Despite how it may look, I am not the next Doctor Who.
We went along to the Astor Theatre on Saturday to watch the two 60′s Dalek movies — back from that curious time in British TV and film when they often seemed to remake television shows as big screen movies — in this case with none of the television cast. They are impressive in parts, and in some ways more watchable than the original versions of the stories, but also quite unintentionally amusing at times.
A good crowd turned up, as did a Police Box, a Dalek and also K9. Many people dressed up as their favourite Doctor (though, as we noted, the 5th, 6th and 7th seem to often get overlooked in this regard… perhaps because their clothing was so outlandish you’ve got zero chance of buying their clothes off the shelf).
Meanwhile, Peter Capaldi has just been announced as the 12th Doctor.
Who? He’s perhaps best known for In The Thick Of It, which is another in a long list of TV shows that I’ve been meaning to watch for years. Perhaps this will inspire me to make the effort.
Hopefully he’ll be good. Smith, Tennant, Eccleston, all of them are all tough acts to follow.
Some best ofs in my current favourite lists.
While most of the music on my favourites list are original compositions, here are some cover versions and songs that sample others that I currently like a lot:
Something For Kate — Born To Run — I almost like this more than Springsteen’s original.
P Diddy with Jimmy Page — Come With Me — samples Led Zep’s Kashmir. Not the sort of creation I’d normally like, but I do.
The Gaslight Anthem — Baba O’Riley — this is really quite good. Incidentally, I read over the weekend that Meha Baba also inspired Bobby McFerrin’s Don’t Worry Be Happy — a far more annoying song.
Spiderbait — Black Betty — in particular the iTunes Originals recording, which rocks harder and longer than the album version.
Best angry songs
Some angry songs from my list:
Area 7 — Second Class Citizen — angry yoof.
Lily Allen — F$%# You — apparently about George W Bush
The Tenants — You Shit Me To Tears
Faith No More’s Epic is a bit of a grumpy song, rather than an angry song. I seem to recall The Datsuns’ MF From Hell would go well here.
What others are out there?
An article in The Age today notes that while there were a few issues, last weekend’s inaugural PAX Australia video game festival went well.
We went along on the Sunday, and had a good time. We avoided the sessions with long queues, and instead saw an XBox launch event, played some games in the retro area, had some lunch, and looked around the expo hall.
Not being hardcore gamers, that satisfied us. And that’s I think where the planning for this event slipped-up.
Someone had obviously decided that most people would be staying all day, and the transport planning clearly reflected that.
The trains to the Showgrounds only ran every 20 minutes until 10:40am… then at an appalling 40 minute frequency until midday.
Worse, we and others found there were train delays. The 10:04 was about 10 minutes late, meaning we spent 25 minutes waiting in the cold at Southern Cross. It then crawled to North Melbourne before finally getting up a decent speed the rest of the way to the Showgrounds. The 12:04 train was 20 minutes late.
At Showgrounds station there were long queues for the few Myki validators available. (We didn’t bother to queue — it barely matters on weekends when the fare cap is $3.50 anyway, and even on a concession fare, two 2-hour fares will get you to that cap.)
After 12:04 (well, 12:24 if that service was 20 minutes late) there were no trains at all until the late-afternoon. Instead people were advised to catch a tram back, with extra trams running.
The reality was that lots of people didn’t stay all day… while many may have come first thing in the morning and stayed until everything finished up, many others arrived and departed at various times across the day.
And what few extra trams ran were sporadic, resulting in the utterly predictable problem of the regular route 57 short (Z-class) trams being packed:
Apart from making many people who’d arrived by train find a different exit and stop to get home again, it was a slow crowded ride back into the city. Thoroughly unimpressive.
The PAX programme booklet noted the support of the Victorian Government, and I happened upon an episode of Byte Into It on Triple R last Wednesday which noted that PAX came to Australia because of enthusiasm from the locals — and to Melbourne specifically by that government support. Which is great.
But this kind of cooperation should include adequate transport arrangements. Public transport can and should do special events like this very well, but on this occasion, the system let people down. The danger is that next time more people will drive, clogging up streets around the venue. And given that special events are sometimes the only times people use PT, they may also be put off using it for other travel in the future.
How much extra would it have cost to run 20 minute trains all day? Surely not much more than the extra trams they ran all day, given the labour costs (drivers, and signalling people for trains) are the main cost.
If PAX returns to Melbourne, and I hope it does, if it’s at the Showgrounds again, they clearly need to do better.
