This actually happened. Name changed.
Hibbert: who r u
AndreFarrell: I'm Andrew Farrell. Who are you?
Hibbert: do u
do u play 4 wigan rugby
AndreFarrell: No. I haven't been mistaken for the other one in ages.
AndreFarrell: He is my nemesis.
AndreFarrell: Well, he was.
Hibbert: wat u mean
AndreFarrell: Nothing. I few years ago I got three or four people in a month asking me if I was the other Andrew Farrell.
Hibbert: and r u who r u
AndreFarrell: How did you find my screenname? (I don't mind, I'm just curious)
Hibbert: i dont no u wer just added ow old r u n wer u live
AndreFarrell: I'm 29, in Dublin.
AndreFarrell: I don't understand, what was I added to?
Hibbert: say dat agen plz
Hibbert: u wer added 2 mi aol
im only 10 yrs old oh my god shal i go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AndreFarrell: Okay. If you do find the other Andrew Farrell on AOL, say hi from me.
Hibbert: kk bi bi xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Wednesday, August 4, 2004 10:00 p.m.
I have to remember who Shane West is...
because if I forget, I'll start to think that Owen Wilson played Tom Sawyer in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and that would be Bad.
Wednesday, August 4, 2004 10:13 a.m.
Hooray for Dooce!
writing about kids without sucking
Tuesday, August 3, 2004 01:07 p.m.
I guess what I actually want...
is GMail to mail me when I receive mail.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004 11:12 a.m.
A great idea..
.. for a Dublin-themed (or just Dublin-biased) pub quiz round would be "What is the name of the pub?" EG "What is the name of The Swan" or "What is the name of The White Horse". Or so you might think - a brief wander through town on my way into work proves that many of the interestingly-named pubs (The Turks Head, The Ginger Man, The Lincoln Inn) don't have actual "proper" names, so it'd be just those two pubs at the top.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004 02:29 a.m.
Messages from me
Because I have no memory, I carry around a notebook and use my mobile to record reminders to do things. I fortunately wrote out most of my old reminders (all 30-odd of them) before the unfortunate incident with my old phone and the coffee-cup. Some of them don't make much sense to me right now, so I thought I'd share them with you:
Any answers to the mail-link on the side.
- If I drank, I would so love Coldplay
- The memory gets longer in accordance with the nosehairs
- Blog The Knot
- Life as art is killing me
Tuesday, February 10, 2004 09:22 a.m.
Under New Management
The huge American chain Gamestop (I don't know how many there are, but there are three in Alaska alone) just bought out local plucky games supplier Gamesworld. So what does this mean for the future of getting decent-priced games in Dublin? It means brilliant things. The new store on Henry St. (just beside Arnotts) is like the old (and still existing) store on Liffey street, only much larger, with a eight-display PS2 second-hand section and a four displays full of Gamecube games. My first visit left me €35 poorer, and with a definite idea about how close games I had my eye on were getting to the price I had in mind for them. My cash got me not just a dead cheap copy of Resident Evil Code Veronica for the PS2, but also Lost Kingdoms, a card/RPG for the Gamecube, which pretty much fills my bingo card of games I'd hoped to pick up cheap for that machine.
In summary, then: rock!
Tuesday, December 23, 2003 03:32 p.m.
Though headphones with one lead sound like a brilliant idea, due to considerably removing the chances of strangling yourself, this is a double edged sword. If they're too big/uncomfortable to wear around your neck, there's no way to stop listening to them for a minute and remain mobile.
Thursday, November 27, 2003 02:03 p.m.
.. don't understand change. Not in a philosophical sense, they just don't understand money left over from larger money, or more accurately why you want less of it. There's a old Dilbert cartoon where he tries to pay 2.13 for a 1.88 fare because that way it'll be a quarter change and the cashier will fall in love with his big brain. But it is a lot like that, people don't understand neat change, to the point where I tried to pay for 10.20 with 20.20 and the cashier asked why I had given him the 20 cents.
An obvious theory is just that US cashiers have a keen appreciation of their place in the system of capitalism, and a curiousity about new advances, that the register monkeys on this side of the pond don't. The other theory is that they're just plain dumb.
Maybe they're justly proud of sturdier pants.
Monday, November 24, 2003 04:10 a.m.
Out and about...
Getting a new pair of headphones at the Philips Store, I saw that one of the DVDs they were using to demonstrate a telly was The Matrix. While I was there they showed the scenes with Neo failing to escape from his office, and the interrogation. It kind of depressed me to see that the heights from which it has descended, but on the other hand it's a good thing that on audit it appears that the disappointment I felt with the third one has only tarnished my views of the Second Film (six months saying "it's only the first half") and not the original.
Thursday, November 20, 2003 06:40 p.m.
