spaced (i believe in)
Ok I am writing this in the hopes that someone other than my close friends might read this.
Spaced.
Spaced is a television show. A British one.
Now far be it for me to be any sort of shining beacon of good taste. Lord (and most of my friends) knows i've been known to pick the occassional stinker as watchable from time to time, on both the big and small screen. Chalk it up to the O word. (opinion, not orgasm, you pervs.)
Anyways, before the creators and contributors of the hit movie Shaun of the Dead even dreamed of blowing away hordes of zombies, they gave life to Spaced. A fourteen episode, two season (hopefully the third one will begin filming soon) little corner of breakthrough television. I'm not saying this is the best show in the world. Some of the jokes are lame, and a few of the Britishisms might go flying over our yankee heads, but in essence, as a whole, in the big scheme of things.......this show is amazing.
The first thing, and one of the main points of my arguement, is Tim, one of the main characters. He is a dork. Nerd. Geek. Fanboy. Whatever you want to call us. But he's also cool, or at least thinks he is at times. And he's cute, but I digress. His friend Mike is a failing military man with a penchant for a bit of the ultra-violence and his roomate Daisy is a kooky failed magazine writer with a flair for the dramatic. There are more characters with even more interesting personality quirks, but i'd be here for a while describing them.
The reason I like this show so much, and why you should is.....i dunno. I got attached to the characters, like a crazy old lady gets attached to a few hundred cats. With the writing and the acting, one situation might seems very real, as if it happened to me at one point, and others might seem like fantasy, or to put it more aptly, like a movie. Speaking of which, this show is rife with movie, video game, and other pop-cult references, which is a huge plus, at least as far as i'm concerned. And like some of the bestest shows (i'm looking at you Futurama) it also has it's sweet and touching moments.
But there is a problem.
That problem is distribution. Namely american distribution.
Trio is the only network that has shown Spaced so far. BBC america won't even show it for some reason. Not only that, but the dvd is of course european only (region code such and such). Thankfully for me I managed to TiVo every episode. For everybody else however, you're screwed.
So if you have Trio, and you see something that says Spaced, watch it. Watch it as much as you can. Record it and watch it over and over again. Or just ignore me and continue watching your soap operas.
Posted by cainnum at 10:11 AM
top ten songs (at any given time.)
10. elbow-any day now
9. sigur ros-svefn g englar
8. the sea and cake- the sporting life
7. radiohead-let down
6. they might be giants-snowball in hell
5. pixies-letters to memphis
4. Jim O'rourke-therefore, I am
3. south-keep close
2. centro-matic-line. connection. aim
1. sparklehorse-piano fire
Posted by cainnum at 3:56 PM
a note on people
they seem not to notice certain things
like when an old one falls asleep suddenly
or when the persecuted try to rise up
one at a time
they seem not to mind being packed in together
even to the point of causing pain
as long as nervous glances are exchanged
in place of words
but what they do pay attention to
and this is of particular interest
is the minor details of the life of one
that lives very far away
such as what we refer to as the' stage liar'
or the 'false assumer'
and it seems not to matter just to one
or perhaps to a small group
but to a large majority of the inhabitants
they give their wadded paper to others
for a chance to peek at a stranger's secrets
secrets i might add that are most likely falsehoods
this aside, they do have beliefs
mainly various god worship
with some opressive fear inducing tactics
but nothing worse then what we sometimes succumb to
but this, coupled with their appetite for their own blood
leads us to believe that the tour we had planned
might not include this region
the smaller units may become agitated
at what they may see
i know i certainly was
Posted by cainnum at 3:43 PM
dammit, dammit, dammit!
loren is going to denton next week. i however cannot go, because i'm already scheduled for work for the entire weekend. this really sucks. i am genuinely upset. i will come to see you guys soon. maybe spring break. anyways i've asked loren to get katamari damacy, and she has been told to use force if necessary. j/k.
p.s. more poetry whenever i get around to it. laters *hugs*
Posted by cainnum at 6:43 PM
fine, i lied.
ok so not every single post is going to be a poem. sorry, i'm not that prolific. besides i have to tell everyone that vernonica will be snazzing up my blog soon. i hope. laters.
Posted by cainnum at 3:15 PM
b(00)m!
sounds like.....?
deception in a doorway, maybe
if the way out was in, then things could get a bit crowded
like a japanese subway.
and if you look close enough
you can see an inch of space in between
a universe to some
a relationship to others
and that is where the words are
(small letter families)
weak foundation words
with backgrounds of their own
hate, i think
never had a mother
as if the childlike notion of a word being real
ever made a difference.
love, on the other hand
could have been fatherless
but i doubt hopelessly wandering forever
has anything to do with having no male figure.
there was another one somewhere
hitchiking, begging for sight
scratching out a sign saying
"Hello. My name is: Trust."
there were others, i believe
memory, the dead one
faith, the crazy relative
who ever happens to stop by.
but it really matters not
they are fiction. characters.
like nature, or one of those boom words
something to laugh at when you're not sleeping.
the real people, the solid ghosts
are the ones who pillars are made from
standing solid under endless towers
batting away at those pesky words.
waiting for the time to come
when the curtain pulls back
revealing a chorus line of lonely bodies
with b(00)m in their eyes, and s1gh in their hearts
and no will ever know *insert chuckle here*
who runs the subway, shoves them in tight
prints the words on the ads
that tell us our story is over.
but we decide when, don't we?
forever will we hold on to the meaningless,
traveling words
offering shelter in our swollen tongues
and though it may not sound like...
belief (the slightly more sane relative)
it was intended be sincere
even if nothing else is.
Posted by cainnum at 7:49 AM
viewing in portals
....giving startled glances. reports are saying that everyone involved took with them a sense of loss. the workers are considering giving themselves up to the ground. 'holding on doesn't appear to be working' whispers one bewildered individual. the crowd seems to be lingering, waiting for the moment when gravity packs it in for the night. all hands were holding hotwires. all heads were looking backwards. all feet were digging into shoes, digging into dirt, flying up to air. how they managed to hold up the front door is beyond this reporter. what we do know is that the sinking did not stop them. they setup shop in the crust, built they're bridges in the mantle, their homes in the core. one passerby asks 'what about their cellphones?' This person was reminded that undoubtedly the signals would offset the axis by way more than one degree. but regardless of the posessions or lack thereof, a new person has been created. one that cares, perhaps, or shows interest in something other than itself. who's to say, except for science perhaps. speaking of science, our new adv........
Posted by cainnum at 5:20 PM
