Spider-Man 3 looks awesome. I can’t wait to see it after seeing the teaser.

Well, I can wait and I’ll have to. But it’s going to be painful - it’s almost a whole year away. Gah.

AVP: Alien Vs. Predator greatly disappointed the first time I saw it. So much so that removing the poster from the inside of my then-bedroom door was top priority. But I’ve just watched the extended version on shiny disc (an impulse buy mainly to complete the set) and it was far, far better than the theatrical version I saw before.

It was by no means on par with the original Alien and/or Predator films of course. But this time round, ’twas far more entertaining and worthy of belonging to the franchises.

I still hate the condom joke and bullet time bits though.

My dissertation tutor is, without a doubt, the biggest prick I have ever met. I’m quite tolerant of most people - and very few can truly get under my skin. But this bloke is a total, total… a word has yet to be invented to describe how totally whatever-it-is he is. But he is one. And a total, total one at that.

I’m feeling rather pleased with myself at the moment, though, as I had a massive go at him this morning. The icing on the cake was when he denied telling me something a few weeks back - “What you’re saying I’ve said to you is complete rubbish, Blake.” - to which I presented a scrap of paper with his writing on to the contrary.

And having slated my dissertation synopsis efforts for the previous twenty minutes, at the end of the tutorial he said: “I can see this is going to be a good piece of work.”

Fluffing idiot.

Nineteen days until the end of term. Joy!

Twenty one days until I start work at Paramount. Joy!

It’s so annoying seeing people swanning around having already left university for this academic year. The gits.

Okay, so my last post wasn’t the best ever. And I regretted the title before I even published it. But hey, even that was better than anything the episode itself had to offer.

Firstly, the fact that a Blue Peter competition winner had designed the alien was obvious; it’d been based solely on Fat Bastard from Austin Powers by the looks of it. And no, that isn’t that big a deal. But it felt as if the episode hinged on it, which is a no-no in my book.

Peter Kay also did nothing for me. But then, other than the Amarillo video and the John Smiths ads, he never has.

The episode was completely unlike Doctor Who - going against the narrative style of all previous episodes. And the Doctor and Rose were hardly even in it! Five minutes at most.

The most redeeming part of the episode was the end. That and Marc Warren’s performance, as I quite like him. Not that I watch Hustle; I just love Bring Me the Head of Mavis Davis.

Update (18-Jun-06 @ 11:53 PM):
Mr Blue Sky was the best bit - can’t think how I forgot about that. Still, fact remains that the episode was disappointing. It seemed to build to something that never actually happened.

This week’s Doccie Who is utter tripe.

Although my hayfever has again been really bad, today has been much better than yesterday - even if far too hot for my liking. And now I want to rip my eyeballs out.

I’m so annoyed. I’ve just wasted three hours waiting for a bus, given up and come home. My hayfever is really bad. And England are playing in the World Cup as we speak. Whoop de doo, the whole country must come to a standstill because football is so important.

I wouldn’t mind about the football but everyone assumes that everyone else is interested, even if it is only vaguely. I hate it and everything about it. I especially hate it when people that aren’t bothered about football at any other point in time come out of the closet because “England are playing”. If you’re that passionate about supporting England, join the army or something else that actually matters.

As runner-up, I’ve just won a copy of Red Dwarf VIII on DVD - the limited Skutter edition at that - in a competition to win an authentic-worn costume from the series.

I’m dead chuffed I came so close to the top prize, as it literally was the luck of the draw. And from what I’ve already seen of the DVD it’s a corker.

“alright mr blake ‘the girth’ neale, how are ya doin?

its been a long time no speak, and it got me thinkin, and reminising (spelling dodgy i know). so feeling nostalgic i was going through some old photos when came across this. i wiped it clean then looked at it and thought to myself…. wow! we must have been drunk when we decided to abuse this poor creature, because i cannot remember much about it. every now and then i get flash backs. i remember thinkin to myself at the time what a great animal to bum, i mean, its not as if it can run away, even when we swapped ends we didnt even have to force it not to move or anything like that. absolute genius! i do remember being circumsised unwillingly tho, i mean, those claws got a bit nasty when it came to finishing up with a pawjob.” - Rob Byron. What a guy!