Chaton foie.

Morgan Avery

I don’t even bother talking about my dreams or weird sleep/wake behaviors anymore, I mean, I’ve been over this stuff before. You already know that my sleeping brain is crazy.

So the other night I dreamed about kitten liver pate. It was served in the slit open belly of the kitten that donated the main ingredient – which in this case had a delightful soft grey fur.

It was delicious, but even in my dream I knew something wasn’t right, and that perhaps I shouldn’t be eating so much of it. With my fingers.

Fracture (2007)

Morgan Avery

Anthony Hopkins shoots his wife in the head when she cheats on him with a cop, then enjoys the process of defending himself against a slick young lawyer, perhaps a little too much.

This might be the best court room movie I’ve ever seen – if not, it’s got to be the best of the last 5 years. A big part of that was how warm the screen presence of Ryan Gosling, who plays the career ladder climbing lawyer on his last case before leaving the District Attorney’s office for a lucrative junior role in a private practice, was. And with his slick courtroom performance counterpointed so well by the seemingly bumbling killer.

I had a lot of trouble understanding the character’s motivations at various times – this is because they didn’t make sense, not because I was distracted by the memory of a fantastic dinner of sizzling hot Korean food. But if you can move past these problems, and the (I thought) incredibly obvious “twist” (no the first the one, the second one shouldn’t even be called that) I think you’ll find it’s a lot of fun to watch the trevails of these flawed characters.

I found the love interest (Rosamund Pike, as the law talking guy’s supervisor in the new firm) to be kind of creepy, she has weird eyes, almost dead looking. She’s still hot, but it’s off putting.

It’s fun to feel your opinion of the characters changing through the movie, for a long time I (and a large part of the audience, if the laughs were anything to go by) was really sympathetic towards the killer – it’s not nice to have your love fuck around behind your back – but at the very end, there is no sympathy, he’s turned into nothing but a cold hearted, darkly evil man.

If it’s still out (I viewed it a couple of weeks ago) you should go see it.

Sun, fun, and my big white bum.

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Hai internet, so this has been one of the best weekends of the year to date I reckon.

Even cleaning up the house this afternoon is rocking out like a motherfucker. (Seriously. The last club Jon and I were at last night dropped some inspired Prodigy at once point, so I’m replicating the experience on The Denon this arvo while I throw out old clothes. I’m also trying to figure out why I have so many rattle cans in the house – might be Stencil time again.)

Anyway, on Friday after getting all Eeed up I dropped by Cactus for a drink – it turned out Karl was giving Lou-lou an iPhone (inspired) so Eee got put away (iPhones have changed everything in the phone space, have you noticed that all other phones pretty much look like old fashioned crap next to a hacked iPhone?). Then we headed out with Karl & Matt’s crew for dinner at a nice Thai place on Ponsonby Rd. One of Matt’s old friends is totally in to me. (Ok, I might be deluded. Bygones.)

Saturday was sleepty, as it turns out that Eee, with its wide screen and light weight is a fantastic way to watch the ol’ torrented TV in bed land, so I may have watched Razor until… well past my bed time. Followed that up with a fabulously lazy and utterly decadent Saturday afternoon, and Saturday night was Mike & Kat’s going away thing – I rolled in to The Crib around 11, and unfortunately I missed the wonderful Karl & Lou-lou (I guess this is what you expect when you’re expecting, and they’d been up late the night before hacking her aforementioned new phone).

It was a damn good time, Mike & Kat have a lot of really nice friends. Now, it’s unreasonable for me to judge, but I think it all got even better when The Morgan arrived (Mike was looking pretty tired, as he’d already been going for hours), and with the assistance of many cocktails, and a couple of pretty bad (but fun) games of pool things turned into something to be proud of. And of course then we kicked off into town for etc etc (more about that earlier).

So as I already mentioned, I finally got home about 6, so of course is was destined that I’d get a txt from Mark at 11.45, he picked me up to go meet up with a crowd of folk down at Altar, just past Mt Eden Village, for the brunch of champions (their peach tea was rubbish, but the bacon, coffee, and conversation were pretty good, I thought), exchanged a quiet smile with the Clairabelle (her boy was there, she thinks it’s awkward, I’m pretty sure I don’t really give a shit), txt flirted with Lou-lou, kidded-around-flirted with AJs hot long-term girlfriend, look-flirted with a 16-18 year old girl at another table. (She may have been younger or older, make-up confuzzles my detection systems – one reason I don’t like it – whatever though, she was easy with a smile, and easy on the eyes.)

