What is this "compromise" you speak of?

• I have my first three hour exam tomorrow. Wish me luck? Uhm    o.O

• I just finished the final section of notes for said exam - namely, the sections covering International Law and its relationship with Australian domestic law, Human Rights law and immigration detention, and Indigenous claims to special rights (land rights, mostly.) I sat back and stared at it for a while. Then I labelled it 'Australia: Reasons Why We Fail' in big red letters. Ugh.

• I think my cousin knows me too well. He's a comic book fanatic, and when I visited him the other day he offered to let me borrow copious amounts of Deadpool and Cable ("Cable and I, we have this don't ask, don't tell thing going on..." "Seeing as he has a lot of my brain, I figured I could take his pancreas. It's only a little pancreas.") and also this other one called the Authority. It involves Superman a solar-powered super-strong flying dude and Batman a black leather cowl-wearing vigilante who likes to kill shit spending a lot of time kissing, getting married, kissing some more, and adopting the spirit of the 21st century. Her name is Jenny.

• Just as I was beginning to  get addicted to Q&A it finishes for the year. Nevermind. The lack of a fistfight between Joe Hockey and David Marr (who put those two next to each other? Whoever it is, I think I love them) was made up for by the ridiculous awesome rap at the end.

• Someone I know offered to lend me the new Twilight soundtrack. My instinctive reaction of AHH TWILIGHT KILL IT, KILL IT WITH FIRE was stopped short by the realisation that it had exclusive content from the Killers, Thom Yorke and the Editors, and a Muse remix. Whut. How. Why. Damn you,  Brandon Flowers, damn you very much. You make me abandon my principles. Specifically my anti-sparkling-dickwad-vampires-and-eyeball-destroying-mary-sue-romance principles.  

Here, have some Russian dancers mucking about on the beach during the Ballet Russes Australian tour in 1939.

For... no particular reason. Oh shut up, you.

- Today was the last day of my first week back at uni, and I am so tired it has reached the point where sleep is not an option and stream of consciousness typing is a go go.

- I decided in my exhaustion that until I had read some F Scott Fitzgerald I was not a well rounded human being. Now it's half past midnight and I just finished reading the entirety of the Great Gatsby and I'm feeling vicariously disillusioned with life and want cocktails

- Description of the Muse song 'Knights of Cydonia' by some magazine: "[the song] begs to be taken off on a stretcher and sprayed with liquid novocaine like a histrionic italian footballer". Best. Description. Ever.

- New icons making me disproportionately happy. Wish the pictures were real though, instead of me photoshopping Ed and Rob together and Bowie with Robert Smith leaning over his shoulder... how awesome would it be if Bowie sang with Smith? Can't stop listening to 'Wrong Number'... rearranged record collection so I can get to the damn things without turning the boxes upside down. Have too much Hoodoo Gurus. Is there such thing as too much Hoodoo Gurus? Must investigate further. I  have Run DMC on record. Fucking A. Did not realise that. Who the hell gave me that?

- Appreciating Bob Dylan through the weirdness of 'I'm Not There'. Still can't make self like Cate Blanchett. Looks creepily like Dylan, though. Wondering why the Beatles have helium voices and why there was not more Ben Whishaw... Ben with cigarette is sex. Somehow he always makes me think of consumptive Victorian poets.

- Sorry for this post? Uhm.

For oni_butterfly 

(And  no, I have never done anything like this before...)





( Take a look at this fucking British comedian... )

I just got home yesterday to discover my brother had stolen my phone and changed the ringtone to the Colbert Report theme tune, and because mum is out tonight dad picked up a film on the way home and he picked Watchmen. The boys of my family: currently being rather awesome. And in other news...

• I sort of feel like playing the old put-itunes-on-shuffle-and-see-what-you-can-write-in-a-song game. So... um... if anyone wants to give me a pairing, or fandom, I'll write you, say, three song drabbles from whatever my itunes throws at me? If anyone wants? Just for laughs.

• I was guided to this by the lovely butchiemcgee (the mighty ruler of the land of gifs and Matthew Goode) and find myself... amused and highly, highly disturbed. That might just be a little too much information about The Bear Jew for me to handle. But I have now made myself a Basterds icon...

• I WANT MORE ICON SPACE. SADFACE.

• Everyone in my family loves Glee. Which is good. Less all-out no-mercy blood-and-tumble battles for the remote. At least on Thursday nights.

• It is impossible to feel threatened by Cary Grant, even when he is trying really really hard.

• Oh yeah, and the Emmy's! I missed them. I saw maybe the first half hour. I never cared before, but I sorta wanted to see if Jon or Stephen won anything :D. I did notice there were a ridiculous number of Australians. Neil Patrick Harris, why don't you like women? *sighs* Because I want to take Dr Horrible home. Just a little bit.

The new Muse album isn't out yet, but I found free streaming of the whole thing here and it is making me VERY HAPPY INDEED.

SO AWESOME. POWER PIANO. OPERATIC INTERLUDES. GENERAL MUSIC EPICNESS OF MIND BLOWING PROPORTIONS.

(I'm sort of a fan, and I kind of like it.)

I think I shall go listen to it again.

I went to see it with my dad on fathers day, because that's a perfectly normal way to bond. My reaction? HOLY SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED. My dad's? "Quentin Tarantino doesn't have the intellectual sophistication to take on this subject."

We had fun arguing about it :D and I'm not being sarcastic, it was genuinely that type of awesome, malice-free very agreeable debates that lasted for hours and we were both very serious and rather pretentious and it was fun.

I'm not going to spoiler-ify, but Melanie Laurent was BADASS. QT writes some damn good roles for women. Eli Roth was FUCKING INSANE. Cristoph Waltz deserves every award in the universe ever.

I found Brad Pitt... faintly ridiculous. And to my shame I almost forgot about Michael Fassbender until he rocked up with his own stylish brand of Britishness.

I can't remember where I got it from, but someone said in or about this film that "The English are fighting this war like it's a game. The Americans are fighting it like it's fun. And the Jewish are in holy war." Looking at Pitt, Fassbender and Roth (or Schweiger or Laurent, for that matter) respectively in this film... that is such a perfect way to put it.