What would I do with something valuable?

Firstly I would like to wish the rather excellently odd Kelly a rather belated Happy Birthday!!

Recently I was bought a book called 100 Great Irish Jokes, to which the following joke was published:
Kelly (Kelly as in man Kelly, as in not this Kelly. Yes.) was having trouble telling his two horses apart until one day he realised the white horse was two hands taller than the black horse.

Took me quite awhile to figure out but ey! Happy Birthday Kelly! Hope the world of 16 is treating you well.

As for me, yesterday I saw the very beautiful 'L'heure d'ete '(Summer Hours) which I thought was fantastic documentation of life, if not a little slow for the most. I mean theres not this happy ending, it doesn't really end but life doesn't basically. Its like Once, no strict ending, just the thought of whats to come. I enjoyed it greatly and thought the art featured in the film was beautiful and the ending, especially the accompanying track was very moving. I highly recommend it, especially for the house keeper, Eloise! She steals the show for me!

And today (I do honestly do things, like work, but films are so great, I just try and fit as many as I can in. Its that whole idea of being immersed in someone elses life, its like facebook but actually cultured), I saw 'Let The Right One In'. The movie, filmed in Stockholm, was utterly disturbing. Which may have been the point, I guess Not necessarily the whole vampire, blood, 'heads will roll' (and they do, indeed, they do), that was disturbing, but not in the same sense as the psychology behind it and all the hidden, unsaid things. There are points in the film where your gripping your seat, or the poor person next to you, making high pitched whining noises. Its very, very scary, yet some how remaining innocent, there's such an innocence to the children in the film despite the very adult situations that surround them. I don't quite know what to think of it. I do suggest seeing it, though. Perhaps I shall form a judgment after I have stopped looking over my shoulder and clutching my throat, and looking in trees. Which shall hopefully be soon. Stunning cinematography though, a photograph in every frame and Eli's eyes were enormous, she did look supernatural in some sense or another.
Rather looking forward to the release of ' The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus', the last film starring Heath Ledger. The following movie still depicts the very beautiful Lily Cole in a very pretty wig. Shes a ginger by the way. I wonder if she gets abused on the street.

To explain, one day, in the not too distant past, walking down the street at 9 in the morning I noticed a skin head, in full gear, Docs, tartan shirt, rolled up jeans and braces following me. Thinking it to just be coincidence I turned into Myers to be greeted by his lovely comment of 'you belong in a zoo'. To which I laughed. Stupidly. Or maybe bravely. Yes, I think I will accept that. Its a serious issue. People need to know. Gingers are people too.

Listening to 'Left for Dead' by Mum Smokes at the moment which is a bit of jittery rock with eerie undertones, quite cool. Also, check out 'Streamers' by Umpire, both of which are available for free download on the triple j website. Possibly one of my favorite songs of this month is 'Le Marin' by Babet, good stuff.

Have a good weekend.

Martha

Another amazing poem from the unknown depths of Kelly, namely "Martha"

"Martha made her hair

Two tiny pig tails

When she’d shake her head

They’d wiggle waggle, without fail

Martha was prone to walks

Like them very much

She would look at all the things

And couldn’t help but touch

Martha’s fingers would trail along

Passing smoothly from brick wall to gate

Her fingers would slide along her old friends

And get scolded if they were late.

Martha’s walks were ones to see

They delighted all the senses

From her smelling the neighbour’s dinner

To hearing the creaking of old fences

Martha may see many people

But not a word would pass

The feeling too fragile

Mush more fragile than grass

Martha loved to wonder

And at the same time she would think

But the time never came

When she was on the brink

Martha had lovely friends

Settled, happy, carefree

They all had the deepest insight

But none of them could see

Martha would talk

Have wonderfully intelligent debates

But although her friends were lovely

None of them were great

Martha didn’t love them

Not one way or the other

If anything were to happen to her

All they would do is dither dather

Martha didn’t mind

She didn’t really care

She never really got people

She only liked their hair

Martha thought of her real friends

The ones she loved

She thought of how terrible it would be

If her hands were to be gloved

Martha’s fingers fell that day

Fell straight off a wall

But they got back up with their friends

And regained their composure after their fall"

I do greatly love the third stanza. Look forward to your next fix.

The Kelly Experiment

From my dearly loved friend Kelly, you shall see more from her soon. It can be like a weekly feature due to her amazing ability to rhyme most things in an amazing manner, which is truly, amazing! (I do not possess her way with words, as obvious)

So on Turtle talked
saying this and that
talking for ages
about that old cat

It had quite an eye
from what i could hear
for art and what not
art was always near

It was quite quiet
but had very loud hair
had many friends as well
including the town mayor