Pomi

Went to see Big D and the Kid’s Table in Derby on Wednesday, they were most awesome

Last night I went to Frag’s house for a massively huge house party to celebrate the 18th birthing day of said friend, cue lots of alcohol and laughs to be had it wer well good innit!

Currently I am enjoying the comforts of home such as TV, sofas and food other than pasta. 

YESTERDAY I experienced possibly the worst journey from Birmingham to Ambergate EVER. I say this with no exaggeration, everything just went tits up from the off. First of all I left my flat too late. This was the catalyst. The bus I got on seemed to stop at EVERY stop and red light, I was getting so stressed out that I forgot to breathe properly temporarily, then remembered that I should really be taking a deep breath. So I did. Right, then I got off the bus and LEGGED IT to the station,

Run Naomi Run!!! 

Unfortunatly this did not help. I ran and I ran and I got to the platform and - NO the God Damn train was literally just pulling away. I BLEED!!! I was pissed off, as were several other people who aspired to catch said train and failed miserably like myself.

No matter though, there was another train arriving in about 20 minutes and I might be able to still get my connection, I thought. I sat down to calm the fuck down, as I was a bit angry. It was then that I noticed this funny smell. The source of this smell as I soon discovered was my pasta lunch that had spilled into my bag due to running too much. There was tuna all over my stuff. For the love of God! There was tuna on my keys, my books, my Total Film and embedded in my phone. After clearing up most of the mess as well I could without any tissue, I realised my phone had fucked up with all the tuna juice all over it. This added to my fateful predicament. 

To cut it short, I finally got to Derby and the train to Ambergate had been bleeding cancelled. I thought nothing else could go wrong! I was clearly most mistaken. And the reason why it was cancelled? There was no GUARD to whistle it off. NO GUARD. No guards in the entire station apparently. What the FUCK is all I can say to that. 

So I had to walk half way across the world to get a bus that cost me extra.

Finally got home. After walking up the mountain that is Newbridge Road.

BUT DON’T GET ME WRONG! I’m not annoyed now. Just a bit cold, this house is like the fucking arctic!!! Nah I’m good. safe

I’m going to go now, to construct a letter bomb to send to Central Trains for messing up my journey and not employing enough guards.

Sayonara!

Hello. And welcome to another blog, courtesy of the literally concise vocabularic wit of Pomi, Inc.

Is vocabularic even a word?

Anyway. Today’s hot topics are comics. Lots of. Me and Ev went on a comic spree, the best kind of spree of course, and I managed to justify the purchase of £16.50’s worth of pure comic joy. That’s quite a lot of money for me. I’m a thrifty person, you know. It was all good material though, with Sin City: That Yellow Bastard closely followed by some random Batman issues that looked interesting and indeed one of them had wicked artwork. Awesome, like.

After that, my passion for eBay re-ignited and I bought some wicked films, including The Machinist and American Pyscho. Christian Bale innit. He’s a dude. Also got Kiss Kiss Bang Bang for a singular pound! Neat.

In other news, I hate the person who wrote the theory brief for my course. They need their head setting on fire or something similarly unnessecary, because they gave us practical work to do in a theory module. Like, DUH…………………

What really does my shed in is the fact that I’ve wrote the essay part really ok, but overall I’m going to recieve a shitty mark because I can’t be arsed with the practical part. 

BOOM!

In your next installment I will bother to write something about Sin City and how wicked it is. And about how Frank Miller is obviously obsessed with naked women and guns. 

Sayonara  x

I’m pleased and somewhat surprised to report that Science Of Sleep has overtaken Pan’s Labyrinth in the ‘most strangest film I’ve seen this year’ stakes! We managed to catch the single showing last night at the crappy Odeon. Single! Only! One! And to add insult to injury there was a grand total of 6 people watching it.

Yo. Today was a joyous day indeed as I went into Asda and there, staring up at me from the shelf, was the brand spanking new issue of Total Film, woo frickity hoo! Of course it was the best film mag on the row, pffft how can you compare it to any other? And to cement my admiration even more, it looked to be a killer of an issue, with a free Star Wars on-set photography book. Yes, I am that much excited by that.

A quick note: if you’re ever going to buy a film magazine, buy Total Film. You’ll not be disappointed!

On the cards today is more thoughts about Batman, obviously, and the technicalities of an SLR I have been trying to work, I think I’ve finally got the hang of it. Difficult when you first start messing around with the apertures and shit like that.

I’m in love with film. I think, if I wasn’t an artist, I think I’d be a film critic, or a journalist, or a script writer, or a director. If anyone ever wants to go to the cinema, I’ll come! As long as it’s not a worthless thing like Epic Movie or something lol..

Well I’m pretty sleepy now so I’ll say bye, Sayonara x

Comments always appreciated, lets me know my life isn’t in vain..

This week has once again proved to be rather interesting in the film and book categories (my two favourite catergories of course).

