daf: (quotes)
if you're looking for an example of understatement, the message tagged to the end of fast five is up there with "oliver reed enjoyed the occasional drink."

as you may have guessed, i watched the latest installment in the fast & the furious franchise last night...

mindless action from start to finish.

the director was obviously of the opinion that the choreographed coach crash to break out the gravel gargling vin diesel wasn't disregarding the laws of physics enough, the 100m plunge he and co star paul walker take into a lake after crashing a truck into a train sure as hell did.

but brazilian crime lords aren't the kind of guys you go up against without your pals so growly chops jets the gang in for assistance.

pursued by DSS bloodhound dwayne i-used-to-be-the-rock johnson, they opt for amassing a shit load of souped up sport cars and then attempt to pull off the kind of ridiculous scams the chuckle brothers would write off as too asinine.

unsurprisingly this approach doesn't work, so they throw more guns and vehicles into the melée until the whole shebang erupts into a ten minute car chase bank vault chase through the streets of rio.

the highlight of the film for me was this bit of banter when rock tries to arrest the crew midway through the film:

THE ROCK:    Your mistake is thinking you've got a God
                   damned choice boy!!

VIN DIESEL:  Your mistake: thinking you're in America.
                   You're a long way from home.
                   THIS... IS... BRAZIL!

utterly brilliant!


Apr. 21st, 2011 04:57 pm
daf: (disco stu)
for enigmatic marine biologist, John Watson, discovering detailed directions on a set of toothpicks was the event that opened his eyes to the sorry state of society; so much so he took it upon himself to construct an asylum for the world - to put it in to hopefully get better.

my moment happened yesterday evening quite literally upon my arrival home from work... what did i find lying in wait for me on the floor? loitering like some malevolent madness-mine primed, patiently passing the time 'til it could spring its attack.

an easter card! seriously, it was a mass produced greetings card for easter... WTF?!

what's next eh, hallmark? summer solstice presents?!

how the fuck are people suggestible and pliant enough for greetings cards companies to try to prop up there business through the lean part of the year by inventing the custom of sending fucking cards for easter?

i think i should probably stop thinking about this before i pop. the world is mad.
daf: (disco stu)
so, there's less than a week to go before we must vacate invincible towers and it's dawning on me that i sure am going to miss living here in this flat...

i mean where else can one see such sites on a monday afternoon as this madness?

man with kitchen sink on evering road

at first, just having got back from some exam fun at university, i thought i was imagining this crazy chap outside the shop...
i was convinced that the pressure of eviction, approaching finals & financial worries had finally pushed me too far!
i was worrying that part of my mind had snapped and i'd started hallucinating...
in fact, not having had much sleep over the weekend, i was fairly certain that i'd finally lost the plot.

thankfully, this wasn't the case. it turns out my sanity's not deserted me quite yet ;)

when i left the shop the sink wielding weirdo was but a wee bit further up the road, no doubt explaining to the chap in front of him that he wanted to make sure he'd packed everything and that was why he was carrying his kitchen sink.

how to be you sure you packed everything

for all its faults, hackney really does have a different class of nutter... it'll be a shame to leave the borough, but hopefully wherever it is that i end up will be better, both in terms of entertainment provided by the local mentalists & my own personal living conditions.
daf: (disco stu)
...good job it's being posted at stupid o'clock in the morning, eh? o.O

been busy doing not nearly enough these last few weeks, some brief1 high/low-lights [chronologically listed thanks to pathological pedanticism]:

funker vogt gig: an indecipherable blur of alcohol induced fuzz... definitely had fun, but booze stole my memories.

slaughtehaus5: a most enjoyable evening, culminating in some "back to the slab" action. what sunday taught me: rice takes 7 years to cook properly :D

return of monday pool: a combination of my new found proximity to the oak and eva's enthusiasm for cue sports has rekindled the fires of addiction. :D

gravity stuff: arranged guest djs for next event; finished flyers, posters, etc. and even managed to get some printed [albeit for an extortionate amount of money] in order to pester people this weekend.

uni grief: more incompetence from the university of hip hop results in the threat of suspension from my course because they won't claim my fees for this year from my lea... a long[ish] story peppered with examples of why londonmet is a shit hole. fret ye not, recounting it now would make me too angry to sleep.

friday film night: much fun was had resulting in me wandering the streets of tottenham in the wee small hours of saturday

slimelight win: unexpected uwe but band banality canceled each other out. fortunately, a dose of mak magic mixed with max&simon tearing the upstairs floor up good and proper made dave a sated boy indeed.

head-state lose: self worth needs some fixing. feeling kinda lonely too.

sunny sunday: spent almost all day in martina & will's back garden with my hosts and jennifer & matt... spring sure feels like it's here at last :D

shock camden fun: post flyering drinkage with people prevented [or at least postponed] the onset of some bleak.

1: ok, so trade descriptions may beg to differ, but fuck 'em.... bunch of pedantic cunts :p


May. 12th, 2008 03:55 pm
daf: (autonomous)
thanks to all you who wished me well with the exam. my performance was none too shabby, finished in 45 mins. then set out to enjoy the weather...

i rode over to clapton, took in the sights of the lea valley & springfield park then bimbled around the backstreets before tootling back via finsbury park.

just played around quickly with google maps and discovered it was a ride of some 17miles!

too soon?

Feb. 9th, 2008 11:26 pm
daf: (Default)
so, camden town's been ablaze tonight.

i can't help think that the timing and location of the fire is just a little bit suspicious.

what with the successful redevelopment of the stables market; the increase in property prices and continual gentrification, it does, on first appearances, look like their will be some people making an awful lot of money as a result of this unfortunate incident.

not that i'd ever be the one to point fingers, or anything, but come on... it is just a little too convenient
daf: (disco stu)
why is it in this age of high technology is it that very often, when some item of electrical equipment stops working, the solution is to switch it off then on again?

Magic Chair

Mar. 5th, 2007 10:59 am
daf: (disco stu)
the sun is shining, the birds are singing. and fans of elizabeth lindsay could almost be forgiven for mistakenly believing that today was the day of the village fête.

there is however one thing that we can all agree on: jeyênne, eccentric artist that he is, penned his seemingly nonsensical lyrics with a degree of wordsmithery that would even have impressed the notoriously phlegmatic michael drosnin.

you will, i imagine be greatly relieved to learn that alexander rotenberg's cryptographic skills can be granted further quiescence as they are superfluous when it comes to the exegesis of xpq's prophetic chant.

not since richard feynman's nobel winning qed has the world seen such a fatidical feat.

</fustian homily>

be amazed by this clever chap's "magic chair"

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