN WORMS! And I didn't know how to start this blog. Oh well. Yeah, got a haircut, woo. Went to see my Dad be Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady, woo! He was actually really good, and it was fun, though I know that show too well. Went to The Street (church), met my cousin there with her husband, woo! Met the pastor, who was a teacher at my school, woo!
I can't do this. I can't tell people what I've done today because it's dull. What I'm going to do is more interesting, and more what I ought to be focusing on. And what I'm thinking. I'm quite tired, which is very peculiar. My parents must have switched to decaf. Maybe I need some food. Might nuke some pizza.
And what's with people always ending blogs or e-mails at the end of a sentence? That is *so* cliched and conventional. I'm gonna do something really radical, and
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Ah, overcast Wellington.
So hey, where're all the comments, people? Hmm? This blog may go slower over the next 10 days that I'm in Wgtn on my folks' computer, doing other stuff. Or, it may go faster (grimace). So check this baby out:
I'm off to get a haircut.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Friday morning.
And I need to pack. Got an 11am lecture, a 12:45 movie (Finding Nemo), a 4:15 car trip, and a 7pm flight back to Wellington. Which my Aunt and Uncle may be on, how cool is that? That's my day. I wonder if I should bring my DV to Wellington. Ten days... I hardly used it last time, and that was for about 17 days. Decisions. We'll see if it fits.
Everytime I look at my website name, I think of "Day in, Day out" by D. Bowie. Because it starts: "She was born in a handbag..." and then it continues with... ah... other words. And I'm pretty sure none of those words are "jam". Interesting fact, hmm? Tell the others.
Sooo... hey, you know all those scary apocalyptic virus movies, that start out with a few people dying mysteriously, then everyone dies except for a handful, who don't have a happy time? Like "The Stand" - which I still love - and "28 Days Later"? Check it out: Mystery illness in Dunedin sparks nationwide alert. We're all in big trouble... lucky I'm leaving town! Hehe.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
JS Online: Healing by faith is dangerous medicine
JS Online: Healing by faith is dangerous medicine
Ouch. This guy seriously rips into... into... Pentacostalism? I dunno. But it's not nice, nor is it informed. The minister who "killed" the boy has been ordered not to "exorcise" any more as a bail condition, and the church says they will keep doing it (without the minister). This interests me.
So I tried the tongue in cheek thing. It worked, surprisingly well. Our lecturer was explaining how inner-ears work, and Carmi made a comment about how she looked like she was dancing a jig... and the rest of the lecture was spent alternating between laughing, sticking my tongue into my cheek, and yawning (or trying to!). So that was fun.
I'm going home to Wellington tomorrow. Mixed feelings, but I think it'll be cool.
Ooh, Finding Nemo advanced screenings are tomorrow... I really wanna see it (mostly because of its popularity), and I'm hoping I'll like it. I wish I liked animated movies more. Ah well, we'll see... I think I can see it before my flight tomorrow, if Jeremy (or anyone else - Ab?) is keen.
STUFF: HEALTH - STORY : New Zealand's leading news and information website
STUFF: HEALTH - STORY : Cumbie Meningitis Scare This one's basically just a shout-out to Katie. Hi! Thanks for telling me that it's the 'labret' - the fleshy bit between the lip and the chin. Of course, that's where you can get piercings, mmm. Think I'll pass. Plus, I'll probably forget it's called a labret in eight minutes. At least I know who to ask, eh babe?
Just noticed that Abbey posted a huge meaty update. Makes one feel a little... inadequate, that does. Well, it makes me feel better that Mars was closer at 9:51pm last night than it had been in 60,000 years (supposedly) or will be in 284 years. Pity it was pouring and cloudy.
Cell Group rocked last night, I don't know what to say. Youth Pastor Steve led a discussion on the Holy Spirit, and boy, was He ever there! Anything I said wouldn't do it justice, so I'll leave it there. Although it's worth mentioning that it'll be interesting to see what happens now.
Love you all.
Ananova - Minister charged over autistic boy's church service death
Ananova - Minister charged over autistic boy's church service death
Worth an update... the pastor was practically kneeling on the kid, giving him severe bruising. Scary for all involved!
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
I am sooo tired.
But it's my own fault, so that's okay. 5 am prayer rocked - sitting in my bed with four awesome people, praying to our Heavenly Father, proving that there is no such thing as an ungodly hour to the morning... and then 7 am pancakes... yay! And then three coffees, then lectures, then nap, then coffee and pie. Now blog. Now not sure what to do. Y'all know that feeling, sometimes? Boredom, but not quite. There are things I could do, but none of them scream 'do me!' so I'm just waiting for something to do. Hang on, I guess writing this is doing something... huh.
Cell group tonight, that'll be fun. A combined cell, with the Youth Pastor from church leading the discussion. All in my room again. Will I stay awake? Stay tuned!
Thanks to all who checked out my blog - I know most of you will probably not check it regularly, but that's fine. There's a lot to read! Abbey mentioned a good point... if I post irregularly, people might miss out on one or two posts, which would be tragic! Yeah, tongue quite firmly in cheek. Which makes me think... what on earth does that mean? How do you talk with your tongue in your cheek? I must know.
So I found out. Commonly believed to derive from an acting term - "He said the line with his tongue in his cheek to keep from exploding with laughter" (kinda like biting your tongue, but with less... er... bite) - it actually dates to 1748 where it was fashionable to signal contempt for someone by making a bulge in your cheek with your tongue. By 1842, the term had acquired its modern, ironic sense. Hmm. I guess it's still kidna used contemptuously, in the "you're a spastic" sense... except that's with the tongue in front of the teeth. Which makes me wonder what that fleshy area under your lips, above your chin, between your cheeks is called. We'll leave that til another time.