Took a little trip to the old cinema last night to see 28 Weeks Later. I thought - won’t be scary. I’ve seen the first one a million times and that was just plain old good. A bit scary I guess, but the awesomeness outweighed the scariness. ANYway, the first ten minutes of the sequel was so fucking scary I was gripping the fucking arms of my seat with my mouth slightly ajar in horror, I wish someone could have seen my face ha ha ha, wasn’t expecting the beginning at all. So yes, the start was promising. But then they had to go and spoil it with a plot…sigh. And Americans. Although I do have nothing against our trigger happy western neighbours, they did lower the tone slightly (”I’m gettin’ the fuck OUTTA here!!” etc). It didn’t feel like a brit flick which is why I think the first one had a certain charm, never mind that wasn’t too important. The rest of the film was pretty ok, I did enjoy it until the end…it was a bad ending. I suppose it must have been difficult for the writer to work out what would happen in the end, after the first one ended so well. Unfortunately some egit fucked it right up and the whole thing ended on a bum note. My opinion of course. ALSO the fatal error of casting two children in the main roles was made, cue forced acting. Boo.

BUT! Worry not. It’s worth going to see, there’s some good blood soaked moments. And Robert Carlyle in a zombie film?? Unmissable mate. I’d give it.. 6 or maybe 7/10. Go see!

Yesterday I bought a Batman graphic novel, yes I am that much of a geek. It is by Frank Miller though. I wouldn’t just buy any old Batman comic. Haven’t finished yet but it’s reading well! I also read Blankets, a huge doorstop of a graphic novel, but worth it I guess.

Fun times in Pomi world, sayonara

For some reason I’ve only just got round to watching it. I wish I’d seen it at the cinema, God darn! I never thought of Batman as scary but he was a fuckin badass!!! Man. I don’t care if he’s a good guy or whatever, I still wouldn’t like to meet him down a dark alley… Or maybe I would?? Lol..

In any case, twas dead good, I like my action films, don’t we all know it. And to make everything 10 times better, another Batman is being filmed RIGHT NOW, due out next summer folks. We still got our lovely Christian Bale as the batty boy, and Chris Nolan is still directing. It’s gonna be the biznitch, especially since Katie Holmes IS NOT IN IT. She was crap. Instead we have the wonderfully sophisticated Maggie Gyllenhaal, playing the same person as Katie Holmes did I believe.

Whilst waiting for that, I’m going to read The Dark Knight Returns sometime soon, by Frank Miller, looks like a good badass Batman yarn. Jolly dee!

I also watched American Pyscho the other day, hah it was so funny?!? It was a black comedy and a serial killer film allllll rolled into one, it was special. Christian Bale again, ah he’s so cool! Lolz.

That about rounds up all the film thoughts for now, no doubt more will be on the way.

Sayonara

Very good, except we had to sit on the front row cos the cinema was so full! This led to slight feelings of nausea during the vertigo-inducing action sequences and sniggers at the actor’s huge faces, in particular Tobey Maguire’s chin, which I never realised was so double-fied.

Anyhoo, I rather enjoyed it. Venom was scary, Peter Parker was a nerd, Aunt May was an oldey, etc. Actually Peter Parker went EMO for a while, as shown by black hair and eyeliner, yes eyeliner folks, he looked better. Hot, one might say. Then he went nerdy again. Oh well. I know which Peter Parker I’d do..

Enough of that. This weekend I am away from Birmingham in the peace and quiet of Derbyshire, joy. Cue BBQ and lots of alcohol, always a good thing. 

I resent Birmingham at the moment. It’s gay.

X

There’s been some good shit cracking off recently. I read Dune, The Children Of Men and Clay, they were all very excellent. I thought Children of Men was going to be real difficult to read or too full of politics, but I had obviously misjudged it and it was a good mix of suspense, action and moral stuff. And a bit of politics, which is ok.

Clay is a kid’s book by one of my favourite authors David Almond (he wrote Skellig and Kits Wilderness). His style of writing is kinda magical, I like it. Read Heaven Eyes! It doesn’t make sense but it’s great. Then there was Dune, that started off a bit odd but in the end it was a wicked concept, especially how the thingys oh yeah the Fremen rode the sandworms, that was funky. Kinda old fashioned style of writing but nevertheless a good tale.

I’m trying to work my way through some of the so called ‘classic’ novels, not Jane Austen or owt but like I want to read 1984, and I’ve just started reading One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich, apparently it was very famous when it was written. So yes. And of course I have purchased a copy of Lady Friday by Garth Nix, continuing the series! I wish I knew someone who knows what I’m on about. No one reads much I don’t think.

Last week I did not see one but two great films at the ol’ multiplex, The Lives of Others and Sunshine. Danny Boyle, what a fucking wicked director. He’s well good. Watch Sunshine and you’ll understand, the last hmmm 20 minutes or so are the fuckin biznitch mate.

And thus we move onto the last topic of the day, artistic revelations as experienced by myself on Friday morning last week. To cut a long story short, I looked at my final piece from my last project and was ultimately shocked to discover that it was not the sort of work I would ever want to do EVER. AGAIN. It was shit. It wasn’t me one tiny little bit. I couldn’t see my style in it. Where did my style go? Did I ever have one? It’s amazing but I had completely abandoned the style in which I work and I hadn’t even noticed. For nearly a year. What the hell. I realised that I was a fine artist at heart. With illustrative tendencies! That may not make any sense, let me sum it up: It’s all good! I’m gonna revisit all my paints and charcoals and chalks and do it my style baby, no more shitty little illustrations. It’s expression and colour from now on.

Well with all of that (sort of) cleared up, I think I shall sign off. Oh one more thing. Hi Tim, I know you’ll at least read this. I’ve still got your shoes safe here. I think I’m gonna go make a banner to advertise my blog on myspace. Sayonara.