Contradictory Language


10.6.10

The Hyundai/McDonalds/CocaCola FIFA World Cup 2010™, Fabregas rant and a teensy bit of gaming.

I'm sorry but I'm just gonna start with this. Walcott isn't in the World Cup squad. Fair enough. Shaun Wright-Phillips is?! What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. That's all I have to say on the matter.

Elsewhere in World Cup news, the last few days have seen players dropping like flies. Emile Heskey, not content with being our worst striker, thought it would nice to sit on England's only world-class central defender and captain and snap his knee ligaments. The prospect of Ledley King playing in central defence makes me cringe after seeing him so thoroughly exposed by the flitting trio of Mexico's frontline at Wembley last week. He had twisted blood after that ordeal, and I wonder that despite his excellent ability to read the game, his complete lack of lateral movement might make Carragher the better option at the back. As for Upson, how did West Ham do this season? Exactly. Other absentees are Essien, Nani, Mikel, Ballack and there are doubts over Drogba, Robben, Pirlo, Barry and Iniesta. I just really hope that Arsenal's own porcelain striker RVP manages to not injure himself so Arsenal actually have a chance next season. They would have walked the league with him up top for 38 games.

The same about Upson goes for Rob Green. It makes me jealous when Spain's three goalkeepers are Casillas, Reina and Valdes - ridiculous. Looking at the Spain squad makes me more and more angry. A bench of Fabregas, Pedro, Navas, Martinez, Mata and Reina. A team shouldn't be allowed to be that good. And it is for this reason, of course, that they will not win this tournament. The best sides rarely win the tournament, in recent years the only one coming to mind being Brazil in 2002 who were, to be honest, the only only good team in the tournament. South Korea got to the semis in 2002 for Christ's sake (with, admittedly, a lot of help from FIFA). It seems pretty inevitable to me that Brazil will win this, European sides seem incapable of winning outside their own continent and Brazil have a good combination of an extremely solid defence and an effective and very destructive attacking unit. I know nothing about the German team other than they will inevitably reach at least the semi-finals, purely based on their nationality. Check out their secondary strip. It literally scares the bejeezus out of me. If I had to play against a team wearing those Nazi colours I wouldn't be brave enough to move a toe for fear of being ethnically cleansed. On a side note you may not be surprised to learn that I managed to offend a German girl at a party the other night by suggesting the name "Schweinsteiger", which literally translates as "pig mounter" is somehow hilarious and a bit dirty (and perhaps reflects on German sexual habits), and in a short conversation about Michael Schumacher also implied that all Germans are natural cheats. I concluded that all Germans also have no sense of humour.

Going back to the football, the dark horses are probably Italy, who don't do well when they are expected to and do when they aren't, and outside bets to do well are probably USA and Serbia, and all North Korea can do is exceed expectations because noone seems to know anything about them. Apparently pretty much all their players are actually Japanese but have been recruited for the side by the Dear Leader. Insert joke about well regimented side that plays with minimal individual flair and military precision. The Netherlands will walk the group stage score loads of goals and come unstuck in the second round after they all start bickering. I don't hold out too much hope for Argentina, mainly due to their manager and the fact that a 35 year old Veron is starting in their midfield, and their defence being comprised of 4 centre backs. Maradona does seem to have demonstrated some good managerial knowledge by choosing Palermo's 20 year old playmaker Javier Pastore, who was one of Serie A's consistently brilliant performers last season and ran rings around Cambiasso in their 1-1 draw against Inter. The World Cup and Palermo's late-season surge into 4th place the Champions League will give him the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his quality to a wider audience, and I'm gonna go out on a limb and say he will be one of the best playmakers in European football within 5 years, along with Aaron Ramsey.

So basically, my predos:
Winner: Brazil
Runner Up: Italy
Surprise packages: Greece, Serbia, North Korea
Disappointments (or in Alan Green vernacular, "disgraces"): Rooney, Messi, England's penalty taking, David James' hairstyles.
Shock Early Exits: France are useless.
Players to watch: Khedira (Germany), Ozil (Germany), Pastore (Argentina), Van der Wiel (Netherlands), Ramires (Brazil), Guardado (Mexico), Nkoulou (Cameroon), Navas (Spain), Luis Suarez (Uruguay)
Golden Boot: van Persie/Luis Fabiano
The Inevitable: England will be knocked out on penalties in the Quarters, Italy will scrape through the Group then suddenly start playing well, none of the African teams will make it past the groups stages, New Zealand will be beaten 8-1 and celebrate their single goal wildly, Rooney will be sent off, Philippe Senderos will have a permanently confused expression on his face, Lucas Neill will be a cunt, Emmanuel Adebayor will talk unintelligibly quickly on the BBC coverage, Alan Hansen will go on about raw pace all the time for no reason, John Motson will make orgasm noises instead of actually commentating, Alan Shearer will horrifically mangle the past tense. Etc.

