Wednesday, November 30, 2005

About Me

Hello, as it says over on the right, my name is Ed Butler. If you've gone to the effort of finding and reading this blog, you probably deserve to know a little about me. 24 years old, I live in a disgustingly suburban area in Eastern Melbourne, having experienced a disgustingly suburban upbringing. I work in a laboratory, but not as a scientist, I'm in the finance department.
You will learn more about me as this blog progresses, but I feel I should introduce you to some of the people whom I will reference routinely as I go:

My girlfriend, Nicole - light of my life, apple of my eye, Nic is the one who says, 'Ed, I don't think the kids would appreciate it if you stole all the balls from the McDonalds playground'. My muse and my conscience at once. What a girl.

Mum, Anne - Partially unstable potential mass murderer with a heart of gold or supermum with a mean streak (depending on who you ask), Mum can be angel and demon within the space of half an hour. Unless there's guests (or your room's clean), then it's all Christ-like calm.

Dad, Peter - The big man with the big heart and Yin to Mum's Yang. The only man on Earth who could concievably withstand one of Mum's tirades without punching a wall. Great beard.

Brother & sister-in-law - Troy & Karen - the picture of domestic, suburban wedded bliss. Married for nearly 5 years, and going strong. Good on them. Happy, secure (and a little frugal).

Sister, Charlotte - If I'm the black sheep of the family, Charlotte must be the golden one. Incapable of doing anything wrong, she is walking proof that Mums have favourite children. Top chick my sister, don't worry about that. Likes a drink (and a smoke), good value to have around. Just high maintenance.

Friends - numerous to say the least, I am blessed with an assortment of great people that I call friends (irrespective of whether or not it is reciprocated). Names such as Dan, Megan, Tony, Jen, Rob, Tammie, Tombo, Dave, Rich, Tash, Tim, Caz, Trav, Stokesy, Amy, Luber, Chambo, Belinda, Julia, Tom and Matt (aka Juggs) will all feature at some point or other.

Well, that's it for now, I look forawrd to regaling you with tales involving the cast of characters listed above.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Spielberg Boycott

Well, now it's time to make a real post on this brand spanking new blog of mine, and it goes thus:
I spent a couple of hours last Friday night sitting on the couch with my girlfriend, Nicole, nestled in to watch Spielberg's 'modern masterpiece' (according to many a reviewer), War of the Worlds. Now being an avid fan of science fiction novels, I was reasonably excited to see Tripods erupt from the earth and wreak havoc, so I anticipated an enjoyable DVD experience. And, for about 101 minutes of the estimated 112 minutes runtime, I did enjoy myself. Then, suddenly, it happened. It was Minority Report all over again. After the best part of two hours of trials, challenges and suspense and fear, suddenly, Ray (the chief protagonist) finds his family, alive, well and TOTALLY UNSCATHED!!! What the hell is going on, when the streets are deserted, millions are being wiped out, and yet a small, wealthy family in Boston survives in quiet contentment, while Ray and his children are hunted down by any number of armed aliens in some anonymous barnyard basement! Spielberg is a pussy! That's what's wrong. He can't handle anything but a gloriously happy (read: American) ending (With the notable exception of Schindler's List). Minority Report: ruthlessly hunted down, wrongly accused, CUTS OUT HIS OWN EYEBALLS, to then at the end, beat the baddie, reunite with his estranged wife and recover from the traumatic loss of his son and the ensuing drug addiction.
Am I the only one sensing a distressing dichotomy in his films? I hope not. Therefore, even though this blog may never be read by anyone, I propose we boycott Spielberg movies till he grows a dick!
Who's with me? Hear the call, join the march and let me know brothers and sisters, that we will not stand for such mediocre storytelling (there's a whole new WotW post about that coming some other time)! WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!!


Well, here it is. The last word in rambling, open ended blogs. Wishing for a window into the tortured soul of the 9 to 5er? Here it is. The obsessive-compulsive music listening list-o-phile? Look no further. The anti-incumbent political raver? This is your blog. Currently, I am feeling quite passionate about the incoming IR laws the current Howard Liberal (has there ever been a more ironic name for a political party) government are so fond of. You will hear more about them in future postings. Along with my top ten albums of 2005, and maybe even films and songs. And anything else I have time to arrange in order of preference. Hope you enjoy my rantings.