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Many Happy Returns
Ok, so the "happy" part is a lie, I may be unemployed again soon.
But I shall make an effort to start updating regularly! It's been too long, I miss so many ppl on here, and it's about time I return!
Cheers, all! See ya all soon! <3
Pleasure to meet you, John Constantine.
When I say I first formally met John Constantine when I was locked up in a psychiatric facility, I am being dead serious. I had known about him a lot, my sister being a great fan of the graphic novels years earlier than me.
Then, there I was, locked in a psych ward, and my sister brought me a stack of Hellblazer to keep me company. Let's just say that the psych ward had trouble accommodating me. I was bored as all hell, got kicked out of support groups for sarcasm and storytelling, and using humor to laugh off all my many problems was not much appreciated by the doctors and nurses. The nurses always regret waking me up and yelling at me to go to activities, since once I was there, well, let's just say I'm not the most cooperative when it comes to group therapy. What can I say, I'm not built to be lock in by fucking walls. The staff were just about as sick of me as I was of the lot of them. It's not that I was abusive or unruly really, it was more of them being used to helping victims, unlike me, appearing more "fine" then they were used to, laughing it off when they tried their by-the-book questionnaires, being "immune" to the help they tried to offer. I've helped myself all my life, and failed, and tried again. I'm not going to let my guard down and allow someone else to have the pleasure of helping me. That's my job.
Then, I suddenly had a stack of Constantine to entertain me.
It was a bit uncanny how many things I had in common with John Constantine. The attitude, mannerisms, the drinking, the not quite fitting in anywhere, and not bloody caring, the sarcasm, (the old coat and neck ties that everyone in my life had tried to take and burn just so I start wearing something new and more fashionable), being formally a vocalist in a punk band (I still bloody miss those days), the list goes on. Uncanny.
I think it was probably a blessing to the staff at the ward too, having something that was now keeping me occupied.
The reason I was in the ward in the first place, well let's just say I walked down too many wrong roads in life, taking too many shortcuts, dragged down too many friends with me, and finally my self destructive behavior had landed me in hospital. It wasn't the smoking, but the drinking that did me in.
It's still a mystery how I survived decades of reckless living, with my own "dangerous habits." (That brings me to one difference between John and myself, I drive. So, just imagine if Constantine got in behind a wheel whenever he felt like it. Not really a great idea.) And the drinking. Did I, too, perhaps make a deal with the Princes of Hell, trick them into having to keep me a live? Perhaps. Actually, most likely. The doctors and ER staff were unnerved that I was fully conscious and talking, while my body was medically in a coma, in critical condition. They called it a miracle. But I know myself too well, no god would care to save my soul with the things I've done. Miracle isn't the best word to describe it.
Oh, and the shock therapy we see Constantine go through at Ravenscar? It's not a bloody party. I received shock therapy too for a couple months. But I guess I was too far gone to be helped though. All that happened was my memory became cloudy. Nothing else changed. Maybe a small handful of us are too strong headed, literally, to be effected, "changed," or "healed" by electric currents frying our brains. We fried our own brains completely by ourselves long ago.
Anyways, it's very safe to say that had it not been for Constantine "spending time" with me in psych ward, I wouldn't have made it out in one piece, would have got sick of it and try and get out of there by not the safest of methods. On a side note, the high-risk psychiatric ward has a courtyard, fenced off by easy to scale bars, since the tables and chairs are not secured to the concrete, and about 30 yards away is the highway. Perhaps with government cuts in the healthcare system, they hope to cut down on patients by giving them an easy escape route. The scenery outside my room window was the highway with a constant rush of cars speeding past at lethal speeds. Great way to help me move on, heal, and change my destructive ways, eh?
John helped me through the dark times. Or, more so, seeing bits of my life depicted in the pages of Hellblazer, was sort of like having my legacy put to print. Oh, did I mention my ego is big enough to fill a stadium? Not unlike Johnny. So yes, basically, it was like seeing my life outside the box reading the misadventures of Constantine. A British man-version of me. Reading Hellblazer was one of the only things my heavily drugged mind could focus on too.
By the way, I met a patient at the ward who used to stand outside comic shops before they opened waiting to get his hands on the newest issues of Hellblazer throughout the 80's and 90's. It was great to discuss Constantine with a Hellblazer veteran. Maybe people who have the tendency to end up in mental institutes are just drawn to John Constantine, our fellow crazy.
So, you probably get the idea that John Constantine is an important character to me, more "real" to me than even my most beloved comic characters. And, let's just say that I grew a strong dislike for Keanu Reeves due to the terrible washed up failure of a film that had the nerve to call itself "Constantine." No one should attempt to bring John Constantine to life. It's not possible. Trust me on this one, I know the man.
Fast forward to present times, I heard about a Constantine TV series in production early in 2014. I had mixed feelings. It could either be utter rubbish, or it could be watchable at best. Nothing more than watchable. I didn't have high hopes. I mean, why even bother attempting to recreate an already perfect masterpiece?
Then images started being released. First off, I was just relieved that Constantine would be actually from the UK in this screen adaptation. And blond.
Over the months, the more I heard and saw about the show, I couldn't help but get excited. I mean, sure, it could turn out to be horrible. But, this was the only chance I'd get to see the comics come to life. I was slowly giving in.
I think the moment I was completely sold was when I saw the business card promotional stunt by NBC, called the number on the card, of course only to be directed to John Constantine's voicemail. Brilliant. Completely fucking brilliant.