In other football news, the protracted Cesc Fabregas "saga" continues. Although so far this "saga" petty much seems to be Barca repeatedly releasing statements from various cunts in their organisation saying they will sign Fabregas soon. All this despite only submitting one paltry offer of £29m, only £4m more than they paid for Chygrynskiy (copy+paste ftw, bitches) and having it rightly smashed back in their face immediately. If I were working for Arsenal in some kind of secretarial role, the fax sent back to Camp Nou would almost definitely have had some sort of smelly brown stain on it. FIFA and UEFA of course should get on at Barca for what is blatant and shameless tapping up and deliberate attempts to unsettle him through the media. But no. It's Barca. They won't. All Barcelona's posturing as "mes que un club" looks increasingly hypocritical as what this appears to be is an attempt to use underhanded means to sign a player they don't need for a preposterously undervalued price, all because the departing president (Joan Laporta) wants to glorify his own ego. They play the best football in the world, but the way the big two Spanish clubs conduct themselves in transfer dealings is pretty shit.

Gaming wise I've been playing a hell of a lot of Dragon Age: Origins. It's typical Bioware RPG fare; I didn't think it was that good and then suddenly it was 3am. It sucked me in good and proper and there's a hell of a lot of game there for £20. There are massive graphical flaws and seems quite dated, but the sheer effort put into the depth of the story and dialogue means it is extremely engrossing and very enjoyable.

Laters.

27.5.10

So it's been a while...


Yeah I haven't posted for ages. I'm sure you've been going mad, gnawing at your sideboards wondering whether I'm ever going to return. Well, you can stop writing the suicide note and put the pills and wine back in the cupboard. I have my last exam tomorrow and I will be back to my irregularly regular posting schedule.

So I'm going to Hurricane festival in June. I've gone off rock music quite a lot in the last year but you can't sniff at that line up for £100, and hopefully The Strokes won't be a shadow of their former selves after a 4 year hiatus and some mediocre solo stuff. And hopefully they won't just play new stuff. Hopefully they will just play from Is This It, and a couple of songs off of Room on Fire. First Impressions of Earth was so boring. It was even worse than being shit. I would have preferred it to be terrible than middling, overly ironic, unfunny and dull. LCD Soundsystem, Massive Attack, Mr Oizo, The XX, Vampire Weekend and Biffy Clyro are the other main attractions for me, although hopefully just the entire weekend will be a laugh... A possibility heightened by the revelation that pints there cost 1 euro each. Mmm.

Music wise I've been listening to a lot of Crystal Castles, and my resistance to them (fuelled by my inherent distrust for anything on the NME Cool List) has been ended by what is a fantastic second album. I haven't had time to play games, but hopefully I will be seeing wassup with the GTAIV expansions and Red Dead Redemption soon.



7.5.10

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HE IS COMING HE IS COMING HE IS COMING AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

28.4.10

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Well it's that time of year again. Having spent the last 2 weeks excruciatingly wringing out enough coherent thought to write 7000 words worth (see what I did there?) of intelligible prose, I am now confronted with the depressing spectre of my two exams. I know I shouldn't be complaining, but I'm a man of simple pleasures. Mainly I like bacon, sitting down and the odd head scratch. Anything which disturbs this heavenly scene is treated as a rude interruption and must be treated with the utmost disdain and usually misplaced sarcastic comments that, on reflection, don't really make too much sense. Anyway, the point is I don't want to study any more. Having to write about thermodynamics in an essay on American fiction nearly made my increasingly leaky brain collapse in on itself. Fucking Thomas Pynchon and his complex themes of communication theory. Just write a nice story about animals with no complex ideas like Beatrix Potter, or George Orwell before he went got all cerebral and wrote a novel about how everyone in the 80s would speak as if they had stepped from the pages of a shit romance novel and get pissed on gin all the time (again, misplaced sarcastic/facetious remarks are often my downfall).

