And just as glorious as ever.
Here's a big ass Halloween Mix for any fellow creepers out there.
Spotify missed out 4 songs because it's a sod and i'm forgetful.
If i have the music then Spotify should have the goddamn music!
Here's the forsaken four, i recommend looking them up:
Beck 'I Only Have Eyes For You'
Feistodon 'Black Tongue'
R.L. Kelly 'You're Not The Only Monster From Hell'
Echo and the Bunnymen 'The Killing Moon'
Not sure what Spotify's got against EatB but whatever.
It can suck it.
'Some distance from the bushes where Nanny Ogg was communing with Nature there was, placid under the autumn sky, a lake.
In the reeds, a swan was dying. Or was due to die.
There was, however, an unforeseen snag.
Death sat down on the bank.
NOW LOOK, he said, I KNOW HOW IT IS SUPPOSED TO GO. SWANS SING JUST ONCE, BEAUTIFULLY, BEFORE THEY DIE. THAT'S WHERE THE WORD 'SWANSONG' ORIGINATES. IT IS VERY MOVING. NOW, LET US TRY THIS AGAIN...
He produced a tuning fork from the shadowy recesses of his robe and twanged it on the side of his scythe.
THERE'S YOUR NOTE...
"Uh-uh," said the swan, shaking its head.
WHY MAKE IT DIFFICULT?
"I like it here," said the swan.
THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
'Did you know I can break a man's arm with a blow of my wing?"
HOW ABOUT IF I GET YOU STARTED? DO YOU KNOW 'MOONLIGHT BAY'?
"That's no more than a barbershop ditty! I happen to be a swan!'
'LITTLE BROWN JUG'? Death cleared his throat. HA HA HA, HEE HEE HEE, LITTLE—
"That's a song?" The swan hissed angrily and swayed from one crabbed foot to the other. "I don't know who you are, sirrah, but where I come from we've got better taste in music."
REALLY? WOULD YOU CARE TO SHOW ME AN EXAMPLE?
"Thought you'd got me there, didn't you," said the swan. "Thought you'd tricked me, eh? Thought I might unthinkingly give you a couple of bars of the Pedlar's Song from Lohenshaak, eh?"
I DON'T KNOW THAT ONE.
The swan took a deep, laboured breath.
"That's the one that goes 'Schneide meinen eigenen Hals—'"
THANK YOU, said Death. The scythe moved.
A moment later the swan stepped out of its body and ruffled fresh but slightly transparent wings.
"Now what?" it said.
THAT'S UP TO YOU. IT'S ALWAYS UP TO YOU.'
- Terry Pratchett
Oh, Mister Pratchett.
I couldn't love you more.
Which is the reason that the very second, and i mean the very second, i finished Maskerade i picked up Sourcery and started reading immediately.
He's just that good.
He's just that good.
'"What sort of person," said Salzella patiently, "sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head."'
A friend of mine went to see The Perks of Being a Wallflower when it was first released at the cinema.
He was not impressed.
Now, i value his opinion but i'm going to disagree with him here.
I think this has to be one of my very favourite movie adaptations.
Not because it was a wonderful movie.
But because it was an almost perfect replica of the novel and invoked the same feeling i had when i was reading the book.
Plainly? It's just a really sweet story that any fucked up 'wallflower' will have some form of emotional response/attachment to.
I'm a wallflower.
Through and through.
Born and bred.
So i feel monumentally empathetic towards the lead character, Charlie and his quiet, overthinking, socially inept ways.
So, maybe this is a film for people like myself.
My fellow introverts who get shunned so badly because we desperately need there to be quiet in our lives in order to survive.
Who don't find the same joy in partying, getting blindingly drunk and other 'cool' pastimes.
And consequently feel weird and out of sync with everyone else because of this.
In one sense this is how the novel and film get it wrong because Charlie isn't a true wallflower.
Yes, he's shy and troubled and feels out of step but he has that little bit of courage to take a risk and engage with the things that scare him that most of us just don't have.
To most people, i'm sure i come off as sullen, uninterested and standoffish but really, i'm just painfully shy.
So much so that even forming words when confronted with a fellow human being becomes the most difficult thing in the world.
My brain shuts down.
My mouth dries up.
Every anecdote of information i have stored up in my brain dissipates and i'm left desperately looking for a way to leave the room and just go home.
It's safe there.
My books are there.
That's what being a wallflower is and somehow that's a bad thing?
I've had countless discussions concerning this with my sisters and we always come to the same conclusion that the introverts of the world need to take back their right to solitude.
To be content with staying in and gorging ourselves on fantasy tv series and not feel like freaks because of it and! we don't even have to speak to each other while we watch.
What's with all the talking?
Aren't your vocal chords sore?
How can you have so much to say?!
This got a bit ranty.
Ps. The casting for the film was incredible.
When i first read about it i was extremely doubtful, not being an Emma Watson fan - excluding Hermione of course - but she was actually perfect for the role.
This boy can turn his hand to just about anything and do it more justice than you thought possible.
I remember seeing him in City Island, which isn't a great movie but he stole every scene he was in with a mere look.
Charisma, you can't fake it.
I never have.
It's one of these songs that feels like it's been filtered into my subconscious since the moment i was born.
Maybe even before then.
Like The Beatles and Frank Sinatra.
It's just a part of me.
So i'll never experience those first moments of Heroes like someone completely innocent to it and that makes me a little sad.
Not having read the novel yet - it's sitting on my shelves, twiddling its consonants, wondering what's taking me so damn long - i haven't mustered the vitriolic opinions of the diehard book loyalists yet.
There's no question about these feelings being developed, however.
I loathe a bad adaptation.
But for now i'm just going to relish how much i enjoyed Bradders foray into the zombie pandemic.
It was kind of awesome.
Not the best zombie movie ever made.
Lets face it, it's got stiff competition.
(Shaun of the Dead, need i say more?)
But an enjoyable attempt.
I look forward to the crappy sequel.
And maybe a bit more gore.
Even The Walking Dead has more blood and guts than this and it's just a soap opera with barely any actual zombies!*
Up your game next time, Bradley.
*I love TWD. Truly. But i wish most of the cast would stfu 98% of the time. Bunch of whiners.
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'…so I always saw, as through a glass, darkly, whatmight have been my own primal scene, my own conception,the heavenly bird in a white majesty of feathers descendingwith imperious desire upon the half-stunned and yet herself impassioned girl.'
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