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[The Exorcist - 50th Anniversary Edition.]

The Exorcist - 50th Anniversary Edition.

My first time to see it on the big screen and boy, does that make a difference. I can understand now the effect it would have had on cinema-goers at the time. Just as scary and disturbing now as I imagine it must have been when first released. An absolute masterpiece.

Saw New Order playing 'live at the 3Arena in Dublin last night. Wasn't too familiar with many of their more recent songs but I enjoyed them very much. (And I'll be looking forward to tracking down the albums that the songs were taken from.) But they also played a good few of their older hits too and, for the encore, they finished up with three Joy Division songs. All in all, a terrific gig with a great light-show as well. Highly recommended!

Just want to add my best wishes also to Annie. I likewise look forward to her return to the prog when she recovers (which will hopefully be soon).

Excluding the two weeks recently spent in hospital after emergency - and as it turns out, life-saving, abdominal -surgery, I have been trying since the start of August, to get the Gas Central Heating system sorted out in this Dublin City Council flat.

First thing to note is that the power company which was offering a reasonable deduction on my bill - if I went with the dual-fuel gas & leckie option with them - required me to switch from the already installed pre-paid meter to a bill-pay meter. Between the jigs and the reels and jutting back and forth with DCC, the power company itself, and the gas network supplier as well, it took the best part of almost six weeks before I could get the meter changed.

Then I was told by the gas guy who installed the meter, that DCC would have to come out and top up the water-heating system, as well as bleed the radiators before I could actually, you know, so much as take a fucking shower! Shortly thereafter and just as I was all set to make an appointment with the bloke from the water section of DCC to do the necessary, I was taken ill and that put the mockers on everything.

So this last Monday, I finally got around to re-scheduling an appointment with DCC for them to carry out the works. Cue much confusion from the chap with whom I spoke to on the phone. The "I'm not sure why they would be the people who would be called out" kind of confusion. To which I could only reply: "well they're the folk whom the gas guy said I would need to be called over."

So I finally got a call from the water section today, to say that they had a plumber in the area who could see me in about an hour, if that was convenient. I confirmed that it was indeed convenient. Four hours after that call - with no sign of a plumber appearing, I rang back, only to be told that, actually, I would have to contact the Heating Section and make an appointment with them to check out the boiler. And if they couldn't get the system sorted, THEN the water / plumbing people would have to be called upon.

So that means because there is no one answering the phone in the Heating section this afternoon, I will have to call them on Monday and will most likely be left waiting for another several days without either heat or shower power. I swear to Christ, the movie "Brazil" has nothing on the utter incompetence that seems to reign supreme in most facets of life, here in the Emerald Isle.

And to top everything else off, the horrible, junkie, crack-smoking, verminous scumbags that are coming into this block, have now taken to shitting on the interior stairs at the back of the building as well. 

There is a scene in the movie "Ironclad" where King John orders the removal of one the rebellious Lords hand, as it was the one used to sign the Magna Carta against HRH. (Granted, he then goes on to lop off the unfortunate Lord's other hand and also his feet, but - in HRH's insane, megalomaniac mind at least - the principle was sound.)

Personally, I prefer the tree gradually growing through the miscreant route as a just, appropriate and deserved fate. (I might be wrong on this, but did something similar not happen to one of the characters within the myths of Game of Thrones? Or am I thinking of another series or movie?)

 

Thanks, Hawkie.
Speaking of onions (and I did sort of mention them upthread), I can feel my eye running like a broken tap under the dressing.
I just thought I should share that.

Could it be said that you're in eyefull pain?

Hope you recover soon, mate!

Never mind Krull! Surely THIS is the movie that is simply crying out for a remake by Abrams? 

https://www.facebook.com/100063980170121/videos/950620682692717?idorvanity=201452017148992

Anyway, we have to give them all distinct names so we can register them at the vets, so we've gone with the temporary-maybe-permanent nick-names of Hotshot, Ricochet, Hi-ex and Armour.  Gender-neutral (they're still timid so we've not picked them up yet and would rather trust the vets to get it right) and not too embarrassing or controversial if we have to walk the streets calling the names out at ten at night...

I can't help but imagine you looking like this, as you walk the streets, calling out after one of the kittens. 

https://media.tenor.com/oNiaT_dgYyQAAAAC/dredd-karl-urban.gif

I think that in future, anytime I have to class up my appearance, I will straighten my tie in the mirror and say:
"Stak! He wears a suit!"

I like it    Think I'll follow, er, suit, on the one or two days a year I don't dress like a Norman Rockwell hobo.

For when you're undoubtedly rocking the Max Normal look. 

https://live.staticflickr.com/3898/32481087350_ca22b95935_b.jpg

At least now I know whose telescope was spying through the window of my new gaff today. Good job I'm getting curtains installed tomorrow. 

That's not me. I keep myself and my telescope in Cork. It's probably a peeper licensed by Dublin City Council.
Do you have authorisation for those curtains?
What have you got to hide, citizen?

The less said about my naked, solo Cha-Cha dance around the flat earlier in the week, the better.

What about the four sons of The Angel Gang? Link, Junior, Mean and Fink.

A man sits forlorn in an "I Honked On An ABC Warrior And Lived" t-shirt, his LRD filled with supermarket whiskey. Ragged 1980s progs carpet the floor around him. An old congratulatory letter from Tharg is held in his nerveless hand.
It has all been for nothing.
He has been a fraud all along and now the whole world knows it.

Well on the bright side, at least now I know who's telescope was spying through the window of my new gaff today. Good job I'm getting curtains installed tomorrow. 

I sometimes wonder how Nikolai Dante would've played out if his bio-blades were in his feet instead of his hands.

Bladerunner?

Yet another reason - aside from humungusly sized deadly spiders - to never, ever, ever visit Australia.

https://www.thejournal.ie/worm-found-in-womans-brain-australia-6154632-Aug2023/

Just saw this poem on Facebook or whatever its calling itself these days. It seemed rather relevant to the topic under discussion.

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=666048162222814&set=a.624734479687516