I hadn’t noticed these before — these poles at the western end of the Bourke Street Mall commemorate the 1956 Olympics and 2006 Commonwealth Games.
An obscure music video from 1993, twenty years ago. I caught this video on Rage one night, and got into the band Jellyfish from there.
I’m not even sure quite why I like it. The quirky music video (it was never clear enough on VHS, but it is here — all the band’s shots are obviously filmed backwards), the Queen-like harmonies, the wierdo lyrics. Dunno, but I was listening again to the album (“Spilt Milk”) again last week, and I still like it.
I didn’t know another song on the album also got a video: The Ghost At Number One. Sadly I don’t think that song is as catchy, and I guess neither did the public… after this album (their second) the band split-up.
No, here’s a better (new) recommendation: an excellent song for anybody who has stood in Bunnings and felt a little inept… Billy Bragg’s new one, “Handyman Blues”.
I get The Age delivered on weekends. On Saturdays in particular it’s good to lazily read its numerous sections in the morning.
So I picked it up wanting to know who won the football last night: Richmond or Fremantle? I just want to know if I tipped it right.
Then I flick through the entire Sports section (not something I do very often, I confess) looking for an answer. It’s not there. Any number of other football-related articles, but not the result of last night’s game.
It seems that while the printed version that landed on my doorstep sometime around 6am doesn’t have it, a later edition (including the Digital Edition) does have it, on page 4.
Now, I know the game was in Perth, so would have been a couple of hours behind a Melbourne Friday night game. But it was three-quarter time when I went to bed around 11pm last night, so surely they could have got a result into the paper to be delivered about 7 hours later?
I eventually went back to the Footy Tips web site to find it. I correctly tipped Freo.
And they wonder why the mainstream media is in trouble.
Was it in the Herald Sun delivered to homes?
Those who have been paying attention might have noticed that the episode synopses for Shaun Micallef’s Mad As Hell (seen for instance in the Electronic Programme Guide on most TVs) have been getting weirder and weirder.
Courtesy of the ABC TV web site, here’s a summary of them this year so far (including the next couple of weeks’):
Shaun Micallef is BACK and he’s MADDER than HELL. We really should have changed the name but it’d cost us a FORTUNE in letterheads and we’d have to change the show GRAPHICS which also runs into MONEY. Anyway, he’s back FOR A SECOND SERIES – that’s the POINT. And THIS TIME he KNOWS what he’s DOING (slightly).
Nominated for an AACTA and HAILED by Fairfax Media as the ’20th WORST show ON Australian TELEVISION.
When Shaun’s racist neighbour Mr. Grealy invites him over to eat some Japanese, Shaun doesn’t know how to take it.
When Francis asks Shaun if he can change a word in one of the scripts, Shaun kills him.
A convention for people named ‘Peter’ goes horribly wrong when Shaun is mistakenly invited. And hydrochloric acid starts streaming from the sprinkler system.
Mongoose. Winter is closing in. It is not safe. Go into hibernation. Further instructions to follow. Cobra.
Yo! Join Kook and the Bambino tomorrow morning at 7am on 103.6 Smash FM for your chance to win $10 playing Puzzling Noise.
Voula, if you are watching this, I am so sorry babe. Please do not let the trust we have built up over the last two weeks go to waste just because I screwed another chick. Call me? Stav.
Winning numbers in Tatts’ Everybody Wins Lotto Draw No. 001: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39 and 40.
There’s a vampire loose in Las Vegas. No one believes or wants to believe it’s true. The police can’t stop him, people are dying, no one’s safe. How do you kill what’s already dead?
20 odd years ago, when I was into music videos (and television in general), I used to regularly record (yes, on VHS) a few hours of Rage on a Friday and/or Saturday night, and watch it the next day.
I’d categorise each song as a 1, 2 or 3. 1s I would copy onto another tape for keeping — a kind of Rage mix-tape. 2s I would watch once. 3s I would spin through.
One much-loved but long-forgotten song that I’ve just encountered is JC001′s “Never Again”.
(Once again WordPress is playing up. If it decides again to remove the embedded clip, it’s here.)
Apart from the good anti-racism, pro-mixed-race message (something I can relate to), the fast-paced lyrics made it ripe for parody in our family: “I intend to defend my blender ’til the end!”
The song has been hailed in some circles as “One of the best, most underrated uk hip hop singles ever.”
And it also apparently samples The Specials, so you’ve gotta like that.
JC001′s real name is Jonathan Pandy, and he’s still around apparently, for instance on Twitter. I wonder if he still has the crazy eyes.