Today....

I kinda don't WANT to make an "I hate St. Patrick's day" post.

However, it almost a yearly tradition, anyone who has been reading my blogs on the many different sites I've used over the last 4 years (The 1st ever blog post i made was this day 4yrs ago :D)

That said i saw my 1st St Patrick's Day parade today in over 12yrs, nice to know that thrash and kitch doesn't ONLY apply to small town Ireland parades.

All watched from the safety of my sitting room window, at last a pay off to living on the main streets of limerick.

I did notice that while many floats were "sponsored" a vast majority were infact just giant adverts for the company involved. An American friend of my flatemate said that it was so weird, as you would never see something like that in New York... fair enough I thought, they don't have Mr Binman in NYC.

Maybe im just not getting it.

That has to be it, maybe if i was in Italy this Thursday I'd see tons of pissed up Italians running round dressed up as Mario an Luigi celebrating THEIR national saint.... Nah wouldn't happen, yet that what we do.. well done Ireland, well done.

Still for those of you who DIDN'T over feed your kids with sugar and letting them run round like fucking tweaking speed monkeys while spraying green and gold hair spray all over the city and those without kids who decided it WASN'T gonna be a good idea to hit the pubs as soon as they opened dressed like a leprechaun and shouting at random strangers with the greeting of WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYY!!! then to ye all i say congratulations and Happy St Patrick's day, and here is MY way of feeling patriotic today:

A Rant

i posted this as a reply on a friends LJ about TWITTER, when i finished i thought, i might as well share with the rest of the class

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I dont get twitter, in fact through BEBO I have twitter feed from my friends.... Jesus wept some are as boring as fuck, every hour there is an update... "is sat in car from college"... "cant find the remote".... "found remote under couch"...."is watching friends for the millionth time".... "is off to bed"


dear
fucking
god

the pain of it all

we don't need to know these things, hell I don't need to know these things when I'm living with a person.

It seems to be blogging for idiots, idiots with mobile phones who can update any time and anywhere, because they feel SOMEHOW, their life is important enough that every aspect of it should be recorded for us to read about... I only want to read a step by step account of someone's life if the are doing something that I will never do, like climb mount Everest... well.. even that's gonna be repetitive..."started climbing..."took a break after 500ft"... "started to snow"... "is climbing again"... " i think i can see my house from here"

its too fucking much... there is a steady info stram coming from people... and what do we find... its a info drip.. and drips fucking annoy us if its their constantly, twitter is the internet version of Chinese water torture.

SOMEONE PLEASE CALL AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL!!!

Mine eyes, the doth offend me

Its nice to see someone who is nominated for an oscar in a magazine and know that if nothing else, i have better fashion sense.

seriously mickey, how many blows to the head did you take during your stint as a boxer??



Yes, it is a bitchy post, but come the fuck on... LOOK AT THAT PHOTO!!!

*Shudder*

Copied Wholesale

I do so love Charlie Brooker:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/nov/03/jonathan-ross-russell-brand

So it's here at last. The dawn of the dumb has broken in earnest. Two mistakes occur - first Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross overstep the mark with an ill-advised bit of juvenilia, then someone decides to broadcast it. Two listeners complained, but that's by the by: it shouldn't have gone out. But then the Daily Mail - not so much a newspaper as an idiot's guidebook issued in bite-size daily instalments - uses the incident as the starting point for a full-blown moral crusade. Suddenly everyone's complaining, whether they heard the broadcast or not, largely on the basis of hysterical, boggle-eyed descriptions of what the pair said. Poor Andrew Sachs, who, having been wronged, graciously accepted their apologies and called for everybody to move on, looked bewildered by the sheer number of cameras stuck in his face. Because, by then, apologies weren't enough.

The Mail was so incensed, it printed a full transcript of the answerphone prankery under the heading "Lest We Forget" - and helpfully included outtakes that weren't even broadcast, so its readers could be enraged by things no one had heard in the first place. This was like making a point about the cruelty of fox-hunting by ripping a live fox apart with your bare hands, then poking a rabbit's eye out with a pen for good measure.

And now, like a lion developing a taste for human flesh after munching on a bit of discarded leg, the paper is on the hunt for fresh victims. First up: Brand's Channel 4 comedy show Ponderland. Readers were treated to a blow-by-blow account of what kind of depravity they could expect to see if they tuned in that evening.

"As his closing joke, he performs a graphic mime of sexual acts on a butterfly."

Funniest. Daily Mail sentence. Ever.

Friday's paper included a rundown of other "obscenities" broadcast by the Beeb, which the paper fearlessly "uncovered" by recording some TV shows and writing down some of the jokes. To protect readers' sensibilities, all the rude words were sprinkled with asterisks, although since the Mail's definition of "rude" extends to biological terms such as "penis", it was a bit like gazing at an ASCII representation of a snowstorm on a ZX Spectrum circa 1983. Perhaps next week it will produce a free sheet of asterisk stickers for readers to plaster over their own genitals, lest they catch sight of them in a mirror and indignantly vomit themselves into a coma.

