Archive for October, 2007

Well I’m almost through probably one of the crappest weeks of the year. Absolutely flat out, very little sleep, the worst case of the flu I’ve had in years, and two assessments due. Had to go to uni every day, and have heaps of stuff to do tomorrow too, but the flu should be cleared up by the weekend; feeling a bit better even now, which is a blessing.

Finished Robert Harris’ The Ghost a few days ago. Twists aplenty, right up until the end. A truly splendid read, if a little short. I also finished Jasper Fforde’s First Among Sequels not long before that. Also quite good, though not as good as his others. I’m currently thumbing my way through the latest offering from Aussie action man Matthew Reilly, Six Ancient Wonders. Incidentally the girl and I spotted Mr Reilly at Castle Towers doing a signing tonight. Scrawny guy, but very cool and far too rich. Damn him.

I got the Matchbox 20 album ‘Exile on Mainstream’ a few weeks’ back; definitely worth a listen for any diehard fans. And I’m absolutely chomping at the bit for 30 October, when the Eagles’ first studio album in 28 years will be released. Cannot. Wait.

And I watched All The President’s Men lastnight for the very first time. An absolute classic, of course, but one of the movies I’ve seen recently that really drives home why I’m doing what I’m doing with my life. I want to make stuff like that.

Until next time…

It seems the Gods of Procrastination have chosen yet another of my days to bombard me with divine intervention. How sad.

I’ve a presentation due on Wednesday, a report due Monday and pre-production for one of my uni films has hit a brick wall. Yet I couldn’t really give a toss. I’d really rather just play Call of Duty.

Off to the Hawkesbury Film Fest tonight. If anyone’s around look out for me. No films this year, disappointingly, but it’s still a good networking opportunity for local talent.

Until next time…

In an absolutely monumental fuck-up by Triple M’s higher management, the truly awesome radio program ‘Get This’ – hosted by Tony Martin, Ed Kavalee and Richard Marsland, has been axed. The show will run until the end of the year, but its contract will not be renewed for 2008.

The main reason cited is that Triple M wish to channel more resources into expanding and improving its breakfast line-up. Balls to that.

‘Get This’ is by far and away the best FM radio program currently on-air. Its dissection of pop-culture, Clerks-style, lends a sarcasm and hilarity to the airwaves that none can match. Their line-up of special guests, both co-hosts and one-offs, is stellar, and has included the likes of Kevin Smith, Ross Noble, Ardal O’Hanlon and the incomparable Greg Fleet.

The cancellation of the show marks another crack in the foothold radio has in the minds and behaviours of contemporary Australian society. We are left with Wil & Lehmo on Triple M, and the Jonathan Coleman Experience on WSFM in Sydney, which are far inferior shows.

Get your back up Triple M. Take a chance on Tony, Ed and Rich. They are what drives you.

The response to this travesty has been nothing short of phenomenal. Within twenty minutes of hearing the news at around 2:10pm this afternoon, I started a protest group on Facebook dedicated to saving ‘Get This’. It now has 59 members, and is steadily growing. This is one of several Facebook groups rallying the troops for what could be an all-out assault on Triple M.

Support us! If you’re on the Book of Face, join my group, the other groups, and sign the petition. We’ll stick it up ‘em.

Until next time…

Yesterday I finally got around to installing the game Neverwinter Nights, having purchased it a week or so ago. I’d heard amazing things about the game, and it had been recommended to me by several of my nerdy friends who thought I’d enjoy it.

So I install the thing, which is packaged in this ‘Best of Atari’ livery, start the thing up, and it refuses to recognise the Play disc as the disc from which the game is supposed to run. Ridiculous, I know.

Then, having remedied that particular issue by installing the latest update patch, the game locks up and crashes whenever a NPC comes over to talk to me. Sigh. So I investigate the Bioware forums for a good two hours before finally coming across a fix that’s supposed to remedy this problem.

The problem is that with repackaged versions of the game, such as the Best of Atari version, the distributors neglected to include the voiceover files for the NPCs. What a bitch. Not only that, the thing is 150 fucking megabytes large!

