First of all ladies and gentlemen may I pop you in the direction of these two sites:
www.emu-oil-well.com
www.feelingstylish.wordpress.com
Secondly may I have a small rant about Torchwood and the poor writers who are getting flamed by unhappy fans. I'm not going to spoil too much if you've just stumbled upon this little site but someone dies, well a lot of people die. But someone who I like, I was sad, had a little cry then got on with my life.
It seems that, on twitter especially, that people have been moaning at James Moran (writer) for how the story panned out. All I can say to him is bloody well done, ignore these so called fans and congrats on producing a moving, exciting, telly show.
<3
You can read what he had to say here:
http://jamesmoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stepping-back.html
Monday, 13 July 2009
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Free cinema showing, random dream and heading to the cinema
So, I get a facebook message yesterday from Alex asking me to come to a free showing of 'Sunshine Cleaning,' today at midday. I agree, do my night time things then go to be ready for the funness that the following day would bring. Clearly excited about this whole prospect I dreamt about what was to come today.
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..Dreamage:
So there I am going to meet Alex for 12:30 when the movie starts. We were actually wrong and the movie had started at 12pm. So instead we end up hanging out in the lobby with Stephen Fry, Richard Attenborough (The guy from Jarassic Park) and Frank Turner (Awesome singer, please buy his stuff I can't enforce the awesomeness.) So Davey is also there and I turn to her and say "I'm standing next to Stephen Fry."
She looks at me incredulously, like she can't see that he is standing on the otherside of me, "oh my god, no way."
I then move to stand next to Frank Turner and he puts his arm around me, after a while I decide to go and get a drink. When I come back Frank is standing next to Alex with his arm around her. Alex looks at me in a confused fashion and says "who is this guy?" I explain his awesomeness.
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So back to real life. Alex and I arrive at the cinema for 11:30am, the tickets say the film starts at 12:00, just before 12:00 we are let in, we get out seat in the cinema and sit chatting for a while. It gets to quarter past and we are like 'seriously, where is this film.' We moan a little bit but in good spirits, we have nothing better to do. At twenty five past a cinema lady comes in and apologises for the wait 'See Film First,' the company that gave us FREE tickets, had gotten the tickets wrong they were supposed to be 12:00 to show up for a 12:30 start. Alex and I are like, 'oh, well that's okay.'
This bloke behind up starts shouting that they were told the film would be done at 1:30, well it blatantly would be. This woman a few rows in front of us starts moaning that it is the cinema's fault when it blatantly isn't.
How the fuck can she moan about a showing for a FREE film starting half an hour late, if she had to be somewhere she would've gone she wouldn't have lost any money from it. By the end of this lady's rant Alex, myself and the few rows around us were pissing ourselves laughing at the woman who has the audacity to complain about a Free film.
It was Free, shut the hell up.
On another note my dream knew the film would start at 12:30pm.
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..Dreamage:
So there I am going to meet Alex for 12:30 when the movie starts. We were actually wrong and the movie had started at 12pm. So instead we end up hanging out in the lobby with Stephen Fry, Richard Attenborough (The guy from Jarassic Park) and Frank Turner (Awesome singer, please buy his stuff I can't enforce the awesomeness.) So Davey is also there and I turn to her and say "I'm standing next to Stephen Fry."
She looks at me incredulously, like she can't see that he is standing on the otherside of me, "oh my god, no way."
I then move to stand next to Frank Turner and he puts his arm around me, after a while I decide to go and get a drink. When I come back Frank is standing next to Alex with his arm around her. Alex looks at me in a confused fashion and says "who is this guy?" I explain his awesomeness.
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So back to real life. Alex and I arrive at the cinema for 11:30am, the tickets say the film starts at 12:00, just before 12:00 we are let in, we get out seat in the cinema and sit chatting for a while. It gets to quarter past and we are like 'seriously, where is this film.' We moan a little bit but in good spirits, we have nothing better to do. At twenty five past a cinema lady comes in and apologises for the wait 'See Film First,' the company that gave us FREE tickets, had gotten the tickets wrong they were supposed to be 12:00 to show up for a 12:30 start. Alex and I are like, 'oh, well that's okay.'