One of the shows singled out was an episode of the romcom Love Soup transmitted in April that, the Mail insisted, depicted a woman being raped by a dog. I didn't see the show myself, but I doubt you saw it going in or anything, because I don't recall seeing Mark Thompson hanging from a lamppost while an angry mob kicked Television Centre to pieces. Maybe we can "devolve" to that point in time for Christmas.

Still, if it's OK to be retrospectively enraged, why stop at April? Be ambitious! Keep going! There's an endless list of comedy shows that would qualify for the Mail's hall of shame. How about Monty Python, which in 1970 included a gloriously tasteless sketch about a man eating his mother's corpse, then puking the remains into a grave? If Python had been banned, we'd never have seen Fawlty Towers or heard of Andrew Sachs in the first place - problem solved. Steptoe and Son, Till Death Us Do Part, Porridge, Not the Nine O'Clock News, The Young Ones, Have I Got News For You, Blackadder, The Day Today, Little Britain, The Thick of It ... by the Mail's reckoning, each of those shows surely deserves a place on the list too. Hundreds of hours of laughter you'd never have had.

The sad, likely outcome of this pitiful gitstorm is an increase in BBC jumpiness. I have a vested interest in this, of course, because I've just started work on the next series of my BBC4 show Screen Wipe, on which we sometimes sail close to the wind. In the past, the BBC has occasionally stepped in to nix the odd line that oversteps the mark - as it should do, when parameters aren't out of whack.

But when the Beeb's under fire, those parameters can change. Last year, following the "fakery" scandals, we recorded a trailer for the series in which I mocked a BBC4 ident featuring footage of seagulls, by fooling around with a plastic seagull on a stick and muttering about how you couldn't trust anything on TV any more. Pure Crackerjack. But suddenly it couldn't be transmitted, due to "the current climate". So God knows how restrictive things might get over the coming months.

And that's just my basic, low-level gittery. If something as sublime and revolutionary as Python came along today, the Mail would try to kill it stone dead, and it'd rope in thousands of angry old idiots to help, all of them bravely marching to the Ofcom website to register their disgust. What a rush. Feel that pipsqueak throb of empowerment coursing through your starched and joyless veins! You've crushed some fun, and it feels good to be alive!

Perhaps it's time to put a "Complain to Ofcom" button right there on the remote control: if enough viewers press it, the show gets yanked immediately, like a bad variety act being pulled off stage by a shepherd's crook.

Or maybe, just maybe, it's time to establish "Counter-Complaints": a method of registering your complaint about the number of knee-jerk complaints. And one should cancel out the other - so if 25,000 people complain, and a further 25,000 counter-complain, the total number of complaints is zero. It might lead to a lot of fruitless button-mashing, but at least we can keep our shared national culture relatively sane. Because judging by the rest of the news, if the ship's going down, a few unrestricted taste-free laughs now and then might make things more bearable for all of us.

leave well enough alone

http://www.playbill.com/news/article/119764.html

John Waters to Pen Sequel to "Hairspray" Movie Musical

The film version of the Broadway musical Hairspray, which itself was based on the original John Waters film, was such a hit that New Line Cinema has asked Waters to pen a sequel to the movie musical.

Variety reports that the project will reunite Waters with Adam Shankman, who directed and choreographed the film; producers Neil Meron and Craig Zadan; and Hairspray songwriters Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman. Shaiman and Wittman will write new songs for the sequel.

No casting has been announced, although Variety reports that New Line hopes to snag much of the original "Hairspray" cast. The "Hairspray" movie musical grossed more than $200 million worldwide, and New Line hopes the sequel will be ready for a mid-July 2010 release by Warner Bros.

The "Hairspray" film cast John Travolta as the frumpy Edna Turnblad with newcomer Nikki Blonsky as daughter Tracy, the energetic teenager who shakes up her Baltimore town. Also in the film were Christopher Walken, Zac Efron, Queen Latifah, Michelle Pfeiffer, James Marsden, Amanda Bynes, Elijah Kelley and Allison Janney.

Director Shankman told Daily Variety, "I never thought of musicals as franchises, but it certainly worked with 'High School Musical,' and the idea of working with that cast again, and creating new material and music, is a dream come true. John (Waters) has such an original and extraordinary voice; we all can't wait to see what he has come up with."

The sequel will likely pick up where the "Hairspray" film left off, in 1962 Baltimore.

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Remember kids, sometimes you dont NEED to tell anymore of the story, as its achieved all it need to in the orginial, this isnt a good idea, even IF John Waters is attached to it