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The anticlimax

Today was quite an anticlimactic one.

Left for the movies a few minutes late, and stupid Gold Coast traffic meant that we couldn't make up the time. We were going to meet at 1:15 for a 1:30 movie, and I arrived at 1:18, expecting to be the last there and be accused of being abnormally late. Instead, Sam was the only one there - ironic, seeing I'm usually the early one, not him (when Sam says he'll be at your place at 9am, don't get up until 9:45) - and so we hung around, and by 1:25 it was a case of "Well, we're going to miss our movie." We were going to see SWAT, mainly because it was on at a convenient time ... then 1:30 ticked around and they still weren't there. Not long before that, I fired off a text to Burns, and got one back from Rhiana reading (I quote exactly);

'My habit 2 always b late andre my fault sorry im female'

Upon reading that, Sam made strange confused/"huh?" noises while I looked at him oddly and said something like "What the hell/Zooropa/Popmart/fuck?" (I can't remember which, but it'd be one of those four). So I was just getting ready to type back an SMS asking 'And just what are you going on about?' when they FINALLY turned up, SEVENTEEN minutes late, and they'd brought Rhiana's older brother with them.

In regards to the following, a disclaimer that may or may not be necessary: Sam and I are teenage guys and we both reserve the right to act as one at any chosen moment.

This is the point where I reflect upon the happy couple. Rhiana said but one word to me (and Sam, actually): "Hey." Maybe she was shocked at the way the fearsome Axver looks and sounds in person. Or maybe she saw her reflection in the mirror. When Sam and I got back to his place afterwards, I said "Jamie's going to want to know what Rhiana looked like, so what shall I tell him?" and Sam's response was "On a scale of one to ten - zero." We burst into laughter at that point and then reflected on the Lily incident and threw a negative three in her direction. But I digress: back to the movie theatre. Burns typically looked like a prat - terms that have used to describe him in the past are "a dirty snowman", "a retarded/demented chipmunk", and "one of those little puppy dogs that tries to act adorable but is really annoying and all you want to do is kick the blighter." One comment Sam made about five times today is "I hate to think what their children would look like." And I would have passed on greetings from our very own Lord of Darkness (all you people who want to worship/kill him, he's in Germany) but Rhiana's brother looked older and possibly meaner than Sam and I, so I refrained.

Upon consulting the screen with movie times, we decided that we could make a showing of Master And Commander that was about to start, so we dashed off, I poured the frozen Coke I NEED at the movies (no movie is complete without one), made a cleverly disguised push into the line for tickets where Sam was, got my ticket right after him, and then, as I walked away, noting that Burns and Rhiana had managed to end up right at the back of the queue (that had grown exponentially since my push-in), Sam and I bumped into two guys from school, Hamilton and Grant, who were going to see Scary Movie 3. They spotted the couple, and watching people holding back laughter is always amusing. Somehow the line took ages, and so we only got into the movie as the ads were rolling. And rolled. And rolled. When they finally finished, I leaned over to Sam and asked "So, how many minutes are left for the movie?"

Master And Commander is brilliant. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Russell Crowe is an absolute arse of a man with the personality of a flaming moron (really, I'm sick of articles in newspapers harping on about the last abusive phone call/interview/conversation/encounter with Crowe), but he is a good actor and the movie was quality.

After it, we walked out, and then for some reason, Burns, Rhiana, and her brother just stayed behind, up by the theatre exit, while Sam and I walked off to phone his Dad and go back to his place. Once we got back there, we stuffed around, had dinner, and headed down to run the Lego trains, which was initially good but then got tedious and monotonous. Had a lot of people through, with the only serious lull right at the end.

And now I'm home. Today was very anticlimactic. I expected Rhiana to say more, I did not expect an older brother stopping my attempts to pass on messages from people to Burns, and I ... eh, it was really a non-event. It was more like just going to see a movie with Sam - the others just weren't there.

One thing I was going to comment on was the Nathan bloke who showed up while we were running the trains (he sometimes runs them with us, and brought a couple more of his own tonight). He's about our age, but ... I don't like him. Now I can understand people being "men of few words" or being shy, but it's like he's not a shy guy, not a man of few words, just he doesn't want to talk to me or Sam. He barely said much at all, particularly to me. Really, when you're sitting around, your trains running around flawlessly, having no need for you because the speed is perfect, is it too much to ask to make conversation? Sam and I will talk to each other and occasionally to some of the people viewing the trains, but Nathan wouldn't say much at all; indeed, I could probably count on one hand the amount of words he said to me all evening. Strange. Some people ...

