This is not my baby
Spiderman.
Spiderman.
Does whatever a Spider can.
Spins a web, any size.
Catches Bad Guys, just like flies.
...
Hey man, here comes the Spider man.

So, Spiderman is out in cinemas and all. The first track on the Soundtrack is that classic Spiderman Jingle, which just plain rocks.

And ocne again, writing to you from behind enemy lines... And we're short staffed today, so I need to be CAREFUL....

I've now seen the movie twice, nad it was good both times.
Though upon completeion of my second viewing, a short conference with Doc brought up a secret fear... See, I thought the movie was good.. But not brillaint. Lots of people have been praising it... And I thought it was just me. That I was the broken object... But it seems Doc didn't find it brillaint either... Now, admittely, Doc and Das had crap seats and an annoying associate of mine just in front of them who kept mocking the emotional and tragic scenes.This is bad, because as all fans should know, our Peter Parker, or Petey as I like to call him in my mind as I imagine we're friends.. .close friends.. Him swinging away with me in his arms, my hands on his bu--...
*Ahem*
As I was saying Petey is a tragic hero type. Incidentally, I love the ending of this movie. It had a tasty zing with subtlties of potentially orgasmic sequels. Apparently the Iron Chef made a woman orgasm once with a dish he cooked... Now, far as I know there ain't no way that's possible, but if it is... I wish I could cook like that.

And No, that isn't off subject! There is food in the movie! Chefs cook food! Hah!

*Ahem*
Moving right along here...

[Post continud Post work from here... Post post post post! Of course, because Blogger doesn't show stuff in pointy brackets, you didn't know my post was paused... But annnnnyway.]

The twilight zone
I hate my house. No ADSL. No decent mobile reception. No foxtel. Shoddy installation of Satelite TV which makes it near impossible to watch the few select TV shows I actually prep myself for these days...
*Sigh*
Why are there cats on TV?
At least the Bugs haven't been so bad lately.

New store in a small town town.
Well, Woolworths opened today. This is a big deal for Busselton. I was drawn, like a moth to a flame, into it's discount opening specials maw. I flitted from isle to isle, browsing.. Purchasing a scant few items. Upon discovering the secret of working their discount fuel voodoo, I proceeded to purchase a further 5+ dollars of items as to claim my 6 cent a litre discount.
I then proceeded to the fuel pump...

Now, I have previsouly read of Smeg's exploits with Woolies discount petrol... But with all the driving I do, the lure of discount fuel was too promising. Upon reaching the fuel bowser, which already seems to be the cheapest in Busso, I had a choice between Premium and regular... Now, Premium was about 5 cents a litre more... But with my 6 cent discount, it was still the cheapest fuel in town, and I figured far less likely to kill me. So far I have driven once on this mixture of Woolies Premium and another sotres regular. So far, the beast that is my Engine has been placated on this mixture of cheap fuel and water.

But who knows how long before it strikes back...

Acrod Sticker
Now, while flitting about Woolies, I came upon a strange thought... Not unusual for me, but I decided it would make for good Blogging material.
I put to you, dear readers... That living in a small town generates a parisitic relationship between you and the town.... Sort of like an animal that consumes its' own waste materials. Our under funded schools spit out damaged students by the dozen. With few to nil strong, well payed, well educated role models in a small town, they have little to aim for reguardless other than that stupid Surfy guy who visited once and used to be a problem student and now gets to take a holiday for his living.
Instead, are small town youths groomed and guided towards becoming the check Out fodder of Australia? For a decent education most people have to leave rural surroundings on a daily basis or for month stretches at a time. And once we have a taste of the City life, do we want to return? It further compunds our desire to leave, least we too become trapped like so many of our bretheren in shelf stacking jobs. I'm sure many of them tell themselves that it's just for a little while.. Just for money.... Just one more hit of retail freedom... But when yo usee a 50 year old guy witha beard pushing around trolleys in a bright yellow jacket... Well.
Yer.

That's where it's at.

Disturbing trends
Ya know what's worrying? When people start quoting webstires on game boxes and things.. Now, Ok. Some of the gaming sites out there are pretty big, and all that... But still... If you can quote any yahoo off the net who decides to submit a review on the Beta he stole off your 'Secure' web page... Then pretty damn soon, people are gonna be linking to MY Webpage on game boxes.. I mean.. Come on!

Can "This game was so 1337 and k3w1" - Bob www.Bobdontknowshit.com really sell a product? I guess so.

Which I suppose also brings up the semi-philosophical question of where does web literature sit in the grandscale of things?
Is a poem posted online any less potent than a Shakespearrean sonnet you can hold in your hand? Does the immaterial nature of the web remove from it's authenticity somewhow, because... Well, it's like readign a book with 10,000 people looking over your shoulder. That little ear mark, that coffee stain.. They're not caused by you.. They don't add or take from the experience... They're not random. They're part of a carefully constructed, perfectly perpendicular photonic display.

Is breaking someone's heart over the internet really more lowly than doing it by phone, or face to face... In the end, they're still hurt.

I suppose in the end.. It's just a medium for our conduct. It has merits and faults all it's own...
Though I would enjoy some e-mail on the subject.

And that is all, I suppose...
Boom, Baby.
--Kiljoy the thoughtful
"Isms in my opinion are not good. A man should not believe in an Ism. He should believe in himself."[1]
[1] Back to quotes. No more silly footnotes. Wait.. DAMN!
posted by Unknown at 6/09/2002 12:35:00 AM [edit]