A Fleet of Chicken Tenders!

by Purple Wyrm on July 13, 2003

Well, first of all congrats to Helen *g*. I have actually congratulated her via email but I figured I’d better say something officially on my blog. Couldn’t happen to a nicer person. The only problem now is that I’m going to be all jealous ;-D

Anyway, I’m sure I had something to blog about, but I can’t think of it. So I’m going to blather on about other stuff in the hopes I remember πŸ™‚

Last week I watched the MTV Movie Awards. This was not because I think they’re of any importance or significance, but because I heard Yoda won one (for best fight sequence) and the people at Lucasfilms has done up a pretty amusing CGI of him making his acceptance speech. I wasn’t disappointed πŸ™‚ The two highlights were in the middle when he broke off thanking people to sob “Would not cry I promised myself!”, and then when the music started up before he’d finished. He looked up from his speech in annoyance and made a small gesture with his hand. The music stopped dead. “Play off Yoda no one does!” he commented and continued reading his list πŸ™‚

I was also fairly entertained by the Matrix Reloaded themed intro they knocked together. The upside was they’d actually got some of the real actors (or at least people who looked so like the real actors you couldn’t tell the difference) to reprise their roles, and then mixed in footage from the actual film to create a sort of alternative Matrix thing. The downside was it stared Justin Timberlake and that other idiot, the one from the American Pie films.

In any case the best bit (I thought anyway) was when the two aforementioned jokers found themselves in the middle of the big Zion dance sequence. After getting doused with a bucketload of sweat, they get talking to one of the dancers (played by Andy Dick of Newsradio fame). “Where the hell are we?” they ask. “You’re in Zion!” answers Dick, dancing around with glow sticks. “What is this place?” they continue. Dick replies “Well Duh! It’s obviously an underground city where the last humans live and the robots are coming to kill us! Doesn’t it make you wanna party! Wooooo!!!”. At this point footage from the movie shows Morpheus walking out onto his ledge. “Oo! It’s Morpheus!” comments Dick “I LOVE YOU MORPHEUS!!!”.

“ZION, HEAR ME!” shouts Morpheus. Dick chimes in sotto-voice “After the speech we’re all going back to his place for a big orgy. At least that’s what many of us have heard…”. We cut back to Morpheus “It is TRUE what many of you have heard!”. The crowd goes wild πŸ™‚

Then Andy Dick speaks up. “Morpheus! Hey! Morpheus!” he yells. Morpheus looks across at him. “What can we expect at this orgy of yours?” asks Dick. “MACHINES!” answers Morpheus. The entire cavern falls silent in concerned shock πŸ˜€

Well, I found it amusing! πŸ˜‰

Oddly enough though I have some other Justin Timberlake related news. Rebecca arrived out of the blue *g* to stay this week while she did some more management stuff at uni. During the week she purchased a copy of New Weekly which featured a remarkably hideous pull out poster of Mr Timberlake lying around in a car with his shirt off and holding a toy gun in the vicinity of his crotch. We had a good laugh about this and joked about her hiding it somewhere in the flat when she left so I’d stumble over it some time and get a nauseating shock when I least expected it.

The thing is she’s gone now and while the New Weekly is still where she left it, the poster is nowhere to be seen πŸ™‚

I haven’t come across it yet. I don’t know if Rebecca’s been particularly devious in concealing it, or if she was even more devious and took it with her, knowing that I’d suspect it was hidden somewhere and that not being able to find it would drive me mad. I may launch a full scale search this afternoon, or on the other hand I may hold her make-up bag and phone recharger (both of which she left behind) to ransom until she tells me the truth πŸ™‚

(Congrats to Dom on the kickarse new job by the way)

On the subject of New Weekly though I realy am stunned at my own stupidity. On looking through it I discovered that George from The Secret Life of Us is played by the same actress who played Chiana in Farscape (Perth’s own Gigi Edgley of course). How this escaped me for so long I have no idea. I mean she even has the same hairstyle (more or less) for crying out loud! The only explanation I can come up with is that George has normal human coloured skin (and hasn’t got an annoying, whining American accent *g*). So, if you want a disguise I can’t penetrate, painting yourself blue would be a good start, apparently πŸ™‚

Oh yeah, Barry White. He’s dead. That kind of sucks. In a weird twist of fate Ryan downloaded a whole load of his music off Kazaa the day before he croaked. For reasons of science I’ve asked him to repeat the experiment by downloading everything he can find by Tatu. Strictly for scientific purposes you understand πŸ™‚

He brought round a bunch of MP3s last week and I’m listening to them as I type. At the moment it’s The Raven by [Dr Evil] the Alan Parsons Project! [/Dr Evil]. Hmmmm, I think they would have been better off building a giant laser on the moon πŸ™‚

Ah, Sting. That’s better.

Hmmmm, I haven’t been up to much else. I whiled away a couple of hours last weekend when I should have been doing other things tracing a photo of Alisen Down in Illustrator to make a graphic novel style wallpaper for my computer. I (no doubt looking through the eyes of love, or at least persistent infatuation ;-D) think it’s not bad. Ryan on the other hand maintains it looks like a guy (although he has since amended his description to “frighteningly androgynous” :). I will let you the readers, form your own opinions…

There you go. See, if you squint and pretend it’s a photo, it looks nothing like a guy. Right? Right? Oh c’mon! Bah! I give up with you people! πŸ™‚

Hmmm, the Alan Parsons Project strike again. Ammonia Avenue. This is slightly more listenable. Sort of like Queen meets Ben Folds meets Goodbye Yellow Brick Road meets Little Mouse. Sort of πŸ™‚

Gah! This pasta I’m eating for lunch is burning my mouth. It’s shell shaped, and while the sauce surrounding the pasta has cooled to a quite edible state the sauce trapped inside the shells has maintained an infernally high temperature. Ah well, it tastes good. On those parts of my tongue that haven’t had the taste-buds scorched off πŸ™‚

OK, I still have no idea what I was going to blog about, but it’s probably covered in there somewhere. So I’ll shut up now πŸ™‚

The KLF have now left the building!

PS: I bought some frozen “chicken tenders” from the supermarket the other day, this led me to make up a really pointless joke.

PPS: “What’s a chicken tender?”

PPPS: “A boat that resupplies chickens!”

PPPPS: See, I said it was really pointless πŸ™‚

PPPPPS: I swear I’ve heard Neko Case’s voice before. But I can’t figure out where! Grrr! πŸ™‚

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