Occulomency

Two by Two

How come Doctor Who for tweenies (AKA The Sarah Jane Adventures) was so much better than Torchwood (AKA Doctor Who for adults, but actually just a slightly low rent X-Files with a bit of girl on girl action thrown in...). Torchwood would be so much better if Captain Jack was the centre of attention, not the gap-toothed Welsh bint... And, Russell T Davies, Owen is not sexy. I've asked women, and gay men, and he just isn't. OK? Oh yes, and, gap-toothed Welsh bint isn't bloody sexy either. And the idea of those two going at it isn't sexy. It would be nice, actually, if you just got on with telling stories about aliens (not ripped off from fight-club preferably), rather than pissing around trying to make this into an adult soap opera.

Next, I've now seen Casino Royale twice in the last week.

I liked it a lot. In fact, I would say that this film goes into my top three Bond films (ousting The World is Not Enough) and now lives amongst Goldfinger and The Spy Who Loved Me in my affections. It is a curiously back to front film, in as much as Craig only gets his James Bond theme tune and 'Bond, James Bond' catchphrase at the very end of the film. Neverthe less it is a successful reinvention of the franchise, and breaks the rules in so far as this is obviuosly part of  a series of connected films. I can only hope that the rumours of SPECTRE's return are true.

My biggest quarm is that I really don't like the headrests on the Aston Martin DBS, they look like aftermarket add-ons from K-Mart.

As you can probably guess, the holiday is progressing very well, it's not too cold and I'm being fed beer and curry on a regular basis.

The kids are well, the Prof is on good form and everything really is quite pleasent.

This week in God

1. Scientology.
I've left this alone for a while, but I just wanted to share how sensible John Travolta, Isaac Hayes and of course, itty bitty Tom Cruise are...

Just look at how much peace it has brought to the life of Mr Cruise...

Mmmmmmm.

Founded by science FICTION author L Ron Hubbbbbbbaaaaarrrrrrrd, the tale goes that once upon a time there was an alien overlord name Xenu, who flew aliens to Earth or Tijiac as it was then known. These aliens were chained to volcanoes and blown up with hydrogen bombs, creating Thetans which live inside all of us, and are the cause of all human suffering.

Only through Scientology can you get those irradiated alien ghosts out of your body. (I know what your thinking, if only they had thrown in a burning bush or a virgin birth just something that made sense.....)

Oh well...... I love getting books to review from work (actually, Simon, if you read this, I know the book cost us $60 but it was great, gave me a hell of a laugh, thanks.)

I'm not bad....

"In sociology, a S.N.A.G. is a "sensitive new age guy"; that is, a male person who is sensitive with women, and who eschews the more aggressive, "macho" side of masculinity. S.N.A.G. is so called because such men are stereotypically (but often inaccurately) identified by others as being "new age", such as being interested in minority religions, new-age literature, or modern spirituality, as opposed to the type of men interested in beer, football and sex symbols." (wiki)

No. Sorry I refute this.

I am vertainly not new age, the cult of Skaro cannot be termed as a minority religion, neither can Jedi. I will admit to being more interested in vodka martini's than beer, unless you can get me near a pint of Theakstons, in which case....

I'm not interested in football, as I support Nottingham Forest butI am certainly interested in sex symbols, and I refer to my posts on Jessica Rabbit to prove this.

Try:

Geek: a person who is fascinated, perhaps obsessively, by obscure or very specific areas of knowledge and imagination.

Only two days 'til Captain Slow, the Hamster and Dr Clarkson return! But I'm very much going to miss my Doctor Who fix, bring on TORCHWOOD!

Cam, I've burnt the discs and I'll send them to you this week.

Harry Potter

I am selling Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince audio book on e-bay right now.

I received this email this morning.

"Do you realize that you are promoting witchcraft
and that one day you will stand before God and
explain your actions? This book causes damage. "

It's enough to make you weep, isn't it?

<<Update>>
I contacted the person and pointed out the violation of ebay rules. Turns out it was the nice lady's husband, and he has been "chastised".

Bring back the lions.

Motorshow

So, its Brisbane International Motorshow time again. So on Friday night I met with Jacques, Marc and John, and off we set.

John and Marc are four wheel drive fans. Neither seems to think it wrong to drive a diesel. I think it's a bit of a tractor fetish myself, but then again I could be wrong (if I am wrong in this case, I will never, ever, admit it).

So, Jacques seems to like the Mitsubishi 380, look, here he is taking a photograph of it.

Of course, Jacques also likes to look like a teapot.\

It was a great night, really enjoyed it. It's great to wander round a decent car show with people who actually understand that cars are not a form of transport.

But I did have an epiphany. The new Ford XR5 is stunning. I know, it's a Ford, and it's orange, and it's front wheel drive and there are another 23 reasons why I shouldn't like it, but it looks great, has a decent motor with a turbo the size of Berkshire bolted to it, and it is half the price of the RX8. I am very very impressed.

In previous years the food at the show has been poor. The roast meat roll of two years ago being the nadir. This year I was tempted by the repaste cunningly entitiled "Fresh'N'Tasty' hamburger, chips and drink combo. I even took a photo, thinking that I could make a smart arsed comment on this very blog about how it was neither tasty or fresh. Regretably, it was adequate. It nearly tasted of something (if you concentrated) and was recently microwaved. The Coke was fine, the chips (37 of them in total) were soggy, cooked in oil at too low a temperature. Hurrah!

 

So, the cars. Well the prettiest was this amazing Alfa, followed by the Pug 407 Coupe (below the Alpha). Strange arsed car of the show has to go to the Citroen pictured at the bottom, aptly.

Peace be with you, brethren.