But I’m blogging now to rebuff my feed, with this little gem – a wonderful little video made by a handful of people, hand animated (I imagine, though computers these days eh? who knows!) but it is beautifully sweet, sightly magical, but brilliantly apt, understanding the magic of summer love without spoiling it. Wonderful.

So anyway, the last 24 hours have been fairly unremarkable; my brother came to stay whihc was lovely, and we had a bit of a spree in terms of watching things. First off, we saw the Boat That Rocked.
Now I really liked this – set on an imaginary pirate radio station “Radio Rock” (not radio caroline. Don’t think for a moment this is a biopic) features an all-star cast having a fun, ‘rock and roll’ (retro pop) life on a boat. A ot of reviewers have slated it, for being too ‘hickledypickledy’ (though they use much better language then that) but it isn’t at all – it might be a little long, but these reviewrs need to stop seeing films as literary narrative; they are films in their own right, and this is great. Also, IT IS funny. In places. If you don’t think of it as a comedy, or a biopic, and you are prepared for something which is really cheesy, and like the name TWATT (there are more jokes than that) then you will like it. Curtis, whatever you think of him, can write a good situation. Also, so many characters – it could be about 3 films; it must have been an absolute twatt (haha!) to write. The next big event in our calendar was the return of Red Dwarf onto Dave.

Me and my bro are big fans of this show, always have been (I think it first came out about the time when I was born) and we have fond memories of some episodes (Quarantine being a particular favourite) being rented from Harlow Library (apologies, but I’m pretty sure we wore out that tape). So we were really keen for the return, 9 (or 10) years since its last outing. Now, this high expectation would of course be a hinderance, and it was. There is no way it was as good as we want it to be. And that said, I have grown up a lot more, and as a result, I am more aware of plots, and comedy, and what is funny etc. etc. so I found it less funny – it was quite slapstick in places, a lot of things happening in the background, whilst some one is oblivious in the foreground. But they looked good together, and it is fantastic to see them again, doing a succesful TV show (when there is some utter shite on the tele), but It should be so much better. There are two more episodes to come so we shall see. According to @bobbyllew it got a very impressive 2.2 mil, which dave thoroughly deserves for commisioning new material in this troubling time for tele. Finally on our list was a wee rent of Oliver Stone’s film W.

I had been quite keen to at least see this, because it looked like something worth watching. Oliver Stone is a name which associates itself with good, solid films. Epic even. This however was not. It was awkward to watch, really poor. The impressions for a start, were horrible; condalisa rice in particular was gut wrentching to listen to on her own, but as part of the ensemble, it was dire. The whole thing was a farce, a poor dead ringers sketch, and looked like a will ferell film, a cheap nasty national lampoon flick. But it was true. That was the worst thing, the plot, however roughly based on his life, was true. But unlike the rigteous feeling I’m sure Stone was aiming for, I was distincly underwhelmed. My brother was the same. A waste of a rent, and of 2 hours of our lives.

Back to work! Tatty Bi x

Oh, a very large dead nail has fallen off my foot. tatty bi. x

Edinburgh was beautiful yesterday, properly sunny, so I spent the day reading outside, working away on some situationist stuff – If you’ve never encountered them, check out Guy Debord’s Society of the Spectacle, a book outlining the decline of western society into that of spectacle, and it is really easy to read, in fact I would say it is too easy. This is the sort of thing that every teenager should be reading, not only that, it should be in their back pocket. I know I’m only 21, but I miss that world… the one that only ever existed in french novels.

Anyway I got thinking the other day about death. But more specifically, death within the realm of the internet. Recently, a number of facebook groups have emerged as memorials to freinds passing in freak accidents, or in shootings – really terrible things; but I find their profile pages so alluring – there is a really spooky feeling, visiting the page of a ghost – not least beacuse it is completely normal up to the death, and then suddenly there is a wall post that says R.I.P. It’s incredible.

BUt here’s my idea – a facebook will. Incredibly morbid, but I like to think of this as a positive action – you could opt into or out of accont deletion, allowing your webspace and photos to be owned by other peopl perhaps, just as you opt in or out of your organs being used after your death; or why not donate this space to cancer research? It’s a serious question. Or, and this is another thing I’ve found out about, why not request that after your death, messages be sent to your friends. How amazing would that be to find a dead lover has written an apology, or offers words of wisdom.. I discovered a website that travelled through time, which would send an email to you in ten years time, from which you could tell your future self something from your past… I’ve already forgotten what mine says, so I’m looking forward to that kick in the arse in ten years time.

There are other possibilities – it could just be simple things, like changing your profile picture every few months, or changing your status to “ants are eating my face” or “you know what, this heaven thing is overrated”. Or more positively, why not ask your facebook will to create an event for your own memorial, either directly after your death so that you’re guaranteed that perfect funeral you always wanted, or alternatively, five years after your passing so that everyone can revel in your amazing glory. More suggestions please. Tatty Bi x