The past few weeks, I've been looking forward to October 24th, the premiere of the series.
As if to make my day a bit more hellish, before being able to enjoy the premiere, I even had a dental surgery the day of the premiere, which could prevent me from watching the episode, if it took longer. This was, of course, after an especially shitty long shift at work. But something magical happened. The doctor, while doing the surgery, switched the T station to NBC to check on the news. And right when the most painful part of the surgery was happening, an ad for the Constantine premiere came on. Magical. Afterwards, of course, the pain came on like a nightmare, on the drive home. But that didn't matter anymore.
I have seen Matt Ryan's other work, I like the guy. He's a great actor. But come on, is there anyone even worthy to pick up Constantine's trench coat, let alone wear it? Let's be realistic, the answer is no. Sure, I was looking forward to Matt's "version" of Constantine, how Matt went about to try and act like Constantine, his attempts to get into John's character.
That was all until I saw the series premiere last night. It was excellent overall. The pace is perfect, as the audience is straight away thrown into the psychiatric hospital with John. But the best thing about the episode? From the first moment, I saw John Constantine. I didn't see Matt Ryan in the role of Constantine. John Constantine had just bloody walked off the pages of the comics onto screen, merely sauntering over to TV screens, hands in his coat pockets, cigarette in mouth. It's unbelievable.
In my mind, no one could possibly take on the role of Constantine. Well, that has definitely changed now. Matt Ryan has the power to transform into the guy. He BECOMES Constantine no different than Bruce Wayne becomes Batman, and Clark Kent becomes Superman. Matt is a bloody genius. He has achieved the unthinkable, and this was only the first episode. I can hardly wait till next week, to continue on the dark path with John Constantine. Bravo, Matt Ryan, bravo. You have my full and complete trust and respect. Well done, lad!
Even though there are plenty of comfy places for her, Zelda prefers sprawling out against the corner like this. It’s a perfect opportunity give back scratches, though!
Cats come in both liquid and solid form.
so my plan for halloween is to dress up as a Nazgul with my black horse and go trick or treating but instead of saying “trick or treat” i’ll either scream or hiss “Bagginssssssssss, Shhhhhhhire” and then ransack their villages in my search for the One Ring
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Kaleb - Battlecross.
That's my Gumby~!
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GO WATCH THIS SHOW, HONESTLY IT IS SO AMAZING.
IF THIS POST CREATES 1 NEW PUSHING DAISIES FAN MY LIFE = MADE.
Alright let me help out then:
1) Most of the cast is female. In fact only two main characters are male.
2) Both male characters take typically non-masculine hobbies. Emerson Cod knits almost non-stop and makes pop-up books. Ned is literally called “The Pie-Maker” because he bakes homestyle pies from his mother’s method. Both are shown to be very nurturing and even maternal characters. Conversely, the women? A pair of professional travelling show performers that have gritty sexual scandals the way men usually get (see the entire “Chuck’s father” storylines), a beekeeper who is the single most positive and optimistic character imaginable, and a former professional jockey- Three of four pro athletes.
3) You could very easily make the claim Ned is asexual.
4) Yes, the storyline is about romance. But it’s also about the positive side of a love story, and their only drama lies in overcoming their inability to actually share contact.
5) A very good friend of mine recommended this show to me as “Disney for adults.” I told her it was already on my list to watch because “It’s by Bryan Fuller, from Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me.” Bryan Fuller is now most known for “Hannibal.” The same camera methods and bright colours and lighting techniques Hannibal is known for? Perfected in this show, just using a different tone- The same colour methods in reverse, upping the vivid greens and yellows instead of reds and blues, which sells emotion both ways.
7) Probably one of the best examples of a modern day fairy tale possible.
8) Narrated by Jim Dale- The narrator for the HP audio books.
I don’t know if anyone’s already added links to this, but all of these here work and if you hover over the links, an episode description shows :)
Season 1:
Pie-Lette
Dummy
The Fun in Funeral
Pigeon
Girth
Bitches
Smell of Success
Bitter Sweets
Corpsicle
Season 2:
Bzzzzzzzzz!
Circus Circus
Bad Habits
Frescorts
Dim Sum Lose Some
Oh Oh Oh… It’s Magic
Robbing Hood
Comfort Food
The Legend of Merle McQuoddy
The Norwegians
Window Dressed to Kill
Water & Power
Kerplunk
May I just say, before I saw this gifset explaining the show, I just thought that PD was about a really adorable germ-a-phobe.
Pushing Daisies is one of my all time favourite shows. Gutted it only had two season but those two seasons are PHENOMENAL!
it never ends
My whole life in a gif.
IS THAT THE SAME TABLE THAT THOSE TWO PUPPIES FELL OFF IN SYNC
She’s like, “Sup fuckers?”
Papers for Characters
Spanish design studio Atipo has created a collection of minimalistic movie posters that are made from paper.
Awesome.
Water Tricks That’ll Melt Your Mind - Video
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Moon flowers, yes? My grandmother loved these, we have them planted in our garden :)
looks like something out of Coraline :o
I have a story. We used to have a bunch of these outside our house. They really do open up like this as soon as it gets dark and they release this wonderful smell. My family used to go outside every day and watch them open. But what they don’t tell you is that bugs love them. When it gets hot out they’ll crawl inside them to keep cool. So one day little me, I was probably like 13, put my nose right down by it so I could smell it as it was opening… and a huge ass jumping spider launched itself at my face. Don’t trust the moon flowers. They’re full of horror.