God Bless.
Hi, everyyyyyyy-buddy!
I thought I'd welcome you (yep, you) to my blog, now that I've finally told people! But I haven't told everyone, so spread the word. I think I'll tell my folks, and sis, in a few days. Maybe. So, welcome!
BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Boy's 'exorcism' death ruled homicide
BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Boy's 'exorcism' death ruled homicide
An interesting story... I don't really know what to say about that. Anyone got any thoughts?
Been a bit busy lately, and boy am I tired. Still, don't have much time to write, I gotta go to class... and read my Bible for today and last night... Eep!
Yes, 'Eep'.
Monday, August 25, 2003
Pretentious? Watashi?
Ah... not many people will get that either. But that's okay. See, I was just reading my last post, which was... er... earlier today (BAD habit to get into, Sam, BAD!), and I noticed what every one of the four paragraphs started with. Oh boy. I don't want a pretentiously personal blog.
Hey, this is my own blog, right? So nobody here can stop me from quoting Rent!
To loving tension,
No pension,
To more than one dimension.
To starving for attention,
Hating convention,
Hating pretention,
Not to mention - of course - hating dear old Mom and Daaaad!
I needed that.
I also need to tell people where this site is. Can I be bothered waiting until the mid-semester break? Five days... five... maybe. You'll find out soon enough, eh? Hah!
Anyway, I'm sure I had something more to say... been studying, but not enough. Whup-de-doo. I see your care-o-meters rising. Me mate J. and I are working on a new film, did you know that? No, probably not. But we're still in the planning stage. We've got a story outline, and the characters are coming together. So yeah, be happy. I'd tell you the working title, but that'd spoil the entire plot. :-)
I really need to buy some CD cleaner. Some actual CD cleaner. To clean my CDs with.
Okay, so do I study now, or do I go e-mail people, telling them about my blog? Um... study! Ha!
So... am I ready?
I just realised what an effort it'd be to tell everyone about my blog. Who do I tell? Who don't I tell? Hehe, it's all fun. But is the site ready? Yimminy, I dunno. Ready for what? What do I want it to be? I had thought about whacking my short film up somewhere, but I can't do that here. Maybe I'll add a link up there to the right. Hmm.
I was about to write 'These last few days have been days of real soul-searching'. Then I thought, no, it's been this whole semester. This whole year! But it's really been my whole life, so yeah. Tautology, anyone? But they have, there's a lot going on in my head and heart at the moment. About my future, and where it's taking me.
I wonder if I'm thinking about this because my stereo is currently spitting out the Lennon/Bowie joint "Fame". Heh, ironic. I used to dream of being famous - most of us did, right? In fact, until recently, I thought it would happen - not that I really cared too much. I don't think it will any more. I don't know what will happen, but I think I've got as much chance of being famous as your regular Joe. But I'll be different. And significant. Which is more important to me, I reckon. I'll be famous in God's eyes.
I wonder where He's taking me.
Sunday, August 24, 2003
Well...
Nothing to say. I'm still fine-tuning this baby. I've told one (1) person now, Katie. I hope she doesn't tell anyone else, yet. Didn't give her the address, although if she looks hard enough, she'll find it... heh, oh well. I'll be telling people pretty soon, anyhow.
Umm... hmm.
Firstly, it's www.enetation.co.uk, not .com as I said below.
Secondly... where's the comments link? Grah! Well, their websites say they may be down a bit this weekend, so I guess I can give a little grace. But it better be working tomorrow! Hehe.
Comments?
Testing to see if this new comments gizmo works (plug: www.enetation.com - I think!). So, now you can all comment on my... oh. Well, once you know about my blog, you'll be able to comment on it! Yaaay!
I said yaaaay!
Ah, fuggedaboutit. ;-)
Holy cow, it worked!
'nuff said.
Not quite, actually. Holy cow? Maybe a Christian shouldn't use that phrase. Almost as much as they shouldn't say "Oh my God!" Almost wrote G_d there for a second and then I realised... 'Hang on, no, I'm NOT Jewish. Not today.'
This is fun. Even if I know no-one is reading it. I am. Uh-oh, some-one's coming!
Irony...
I have a blog which I have told nobody about, and I'm stressing that I can't get it to appear on a webpage.
But see, there may be someone who reads this eventually, through the archives, once I've told people about the blog... if so, HI, future friend! How's it going? What's it like in the future, is your brain in a robot body or something? With the strength of FIVE GORILLAS? Hehe. Three people get that joke. Wave if you do!
God bless.
Saturday, August 23, 2003
You know what annoys me? What really annoys me? Writing something big and then losing it. I wonder if there's some form of psychoanalytic parallel to that. Something like I've accidentally destroyed a part of myself. Or something to do with emotional investment. Anyway... damn.
Here we go, then
And I reckon I'll start on a low note, because I am not entirely sure why I'm starting a blog. Is it because of Abbey's? Partly. I was always (well, since Abbey suggested it mid-year this year - '03) been planning to have a Summer blog, to keep everyone up to date... most of my friends remember the monster mass-emails I unleashed last Summer. Guess I just love having friends. But why now? Why now, especially when I consider them so... pretentious? I'm not sure. On an actually unrelated note, Katie launched her own blog today.
I guess I'm a little worried that this will be like the cell-phone thing (which many people remember from last summer too) - not wanting to join the fad until absolutely necessary. Which it almost is.
Still, on the plus side (he quickly concludes, rushing out the door to see a movie...), I won't be telling anyone about this blog for a while... Hehe.