This bloke behind up starts shouting that they were told the film would be done at 1:30, well it blatantly would be. This woman a few rows in front of us starts moaning that it is the cinema's fault when it blatantly isn't.
How the fuck can she moan about a showing for a FREE film starting half an hour late, if she had to be somewhere she would've gone she wouldn't have lost any money from it. By the end of this lady's rant Alex, myself and the few rows around us were pissing ourselves laughing at the woman who has the audacity to complain about a Free film.
It was Free, shut the hell up.
On another note my dream knew the film would start at 12:30pm.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
-- I'd like to present you with a snippet from the novel I am writing with a friend. Comments appreciated. --
Sudden blackness, the door was closed, freedom was gone. Ryssa turned quietly to look back into the depths of the tunnel, the deep breathing of the tunnel hound echoed around the small space, she raised her gun, pointed in the vague direction she expected the beast to be, she pressed the trigger and let a stream of bullets. Finally, her gun clicked signalling that she needed to reload, in the darkness she fumbled for another clip, it was on her belt. There had been no yelp, no sound from the beast other than the low, ominous breathing and now Ryssa’s ears were ringing with the sound of gunfire, she couldn’t hear the sounds of breath but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Still trying to find the clip on her belt as her ears became used to the near silence she raised her head as she heard the soft padding sound of an animal walking closer. There was no way she could’ve missed it, it was right in front of her, yet it was moving closer and closer. Her fingers curled around the curved shape of the clip, she pulled it out of her belt, and went to click it into place. However, before her hand had even the chance to bring the clip to the gun she could feel the terrifying warmth of a hound, as tall as she was, breathing down on her.
Freezing with fright all she could do was take in the scent of death on its jaws, her mind shot back to over ten years ago, she’d faced one of these creatures and lived to tell the tale. The smell on its breath and the harsh rasping sound it made on each inhale made her head flood with images from the night she’d heard her mother killed by one of these things.
Trying to gather he wits about her Ryssa forced her military training to the forefront of her mind pushing out the bad memories and bringing in the ones that mattered right then. She took a step back, feeling unnerved about being in such close proximity to such a huge animal. There was a rush of air and she knew to brace herself ready to feel the great animal land on top of her.
As she was pushed to the ground she felt her head hit the floor, her breathing was hampered and one great paw was pinning her gun to her chest. She couldn’t even shoot the beast; she struggled to breathe whilst its great form exceeded more pressure on her chest as it leant down. A great rasp of air in front of her told her that the hound was sniffing her; she closed her eyes and shielded her face with her free arm.
The biting, barking and growling she had been expecting never came, the blackness enveloped her; the smell, weight and sounds of the beast on top of her slowly trickled away.
Outside the tunnel Lieutenant Matthews was trying to override the security lock on the door they had just exited. Despite orders from other officers to leave the door and get to safety Matthews wasn’t one to leave someone behind. It had been quiet in the tunnel for some time now and he knew to fear the worst. This was a big risk opening the door when a great hound might jump out and they’d never know about it. He had been told that they preferred the blackness of the tunnels although he didn’t want to take that information as true and just have faith that the great dog would run off into the darkness.
There was a loud click in the silence as the door was released, Matthews took a deep breath and pulled back the door. Light flooded the tunnel, it looked so bright in comparison to its usual darkness, the Lieutenant signalled for everyone to stay back as he held his gun tightly in front of him. He ignored the steps into the tunnel and jumped down as softly as he could, his feet landed on the ground with a low crunch as if he’d landed on snow. He looked down at the ground that was illuminated by the greyness from outside, cloaking the ground was a fine grey powder that wasn’t there when they’d exited the tunnel just minutes ago.
It was then that he saw Ryssa lying motionless on the floor a few metres away, she had her gun clutched to her chest and one arm thrown over her face.
