jayseven

I will indeed put them on my list I like the idea of the musical element being used with full knowledge of their potential for fantastical persuasion, and I think I would very much be able to enjoy that sort of film. I'm all for escapism, but it needs to be plausible enough for me to indulge myself... or at least to some degree. I think musicals like the blues brothers (not sure if it was mentioned? I know blood brothers was..) and little pet shop of horrors appeal slightly more because they appear to be approaching the genre in a way that isn't... well, sort of 'innocent' or indeed naive. The music I appreciate is through intensity, not mundanity (if that's even a word) or generalisations. I like the sound of "Hedwig~", and indeed I'd heard nothing of it before. We're working on discovering a decent rental shop, and that will be one of the first on the list

Perhaps it is this spectacle element that I don't feel connected to. The obvious nature of it, and the blatant emotion that it is trying to convey just doesn't cut it for me. I mean, do any of the songs make you swing from one emotion to another, or are they just an extended metaphor for a single feeling? Sure, it's awesome that you can sustain a feeling for teh 5-minutes the song/dance lasts... but I always end up thinking "but couldn't they have done way more with 5 minutes of other cinema trickery?" As I said before, I really, really believe I'm just missing the point. I sit and listen to the songs in musicals and just think "crap, I'm not approaching this correctly". I'm not quite sure how the music masks the creative process -- in this context we treat masking as some sort of bad thing - it appears to be a negative element in my eyes. Of course, films like Grease would simply not be Grease if it wasn't a musical - I can understant that, but I can't understand why that's the case. I don't know. It's just that nobody breaks into sing-and-dance in real life. I don't know why I can't get past that. A piece of music is just so manufactured, so.. created and I can't get past the intention, the way it's utterly non-ambiguous. You can't interpret musicals more than one way... or at least that's my own interpretation :P

I think it's that integrity that troubles me. If a song was transmogrified into dialogue, what effects would be lost? Musicals by nature bypass any reality element, do they not?

Surely, that is beyond the topic at hand? So how do you define a musical? Does it require a certain number of songs, of just a single song, or what? Do disney films even count as a musical?

oh yeah? Let battle commence...

Crunching becomes an elongated cycle of whooshing and jarring, like some washing machine sloping down a hill sideways. The wobbles of my reflections ceased telling the truth a long time ago, and any yarbles cast my way have long since missed their target. It was a question of honesty - well, it was once. Nowadays, it was more a question of pride, of social placement and how well you wanted to fit in. The wallpaper puzzled glances just over the roof of your head, promising insight into entire realms freshly awakened to your sense of need. There was no reason. There was never any particular stressor that activated your thought train, that motivated your mental mission to discover what they were thinking. You just decided in a split-second of a shard of time that it was necessary to dispel the flip-flops of conversation, and instead shoe-horn the flippers of intrigue onto your feet. The radius was not small, but still not many people noticed the impact as you dove into this fresh pasture of carelessness. Splaying your words and splicing their meaning, you shackled the ears nearby to the slurs of indignity. You promised the audience a grain of truth, and yet you harvested nought but insecurities, bound by little more than a whisper away from your tired lips. Focus was no longer passing through you, nor attained by whimsical, nonsensical motions, but by a flow of feeling, of truth and honesty that was exchanged without inflation, without a chinese whisper, without flaw from one being to the other. I look to you. I ponder, I pause. Squints of spasms escape my palms, as smiles are transferred between us. Between the lines we embrace in unity, and observe as others pretend to know what we mean. Alike in our differences, with no need to profess or elaborate. Curtains for bedsheets spurring new innuendos for those amongst us to manhandle, as we watch on and plan escape routes uncalled for, and twist the sublime into manacles, armed and dancing to the ignorant. You bottle your prospects as I drink mine away. You throw a rhythm out to the waiting faces, cherub-plucked and free, and observe their evasiveness, their ease in simply conducting their lives without obscurity, without requiring any slatted blinds to conceal or protect. Is it care-free, or is it naivity? Are we sitting here, falsely connected through ungrounded kinship? The seats lower, leaving legs to wobble their way towards sorrowless fluids - liquid that would spell out your true desires if only for a morsal to be savoured before you chase the dreams uncovered. You sit, and listen, nodding into the background. "If I could fly, I'd burn my wings" is etched upon the surface.

Well I will see you tomorrow then :P I've nearly finished my bottle of vodka, so nyer - and it's my internet's problem, not anything else.8mb connection? Pure Fucking Lies.

