Author: Paul

This marks the 40th entry on Blogostino. I’d like to thank you for reading weekly/fortnightly/intermittently! If you are reading daily, I apologise for the lack of updates, but really hope you don’t show up on my doorstep with a knife. To celebrate, I’ll be holding a party on the moon. You’re all invited, but you’ll have…

“Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty human!” Is what my keyboard would say if it actually could. Seriously, I abuse this thing. But just like gravy, it’s on to the meat and potatoes. Rise of the Planet of the Apes I know, I know. What kind of self-confessed geek (or nerd, I’ll…

After watching Kevin Smith’s latest film, Red State, I couldn’t help but feel like the film needed to be made five years ago. It turns out that Kevin Smith had completed writing the film around the same time he had completed Zack and Miri Make a Porno, but no-one wanted to touch Red State. A…

In the space of one week, two of my favourite US comedians just happened to be touring the country. The result? My laugh quota for at least two weeks was filled, so now I must remain silent during any potentially funny encounters. To surpass my laugh quota would mean that I would run out of…

Besides the fact I needed two days to recover from my birthday celebrations, this week could be summed up in one word – average. This is how average my week was – I was able to stand in front of my television and time how long it took to start up. I’m not kidding. It…

10. Aging In case you haven’t read the most recent entries, I have turned 29 years old. That’s enough of a reason to throw a party. I’m sure that parties have been thrown for lesser causes or reasons, but I can only hope that people haven’t started throwing parties over everyday tasks like putting your…

This isn’t Suddenly 30 (side note: I’ve never really ever understood the fuss about Jennifer Garner – no, I haven’t watched Alias – but if I were to express my relative lack of care for anything Jennifer Garner-related in the form of a Sesame Street character, I would have to name it Shruggleupagus), but the way…

By the time I write my next regular weekly entry, I will have turned 29. Fuck a duck. That’s not me telling you to go and fuck a duck, but I’m not going to judge you if you feel like you should engage in some mallard mating. I could piss and moan about how getting older…

So now for something completely different. Consider this kind of like a director’s commentary of my previous blog post, if you will. The reason I’m writing it is because when I sit down to do any entry, it’s kind of all off-the-cuff reflexive reflective writing. Once it’s done and posted, I’ll read over it and…

Tutorials kicked off this week. The way I’ve allocated everything across a week means I have a heck more spare time on my hands – maybe not once essays and assignments start kicking off, but for the time being I’ve managed to carve out a nice balance. 13 Assassins. Takashi Miike’s ode to all things…