Sudden blackness, the door was closed, freedom was gone. Ryssa turned quietly to look back into the depths of the tunnel, the deep breathing of the tunnel hound echoed around the small space, she raised her gun, pointed in the vague direction she expected the beast to be, she pressed the trigger and let a stream of bullets. Finally, her gun clicked signalling that she needed to reload, in the darkness she fumbled for another clip, it was on her belt. There had been no yelp, no sound from the beast other than the low, ominous breathing and now Ryssa’s ears were ringing with the sound of gunfire, she couldn’t hear the sounds of breath but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Still trying to find the clip on her belt as her ears became used to the near silence she raised her head as she heard the soft padding sound of an animal walking closer. There was no way she could’ve missed it, it was right in front of her, yet it was moving closer and closer. Her fingers curled around the curved shape of the clip, she pulled it out of her belt, and went to click it into place. However, before her hand had even the chance to bring the clip to the gun she could feel the terrifying warmth of a hound, as tall as she was, breathing down on her.
Freezing with fright all she could do was take in the scent of death on its jaws, her mind shot back to over ten years ago, she’d faced one of these creatures and lived to tell the tale. The smell on its breath and the harsh rasping sound it made on each inhale made her head flood with images from the night she’d heard her mother killed by one of these things.
Trying to gather he wits about her Ryssa forced her military training to the forefront of her mind pushing out the bad memories and bringing in the ones that mattered right then. She took a step back, feeling unnerved about being in such close proximity to such a huge animal. There was a rush of air and she knew to brace herself ready to feel the great animal land on top of her.
As she was pushed to the ground she felt her head hit the floor, her breathing was hampered and one great paw was pinning her gun to her chest. She couldn’t even shoot the beast; she struggled to breathe whilst its great form exceeded more pressure on her chest as it leant down. A great rasp of air in front of her told her that the hound was sniffing her; she closed her eyes and shielded her face with her free arm.
The biting, barking and growling she had been expecting never came, the blackness enveloped her; the smell, weight and sounds of the beast on top of her slowly trickled away.
Outside the tunnel Lieutenant Matthews was trying to override the security lock on the door they had just exited. Despite orders from other officers to leave the door and get to safety Matthews wasn’t one to leave someone behind. It had been quiet in the tunnel for some time now and he knew to fear the worst. This was a big risk opening the door when a great hound might jump out and they’d never know about it. He had been told that they preferred the blackness of the tunnels although he didn’t want to take that information as true and just have faith that the great dog would run off into the darkness.
There was a loud click in the silence as the door was released, Matthews took a deep breath and pulled back the door. Light flooded the tunnel, it looked so bright in comparison to its usual darkness, the Lieutenant signalled for everyone to stay back as he held his gun tightly in front of him. He ignored the steps into the tunnel and jumped down as softly as he could, his feet landed on the ground with a low crunch as if he’d landed on snow. He looked down at the ground that was illuminated by the greyness from outside, cloaking the ground was a fine grey powder that wasn’t there when they’d exited the tunnel just minutes ago.
It was then that he saw Ryssa lying motionless on the floor a few metres away, she had her gun clutched to her chest and one arm thrown over her face.
Friday, 29 May 2009
Tradition makes it so...
Recently my brain has been making up the endings to lost. I doubt there are any spoilers in this post but just incase, please don't read if you haven't seen the end of the most recent series.
So there I am, dreaming away.
Myself, Sawyer, Julliette, Jack and Kate were running around the jungle trying to get away from the Dharma dudes. We are also being followed by papparazzi... Juliette is pregnant and wearing a red top, she'd finding it hard to move.
Next I can hear music and am on my own, I can hear a guitar and drums I walk through the trees to see Sawyer teaching Kate to play drums whilst he is on a red SG guitar. Nice. Juliette then comes along followed by the paps. Kate gives up her drum stool for pregnant Juliette, the cameras start clicking away on her. She tells everyone to 'shh' before pointing to a nearby cave and telling the paps to take photos of that because it is important. All of a sudden there is an explosion in the cave, the paps die as does Juliette (oh dear).
