I'm sorry but Pringles is a disgraceful thing to call a dog that beautiful, with her eyelashes like tiny bronze darts. The globby wet imprint of her tongue on the concrete after each bite. The long pause after the quick gulp. My blue skirt twisting to the left. What shade of grey to her?

lolwhut?

One of my teachers at university mentioned Saramago, recently, and I just learned that there is now a movie inspired by/adapted from José Saramago's 'Blindness'.

I have not read that; to me he is the author of 'The Cave' and 'The Gospel According to Jesus Christ'. I probably shouldn't set down this question without doing basic research (...googling) first, but is it possible that a more powerful and grounded (haa) novel about Jesus-the-person exists? Naturally such a work must be written by an atheist (she said, pompously). I read it after I read Kazantzakis's 'The Last Temptation' and made a favourable comparison to it. In Saramago, there is a scene where Jesus is sitting in the boat in the middle of a lake with God and the Devil, and there he finds out that it's all the same, essentially. It was electric. And... great, now I can't remember if it was Kazantzakis or Saramago who came up (or did they? Perhaps there is an entire school of Bible scholars in official or unofficial capacity who believe this) with the brilliant idea - one I am deeply sympathetic to - that, hey, that Judas fellow may not have been a traitor at all. (I remember reading elsewhere that thirty pieces of silver was an awfully meagre amount even at that point in history.)

I need to buy my own copy of each book, I can't believe I haven't in all these years.




In other news, I have also learned that Ciara is working on a triple-album named 'Fantasy Ride'.


Yes, that single sentence was pretext enough to justify posting a PICTURE OF CIARA.

I are shallow.

Ah ye drunk ye drunk ye silly old fool

One of the first cds I ever owned (and to date I own very few of the things) was a Dubliners 'greatest hits' collection. The Dubliners remain one of my favourite bands, and I have recently begun to listen to them again. The one song I keep returning to, though, is 'Seven Drunken Nights'. In it the protagonist returns home thoroughly plastered every night only to find some foreign item in his house. Each of these items belongs in fact to a stranger the man's wife is having an affair with. The wife has an explanation ready for these mysterious objects - objects ranging from a horse to the other man's head itself - and the man, being thoroughly plastered, notes the discrepancies ("a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before") but accepts these explanations. Oh the way it is sung by Ronnie Drew. Never fails to make me laugh.

In the Dubliners song, only five days of the week are accounted for. As a young'un I didn't particularly care to find out why, but now I know. Weekends are not for the prudish.

It was only a few days ago, however, that I discovered that there is a video for this song. And the video features some very crude clay model animation. I am currently obsessed with making ugly little plasticine people and monsters, so the entire thing is a double treat for me.

As it happens,

I really have nothing to say right now except for the fact that i love John Carpenter's 'The Thing'. I love it very much. Watched of a late summer afternoon w/legs crossed at ankles on a spring-hobbled, lump-ridden sofa, alone at home, it is i realise a creature comfort: all those discomforting creatures, and Kurt Russell being generally badass & adorable under that incongruous cowboy hat. Splatter, ooze, don't rinse, repeat.

I have been looking for stills of my favourite moments, but the internet has failed me. Miserably. You will have to recall or imagine the one where someone attempts a bit of perfectly well-meaning defibrillation on someone else and the chest collapses and slimy alien jaws thrust up and go crunch. Look Ma, no hands.