--- 11:01 ---

OH! When Mum dropped me off at the theatre, she came in and brought our tickets for LotR:RotK. Hooray, I have my tickets! Midday on opening day (Boxing Day, which is December 26 for those uneducated and/or left-out folk out there). I'm not keen on midnight showings, so I'm quite content with that time. I find it ironic how so many people are going on about "Oh, don't give me any spoilers!" THE BOOK'S ONLY BEEN OUT FOR 50+ YEARS! Really. OK, so the movie will probably deviate a bit, but so what? It's not like Sauron's going to become Frodo's best friend, Sam's going to steal the Ring and give it to Aragorn, and Gimli is going to marry Arwen. You can see the ending a mile off anyway, even if you haven't read the books (to non-LotR readers: shame on you, get your act together). I pose a question: since when has the hero NOT won?

For the record, I don't care if that gives anything away. Sorry. If you want me to justify why I don't care, go ahead and ask me to.

--- 11:35 ---

Bono is one of the greatest men to ever live. There, I said it, and I stand by it. Hooray for Bono! The man should be a saint or knighted or something. He's a bloody legend.

Edge is incredible on guitar. And bass. The bassline of 40 could hypnotise me if you tried hard enough. And his voice, oh his voice! He has the sweetest voice (re: Sunday Bloody Sunday, Popmart Mexico). His piano playing! Running To Stand Still is so beautiful, and anyone who can do triple duty on backing vocals, lead guitar, and piano all in one song (New Year's Day) has to be pretty good, especially when you play a piano ... sequence, I'll call it, heading straight into the riff (which, until I heard 11 O'clock Tick Tock, was my favourite riff).

Adam = individual. The man rocks.

Larry. I'll always love Larry for the following scene in Rattle And Hum;

*the band is launching into a rendition of Angel Of Harlem in the studio, and Larry puts his feet on the drums*
Adam: If I had feet like yours, I wouldn't want them in the movie.
Larry: If I had a head like yours, I'd friggin' bury it!

'Boy, stupid boy
Don't sit at the table
'til you're able to
Toy, broken toy
Shout and shout
You're inside out
'til you don't know, Electric Co.
'til you don't know, Electric Co.

Red, running red
You play for real
The toy could feel
A hole in your head
You go in shock
You're spoon fed
'til you don't know, Electric Co.
'til you don't know, Electric Co.'
- some of The Electric Co. from 2 May 1985

'Such a nice day
Throw your life away
Such a nice day
Let it go
Cold, in his eyes
I can't believe it
Cold, in his heart and soul
Heart and soul

Cold, in his eye
I can't believe it
So lay me down
The longest sleep, oh
The longest sleep

In I come and out you go, you get
Here we are again, now place your bets
Is the time, the time to win or lose?
The time, the time to choose?

Cold, in his eyes
I can't believe it
So deep inside
A cold fire

In some white track
You come the right track
I'm all right Jack
You get off my back
I'm no dope
I give you hope
Here's the rope
Here's the rope
Now, swing on it'
- a good deal of Wire, 2 May 1985

Fantastic song about drug addiction right there. I love the weird sounds Bono makes at the start and between a couple of verses.

Bono's infamous Fuck the Revolution rant during Sunday Bloody Sunday, 8 November 1987 (from the Rattle And Hum video);
"Yeah! Yeah! Well let me tell you something. I've had enough of Irish-Americans who haven't been back to their country for twenty or thirty years come up to me and talk about the resistance, the Revolution back home, and the glory of the Revolution, and the glory of dying for the Revolution. Fuck the Revolution! They don't talk about the glory of killing for the Revolution. Where's the glory in taking a man from his bed and gunning him down in front of his wife and his children? Where's the glory in that? Where's the glory in bombing a Remembrance Day parade of old age pensioners, their medals taken out and polished up for the day and leaving them dying, or crippled for life, or dead ... under the rubble .. of the Revolution ... that the majority of the people of my country don't want? No more! Sing! No more! No more! No more! No more!

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes
Wipe your tears away
I'm so sick of it!"

Bono's not-quite-as-infamous Fuck Freedom speech from 11 November 1987, at the free San Francisco 'Save The Yuppies' concert;
"What's this I see over here? Two letters: 'SF' and 'U2'. Is that a girl's name or does that stand for Sinn Fein, the Irish Republican Army? 'Cause if it does, I don't know how you can stand or stomach to wave that sign this week ... 'cause you bastards left them there - eleven dead, twenty-five wounded, in the name of freedom. Fuck freedom!"

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