In other news I managed to watch Kick Ass again. Not really sure how, but I was pretty bored and my flatmate wanted to see it again. It stood up to another viewing pretty well, but this time around I couldn't get it out of my head that the main character was being portrayed by a douche, having found out in the meantime that he's knocked up his 50 year old fiance, and he's 19 and dresses like those cunts in the Topman adverts that have that contrived scruffy-yet-oh-so-cool look that makes me want to punch them in the Adam's apple then tell them to read Das Kapital. It would probably make them more cunty to be honest, they'd become champagne socialists and sit in their Primrose Hill squats with each other reading J.D Salinger and Roland Barthes, waiting for Arthur to return from the latest croissant run to Camden Lock. What a load of imaginary berks.

I also bought some new DLC for Mass Effect 2, it was pretty fun and would recommend getting it for the low low price of 1/6 of the game's initial cost for around 2 extra hours gameplay. It was good, but pretty much a ripoff. At least I get an extra character for those side missions I'm not going to do and 15G to add to the gamerscore that I feel dirty for caring about.

Tomorrow sees Inter travel to Camp Nou (yes Camp Nou, you don't hear Spanish people calling Old Trafford, Trafford Old) and try to hold onto their 3-1 lead to get to the final, which seems like it will essentially be a walk in the park for whoever wins tomorrow. How a team with a defence as shoddy as Bayern's can get to the final is beyond me. They've got Zorro at the back for fuck's sake! Anyway hopefully it will be a decent watch, and I'm watching it at Guy's campus so it should be deserted cos Man United aren't playing. (for those of you who don't know why that's funny, it's because Guy's campus is where everyone who does sciences/medicine has the majority of their classes, and as a result it has a high asian population, and everyone knows that nearly every asian person that exists supports Man United. Check back tomorrow for more racial stereotypes.)

There's some music I want to write about but will do it in a less rage-inflected entry tomorrow or something, I need some sleep.

17.4.10

Home again, Kick Ass and a little bit of music

So I've been at home for a couple of weeks, trying unsuccessfully to crack on with my final 2 essays before my exams start next month. Well, I say "start", but I only have 2. And one if them is predisclosed... in fact I already know the questions. It pays to do a course that isn't a real subject. Until I hit the real world. Which will hopefully not be for many years to come.

Anyway, me and a friend made usage of orange wednesdays and decided to take a trip to the local multiplex to see a film that seems to have kicked up a bit of a fuss amongst the err.. let's say "cuntish" section of the british press. Most of this has revolved around the use of "the c word" by an 11 year old girl (or Hitgirl as her character is called). Its a highly bizarre thing to be worried about considering what the little terror gets up to immediately after channelling the spirit of Derek and Clive - she proceeds to dismember and horrifcially maim and entire room of people with a katana. As far as I was concerned watching the film, it was strange to see such a young character utilised in such a way and it was, momentarily, at least slightly uncomfortable. There's not really too much time for this though as it happens over and over again in various situations throughout the film, deadening the slightly jarring effect it did have in that first memorable scene. What's more bizarre is the music she slaughters these people to - Banana Splits by The Dickies. It's a surreal scene and a surreal film, but a highly enjoyable and funny comic book pastiche Tarantino can only dream of while he's titting about wearing beanie hats and watching Wong Kar-wai films with vaseline and a kleenex within his jittery arms' reach. What a fucktard he is. What was I on about? Oh yeah. Little girls cuttin' headz. Watch it.

Whilst at home I have also managed to expend a stupid amount of money on music. My discovery of Boomkat.com has been both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand I have an easily accessible library of fantastic electronic music... on the other hand they recommend everything that is released, resulting in lack of funds. Anyway, here's a short chart of some of the best stuff I've stumbled across in recent weeks and other shite that's been on rotation:

1. You Got Me by Scuba from Triangulation
2. Sahara Michael by Ikonika from Fish
3. Raga Bhairav by Charanjit Singh from Ten Ragas to a Disco Beat
4. Lagos by Nomad Discotech from Lagos/Fast Food Soul
5. The Only Way Up by Egyptrixx from The Only Way Up
6. Shangrila by Floating Points from Love Me Like This
7. Escape by Johann Johannsson from and in the endless pause there came the sound of bees
8. Detroit Falls by Pariah from Detroit Falls
9. Detroid by dBridge & Instra:mental from Acacia Avenue/Detroid
10. Igloo by Wiley from Avalanche Music 1
11. 444 by Autechre from Incunabula
12. Pickled! by Flying Lotus from Cosmogramma
13. Kobwebz by Gonjasufi from A Sufi And A Killer


Yeah I know Arsenal lost. Fuckoff.