Wednesday, February 07, 2007

I saw Donny Darko

I saw Donny Darko over the weekend...

What an intriguing film... I mean, apart from not really making any sense plot wise it's a really nice portrayal of teenage life...

My review: Highly ambitious but lacking in message... a bit like looking at the mona lisa... you know it's meant to be significant, there's something to it, but you can't help thinking that it's just a painting of a woman looking directly at camera. Anyway, if nothing, I recommend you see it... Like the UN and world peace, you want to believe in it, you want it to work. At the same time, you know something just isn't quite right, but you'd rather look at the screen and say "cool" and believe in it than acknowledge the fact that it's all utterly confusing.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Anna begins...


Everyone please welcome my neice ANNA PIGOTT to the blog.

She was chairing the local land care meeting in Berry and managed to take the opportunity to model the latest headware.

I think she will be a swimmer. Look at those flippers!

Go Anna, It's your Birthday, We got the Deathstar, It's your Birthday, We got the Deathstar. (Big shout out to Andrew J)

Monday, February 05, 2007

Why you should always comb the back of your head...


The Secretary-General of the UN recently came to visit the ICTY and addressed some of the staff in the foyer on his way out to the limo... I managed to get a pretty good possie for the press photos. Let's face it... this photo is all about me. I couldn't have made Ban Ki Moon any more insignificant in this photo if I tried. (Ok, everyone. Smile- No-... No. Mr Ban Ki Moon, maybe if you just turn around so we can't see your face... yeah... that's better... yeah... yeah... bit more.. yeah... bit further... perfect.)

Like the curse of the new Australian cricket captian, who for the first year of his captaincy will, regardless of his performance have countless articles written about him which generally amount to "yeah he's alright, but he's no Steve Waugh" (previous incumbant), the moon-meister was subject to some rampant "he's no Kofi" comments amongst the interns. However, I think, considering he'd already visited and had talks with the International Criminal Court and all its judges, the International Court of Justice and all its judges, the ICTY and all its judges (not to mention Carla Del Ponte) and it was only 10:30am... he was doing ok.

Sorry for the lack of posts... but to be honest... there's been a lack of posting by you guys as well so i figure unless you pick up your game I'm really only keeping an online journal of my life that some 13 year old american kid in wyoming who makes a spelling mistake whilst trying to search "Fender" is going to chance across.

Your sooky little boy,

Jamesy Wamesy no friends blamesy.