Also came up with a whole new sub-class of            , don’t think I can bring myself to produce it, but hell let’s just see. (It’s satirical, and all about the name, which happens to be an apt acronym.)

Mark, Simon & I then rolled out to Leon’s place for some pool and bullshitting (we won), before we headed on down to Lilliputt for a nice round of minigolf, where I kinda-flirted with the hot MILF playing with her son behind us. (Damn she had a nice car too, Benzo SLK230, now that’s a hot-ass convertible.) Simon won, he’s got a pretty clean shot.

And now… Well, Prodigy is booming, I’ve cleared away all the empty beer bottles, and got a bunch of laundry on (and more to come), while I tidy the winter out of my sunny little flat.

All in all, these are some good times at the beginning of what could be a very nice Summer.

How about you?

Public Service Announcement: Your upcoming BBQ will be far more fun if The Morgan is there. I promise I will not won’t flirt with your girlfriend/wife/mum.

And now I’m going to boogie while I do the vacuuming and throw out some shoes. (I’ve got my eye on three pairs for the bin.)

(Normally I don’t write about these things, but everything feels like it’s coming together just right, so I want to remember this one, forgive me.) 🙂

The satisfying ring of ears that have en(joy/dur)ed another big night out.

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There’s just something about stumbling through the garden, past the happy din of the morning chorus, and falling in through my door that just feels… Right. Anyway, my ears really are ringing and the bed is calling out to me like a sirene, but I want to get a few things down before I crash (let’s just say I’ve enjoyed a few drinks, and that I want to get some memories down before I risk letting them evaporate in the alcohol & dance induced coma I feel is now entirely inevitable).

Right: Burgers with Mike’s crew at 3am.
Wrong: That           . (Sorry           , I’m sure there are lots of good things about you, but I                  .)
Right: Making our way to Flight Lounge, I don’t remember who had the good idea, but it was genius.
Wrong: Not having a better chance to               . (           akward.)
Right: Having the 2 guys that tried to get into the club in front of me be sent packing, then being ushered in by the bouncers with a big smile and a few nice words.
Wrong: Giving out my new cards to all and sundry. I can’t help it – I just love these damn cards. XD
Right: I don’t want to go on about    . Take a hint.
Wrong: Making so many passes at Kat. Teehee. (Kat & Mike are so friggin’ perfect for each other, I want a relationship like that.)
Right: Telling the             that I didn’t         .
Wrong: Being so blunt by not              any     when I was getting rounds. I didn’t mean to be so             . Mea culpa.
Right: Making lots of new friends.

Ok, so I don’t like this formatting, but I only have time for a quick drink of water before I fall on the floor and sleep, slack jawed and drooling openmouthed on the carpet here in the lounge, so I’m just going to have to leave it as is and move on. (And maybe evaporate mentions of any              before anyone who knows what I’m talking about notices and shames the hell out of me for my lameness.) XD

Nighty-night my dear internet friends.

(You should get in touch.)

But do trust me when it comes to Californication.

Morgan Avery

There is no question in my mind that Californication is by far the best new TV show of the year. And when I say by far, I mean nothing else compares, not even close.

If you’re not a digital media junkie like me, then your time has already come.

Ok, that sounded menacing. All I meant was that it’s starting on free-to-air TV in New Zealand already, this Thursday night on TV3, in fact.

The only drawback to the show is that it’s a half length season – 12 episodes – and each episode is only 30 minutes. 12 glowing precious little 30 minute nuggets. Of brilliance.

I call it a drawback, but is it? Perhaps not, in fact you could say: Californication is brilliance, distilled.

Please try it, I’m quite certain that even if you don’t like it as much as your mum likes me, you’ll still like it a great deal.

Never trust a critic.*

Morgan Avery

I was out for dinner with a couple of friends last night who’d just seen Resident Evil: Extinction. Their conclusion? They didn’t really think too much of it.

So, remember this simple rule when you read my reviews: Morgan is Morgan is Morgan is Awesome.

Actually, keep that rule in mind at all times – it’ll make your whole life better and more productive when you come to terms with it.

In addition to that simple rule, here’s another one, only marginally less important to us all: Do things for yourself so you can judge them on your own terms. (Especially when it comes to zombie movies, as I’ll always rate them unreasonably favourably – due to my uncontrollable addiction to being scared out of my wits.)

Oh, the dinner was at Mezze, good conversation, reasonably good food (though overpriced) but the thing is that I have a lot of memories invested in that place that are a bit distracting for me.

I think perhaps I should                                                                                         , that’d wash away the ghosts.

* Especially not me.