For the same reason I don’t make New Years resolutions I’ve never felt the urge to reflect on my blog at the end of the calendar year.
In both cases it seems so bizarrely arbitrary.
If an individual wishes to reflect on their life or make positive changes to it; kick ass. That’s to be commended. However, ANY TIME IS A GOOD TIME TO DO THIS. The 22nd of July, the 1st of August, the 14th of November or March the goddamn 26th are all equally opportune dates to decide to stop sucking so much.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first, and possibly only, episode of Drunken Snapchat Theatre. A cinematic journey in which your humble narrator watches fantastically terrible films while drinking too much. And Snaps™ it.
After regularly subjecting my friends to this nonsense I thought I’d see how it flies here.
Drunken Snapchat Theatre may contain violence and bloodshed, gratuitous nudity, bad language and glib observations masquerading as humour. You have been warned.
Today I walked past a woman on the street. Well, I actually walked past many women on the street. I imagine I passed a countless number of women without seeing them as anything other than another obstacle to navigate on the streetscape. Equality yo.
Some I did notice. One in particular caught and held my attention.
I’ll admit, the prime cause of this noticing was most usually because I found these passing strangers to be attractive. Shiny. I’m not sure if it’s OK to find women attractive in these modern times, or call them shiny, but the truth is the truth. I get distracted by shiny things. Women included. If I were a bower bird decorating my nest it would be built and decorated with attractive women. Well, I mean, um… Hmm. That metaphor took a decidedly grim turn. I leave it up to you to come up with your own. Hopefully one that’s a little less Ed Gein-y.
Remember when the trailers for Suicide Squad were all dark and moody? But then Batman v Superman was dark and moody and nobody liked it because it sucked?
Yeah, well, in completely unrelated news Suicide Squad has been rejigged with expensive new re-shoots to make a movie about murderers, rapists, arsonists and psychopaths a rollicking ride of hilarity and yucks!
Jon English, Australian rock/theatre stalwart and guy whose records my Ma would sometimes play when I was young, has died from post-surgery complications.
The All Together Now actor continues the trend of 2016 taking people that have always been a part of the background noise of our lives.
An enterprising soul with too much time on their hands has managed to unearth Taylor Swift’s old MySpace account. Because I have too much time on my hands I read through her old posts and two in particular jumped out at me.
“ I feel like me and Taylor might have sex / I made that bitch famous ”
Kanye West did another thing. And I don’t think it’s a big deal. Turns out that I’m more a fan of music and Rock & Roll than I am a fan of being easily offended; because I have no issue with this lyric. Perhaps it’s time to hand in my SJW card.