Movie Review - Napoleon Dynamite

For one of blog topics we were asked to guest post on someones blog, therefore i will share my opinion on the film "Napoleon Dynamite" on Eileen's Blog.

This film is about a socially awkward high school student from Preston, who lives with his grandmother, his bother Kip, and their pet llama Tina. Napoleon befriends two fellow outcasts, Deb and Pedro, whom decides to run for class president against the commonly stereotypical popular snobby girl that every other teen film has, Summer Wheatley. Napoleon decides to help his new friend in his campaign, while dealing with his bizarre family life at home.

Some of my friends who share the same sense off humor, suggested I watch this. I will never trust their choice of film again. Let me just say, I enjoy offbeat humor, in fact I enjoy the jokes in 90% of films. "Napoleon Dynamite" is far from funny. I was waiting for 96 minutes, which I will never get back, for something funny to happen, or even anything at all to happen and nothing did. The plot (for lack of a better term) and comical dialogue was non awful, had I paid to see this film in the cinema I think I'd have been pretty annoyed afterwards. It baffles me as to how it received such positive recognition. It was simply dull, and to those off you thinking of watching it, I've a better idea. Turn off the television and watch something more interesting, like paint drying, or the grass outside growing. had I paid to see this film in the cinema I think I'd have been pretty annoyed afterwards. If I was on a desert island with a solar powered TV/ DVD and I only had this one DVD I would never watch it again.

Below is a video from YouTube that has a few of the apparently "funnier" quotes. If these are the "funnier" moments you can only imagine what watching the rest of the film was like.


A Form of Journal

This is a form of journal writing which I have used to document the texturing of both my daily thoughts and also how they intermingle with what I do on a daily basis.  If successful I should give an impression not of chronicling of what I do each day, but what I think and see of the world. Hopefully it would have provided a useful platform to gain ideas for my writing. They were daily writing exercises which I didn’t really have any intention of ever showing to people. This one is written in the same style as a lot of these older journals but I have cleaned up the grammar and punctuation for the purpose of the blog. I am now going to also apologize for any sense of self-importance or egotistical mood which I’m aware is present throughout the text, it is the unfortunate result of the arrogant mind which I have yet to level.
 
Clawing at the stagnant desaturation of the room, night tired eyes still adjusting to the day. The tip of my nose is chilled, the bed barely warm. I turn to see “The Harmony of Difference and Sameness” from which the great sage has intimately transmitted1 to me as I take my waking slow2. It is one of those shining examples of contradictory statements which cause the sagely world of mystical thought to have its humbling appeal. The poem has bent and formed many scholars since its creation. Poor seventh century Chinese Chan Buddhist who helped shape the Japanese school of Soto, who was a little known master during his own long life. Next to the chant is a wood carving of a Samurai General, with loose black shoulder length hair obscuring his face from the observer. He looks towards the death poem placed on the mat in front of him. A tando3 gripped in his right hand, the black sheath besides him, and a leopard-like Oni4 with thin darting yellow eyes sitting in the upper left of the print.  I do not know the name of the Samurai, but the carving is done by Yoshitoshi a master of different kind but whose efforts against the decadent modernisation of Japan have not gone unnoticed.
My mind has wandered to long. I must now commit to releasing myself from this sin of comfort. Frist off I must slowly rise off the pillow while kicking quilt until they are just covering my legs. After this there is a mental roll but I actually begin by standing and searching for my house coat. I may eat, but the one thing which always is done is the kettle is switched the moment subsequent to entering the kitchen.

