Merry Christmas

"... and in through the darkness, Jesus came silently and sat down beside me, and with his warming glow he held my hand, saying nothing but comforting me nonetheless." - Anon.

Merry Christmas everyone. Remember the meaning of the day.

God Bless you all.

bobbikk

www.OwMyEars.com

As many of you may have noticed, I review whatever I listen to, read or watch on here. Well, that is going to stop (I hear many of you jumping for joy, the sound of thumping feet rings heavy through my heart).

I'm not going to stop reviewing, however. Dear Lord no! I'm just going to be doing it for a new website which was set up by me and my friend the DivineOmega (yes, the on e with the website that is linked to on the sidebar. Nothing gets past you, does it?). So, if you enjoy the reviews, or want to write your own and tell me I'm completely wrong, then come along to www.OwMyEars.com and read and review. Everyone's welcome and it's a reviewing site that allows you to do the reviewing, so have your say!

Bobbikk

Christmas, Carpets and Commentary

What does Christmas make you think? All that tinsel, the Christmas songs, the mince pies, the religious message, the presents? Does all this convey to your mind the idea:

"I really really want to buy a rug!"

Because, according to a man in a Santa costume wearing sandwich board with some 'witty' Christmas slogans, that's what it should say to you. Obviously rugs are the in gift this year, anyone who's anyone will have rudolf the red nose reindeer carpet apparel on their floor beside the fire. Heck, I know I do!

Also, I've bought the first series of the Mighty Boosh on DVD with recommendation of a friend. So far I'm a little confused but get the general feeling that it's quite good. However, I was absolutely pissing myself when I saw the 'black frost' arrive in the episode 'Tundra'. I think it's great how it has a complete style of it's own though, especially the incorperation of music into the show. I'm planning to be sad and watch all the episodes through once and then watch them again with commentary.

Bobbikk

Interactive, You Say?

A new scourge has hit our culture. Friends, we must take up arms against this threat as it washes wave upon wave onto our television screens. We cannot allow this evil to day after day invade our retinas and burn it's image onto our retinas. In short, what I'm trying to day is:

"Who the hell thought it was a good idea to make hundreds upon thousands of incredibly tacky interactive TV games?"

Seriously, who buys this shit? A Little Britain DVD game? Really? Oh, I got a question right and it says 'bitty' and when I get it wrong it says 'what a kerfuffle!' This is so amazing I think I'll play with it for the rest of my life! It's just so brilliant and... *bing* oh, wait... no the novelty has just worn off. And I've answered all of the 15 possible questions in the game. Damn. Oh well, I'll just move on to the next one of the thousands. Bullseye, is it?

Please, I know I plead a lot to companies to stop making things that annoy me, but well, please stop it. This is crap. If you can't see that this is crap, then you don't deserve to have money to buy these things. Even as presents... oh crap, I'm going to get one of these for Christmas aren't I?

Bobbikk

**UPDATE**: I went Christmas shopping today. They were EVERYWHERE. Vernon Kay has one for Family Fortunes. Frankie Dettori has one based on sports. There's one for 'You Say, We Pay'. C'mon, what fun is watching Richard Madley go 'umm... errrrr...ummm' and Judy sit there like a rabbit in headlights, if you don't win any money as compensation at the end of it? Right, now imagine that it isn't those two sitting there, but your mates saying 'can we stop playing this crap yet?' and looking impatient. Fun, eh?

Beware of the Dog!

Someone must have really pissed Jamelia off. Someone in Depeche Mode.

Have you heard this travesty? She must have had something awful happen to her to do something like that to a song. Especially a song that is loved by tons of people. It's an anthem to many of disgruntled then-youths-now-probably-thirty-somethings. I hope that her anger is justified.

See at first I thought it was just another bad cover, knicking an awesome baseline to add some shine to what is otherwise a pile of shit. Then she did this: "Reach out and touch faith" the best line in the whole original song became "reach out and touch me".

WHO WOULD WANT TO!? Everyone saw your bloody boobs in the run up to the Eurovision, which you LOST anyway.

'Beware of the Dog', indeed. She might just ruin your songs if you annoy her enough.

Bobbikk

**EDIT** As someone who obviously knows the Eurovision much better than I, has pointed out, it was Javene who entered the Eurovision song contest, NOT Jamelia. However. Jamelia is, in my opinion, still an ugly dog who ruins songs, so the point still stands. Don't look at me like that, IT DOES.

You Ruined Christmas.

I really should update this thing more often. However, there hasn't been much to talk about lately. I've not read any books, listened to many new CDs (I bought Beck's 'Sea Change' which is a complete sea-change in direction for him, being more mellow and country than sampled and hip-hop. It's good though. Somehow manages to keep making its way into my CD player.) or watched any films. (Although I did watch Dead Poets Society. I'm not sure, but I don't think I liked it. Direct all hate-mail for this and other reviews to you_know_nothing@bobbikk.co.uk) So yes, I've been boring and done a lot of work instead. Ok, that's a lie, I've just been very boring.

Anyway, it's coming up to Christmas and like many, at the start of December I decided to try and bring a bit of the Christmas spirit into my life. I went out, and bought decorations for my room (which I haven't put up yet) and my flatmate bought us a tree for our front room (Johnny Depp is the angel on the top. What? Don't give me that look...) and finally I decided to indulge my sweet tooth and buy myself an advent calendar (preferably Johnny Depp themed. No, really stop looking at me like that now).

Except, no advent calendar hands upon my wall. In the 8 days of advent that have passed up 'til now not one piece of crappy probably-dropped-on-the-factory-floor chocolate that somehow always turns that ever so slightly disgusting white colour at the edges, has been removed from the easily breakable yet sometimes almost impenetrable cardboard doors of an overpriced cardboard box. No picture behind said chocolate has been revealed to make me say "A picture of a ninja*! Wait. What the hell has that got to do with Christmas?" before ranting about this little slice of ignorance and sacrilege to everyone I meet for the next week. As well as posting it on this blog (seriously, check my old blog, there's one on there from last year.)

I am not happy. I was one day late for buying it. ONE. I'm sorry that I couldn't get to the shops before the first of December, but that obviously means that I cannot spend an extortionate piece of tat, that sad as I am to admit it makes me just that little bit more happy. Why don't all the shops in town just put a giant sign above their doors saying 'WE DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY, WE'LL JUST TAKE YOUR DREAMS INSTEAD!"

What has this world come to when a grown man cannot buy himself an advent calendar to satisfy his childish whims just because he was a day late? Oh well, I guess at least this way I'm non-conformist and cool. I'm still a little dead inside though.

Bobbikk

(*Geeky though this may be, in the pirates vs. ninja's debate, I side firmly with the pirates. Just thought I'd clear that up for you.)