The rest of us then get captured and it begins to rain, my dream then cuts to a scene on Jack, Kate and Sawyer atop a jeep rolling through the mud. Everything looked liek a warzone rather than lush jungleage.
They were taking to a hut where Sayid was and I don't quite remember how but we got out. (There was something about scrabble...) We ran out and Jack got shot, I remember thinking thank god because I really don't like Jack. So we got out and it was all icy Sayid broke the ice of a puddle and chucked it at the guards trying to stab them. It didn't work. Then Sayid turned on us and started speaking in a Russian accent he told us that his real name was Valerie and that he was a bad guy. He showed us the gun that was tucked into the front of his grey sweat pants (I'm sure there's some significance here because that bit was really vivid.) He then starts kicking water from the puddles at us, laughing and saying that it was full of bleach.
I got the water in my eyes but it didn't sting like bleach it was just wet. So Sayid says, "there, Jessica, it's bleach it hurts."
And I was just like "No."
And that was that....
So there I am, dreaming away.
Myself, Sawyer, Julliette, Jack and Kate were running around the jungle trying to get away from the Dharma dudes. We are also being followed by papparazzi... Juliette is pregnant and wearing a red top, she'd finding it hard to move.
Next I can hear music and am on my own, I can hear a guitar and drums I walk through the trees to see Sawyer teaching Kate to play drums whilst he is on a red SG guitar. Nice. Juliette then comes along followed by the paps. Kate gives up her drum stool for pregnant Juliette, the cameras start clicking away on her. She tells everyone to 'shh' before pointing to a nearby cave and telling the paps to take photos of that because it is important. All of a sudden there is an explosion in the cave, the paps die as does Juliette (oh dear).
The rest of us then get captured and it begins to rain, my dream then cuts to a scene on Jack, Kate and Sawyer atop a jeep rolling through the mud. Everything looked liek a warzone rather than lush jungleage.
They were taking to a hut where Sayid was and I don't quite remember how but we got out. (There was something about scrabble...) We ran out and Jack got shot, I remember thinking thank god because I really don't like Jack. So we got out and it was all icy Sayid broke the ice of a puddle and chucked it at the guards trying to stab them. It didn't work. Then Sayid turned on us and started speaking in a Russian accent he told us that his real name was Valerie and that he was a bad guy. He showed us the gun that was tucked into the front of his grey sweat pants (I'm sure there's some significance here because that bit was really vivid.) He then starts kicking water from the puddles at us, laughing and saying that it was full of bleach.
I got the water in my eyes but it didn't sting like bleach it was just wet. So Sayid says, "there, Jessica, it's bleach it hurts."
And I was just like "No."
And that was that....
Monday, 4 May 2009
Possibly the most awesome dream ever!
This dream was hilarious, it makes little sense but my dreams probably aren't supposed to be coherent. So, there I am in my old school, yet it didn't look anything like a school, I had to put makeup on Ben for another photographer to take photos of him, which was a little bit weird. There was also a big issue about me hiding my shoes from the teachers because they were my Louboutin shoes which have a red sole and apparently aren't allowed.
I was then with a load of old school friends, Adele, Helen, Katy etc and we were standing on a gravel track just off a main road. On the otherside of the road was a proper old school car, done up beautifully with flames, a proper rock car. In it was an old, quite good looking, rocker guy. Soon a load of other done up cars came to join him and they then all went roaring off into the forest.
I'm standing with Adele and chatting when Vernon Kay comes through the trees and grabs out attention. He needs us to follow him to get to boot camp. At this point I am feeling a bit worried because of how unfit I am I didn't want to have to run around in the mud chanting. We come out into this HUGE open field it is lovely and there is a food and sweet stand at one side. There are tents set up for us.
Adele and I choose a tent and sit ourselves down under a parasol, I took off my Louboutins and put all my stuff in the tent. Adele and I chilled out for a bit under our parasol, we then got some food, it was lovely.
