| WTH? (Somewhat copy-paste-edit entry) |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|07:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Faint, Linkin Park | ] |
I'm watching my collection of music videos. Whenever I buy an album that has an enhanced CD component, I copy the stuff, like the videos, to my hard disk. They make for slightly mind-boggling viewing.
Examples:
The Offspring - I Choose is mostly set in an airport. As this guy wanders into the building, three guys dressed in bright orange robes are dancing. He then passes a middle-aged man and woman, both dressed in orange checks, dancing the Jive; and a guy breakdancing. He drops a bag onto the X-Ray machine, and there is (what appears to be) a bomb in it, so he gets chased over half the building before getting onto his flight. The guard catches him and opens his bag, only to find an overlarge wallclock attached to a string inside. The guy then puts the string around his neck like the clock's a medal, before skateboarding down the plane aisle. There's some miscellaneous shots of the band walking down the up escalators and one of those mechanical monkeys (with the cymbals on its wrists) thrown in for good measure.
MGF - Rollercoaster is trippy from start to finish. Hey, it's a band that turns its concerts into sexshows, what do you expect? (No descriptions of that one; you know/can guess why)
The Offspring - The Kids Aren't Alright is nausea-inducing, because the camera constantly spins around the centre of a room, with the room changing furniture every line or so. It kindof represents what the song is about, though, which more than you can say for most of the others. It's sortof got all these broken families, with the images making it clear what broke the family: Brandon OD'd and died has this girl with pills spraying out of her mouth, for example. Charming, I know, but it isn't exactly what you'd call a cheerful song.
Blink182 - Man Overboard is a parody of their previous videos using dwarves (is that the word?); which is weird, because a lot of the videos they are parodying are parodies themselves.
Puddle of Mudd - Control timeslips, but most videos seem to do that. It makes very little sense compared to the song, but if they did something related to the song itself, they probably wouldn't be allowed to show it at any time people'd be watching. The lead singer gets kicked out of his girlfriend's car, so he takes his guitar and starts walking. Later on, for no apparent reason, she lets him back in, and dolls herself up. He takes the driver's seat, and then removes the car keys before throwing them into a ditch. He walks off with this self-satisfied smile on his face.
MGF - The Girl of my Dreams (is Giving Me Nightmares) does, surprisingly enough, follow the storyline of the song. It's also a remarkably clean song/clip for MGF, with a priest falling in love with the local news-reporter.
Anyway, now that I've had that ramble about junk...
This weekend was good. Today was a public holiday.
Friday night, Mum booked two tickets to the SoCo/Bodyjar/Offspring concert for me and Abby. We'll have to organise payment sometime.
Saturday, [childish voice]my mummy bought me Visual Studio .net [/voice]. It does stuff. Unfortunately, I can't remember half the commands, so I'll have to look them up in VB6 at school.
Sunday, we all went down to the dog park. I showed off my mobile, and Katie invited me and my parents to a birthday party at Lyn's place on Tuesday. Katie gave me a lift home at about two o'clock. I then messed around with coding all afternoon.
Today, Dad and I dropped Mum at work, and then went to Chatswood to look for a cover for her mobile. We didn't find anything very useful. I also went into Surf Dive & Ski, looking for shorts to wear in America. Unfortunately, I tend to be too big for the womens clothing at places like that, and the mens stuff is all the wrong cut. But surfie shops are the only places likely to still have shorts in stock; everybody else has well and truly switched to winter gear. It's quite annoying, really, but not unexpected. We came home, and I had lunch before blu-tacing assorted snippets from magazines/newspapers onto the side of my wardrobe.
I think my favourite is this one (probably coz I know the people involved):
A photograph of the Space Cadet [Joe, Dan's little brother], pictured as a gurgling baby, has appeared in New Idea magazine. Each week, the editor promises to pay up to $100 for cute pictures sent in by readers. So Batboy [Dan] searched through our old photo albums, and sent in a picture of his younger brother - complete with a note pretending that the picture was taken a week before, and a claim that he is the child's father.
He has won the $25 prize. His brother, now 12 years old, is pictured in a nappy with his hair sticking up as if electrocuted. Of all the low acts an older brother can commit, selling off photos of his younger brother in nappies to a national magazine is surely one of the lowest.
Especially when the child was not even rated that cute, qualifying merely for the also-ran prize. Batboy [Dan] may have the $25, but Jocasta [Debra, Dan's mother] and I[Richard] will be paying the therapy bills.
[...Skipping a paragraph...]
Batboy [Dan], meanwhile, is now studying the back pages of New Idea, intent on winning more money by participating in the letter-writing section. He's particularly pleased with a brief, punchy note he has half-composed in which he poses as a crotchety grandmother who just can't believe the rude behaviour of young people these days. He reckons it's a shoo-in for the $200 Best Reader Letter Prize (although how he plans to cash a cheque made out to Ethel Gumble of Cootamundra is anyone's guess).
It continues, but I'll stop that.
Dad and I then took Poppa down to the park. We saw Katie briefly, and then continued moving. Dad bought us each a soft drink, and we sat around for while, talking about inanities and stuff. We headed back home, and then I lazed around all afternoon.
*smiles gently*
( Convos with Steson: 16th,17th of September last year )
( Convo last night with Shaun, 2nd half of )
I think that's enough copy-paste-edit for one evening.
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