‘Buffy’ TV series star calls movie remake ‘a hideous idea’ | thetelegraph.com.au

‘Buffy’ TV series star calls movie remake ‘a hideous idea’ | thetelegraph.com.au.

I can see where he’s coming from, as someone who was involved in just about every episode (I can’t think of any he wasn’t in for at least a minute… maybe that one where Buffy ran away to L.A?). I do cross my fingers and hope for a positive outcome, but I admit that as a fan of the original movie, and long-time fan of the show (and Joss in general, who is in all possible ways, brilliant), it’s going to have to be pretty darn amazing to overcome the fact that Joss wasn’t even consulted…

“[Whedon] wasn’t asked,” Head said, while speaking to reporters at the TCA Summer Press Tour in Beverly Hills.”

“In fact, I think they went to great lengths not to ask him. It’s a hideous idea,” E! Online reported today


To the Gentleman on the 5:24pm from New Town

I hung around later at work than usual tonight. Everyone else had gone and my lovely supervisor didn’t like the idea of being alone in the building with the money (who does?), and besides, I was only catching the bus to the gym. Chunky jacket on to ward off the Tassie chill, and a backpack that made me look like a hunchback, I struggled up onto the bus. Chockers. Totally packed. Stoopid after-work rush.

Unable to turn around without hitting someone due to my back pack, I did a weird little number until eventually I was in a position where I could at least cling onto a pole and not fall on my butt. At that moment, a polite throat was cleared and someone gently tapped my shoulder. behind me was a guy in his mid to late 20s (my age), wearing some kind of grunge rocker T-shirt and track pants.

“There’s a seat here,” he told me and helped me struggle out of my backpack so I could sit down.  That’s when I realized… he’d given me his seat! A guy, in his 20’s, in a modern city, wearing a punk shirt and sneakers had stood up for a woman and given up his seat!

About a minute later we hit a stop and a load of people got off and he could take a seat across the aisle from me. He gave me a sheepish look and said “Well, that wasn’t really a big deal,” and laughed.

I thanked him again, but spent the rest of the bus trip thinking that if I weren’t a happily married woman, I’d have asked that man to come out for a beer! The truth is that it was a big deal. He didn’t know everyone else was going to go, and even though they did it doesn’t change anything. He saw a woman in distress, slightly unco and pathetic distress I admit (that’s the kind I’m best at), but distress all the same, and he helped me. I can’t help thinking that I should have thanked him more, talked to him for the rest of the bus ride, I know if I were a) single and b) brave (I’m neither) I would have. Anyone that cool really deserved more than a shy, stumbling, mumbled ‘thank you’ even if he did seem to think it was adorkable.

So, to the gentleman with the brown hair and band shirt on the 5:24pm through New Town, thank you. You were awesome, and since you were so cool to me I honestly can’t even remember a single awful customer today, though I’m sure there must have been at least one.

The Last Harry Potter

So I went to the movies and saw the last installment in 3D… I was really happy with the outcome! There was no 3D phapping that I could detect (with the possible exception of the Dark Lord’s ultimate fate… but hey, they’re wizards, that kind of thing totally happens), and it wasn’t a big in-your-face effect. I liked that. I was so in love with them when they released the first Deathly Hallows movie without the 3D because they couldn’t get it to look good enough! A lesson a lot of other producers should take to heart.

Anyway, back to the case in point… what can I say? I have a friend, die hard fan, who was quite inconsolable after reading the last book. While I wasn’t that bad then, I admit I did have a couple of little blubs, just quietly to myself in the cinema. You know, while it was dark and  no one could see.

One night, in my livingroom, while I was quite pregnant with my daughter, my friends pointed out to me that my husband looks like the weasley twins… I liked the movies a lot more after that! Course that makes this last movie a hell of a tear jerker. The final battle (and I don’t think that’s much of a give-away, we all knew there HAD to be one) is so visually brilliant and vibrant, Maggie Smith is stunning (as always) and wow Neville Longbottom turned into a bit of a spunk!