Waiting for the bus there is always the hope that a group of kids who take the bus, will be late and miss it so more people can sit. It hasn’t happened yet. I like the mornings when it has rained throughout the night, the tones of the world get richer, the edges sharpened and become more alert.  From the edge of the bus shelter droplets fall then scatter-hop like a swarm of mites. The hiss of tires spinning on the wet road as the bus pulls up. The doors pull open and in a vulgar rush towards the door the kids push pass.
Then the bus journey and college happen, and how ever others and I feel towards these things is not the goal of this journal, it is not the breakdown of the “I for the other”5.
As I walk home it is always revitalizing despite weather conditions. Each step is made with intention, the unfolding of my thoughts are forthright. For in these moments each act and motion is there to negate the worries which build up throughout a day of social interaction. They also confirm what strengths there are to be learnt from others. On these walks of reflection the day of happenings becomes experience despite the slow learner I tend to be. On one walk I saw an elderly man, who smiled to himself, who swung his walking stick in front of him in a rhythmic pattern. He was walking at his own pace, that pace was truly his own and he did what he pleased with it. I on the other hand who is still young feel an urgency to go home, to begin things even if those things are yet undecided. But this man does not have this urgency in fact he most likely left home in earnestness because he has grasped something which belongs to him, his pace.
As I close the door behind me, generally the first thing which hits me is whatever odours are in the kitchen. Sometimes they are of the bin needing to be taken out, sometimes it’s the smell of breakfast or lunch, of cigarette smoke or citrusy cleaning products. Really the only days I notice nothing, I tend to move past the kitchen almost without taking any of it in. I prepare food which is frozen or the just add water sort of food. This is normally a highlight, because in the preparing it is me who is doing it, in the eating it is me who is eating what I myself prepared. It is a satisfying part of daily life. What makes it more so is there is no fear that somebody else won’t enjoy it, so all pressures of external judgment are removed. While eating I tend to either watch TV or read something. I like reading short poems because I can glance down while eating and try to figure them out.
The day continues with pacing and some confused thinking. These thoughts normally drift towards an ultimate of some kind and seeing myself in relationship to it. Two hours before bed I read and write something like this. The day comes to a close at twelve. 
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1. Drawn from “Sandokai” written by Shitou Xiqian(700-790), the translation referenced is from the online source www.sacred-texts.com               
2. Drawn from the poem “The Waking” by Theodore Roethke. Originally published 1953, in the collection of the same name published by Doubleday.
3. Samurai short sword used in ritual suicide.    
4. Japanese Demon, the origins of the word comes from to hid or conceal.


5. Philosophical term for a three part model of the psyche coined by the Russian philosopher Mikhail Bakhtin(1895 – 1975).

What I've Learned

For our last blog topic we have been asked to write about what we have learned while writing on this blog for the last few months so that is what this post is all about!

 I have thought about this for awhile trying to think what I actually have learned from this experience and it was a lot harder to think of than I initially thought. From maintaining a blog for the past few months I've found it is a lot harder than it looks, coming up with posts on new topics each week is not an easy task. Blogging was never something I have been interested in, so having this to do as part of my course was quite a challenge. I now understand why people write blogs, it's a way to express your thoughts to the world or find people interested in similar things as you, it can provide entertainment for others in turn that can make the blogger feel better, or for a business or company to communicate and receive feedback to their customers. They have proven to be more useful than I initially thought they would be.

Although, being a blogger is not something I have interest in I found it challenging and although I like a challenge this I also found that I have no interest in it, I never have liked English throughout school and things certainly haven't changed. Although this isn't for me I would encourage anyone thinking about setting up a blog to try it they might find that it's something they could love doing, but you must always be careful with what you post on the internet, something I have learned from this is how little people realise how unsafe internet can be, because once it's posted online it's permanent even if you delete it, so be safe and don't be sorry!
-Goodbye
                                             

Game Review

For one of our blog topics we were given the option to pick our own topic, for this I have chosen to write about a game I recently bought and love so far. This game in Fallout: New Vegas. Although this game was released back in 2008 and it never crossed my mind to pick it up then as it never seemed like a game I would enjoy, luckily because of the waiting there is now a Game of the Year Edition with every expansion to the game available and well worth the price.

 A little background on the game is, Fallout: New Vegas is a post-apocalyptic RPG it is set in the year 2281 in New Vegas (Las Vegas). It has been divided up between different factions, each one competing for control of the land with different groups rivalling with each other. You are a courier with the job of delivering a package to New Vegas but you are robbed and left for dead only to be rescued by a robot. From here you decide who your character is, what skills, traits etc. you possess. After this it is the player's decision. You decide who you support, where you go and what events occur from the decisions you make. In the game you are faced with many decisions each with different consequences, without giving away any spoilers to this game!

This game is not a very long game, maybe seven hours in total to complete the main quest, but with all the extras thrown in there is hours of entertainment with all the exploration you can do across the map and the great deal of optional quests you'll be kept busy. I would highly recommend this game to anyone; it's a good game that you should figure out for yourself!