This is insane. People who don’t have fast Internet might have fast computers built for running games, and they expect to be able to play a classic like Neverwinter Nights straight out of the box.

It’s not Bioware’s fault, at all. All they’re doing is creating fantastic games that everyone can enjoy. Some poor sod on the Bioware forums drew the short straw and had to face the music to defend his company, and was lauded for his efforts. Stupid repackagers. Include the whole gorram game!

Rant fin.

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I was absolutely overjoyed to stumble upon the blog of none other than the amazingly intelligent and downright brilliant genius that is Mr Stephen Fry this afternoon. Since discovering QI and having thoroughly enjoyed his wit and comedy stylings in A Bit of Fry & Laurie and Absolute Power, I’ve been enthralled by Stephen’s insanely large mind and depth of knowledge.

His blogs are essentially miniature books, or ‘blessays’ as he calls them, and I haven’t even made it through the first one. Luckily he only blogs once a week, and there are only two to catch up on, as he only commenced his blogs last month. But I’ll be an avid reader from here on in, mark my words.

Until next time…

A very quick Photoshop job I did tonight, incredibly dodgy I know, but it amused me nevertheless.

You guessed it folks – now we know who’s really bringing sexy Bach.

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Well wrap me up in a tortilla and stick me in the oven.

You’d expect with such sheer bravado in the use of the English language that something incredibly witty and insightful must follow, but not so. I’m pretty much flat out in trying to wade through 144 pages of government report on the regulation of convergent devices. You heard me, folks, convergent devices. They’re devices, and they’re convergent. Absolutely thrilling and mindblowing stuff.

In other news I shot and cut together a little documentary lastnight based around my typical fortnightly Monday night exploits. Like I explain in the flick, every second Monday night I have a big shop for the next couple of weeks. Lastnight I took a video camera and shot the whole thing. Thrills, chills and unexpected snags ensued. Check it out at the Binns Films YouTube channel.

Also up there is the new logo for Binns Films, and a video response to a film made by a friend at uni about the joys of microwave dinners. Go check it out. You’ll love it. If you don’t, then go eat a turkey. With cutlery.

Today I went out and finally splurged on a 250GB external hard drive for all my film work. I’m sick of not being able to back everything up because of an unreliable DVD burner, so a USB-based external HDD seemed like an incredibly intelligent option. I love it. It’s smooth, sleek and metallic (which is fantastic aesthetically, but I’m worried about it overheating), much like a good navy frigate. Here’s a snap:

Groovy, eh?

Anyway I’d best be off and dive back into the endless bucket of fun that is this assessment. Then I have to get a decent night’s sleep. What’s the bet I end up working on The Writers for the next hour then just go to bed? I know where I’d put my money.

Books, DVDs and music – all my latest acquisitions and thoughts and comments thereof tomorrow! Look out for it. Only here. At the Hovel.

Until next time…

I’m currently in the throes of pre-production for two projects – one being my robbery-gone-bad for uni, due in November, and the other my half-hour West Wing homage called The Writers. At present the script for the former is done, and I’m up to page three of very rough storyboards to be submitted in class tomorrow.

I’m still about 5 or 6 pages away from finishing The Writers, and the end doesn’t seem any closer whatsoever. But hopefully I’ll get there in the next week or so.

God I hate storyboards. They’re so time-consuming, and, for this project, they’re ultimately pointless, given that most of the coverage will be via hand-held camera. What a pain in the rear.

Anyhoo, will keep you updated for sure.

Until next time…

At the risk of inciting the wrath and hatred of conservatives left, right and centre, I’m going to give that downright wanker Andrew Bolt a good kicking and defend Californication. About a month ago, the Boltster wrote a snide and deriding criticism of the show which is now up to around its 5th or 6th episode on Channel 10 in Australia.

To be fair, Bolt was correct in his statement that the show was marketed essentially for its sexual content and the unrivalled amount of nudity that is shown in what is dangerously close to prime-time at 9:30pm. And he was right in suggesting that if you don’t like it, turn it off. But this piece is far from an impartial analysis ‘upon first view’ that most reviewers make. This is where Bolt’s fair criticism comes to a grinding halt.