There are things they changed, that I probably wouldn’t have changed, but that’s unavoidable and purely artistic. Some of the things they did change were so stupendous and brilliant that I may have felt some inappropriate love for the actors, the most notable being Alan Rickman. I’ve loved him since Die Hard and his Snape, at least to me, fixed every single tiny quibble I had about book-Snape, and then some! He is, in all possible ways, the man!

Final verdict? Worth the wait, worth the time and effort and emotional investment. I was really, really please and moved and impressed! Once it’s available on DVD, I intend to have a marathon, a nice long weekend of Harry Potter to relive it from beginning to end, hopefully with some friends who can enjoy it with me… and maybe some beer. I know I’ve never been one of the major fans of the books or the movies, but I do enjoy them for what they are, and for the people who are big fans, I can’t imagine a better outcome.

Citizen Rudd’s sweet support for cafe – The Age

Citizen Rudd’s sweet support for cafe.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m not usually a fan of Mr Rudd – We’re politically wildly different, but this is a proper warm and tingly moment and yeah, I’m proud of him today.

Still, I always find that it comes back to race, for everyone, even those who don’t notice they’re coming back to race. Mr Rudd is quoted as saying “As an individual citizen – this is me, K. Rudd – I am here because I object to the boycotting of Jewish businesses.” That’s cool, in principle, if they’re being boycotted for religious reasons, so do I.

The international campaigns for Sanctions people say that this particular place, tacitly supports the occupation of Palestine. I think I read somewhere they donate choccies for hampers for Israeli troops, something like that. Now, you can argue back and forth till you’re blue in the face whether or not that stance is bollox, and that this IS an anti-jewish thing… but it seems to me that having someone say ‘no you can’t boycott Jewish businesses’ on the whole is just more of the same isn’t it? In this case yeah, I think they’re being dicks. But if someone wanted to protest for example, a factory or business that make weapons used in the conflict for publicity (which let’s face it, this is), then while I don’t agree with the sentiment, surely they should be allowed to do that, even if the owner IS Jewish?

I know I’m going off on a bit of a tangent here, but it constantly bugs me that this kind of position is the norm. You shouldn’t be able to make that business owners life miserable for no good reason because it’s illegal to do so. Because we are a nation of law-abiding citizens who will punish you for unfairly interfering in someone elses life when they have done nothing wrong. Isn’t that enough? Shouldn’t we all just be human?

This is an interview with Morgan Freeman (whom I now love again, even if his personal life is a touch creepy), on the subject of ‘Black History month’. The general theme? Stop talking about it like that! You know me as Morgan Freeman, so call me the actor Morgan Freeman, not the ‘black’ actor Morgan Freeman! We’re just men and women. If we stop speaking about each other as though we’re different, perhaps eventually it’ll dawn that we’re not!

My point is the same. Stop saying ‘you can’t boycott jewish businesses’, say instead ‘you can’t make law-abiding people lives miserable, disrupt their businesses and vilify them’. That sentiment applies to everyone, surely? Why should we have to say specifically that you can’t do that to a particular ethnicity or faith? Doesn’t that just suggest the stance that ‘yes, even if they ARE different, you cant do it’?

Media Power

The term emotional rollercoaster is wildly overused, and probably implies a much deeper and more  ground shaking set of events than I’ve actually experienced these last few days, but the up and down has been fairly spectacular. At least for me.

With the News of the World hacking scandal and it’s subsequent shut down, there was that feeling you get sometimes of just being totally disgusted and let down. Sure they’re journalists and we  don’t expect them to be the guardians of our rights and democracy anymore… but that was sick, even by modern standards, and the noise made by an angry public left no doubt we were all sickened by it. Now, there are arguments about the closing of the newspaper (it was making a butt-load of money after all) and the entire enterprize being used as a scapegoat for higher-ups etc. All that is possible, hell, it might even be likely, but getting the public sentimental about the closing was always a long shot. I, personally, don’t care. If more people hold responsibility, then yeah, track them down and nail them to the wall too, but I can’t bring myself to feel back the bloody thing is gone.

