Pets Are the Best People

I have a budgie. His name is Smiddy. He speaks a lot and he makes a mess but he keeps me company all the time and rarely hassles me about anything. In fact, he's a lot of fun! He can say a lot of words and he dances and does all sorts of cute things.

We have our communication cues for different things. He does little things to tell me when he wants to eat, when he needs water, when he wants to go to sleep, when he wants a bath, and when he wants to get out of his cage. Meanwhile, I have cues for when I want to put him to bed and when I want him to go back in his cage and most of the time he is compliant.

We have spent many years devising this unspoken communication and respect. It's precious to me.

Sucker Punch Rocks!

If you watch the movie Sucker Punch and don't get it, you're an idiot. If you complain about lack of character development, you're still an idiot. And if you wish this movie had a small romantic narrative (which is what destroys every other Hollywood picture with an ounce of promise), yep, congratulations, you're a bonafide idiot.

This movie leaves out the unnecessary and does what is necessary: creating a dream-like world for the viewer to escape into, be entertained and made to think ... at least a little bit. It was better than I expected. I didn't think it would be able to hold my interest (so many Hollywood films are so formulaic that few do anymore) but thankfully it did and I can even say, I really enjoyed it.

Sucker Punch crosses a variety of genres to suit nearly everyone with a predilection to fantasy, soft porn, war, action, thriller, and science fiction. There's dragons, World War 1 planes, hot women, robots, big guns, small guns, plenty of chases, swords, cool moves, great music, great scenes, cool camera angles/movements and a gorgeous blonde girl with pig tails and a short skirt leading the charge. Sound good?

Where's My Bollywood Alien Flick?

Is This A Jehova's Witness Magazine Cover? WTF is that?

The Indian film industry, otherwise known as Bollywood, is a massive success ... in India. Beyond India it probably has some success in neighbouring lands but it is yet to spread that appeal to Western audiences. Why? I'll tell you why: a lack of good alien flicks.

Gaddafi's Love Letters to Obama Rejected

An Insanely Jealous Gaddafi Watches Obama Carefully

It appears Libyan leader/violent dictator/hairstyle guru, Moamar Gaddafi, is pining for US President, Barack Obama and can't stop sending him love letters ... "We can confirm that there is a letter, obviously not the first," White House spokesman Jay Carney told reporters aboard Air Force One as Mr Obama flew to an event in Philadelphia. http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/04/07/3184395.htm

This is not the first time Gaddafi has fallen in love with a US President and each occasion is being met with more severe reprisals as time goes on, Gaddafi it seems, just can't take a hint.

In 1986 US President Ronald Reagan was forced to bomb the Libyan capital of Tripoli when the CIA discovered that Gaddafi had arranged another large floral arrangement to be sent to the President as an expression of his unrepentant romantic feelings for him.

Just One Alien. Is That Too Much to Ask?

Could this thing really take our women?

Ever since I was a little boy I have wanted to see an alien land here on Earth and just freak people out. E.T. came close and was so real to me back in the day that I always kept a packet of Skittles handy just in case. But now when I watch it I cringe and eat all the Skittles myself.

After 30 years of waiting for aliens, I'm starting to lose hope. Now is the right time for them to show up if they're ever going to do it. I don't want some piddly little thing like Paul. Something cooler like Predator or Alien would be good, even one of the 'prawns' from District 9 would suffice. Humanity needs a challenge. A being it can't control. No, Joan Rivers does not count but I can see the comparison.

You Know You've Seen Too Many Episodes of 'Air Crash Investigation' When ...

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You stare anxiously out the airport window and monitor the maintenance crew to see if they are using trainee engineers. If they are, you rush out onto the tarmac with your personally downloaded copy of the correct maintenance guide for that make and model of plane and force them to follow it meticulously.

Writer's Block ... See! I Can't Even Think of A Catchy Title ...

So, I've got writer's block all of a sudden. A few ideas went through my head: Bieber's new movie, the multiverse, daylight savings ... but nothing grabbed me. I'm not going to sit here and pretend like I really want to write about writer's block either - that wouldn't be writer's block would it? Maybe I should just stop writing now. That'd be the most sensible thing for a writer with writer's block to do. But no, here I am still writing. At what point of writing is writer's block no longer writer's block? Have I reached it yet? Does a paragraph count? Maybe it's not even writer's block.