Pterodactyl on Pterodactyl Action!

Pterodactyl on Pterodactyl Action!, originally uploaded by zombiecoterie.

I wanted to do a picture of the pterodactyl from my story in with the rubbish fibreglass dinosaurs in Crystal Palace and I'm really rather pleased with the result. The Crystal Palace dinosaurs really are quite crap.

I think this will end up as the opening shot for a chapter. Perhaps even a cover image?

Jade Goody and Battlestar Galactica: A double-ending.

So.  Jade Goody, as predicted on many BSG sites, held on for the series finale.  I wonder if there's some way we could shoehorn her story into a parable for the Human-Cylon war?

I'm not going to talk about the BSG finale, other than to say that it left a little too much unanswered for my liking.  The image to the right gives away some of my thoughts, though, about when the right time to click your heels together might have been.

Still, I doubt parable-fatigue was what finished Jade off, but I'm quite certain it might in a few days time kill us all when everyone gets a bit too excited about the messianic qualities of The People's Piglet.  Give money to cancer charities, because it's what she would have wanted.  Dismiss any criticism of her as class-based snobbery.  Ignore the strange machine that drove her from nobody to celebrity to demon to angel and tried to sell us each incarnation along the way.

I find these sorts of public outpourings of grief really quite peculiar.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman, originally uploaded by zombiecoterie.

I was wondering how I'd interpret some of the Marvel and DC characters that we're all probably a bit too familiar with.

My Wonder Woman is a brute. I'm guessing the thing she fears most is being caught in the lasso on her hip and having to face the horrible things she's done.

Repo! The Genetic Opera: Fucking Awful

Repo! The Genetic Opera looked like it was going to be perfect. A gothic punk futuristic setting with Sarah Brightman tearing out her own eyes, Paris Hilton addicted to surgery, Anthony Stuart-Head in his post-Nescafé-advert incarnation as a cult star, an emo kid who lives in a graveyard... and all this with a rock opera soundtrack.

It should have been amazing.

However, by comparison, let's think about piss-fucking.

Piss-fucking has all the elements of a perfect dirty sex scenario, but just ends up senseless and messy. The Genetic Opera is the piss-fucking of cult movies. No matter how many times people try to tell you it's a bad idea, you're going to end up with a wet patch at the bottom of the laundry basket sooner or later. I'm not going to tell you not to watch this film, but you'll hate yourself for watching it if you do. No amount of boil-washing is ever going to be able to erase this shit from my mind.

It's awful. It's awful not even in the way that Plan 9 From Outer Space was awesome and awful at once. The songs are utterly dull, the costumes are a bad pastiche of Rocky Horror, the performances both in terms of singing and in terms of acting made us wonder if the script was actually circulated, or even written before they all turned up on set, patting each other on the back for being involved in something so fucking cool as this.

It's not fucking cool, it's not so-bad-it's-good. It's dull and hackneyed and it looks, feels and sounds cheap.

You're better off with piss-fucking, even if the person you're doing it with just had a curry.

Starting to Move.

As ever, before we move, there's the urge to declutter and to leave many, many things behind.  If there's anything you see in the pictures here that you'd like, let me know and if it can get to you within the next week or two, then you're welcome to it, otherwise it's all going to end up at Cah Converters or a charity shop.

The new flat is painted, the bathroom looks beautiful and the kitchen that looked ok before now just looks ugly and in desperate need of replacement.  All we need now is broadband and carpets and we're good to go.  It'll be about three weeks and then no more Brockley for us.  It's a little bit sad that we're leaving this place behind but it's going to be such an adventure in the new place.

Tulips are Nice.

Tulips are Nice., originally uploaded by zombiecoterie.

The Same Photo Everyone Has.

British Museum, originally uploaded by zombiecoterie.

The other morning, I had a dream that there was a mode you could unlock on Prince of Persia that turned it into Prince of Wales. Instead of running up walls and slaughtering gooey monsters, you wandered around tutting at architecture and occasionally talking to plants.

In light of this, I accepted the offer of a free ticket to the Shah 'Abbas exhibition at the British Museum. I have to say I was a bit disappointed that they chose to concentrate on his religious reforms, tyranny, paedophilia and the murder of his parents, rather than his legendary agility. Sometimes the ticket paying audience want to get what it says on the tin rather than an elaborate new re-interpretation. There's a few huge screens set up in the middle of the reading room, beneath the majestic domed roof. They display massive projections of Iran's beautiful architecture and leave it up to the viewers to insert what was clearly missing - the leaping, rolling and climbing figure of the Prince.

I think I played the British Museum in Prince of Wales mode, walking around tutting, smiling and asking, "Did you make this?" to anyone stood next to an exhibit.