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Showing posts with label horror movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror movies. Show all posts
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Three Hyperlinks
I've spent the last week working on other stuff, so have been unable to bring more Sleep Dep into the world.
So here are some links.
Exhilarating - Just in case you are not one of the 900,000 people who've seen this already. "There Are Monsters". Watch it in full screen, pay attention.
Wonderful - "White Girl Dreams", ten pages from Mary K Brown. Navigation is on the left. MK Brown is who Sleep Dep wants to be when it grows up.
Inspirational - The complete and downloadable recordings of Shooby Taylor, the Human Horn. Start from the top. Don't stop after the first couple. Keep listening. Listen to them all.
So here are some links.
Exhilarating - Just in case you are not one of the 900,000 people who've seen this already. "There Are Monsters". Watch it in full screen, pay attention.
Wonderful - "White Girl Dreams", ten pages from Mary K Brown. Navigation is on the left. MK Brown is who Sleep Dep wants to be when it grows up.
Inspirational - The complete and downloadable recordings of Shooby Taylor, the Human Horn. Start from the top. Don't stop after the first couple. Keep listening. Listen to them all.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Blog Entry
Ordinarily I wouldn't be making an entry about my personal life (at least in the present) or music or going to see bands etc, that's not the sort of blog this is.
Not really out to post photos of my friends or anything ("look, there's you! And there's ME!"). Go on rants about my political opinions. Talk about celebrities or thinkers I think are cool.
HOWEVER
Yes HOWEVER because through the good graces of a woman who is not actually named Quincey but for the purposes of this blog is, I am in possession of the following:
Probably this means little or nothing to you. YOU DAMNED FOOL! I forgive you.
This is like you getting to see one of YOUR bands, whatever they are for you, like the top two or three bands in your life. Jhonn Balance is unfortunately dead, so there's no more Coil, but Peter Christopherson made all the music anyway and this is him and I'm getting to see him.
And it just keeps coming:
The first ticket is a 12 hour horror movie marathon. Then Threshold Houseboys Choir. Then on Monday they're showing Suspiria. In a cinema! Amazing.
The movie tickets, I should say, were subsidised by the Film House membership I got as a going-away present from my job in New Zealand. So in something of an irony, working to promote the rights of women has given me a discount to see a film where women are stabbed, dissected, impaled by glass, hung from nooses, covered in maggots, cursed by surreal flashing lights, dropped into a room full of barbed wire, and then brought back to life to attack their friends.
If someone pitched me this weekend, and said: "all of this could be yours, but we'd have to pull one of your fingernails out with pliers", I would have said: "okay, do it." I would probably have asked for a shot of whiskey or something first. But going to these movies and this gig is better good than having a fingernail pulled out would be badly bad. Go Quincey.
Thank you for indulging me. Hopefully this does not constitute gloating. Probably not.
It probably doesn't mean a lot to you. There has been mention that recent Sleep Dep entries ("Sleep Dentries") have been gloomy and suggestive of a sad or depressed state of mind. Not so.
Here is a picture of a boarded up primary school near my office:
Not really out to post photos of my friends or anything ("look, there's you! And there's ME!"). Go on rants about my political opinions. Talk about celebrities or thinkers I think are cool.
HOWEVER
Yes HOWEVER because through the good graces of a woman who is not actually named Quincey but for the purposes of this blog is, I am in possession of the following:
Probably this means little or nothing to you. YOU DAMNED FOOL! I forgive you.
This is like you getting to see one of YOUR bands, whatever they are for you, like the top two or three bands in your life. Jhonn Balance is unfortunately dead, so there's no more Coil, but Peter Christopherson made all the music anyway and this is him and I'm getting to see him.
And it just keeps coming:
The first ticket is a 12 hour horror movie marathon. Then Threshold Houseboys Choir. Then on Monday they're showing Suspiria. In a cinema! Amazing.
The movie tickets, I should say, were subsidised by the Film House membership I got as a going-away present from my job in New Zealand. So in something of an irony, working to promote the rights of women has given me a discount to see a film where women are stabbed, dissected, impaled by glass, hung from nooses, covered in maggots, cursed by surreal flashing lights, dropped into a room full of barbed wire, and then brought back to life to attack their friends.
If someone pitched me this weekend, and said: "all of this could be yours, but we'd have to pull one of your fingernails out with pliers", I would have said: "okay, do it." I would probably have asked for a shot of whiskey or something first. But going to these movies and this gig is better good than having a fingernail pulled out would be badly bad. Go Quincey.
Thank you for indulging me. Hopefully this does not constitute gloating. Probably not.
It probably doesn't mean a lot to you. There has been mention that recent Sleep Dep entries ("Sleep Dentries") have been gloomy and suggestive of a sad or depressed state of mind. Not so.
Here is a picture of a boarded up primary school near my office:
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