In anticipation of being busy for my new semester of university studies, and thus an expected lack of motivation to publish any new posts, I am providing another potentially interesting post. Potentially. If you think the potential is not so great, then leave. You have no time for me. Winner.
And so, with a shining new era (tiptoeing nearer), I present the latest of my " ... of The Post" posts. It may or may not be the last post for quite a while. Who knows?
Quote of The Post: "The first man to see an illusion by which men have flourished for centuries surely stands in a lonely place."
It seems true enough, doesn't it? If you were the only person to notice something that other people had never seen despite their proximity to it, then it sure would make you wonder about Stuff. Would you really want to tell people that they lived by illusion all their lives? Would they believe you if you did tell them? Perhaps not saying anything is all that will save you from being burnt at the stake. A little sad, no?
Movie of The Post: Children of Men
This is a really good movie. From the acting, the story, to the subtle nature of the futurism shown throughout. It really is a movie that I enjoy. I don't like telling the premise of a story like I did for 25th Hour, so I'm not gonna do it here. This movie has action, drama, and a touch of romance. If that appeals to you in any way, catch this flick.
Song of The Post: Lavinia - The Veils
This could be an acquired taste for some. I hope you like it. I do. A song by my Band of The Year 2010, although this song is not on the album that propelled The Veils into that position. This song was present on their debut album for your enjoyment, so don't disappoint them. Or you can. The choice is yours to make. This version is the video edit, because all the album versions had "Embedding disabled by request" and I am not of the skill level to break through that defence.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Finding Beauty In Negative Spaces
So, it does turn out that whenever The Stars is updated, said update coincides with a bout of utter Boredom. In order to make this a smidgen more interesting, I've decided that I will attempt to add some lines, movies and music to the scene. Obviously if there is no one paying attention to this but me, it will be only I who gains any satisfaction out of this attempt. You have been warned.
Quote of The Post: "Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost."
Because, well, if you don't you will have regrets. And regret isn't pretty. Lots of things aren't pretty, to be honest. But at least you can avoid regret, given the right actions. You can't make the Fiat Multipla pretty, short of closing your eyes or turning away. So be happy with what you can change and make your life pretty. (That came out a little strong. The word "pretty", I mean. Don't judge me!)
Movie of The Post: 25th Hour
If you know me, then it really shouldn't come as a surprise that a movie starring Edward Norton is a movie I like (although "The Hulk", "The Italian Job" and "Pride and Glory" weren't exactly great).
This movie centers on a man's final 24 hours of freedom before he begins a 7 year jail term. He spends his time with family and friends, thinking about his choices and the position they've placed him in.
It's my Movie of The Post, of course I'd recommend this for a viewing!
Song of The Post: Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons
First off, music is music, you'll either like this, not like this, or be undecided. I'm not going to convince you to like it just because I like it. Secondly, I'm under the impression that Mumford & Sons are the band all the cool kids are into these days. I'm not trynna be a cool kid. I like this song because it is good. Not because people will think I'm cool for saying I like it. But then again, if you know me, you know that too. Moving on, I've finally discovered Embedding Magic, so without greater preamble, The Music!
Quote of The Post: "Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost."
Because, well, if you don't you will have regrets. And regret isn't pretty. Lots of things aren't pretty, to be honest. But at least you can avoid regret, given the right actions. You can't make the Fiat Multipla pretty, short of closing your eyes or turning away. So be happy with what you can change and make your life pretty. (That came out a little strong. The word "pretty", I mean. Don't judge me!)
Movie of The Post: 25th Hour
If you know me, then it really shouldn't come as a surprise that a movie starring Edward Norton is a movie I like (although "The Hulk", "The Italian Job" and "Pride and Glory" weren't exactly great).
This movie centers on a man's final 24 hours of freedom before he begins a 7 year jail term. He spends his time with family and friends, thinking about his choices and the position they've placed him in.
It's my Movie of The Post, of course I'd recommend this for a viewing!
Song of The Post: Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons
First off, music is music, you'll either like this, not like this, or be undecided. I'm not going to convince you to like it just because I like it. Secondly, I'm under the impression that Mumford & Sons are the band all the cool kids are into these days. I'm not trynna be a cool kid. I like this song because it is good. Not because people will think I'm cool for saying I like it. But then again, if you know me, you know that too. Moving on, I've finally discovered Embedding Magic, so without greater preamble, The Music!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Dweller On The Threshold
I recently discovered that I had the beginning of an old draft blog post that has been hiding from me. So, without further ado, I present you with the Lost Blog Post, all the way from 11 March 2009.
