Pomi

Greetings and salutations! I return to the blog. I confess I have been neglecting it slightly. Anyway, on with it!

In Other News today!

1. Book Of The Moment is The Lies Of Locke Lamora. This is a debut, I repeat debut novel of the fantasy/con artist/dastardly evil plot genre by a guy called Scott Lynch, and it was (excuse my french) fucking awesome! I’m so eloquent aren’t I? It’s gripping exciting funny mysterious violent scary and above all else completely hooked me from the first page in! I suggest you look it up, it won’t disappoint. Again if you are morally encompased and do not approve of foul language then don’t bother. You’ll be missing out on a cracking story though!

2. I’m starting to wonder why all the books I’m buying recently have an excess of swearing in them. Hide them on the top shelf!

3. I watched Time Bandits last night and fell in love with all the little dwarf people!! Unhealthy obsession perhaps.

4. Lots of boring blah about uni going OK but a bit stressful and I can’t be bothered to go into it.  

5. We have a shiny new house to move in to for our last university year. The main pro I can see about it is there’s a dodgy looking greasy spoon cafe just around the corner which I can imagine purchasing bacon cobs and tea in unmatching mugs from! Simple pleasures in life. I wouldn’t have it any other way!

6. Pump Festival! I am officially going! Well, I have saved up enough money for my ticket so that’ll do for now heh… I’m looking forward to wearing a ridiculous assortement of clothes that I’d usually get beaten up for wearing in normal circumstances. The oppression of society eh! Can’t even wear a pair of brightly coloured patchwork trousers without being assaulted! Or being called a paedophile clown or something! Lol sorry.

Right then, I’d better skidaddle, as my Dad would say. Work to do! People to see! Distasteful jokes to crack! 

Sayonara

BOOK of the moment is Pilo Family Circus by Will Elliot, deeply depraved and hilarious in more ways than one, a tale of a boy forced to join a very un-ordinary circus to become a very un-ordinary clown. When our hero Jamie dons his white greasepaint he falls victim to JJ, his evil clown alter ego, who gets Jamie into trouble at every oppurtunity. Jamie has to work out a way of escaping the circus but his clown boss, Gonko, the other circus minions and especially JJ himself have different ideas..

Mwahaha… If this sounds like your cup of tea please support the cause and buy a copy. It’s wicked storytelling. Only, if you don’t go for large amounts of profanity and violence then this may not be the book for you!! Personally I thought it was brilliant mate. A piece of sheer joy.

I am feeling unnaturally optimistic that I will be able to finish all my university work on time for my deadlines next week. To put it mildly, I have an awful lot to do. I’m trying to stay calm. I like doing my illustration at the moment but I seem to have other annoying things conflicting in which I am having trouble ignoring. Nothing is fitting together, things are constantly obstructing each other and not lying how they should. So many things! I wish everyone would just fuck off. I wish my course wasn’t so great one second and ultimately shocking the next. So shocking it’s ridiculous. Yes I know lets have all the deadlines in the world within 2 days of each other.

Bolllllocks to it!

Yes it’s that time of the year again, and my how exceptionally wonderfully fantastic was the time I had at the weekend getting muddy, dancing, drinking cider, dancing more, dressing up as a pirate, getting more muddy and eating donuts, oh and seeing some wicked bands! Yay. I love the Pump. It was even better this year as me and my cousin Jess got to meet John ‘Lycra Man’, who parades round the festival every year in an all in one lycra body suit, inciting either amused or sickened expressions from everyone else, as one would expect from seeing a 40-something balding overweight man in lycra.

Now it’s back to boring old shit working and doing nothing exceptional, no weaving in and out of crowds, no splodging in the mud, no dancing to live music…sob. The rest of my year shall be pale in comparison.

ANYway, I’m reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which makes the days a little more exciting. I’m about half way through, hmmm it’s all very interesting. However will it end? I love Harry Potter I can’t believe it’s all finished now! What books will I have to look forward to? I shall have to find more series in which I can pin my hopes and desires upon. Toodle pip! x

Going to a comic book art exhibition in Walsall. Watch this space.

Yesterday’s boredom culminated in back to back episodes of Grey’s Anatomy which near enough made me lose the will to live, although I guess it was sort of fun watching a load of unrealistically attractive interns who seem to have an awful lot of spare time on their hands bounce off each other in a large busy hospital. Games of scrabble, unexploded bombs in body cavities and dates in wards ensue. Oh and I guess a bit of life-saving was done too. And all in a day’s work!

I’m reading Stephen King. I read Misery, that was good. Scary. I decided to read it at night, not a great idea for the ol’ overactive imagination. Crazy fat physco ladies with axes and blowtorches! No ta. Now I’m reading Thinner…it’s not very good. Stephen, I’m disappointed. Maybe he thinks because he’s writing under an alias (Richard Bachman) he can skimp on the quality? Or maybe he just couldn’t be arsed to think of a good story. These are the unanswered questions of life. x

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

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

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.

I feel TERRIBLE! A combination of alcohol, tiredness, illness, neck ache and hip ache (yes, hip ache) have all culminated into ‘I feel like shit’ situation. Spirits wise, I’m fine. My body is having a proper off day though. Time to stop typing, make some comfort food and drown in dvds.

By drown I mean watch.

One more thing though, I bought a new book today, A Darkling Plain by Philip Reeve. I wish I could write well enough to publish a book! That’d be extremely cool.

Naomi’s anecdote of the day would be Read more. Another thought I’ve been having recently is ‘I’m so, so glad I did my A Levels’. For lots of reasons. I’d be a right dumb shit if I hadn’t. Not that you’re dumb if you haven’t done A Levels but they sure as shit helped me, even if I did dislike them at the time.

I know everyone mouths off about how A Levels are wank and too hard and too academic and all that but in the end yes they were difficult and stressful but dammit it made you work hard and learn something. In fact it was probably the most stressed I’ve felt over a long period of time, I’m sure I cried more than once in lessons, especially French. 

After saying all that I’m not judgemental about people who don’t do A levels, they’re not for everyone. If you know they’re not going to do you any good at all then fair enough.

It’s a free country. Apparently

Train of thought over x

I just read this book, right, and it was really good and I enjoyed it etc, but by God I didn’t have a CLUE what was going on by the end. The writer obviously did, but I must have missed the, um, hidden message and the ending was completely meaningless to me! I’m sure I was meant to know what was happening. It’s called A Small Killing by Alan Moore. As I say, it was really good. I was looking forward to the story actually going somewhere I understood but unfortunatly it didn’t lol. Has anybody read it and can help me with my stupid brain??

Anyhoo, Birmingham is sunny today. A welcome prospect. I don’t start til 2pm on a Monday as well, heh heh, so I’ve had a leisurely morning, as you do. True, I do have thoery lectures later. But I think I’m going to end up enjoying them. Apparently we’re doing a case study of South Park somewhere in this module!! Can’t say it aint fun!