Going to ELCAF this weekend
What should I be checking out?
What should I be checking out?
"In the Steven Spielberg movie, E.T., why is the alien brown? No reason. In Love Story, why do the two characters fall madly in love with each other? No reason. In Oliver Stone’s JFK, why is the president suddenly assassinated by some stranger? No reason.
In the excellent Chainsaw Massacre by Toby Hooper, why don’t we ever see the characters go to the bathroom, or wash their hands like people do in real life? Absolutely no reason. Worse, in the Pianist by Polanski, how come this guy has to hide and live like a bum when he plays the piano so well? Once again the answer is, no reason.
I could go on for hours with more examples, the list is endless. You probably never gave it a thought, but all great films, without exception, contain an important element of no reason. And you know why?
Because life itself is filled with no reason.”
My life is so much more boring than what social media tells you, and it doesn’t even tell you that it’s exciting at all.
I promise that you have never seen anyone quite like him. Certainly you will know others similar, but it would not be untrue to say that no-one is quite on the same level.
In fact he is such a way, that it would be impossible for me to describe him without sounding unpleasant, so I shall not even try to do so.
I drink when I’m bored and I’m bored when I drink,
I drink to forget then I forget to think.
With my undergrad degree finishing in just under 5 and a half hours, I can’t help but feel my shitty future hurtling towards me.
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and then politely asked them out.
He had a series of meaningful emotional relationships from that point onwards.
This was some of my evening
pre-staff meeting vanity
Norm’s Pizza in The Crocodiles Dilemma.
George Godwin and Wrong Art A/V presents: Cairn by George Godwin, a brand new audio-visual installation.
Presented as a pentaptych video projection with 4 channel multi-sound, the debut performance of this new and exciting piece will be the evening of Sunday 11th May 2014 at PATS Dance Studio, University of Surrey campus, Guildford.
Free admission // Door time TBC (probably 7pm)
See footage from George’s previous installation, Modem, here.
"I’ll introduce you to my mate, Ted Bundy",
Said the man.
"He lives in a treehouse,
By the Seal Sanctuary in Gweek”.
"I’m busy that weekend."
I later wondered,
If Ted could get us discounted entry,
To see the seals.
Jack Weeks was fantastically un-photogenic, but to be honest he didn’t look any better in person. As such, he never had much luck with women and would complain to his beautiful and long suffering mother, Susanne.
"I’m 26 years old and I’ve never touched a (human) breast", he would sigh.
Jack spoke with parenthesise as he had once handled a chicken breast, preparing stew for his ant farm. The ants had hated it.
"You can touch one of mine if you like!" Susanne replied one morning at breakfast.
Jack vomited immediately and violently, smothering his new silver jelly shoes in recycled orange squash. He was never one to get jokes first time round and his mother should know that by now. Susanne blushed, ashamed by her poor judgement. She ran from the room and booked a table at the Burger Shack drive-thru as way of an apology.
Jack drew his bilious lips into a smile, this was shaping up to be an excellent Thursday.
"And we have to get out soon. Because something is coming. The bad something making the cereal noise."Dinah (The Langoliers by Stephen King)