"Seeing as I've been living in the equivalent of "Sea Haven", everyone should know by now that I am in Year 13, my final year of school. And I have to say that it has got me thinking somewhat (not about school work, you sick excuse for a blind bat!)."
I must admit that I have no idea what "Sea Haven" is, nor what I meant by its use above. I even googled it to see if I could make sense of it. I couldn't.
I guess that means I really am a little bit crazy. Especially because it's an indication that I can't even keep up with myself. But maybe that's why even I find my earlier posts more interesting than my more recent ones. Maybe I've lost the crazy? Maybe it doesn't matter either way. Besides, Gnarls Barkley has enough crazy for the rest of us, and I could still do with going down a notch or three.
Interestingly enough, and while we are on the topic of crazy, I completed this post under the old draft post. When I published it, it went to 11 March 2009, as if it had always been there. That is rather odd. This is the repost of that post (although this whole paragraph is a new one) thus ensuring it gets to officially be the newest blog post on The Stars.
"Seeing as I've been living in the equivalent of "Sea Haven", everyone should know by now that I am in Year 13, my final year of school. And I have to say that it has got me thinking somewhat (not about school work, you sick excuse for a blind bat!)."
I must admit that I have no idea what "Sea Haven" is, nor what I meant by its use above. I even googled it to see if I could make sense of it. I couldn't.
I guess that means I really am a little bit crazy. Especially because it's an indication that I can't even keep up with myself. But maybe that's why even I find my earlier posts more interesting than my more recent ones. Maybe I've lost the crazy? Maybe it doesn't matter either way. Besides, Gnarls Barkley has enough crazy for the rest of us, and I could still do with going down a notch or three.
Interestingly enough, and while we are on the topic of crazy, I completed this post under the old draft post. When I published it, it went to 11 March 2009, as if it had always been there. That is rather odd. This is the repost of that post (although this whole paragraph is a new one) thus ensuring it gets to officially be the newest blog post on The Stars.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Part 1
Blinding whiteness and an incredibly painful pounding in my head was the only awareness that I had. I couldn't possibly say for how long I was subjected to that torture - my gage of passing time was non-existent. It could have been seconds, hours, days even. For me, it felt like an eternity of pain.
I saw flashes of moments I assumed were my memories, but they were always too rapid for me to concentrate on. A dull green blur, something dark, then blinding whiteness again.
It was all in my mind, at least I hoped it was. My retinas surely would have burnt out if I'd actually seen this light. Maybe they had, but I had no way of knowing for sure. I thought that I'd been getting used to it because I didn't feel as sore as I had before. It was possible that I had lost my mind, as I began to realise that the brightness was dimming and the pain diminishing.
***
A hand belonging to the young man lying in the steel framed bed twitched. Nobody present noticed as they lay asleep in identical beds in rows around him. They too were unwanted and desperate, choosing this as their promising escape.
***
My eyes fluttered open, I blinked several times before I could see anything. I felt that I was lying in a bed – an uncomfortable one at that. I raised a hand to test my vision. There was something blurred on it. I tried moving my hand further away then closer again to adjust my focus. Just as it was becoming clearer, I heard a noise to my left and turned sharply to face it.
I saw flashes of moments I assumed were my memories, but they were always too rapid for me to concentrate on. A dull green blur, something dark, then blinding whiteness again.
It was all in my mind, at least I hoped it was. My retinas surely would have burnt out if I'd actually seen this light. Maybe they had, but I had no way of knowing for sure. I thought that I'd been getting used to it because I didn't feel as sore as I had before. It was possible that I had lost my mind, as I began to realise that the brightness was dimming and the pain diminishing.
***
A hand belonging to the young man lying in the steel framed bed twitched. Nobody present noticed as they lay asleep in identical beds in rows around him. They too were unwanted and desperate, choosing this as their promising escape.
***
My eyes fluttered open, I blinked several times before I could see anything. I felt that I was lying in a bed – an uncomfortable one at that. I raised a hand to test my vision. There was something blurred on it. I tried moving my hand further away then closer again to adjust my focus. Just as it was becoming clearer, I heard a noise to my left and turned sharply to face it.
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