Not blogging again today

I've been trying to tell you I'm leaving. It's hard though, being that I haven't blogged in ages and the words aren't coming out in a clever, entertaining way. So I sit here staring at a cursor that is blinking it's demand for words and I have nothing to offer. I thought it would be easier than this. I thought that when someone left a job and a good steady income with no new job to go to, they might have a few thoughts that to share around the thought processes surrounding such a decision - a "freak out" post at the very least - but not me. But wait, there's more - how about we throw in more details like leaving the place they've lived in for nearly 20 years to move to move across the Tasman Sea to a new city, leaving their family in the old city, and you'd really be thinking that blog post'd almost write itself - but not this one. No one could blame you for thinking that a post based on topics so life changing would be easier than this to write. That excited words'd be expected to fly off the end of a once-prolific blogger's fingertips in a sparkling tumble of nervous information that would keep the reader entralled until the very end, and looking forward - therefore returning to the site - to more posts to see how things panned out. Cos Lord knows we bloggers have written a lot more on a hell of a lot less. But for some reason, right now and lately, that's not happening around here. So I decide to stop sitting here watching an unwavering blinking cursor with no words to feed it and not blog again today, but go watch Trains, Planes and Automobiles for the bazillionth time instead. Because that, I can do. (I'm sorry I can't write anything to catch you up on any of my news - I'll keep trying though, so don't give up on me just yet. Maybe when I get to Melbourne the words will come easier. The new sights and sounds, people and food, work and opportunities, frustrations and troubles I'm bound to encounter, will help get my blogging feng shui back. Or maybe it'll at least give you more photos to look at.)
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Contains so many spoilers

http://imdb.com/title/tt0085862/ The 'Mad Dog' Criminal...The 'Lone Wolf' Lawman...The Ultimate Showdown. how would you like to bite that ass, develop lockjaw, and be dragged to death? carrera is carradine's girlfriend carradine fights dirty and smokes cigarilloes between rounds meets carrera premature ejaculation playing in the mud with the hose cleaning up straightening up friends getting shot turning to drink cleaning up again masterful ability to mask any and all emotions baddies shot his dog then shot his window he punches the ground/thought he was gonna perform CPR on the dog cleaning up again with a beer in his hand hooks up with the surviving cop and driving all over the dessert looking for god knows what? FBI 1"who the hell does that son of a bitch think he is?" FBI 2"that son of a bitch knows this country side better than you know the warts on your wife's ass" FBI 1 "well why don't we all just line up and kiss.his.ass" extras running pointing cycling chuck sweating ultimate humiliation.. carradine takes norris' badge "something to remember you by" before burying chuck's truck in a big hole with chuck alive in the drivers seat. but wait, it's okay, they left the windows up so even though he's buried alive, he has oxygen and.. hey.. A BEER!! he seems to have a real drinking problem tho as he pours the beer over hiself instead of drinking it he starts his truck under all that earth and drives his way to freedom! what a legend! he's a bit beat up but at least he's feeling well enough to drink the beer he's offered as he recovers from his busy night he's not happy though because he's a bit damaged and jump side kicks his porch over in frustration of not being able to shot his gun (metaphor by the way he's mooning over a photo of Carrera as he lies on his bed) did i mention the midget? he's not a short person or a dwarf, he's a midget, an evil little suit-wearing/video game playing midget in a wheelchair. but now Chuck gets really mad when he finds out that the baddies have taken little Sally, his fiesty teenage daughter. they're probably deflowering her as we speak! so off to Meh-heh-cho he goes to get his baby back. Chuck is so kind as to give a service station begger coins while girls put flowers on his truck and he's touched by the gesture but you wouldn't know that just by looking at him or anything. inside the service station is FBI agent 2, yeh, the good one, who seems to have survived the shootout earlier afterall. they take an inventory of their weaponry to find it includes a crossbow. what luck? more luck arrives in the form of the limping deputy who's surviving all the gun play nicely so far thankyou. so in scenes and wardrobe reminescent of vietnam movies, chuck finds the baddies hidout and scopes the security with his binocular. The fully train crossbowing FBI agent takes out said security and the rescuers move in close enough to see a braless carrera bring food across the compound to Little Sally. Chuck and his bandana make it into his daughter and Carrera and takes time to have a wee pash in front of his daughter who may well be quite grossed out by her dad kissing some braless chick in meh heh cho. then all hell breaks loose - every stunt and weapon in the book.. limping deputy seems to have found himself a rocket launcher and cliches meh heh chan mission explosionaries fill the air with dust and noise. david carradine seems particularly gleeful working the machinegun atop the hasienda - being one of those baddie bosses who would never ask anyone to do anything they wouldn't do themselves. but chuck finds someone has left the keys in the bulldozer so seizes the opportunity just as carridine fines a hummer or tank or some other big fuck off truck and they go at it, head to head, like a cheap version of Sigorney vs Alien. but wait.. really.. all we really want is for Karate vs Kung Fu, don't we? are they ever going to fight hand to hand, chop to chop? put down your gun chuck, put down your machine gun carradine, fight it out like the martial artists you are. Chuck flips the extra large belt buckle and his weaponry drops to the ground carradine kung fus up while wearing a golf sweater vincent price's organ soundtrack strats up and it's all on Kung fu kicks almost all the shit out of Karate with a few dirty tricks to help along the way Little Sally tries to help but gets a swift backhand from kung fu and really finally pisses chuck off enough to let loose not many round house kicks (if any) but more animated facial features than teh whole movie to date kungfu cheats with the machine gun but carrera takes one for the team as all good girl friends of brave me do she dies in chucks arms with a death bed confession of how she loves him how can chuck lose so much his friend his dog his girl but it ends well as he leaves the midget in a red faced rage to an adoring public to live happily ever after with his perky daughter and barely any memory of his hot girlfriend or his dead dawg and seems to have reconciled wiht his exwife this movie has everything it's well worth a look.
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