While all that was going on, I stumbled on a really old interview with the founder of the Huffington Post, which I admit I didn’t know a darn thing about. I’ll point out here than when I started explaining this bit to my dad, he snorted at me, he’s known about the HuffPo for a while apparently. In any event they interviewed its founder, a nice enough seeming woman, if a bit rough around the edges. The whole thing was started on the grounds of journalistic integrity, the writers weren’t even paid! They answered to no one, there would be complete transparency, they could print the truth without worrying about the purse (because there wasn’t one) and their fearless leader would drive them on. By this point in my childish glow of vindication that not everyone is a complete tool, I was inwardly rejoicing! Then I made the mistake of doing some googling… everything always seems to go downhill at that point doesn’t it?

HuffPo is having its own issues right now. AOL bought the company for a truly mind-blowing amount of money (at least to a girl who lives in an overcrowded three bedroom house in Australia’s most minor major city). Seem’s they’ve just fired someone for what they call ‘repacking’. In perfect honesty that’s pretty close to what I do here really. I find something online that’s interesting, write a bit about it, give my opinion on it and some choice info, then the idea is that I give the links to the original material thus driving all you lovely viewers to those sites to get the goss from the source. That last bit was where HuffPo was falling down. Unfortunately some ex-employees have come forward saying that what this particular writer was fired for, was in fact company policy, it’s just that in her case someone complained and they didn’t want the bad press, hence the chop.

There’s the belly dropping downhill run again. I was excited, I was elated, I was half way to clicking that little ‘careers’ link at the bottom of the HuffPo webpage to beg to be a part of the revolu… oh wait. Damn it! Once again I find myself sitting in my livingroom, watching my daughter build towers of blocks and pretend to be a kitty and wondering why everyone sucks so bad!

When I took psych 101, (my first subject at Uni, well, the first one I finished anyway) they talked about a kind of depression that’s becoming common with young graduates. Specifically those that go into journalism. We grow up reading about Watergate, about war-time journalism, about fearless men and women who uncovered what was hidden from us and made it know! They brought down the wicked, stuck it to the man and we were going to join their ranks! Then they walk into the office on their first day and discover that they are no longer the gatekeepers of public discourse… they’re glorified PR copy writers, repacking the media releases of major organisations and rehashing what’s already appeared in the blogosphere… Enter spiraling depression.

In the wake of all this we’ve got politicians pounding the pulpits talking about raining in a media gone mad! God help me for half a second I almost agreed with them. Yes, this has been a disgusting and disheartening episode, and yeah I want someone’s head to roll, but a bit of whoosaaa and a couple of breathing exercises and I begin to worry about the obvious issues… God, the last thing we need is to go from this to government controlled media! In government controlled media, no Watergate. No Climate Gate. No reporting of our leaders doing shonky garbage. I’m an idealist. I can’t help it. I want the democrats to ‘keep the bastards honest’, I want Doctors who’ll stop at roadside accidents and yes, I want journalists who’ll uncover corruption, protect my interests and ensure that nothing that shouldn’t be hidden from me is! I suppose I want heroes, proper ones… each in their own field and their own way, but every time I get my hopes up I’m a little more disappointed than I was the last time.

Dumping on charities: it’s blatant waste

Dumping on charities: it’s blatant waste. By Mr Geoff Strong from The Age.

I may love this guy.Nothing is harder to explain than “I’m worry, we can’t take your donation”… it upsets people. I get that, and for those with good intentions, we really are sorry, but we’re not a tip!

At the Salvo’s store where I do most of my shifts, we have a massive skip, and I’ve never seen it empty. Old TV’s with smashed screen’s, mattresses that are obviously hygenically questionable, baby equipment that we simply can’t sell for safety reasons. Not to mention the weird stuff that get’s dumped sometimes! I’m thinking here of a ‘tickle wand’ we found once, which came with a selection of edible undies! I can’t sell that in a Salvation army recycling store!