There was a holodeck in this field, strangely. I went over to assist and as a Star Trek fan was a bit overwhelmed as I started to work alongside Riker, Data and Laforge. Something was wrong with the holodeck and there were some gas canisters about to go off unless the door to the holodeck was shut. For some reason it was jammed and we had to work to get it shut, as the gas from the canisters began to leak out Wesley Crusher came along, did something and the doors closed stopping the gas from getting into our boot camp.
I decided that as the crisis was averted that I could head back to my tent and chill out under the parasol. Adele had gone off so I was left to my own devices for a while, I was still a bit flustered from the whole Star Trek incident so I thought I'd sort out a big pile of Star Trek slash that I'd been writing. It was a big wedge of paper and it needed putting into a plastic wallet to stop it from creasing. So there I was having a bit of a fight with a plastic wallet and lots of paper. I was sitting on the ground leaning on a small wooden table.
Something distracted me and I looked away from my paper for a moment, when I looked back towards my paper I was surprised to see Commander Riker crouched down next to me, really close. So there I was with Star Trek slash which I knew contained a very graphic Riker / Worf scene, I hoped to god that nothing like it was mentioned in the page that was on top.
Riker tapped the pile of paper, "you know, you'd do brilliant at Star Fleet academy," he knew the papers were about Star Trek. I was, understandably, flustered he then spoke again, something about Worf, then left. I don't recall what he said but I remember thinking that he knew that I had been writing slash.
Then I woke up, squiggled to hell.
My mind is fucked up.
I was then with a load of old school friends, Adele, Helen, Katy etc and we were standing on a gravel track just off a main road. On the otherside of the road was a proper old school car, done up beautifully with flames, a proper rock car. In it was an old, quite good looking, rocker guy. Soon a load of other done up cars came to join him and they then all went roaring off into the forest.
I'm standing with Adele and chatting when Vernon Kay comes through the trees and grabs out attention. He needs us to follow him to get to boot camp. At this point I am feeling a bit worried because of how unfit I am I didn't want to have to run around in the mud chanting. We come out into this HUGE open field it is lovely and there is a food and sweet stand at one side. There are tents set up for us.
Adele and I choose a tent and sit ourselves down under a parasol, I took off my Louboutins and put all my stuff in the tent. Adele and I chilled out for a bit under our parasol, we then got some food, it was lovely.
There was a holodeck in this field, strangely. I went over to assist and as a Star Trek fan was a bit overwhelmed as I started to work alongside Riker, Data and Laforge. Something was wrong with the holodeck and there were some gas canisters about to go off unless the door to the holodeck was shut. For some reason it was jammed and we had to work to get it shut, as the gas from the canisters began to leak out Wesley Crusher came along, did something and the doors closed stopping the gas from getting into our boot camp.
I decided that as the crisis was averted that I could head back to my tent and chill out under the parasol. Adele had gone off so I was left to my own devices for a while, I was still a bit flustered from the whole Star Trek incident so I thought I'd sort out a big pile of Star Trek slash that I'd been writing. It was a big wedge of paper and it needed putting into a plastic wallet to stop it from creasing. So there I was having a bit of a fight with a plastic wallet and lots of paper. I was sitting on the ground leaning on a small wooden table.
Something distracted me and I looked away from my paper for a moment, when I looked back towards my paper I was surprised to see Commander Riker crouched down next to me, really close. So there I was with Star Trek slash which I knew contained a very graphic Riker / Worf scene, I hoped to god that nothing like it was mentioned in the page that was on top.
Riker tapped the pile of paper, "you know, you'd do brilliant at Star Fleet academy," he knew the papers were about Star Trek. I was, understandably, flustered he then spoke again, something about Worf, then left. I don't recall what he said but I remember thinking that he knew that I had been writing slash.
Then I woke up, squiggled to hell.
My mind is fucked up.
Friday, 3 April 2009
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
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