Bolt calls the show ‘pornographic’, and those responsible for allowing its broadcast in Australia ‘pornographers’. Yes, there is an incredible amount of sexual activity in the show, gratuitous nudity also. But there is also a very deep story, which I’ll get to later. Californication is not pornographic. It is what it is categorised as – a comedy-drama. A sex-filled comedy-drama romp perhaps, but that nevertheless; the show is not ‘mainly concerned with sex’.

Bolt also compares the opening dream sequence of the first episode to the Mohammed cartoons, in terms of its controversiality; he also labels the nun’s habit and the crucifix ‘props’ to propel the sexual downward spiral, something that’s clearly against all healthy morality. Apparently. For those not familiar with the show, the series opens with the main character, Hank Moody, receiving oral sex from a nun in a church. This ends up being a dream; a fantasy. And one that, I’m sure, a quick Google search will reveal Hank is most definitely not alone in enjoying. To say that the nun’s habit and the crucifix has been desecrated is to be incredibly naive. Religious icons and symbols are used everyday to further cultural and political agendas. Why not be used to further a plot? One that is essentially harmless to the basic tenets of all Christian faiths? The character of Hank is an atheist, who has in fact written a book titled “God Hates Us All”. The opening scene doesn’t just further the plot – it sums it up in a few short seconds.

To his credit, Bolt sums up his own argument, however naive and overreaching, very eloquently…

Californication is instead an attack on one specific kind of morality – and specifically on the values, teaching and imagery of the Christian faith that largely founded Western societies such as ours, and preached rules to help us to behave less heartlessly to each other.

I disagree. I say that Californication is an attack on a different kind of morality – Bolt’s. The kind of morality that prohibits freedom of expression in the name of ultra-restrictive political correctness. The kind of moral morass in which sex is still taboo. The kind where porn should be kept down the back corner of video stores and newsagents and DVD sellers so those buying it can be separated from the ‘normal’ folk. The kind where creativity that’s not considered in a classical vein, where arthouse films, where smutty novels, where action-packed page-turners, where ripper yarns such as The Da Vinci Code are considered dangerous and malevolent.

Bolt makes a huge mistake in his article, and blames Channel 10 executives for allowing the travesty of Californication to perpetuate in Australia. I say take it up with the makers of the show themselves. They are the ones trying to express a heartfelt story in a hugely entertaining way. The show is about a man who has lost everything he holds dear – and is barely managing to keep his life on the straight and narrow. He dabbles in drugs and has a number of somewhat interesting sexual encounters, but they all have an effect on how his character evolves, and a lot of them are very funny, and deliberately portrayed thus, in order to accentuate how, well, fucked-up, Hank Moody’s life has become.

If Bolt really took the time to wade through all the breasts and god-forsaken nekkidness that comprises a lot of the show, he’d uncover a story of a broken man who is still in love with his wife and who truly cares for his daughter. Potty-mouthed and sex-crazed he may be, he’s just trying to keep his head above water. Which can be said for a lot of people, myself included.

So keep your filthy conservative hands off truly creative, expressionist work, Andrew. Take your own advice: turn the bloody thing off and shut the bloody hell up.

Until next time…

The general populace of the universe will be screaming with joy and adulation when they hear that I managed to submit my history essay on time yesterday morning. That’s one hell of a load off my shoulders for a few days while I sit down and psych myself up for the next batch of assessments.

I was also interested to read that blog posts aren’t considered ‘literature’. An article in the SMH today states that a professor has claimed plagiarism against an advertising agency in response to their using words from his lecture in their television commercial. One Mr Campbell, the director of the ad agency in question, said:

“…the Copyright Act in Australia only protects `literary work’…”

When is a work not considered literary? On some of my better days I’d consider some of my posts well and truly my own property and be damn annoyed if someone ripped it off.

I consider literature to be a wide and varied collection of all kinds of texts including books, magazines, journals, films, art and sculpture. Blogs well and truly fit in there as a labour of love someone has constructed over time. This is irrespective of how true, eloquent, biased or just plain ‘good’ the blog might be. Take that Campbell man.

Until next time…