In a week's time...
I'll be heading back to New York. It seemed nice the last time I was there, and I've been looking for somewhere to live in for a year or so. I'm thinking about going sometime in the next five years, and this is just to reassure me that NY is the place. My trip in July (admittedly the most punishing of months) was breathtaking, and formed in me the admittedly romantic vision of it as a totally new start. New tiny apartment in the center of everything! Those comic books that take up a wall of your bedroom? The good ones will be collected in TPBs. The music? You can take the great stuff on one mp3 DVD, and the interesting stuff in one CD wallet. No room/time for computer games, man! They'll definitely still be available second hand when you return, and you buy them too early/expensive anyway. It'll be forget your life, make your life!
I look forward to my first nervous breakdown.
Thursday, October 30, 2003 08:42 p.m.
Guard! Turn! Dodge! Parry! Spin! Thrust!
Back when Pirates of the Carribbean was tearing up the Box Office, there was a 15 minute section on MTV with Keira Knightley presenting the best five swordfights ever. These sort of things are generally entertaining and occasionally interesting as regards how long back the target audience's memory span goes. And for four of them, all was myopically well.
The list's paucity isn't entirely it's own fault, though. Lord of the Rings' epic scope means more hacking and less slashing, with our heroes disposing of warriors in seconds flat. The giant Uruk-Hai at the end of FOTR is their attempt to shoe-horn a Big Fight in at the end, and it falls pretty flat.
And in the months since we've had two gread swordfighting movies: Kill Bill and Pirates of the Caribbean itself.
A better idea, which can be constructed entirely from ingredients to hand, is the five best Kung-fu scenes:
- Die Another Day
- A fine old fashioned duel, but suprisingly energetic and vicious.
- Star Wars Episode II or possibly Episode I
- I think it was probably the fanboy-wanking Fozzie vs Dracula from II, though. Which I recall making little visual sense at the time, just a lot of spinning and whirring. I could be mistaken, but since there's no power on earth that could make me see that movie again, I'll stick to first impressions.
- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
- I'm pretty sure this was Michelle Yeoh vs Zhang Ziyi. It's only sword-fighting half of the time, but that's still more than most of the other scenes (apart from the run-through-the-treetops afterwards). One the one hand the "I see you have chosen to fight in the armoury" cheeziness undergoes kung-fu's transmutation to pure joy: if they fought anywhere else, it would be a waste. On the other hand, it allows Ang Lee to pay extensive tribute to all the wonderful weapons of kung-fu, eah of which could have provided a different essential story of what it takes to master them.
- Fair enough I suppose. I can't really remember much of this
- The Three Musketeers
- No, no, no. If you have to drop out of the modern, at least go for the classics, the Michael Curtiz/Errol Flynn/Olivia De Havilland swashbucklers of the thirties. Not this overstuffed Reed/Heston/Welch/Chamberlain/York/Lee/Milligan/Kinnear/Dunaway hamfest. There's no shame in revisionism on MTV, it's what the myth of eternal cool is about. But don't falter, or people will spot the trick.
- The Matrix
- A lot to choose from here, and from the sequel as well, but the training sequence will live on in many people lives for its elegant setting out of its ethos: what you can think, you can do.
- Charlie's Angels
- The moment when The Thin Man, pursued by the Angels, turns and fires and the shot of them (ahem) lifting and separating still takes my breath away.
- Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
- The first fight scene, a magical flight over roofs and up walls, and a fantastic capture-and-flight dynamic when they do come to blows. Even after seeing it several times, I still involuntarily hold my breath during it.
- Brotherhood of the Wolf
- The film itself, with it's blithe mixing of kung-fu, monsters, romance and renaissance intrigue, is the star here, but the scene where Mark Dacascos beats up first two romany men and then their women stands out for its technique of speeding up the action until the crucial parts, then slowing it down. IE, stealing an idea I was going to use. Bastards.
- Shanghai Knights
- Blah blah he's 50 you know blah blah no longer the master blah blah, but only half of the thrill of kung-fu is seeing people at their physical peak flailing at each other. After a while, it's more interesting to see how people do under restrictions, and the second Jackie Chan/Owen Wilson film is chock full of them. There's a fight which Jackie wins by burdening his opponents with precious vases, one which takes place at a maximum height of two feet, and a fantastic scrap in a revolving door in New York (which they've clearly visited purely so that Jackie can have taken on The Keystone Kops). But the highlight is a traditional running battle through the streets of London that takes a turn for the brilliant when he happens on a barrel full of umbrellas. The resulting shenanigans are Jackie at his proppy best, and by the time you realise that the musci sounds familiar, he's already started a perfect dance impersonation of "Singing in the Rain". With kung-fu.
Thursday, October 30, 2003 02:34 p.m.