Blink 182 remind me of this house party... basically my best friend ended up sharing a bed with the host of the party - his girlfriend's best friend... And the next morning the host came to me and was all "omg he touched me" and I was like "well DUH what did you think was going to happen" and the girlfriend was downstairs playing Blink on a CD player all sad and tearful... It sparked a 9-month weirdness, i can assure you. Huge meta-triangles of complexity to do with trust and knowledge, usually with me in the middle. Good times, good times.

Want to compare units? That's not an innuendo :P This isn't really a woman thing. I think my relationship just served as an excuse to feel whatever way I did. As for halo co-op... well dude srsly - I have the next 3 days to do so, so just PM me whenever you want to do it. As for 3 - I can't dl much as I seem to be downloading at approx. 5kB/s. EDIT: As for a new girl coming along...well I believe that one has to truly not care if a potential partner is coming along before one does. I'm too aware at the moment, and I am trusting in my 5-year plan...

Ugh, man, don't talk to me about depression. I don't know whether to add a winkey smiley at the end of that or not... but seriously... UGH. I'm just so tired of everything. I keep on hooking all my hope and faith onto the summer yet to come, as if everything will magically start working out. I know at some point in the next 14 days I'm going to start panicking, and tidy my room then start getting books out of the library, but recently I've realised that immersing myself in my work is just distraction. I'm a sad person, and anything I do is just to make myself forget my position constantly. I don't know the last time I've been truly happy. It sickens me that I'm so fucking emo sometimes, but it overflows just that little bit too much into the 'truth' pile. I keep telling myself I'm actually worth something, that I can do something, yet I constantly find myself held back by trying to be a good citizen, waiting for my future-self to come along and fix everything, and fit into everything. I get pissed off at time passing, and when it doesn't pass at all. I get pissed off at my lack of concentration on anything for more than two days at a time. I get pissed for no reason at all beside it being something to do, and I don't feel bad about it because I'd just be sitting here, sober, with nothing to do, when being drunk at least lets me be honest with myself. What is the solution? What do you do when you realise there is none? What is there that's worth living for, besides pure curiousity of what's to come next? I fool myself every day into believing that I'm worth something, that everyone has something to teach me and that I have something to give back. Anything I do is purely done so I can cross it off of my list of "possible things I ought to be doing right now". I keep wondering just what my life would be like if I kicked it all in. How long could I survive without any effort? Well so far I've survived 21 years... But knowing that everything I do now contributes to the choices I have available in the future just fucking pressures me into doing anything, without knowing just what it is I really ought to be doing. Gah. Whatever.

You're utterly right - I am indeed being naive. I'm overlooking a problem because I simply don't have to deal with it, and it doesn't affect me... And that's wrong of me. I like to play devil's advocate and say that the blood service (.. ok so I don't know the correct label to call them by...) isn't being homophobic, just safe, because I genuinely don't think such an established part of society would act in such a way... But I do agree with you that it is unfair to blanket ban any sector of the populus in such a way. I just simply don't know how they could refine the rules to be more accurate in what they deem dangerous - because I am not an all-knowing agent in the goings-on. I don't know what tests they do perform on the blood or what tests they don't, so I can't honestly say what blood is fit or not. I'm a little drunk so I won't be making much sense, nor will I be drawing fair comparisons - I just want to say that I agree that the system is unfair currently, but I don't know whether or not they are justified in any way, shape or form for what they are doing. I do not wish to lay my preferences one side of the fence or the other because I cannot weigh or judge their reasons thanks to a lack of knowledge or understanding on what actually counts as important. I have no idea what tests they do perform on the blood before it is used, nor what tests they wish to do but cannot due to time constraints. I would like to think (and I'm sure it is naive of me to do so) that they aren't bigoted and simply banning people from donating because they disagree with their creed (as surely if that was the case there would be tariffs on who could receive blood), and I would like to believe they have their reasons, whatever they may be. So yeah... :|

haha, awesome Well I think we'll have another round of BISHing like this pretty much straight afterwards. I have to ask; do people think it's working the way it is, or should we have it done so that everyone submits their entries on the same day? My little tester of interest was the newspaper dated teh last day of the comp, and only one person got that. I was thinking of shortening the contest, maybe have me as the chief and judge of the proceedings... And do we think the scoring system works? We've definitely had more compulsive players this time round, but do we have enough to have a league system working? I do not know Please, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Ah, ok, it's a sympathetic thing. Ok, I can understand the appeal Just in movies (particularly movies) I like my emotions to be toyed with by other aspects of the narrative, and I just find the singing too exaggerated. With sweeny todd the songs felt... well not like songs. I was just thinking "well they should either have a kick-ass song or just say what they mean, as singing just bamboozles me". I honestly feel like I'm just missing out on a huge chunk of cinema :/

Hey now, I'm on your side I think the more blood we can donate the better - I don't know any facts or figures, but I trust the blood service are doing what they deem appropriate given whatever the situation is currently. The increase in STIs in heterosexuals is to do with africa primarily, right? Well africans aren't allowed to give blood either :/ I don't think it's comparable to what you say about women - they do have sanctions on the minimum you must weigh if you need to give blood though. And a temporary block on piercings.

Scores so far, in no particular order. jayseven: 30 + 15 + 670 + 310 + 120 + 150 + 160 = 1455 Letty: 15 + 15 + 540 + 150 + 150 + 290 = 1160 Rummy: 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 670 + 470 + 460 + 170 + 160 = 2035 Shorty: 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 15 + 30 + 30 + 530 + 310 + 290 + 150 + 160 = 1620 bluey: 15 + 390 + 150 + 140 + 160 = 855 welsh_gamer: 270 + 170 = 440 Dyson: 150 = 150 Twozzok: 150 = 150 Dan: 150 = 150 *Numberplates 15pts each, Statue imitations 30pts each. Rummy I'm afraid I didn't accept all of your numberplates as some aren't nerdy enough (xtc..) People who need to mark their BISH list, otherwise I will deduct 50pts and do it myself. OH YES. conzer coolness Bears daniel dyson haggis maddog nightwolf stefkov tellyn thirtynine. Welsh_Gamer

Domstercool's entry = win, for it's the only musical mentioned (besides blood brothers) which I'd actually like to see. I hate musicals. I don't 'get' the whole point of singing. The song takes up 5 minutes. The film could be covered in a quarter of the time (looks at Sweeny Todd) and I wouldn't be bored. What is it that you (anyone) like about them?

It's 4 months, I think, for the blood to re-supply itself in the body. Yeah, the whole anti-gay thing - it's a shame that they have to blanket a whole bunch of people, but it's the "safe" thing to do when stocks are low and they don't have time to test all the blood. I've only given blood once so far... but back in Brighton the blood service keeps sending me mail every week or so telling me about more blood drives going on around the place -- which, of course I can't go to, seeing as I'm miles away. I told them about my relocation and that I'd be happy to get the mail up here, but I think they're fairly attached to chopping down a tree a week and bombarding my old letterbox. I have a 'dream' to be brave enough to organise a blood drive at uni. Would be awesome -- "Hands up if you've ever saved someone's life?", then use my prepared comebacks to any witty-shit-heads who think they're funny, then convince the whole uni to donate, then be the world leader! A few stages missing in that; but primarily, I'm too scared :P

... Er, yes, thank you for the, er... attention? I will make a note to wear a fondle-proof cup on the meet... Just back from teh cinema, and none of us can really tell what to make of the movie... Worth a rent I guess? Also decided to drink some Vodkat (>_<) and redbull tonight during a game of fluxx. LIVING IT LARGE. Oh, yes.

Bah, I was using it way before you... Just neer figured out how to do it on anything besides xsorbit :P Apparantly I'm about to do something today! Off t'see Be Kind Rewind n'shit.

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thank you for the useless, lousy information. Now I can add humour to my post in so many different ways! shit.

OK my tallying now; Front page of a newspaper dated "20th February 2008" rummy (170) A ransom note (with mismatched cut-out letters and shit) letty, bluey, rummy, shorty (140 each) A Clown I suppose this required too much effort? Kumquats (x4) Nobody. I did learn that they're out of season :/ Someone lying on some grass, face down. (inspired by this picture) letty, shorty, rummy (150 each) Totals for jayseven's BISH list Rummy: 460 Letty: 290 Shorty: 290 Bluey: 140 ... Looks to me like Rummy's gonna be way-out front

Ho ho! I see what you did there Well good luck with it all Hey now, you know that if you ever need attention all you need to do is kill yourself* swing your penis about. MY DAY SO FAR. Well... I woke up. That's about it. Can't decide when I should start drinking... *Will someone tell me please how to do the scribe-line thing on these boards?

I dread falling asleep on planes or trains. On planes I always feel so goddamn weird waking up - all uncomfortable, air-con blasting at me, legs dying... it's probably the whole "i was last conscious hundreds of miles away" thing that gets me the most. But yeah, sleeping around other people that I don't know... Can't :P It's bad enough when I'm camping that i worry I'll snore and others will know it's me. Fell asleep in a hospital once, waiting for my appointment. It was during my 'dress like a hobo' days (yes I know; if you saw me now you'd never believe I ever left that period, but trust me..) so yeah, got weird looks. Drifted off on picnics with my ex before. Simply awesome way to wake up though. *stabs own eyeballs at memories*

On my CV I put my greatest achievement as "winning 2nd prize in a beauty contest in monopoly". I got the job! \o/