Here’s the thing: I’m a bit of a nerd. I like fantasy 
and sci-fi books and movies. Here’s another thing: I like fantasy books more than I like fantasy movies but I like sci-fi movies more than I like sci-fi books.
Entertainment
Rihanna started out as a fresh faced young girl from Barbados 
singing about dancing and having fun. Then she turned into an umbrella wielding temptress and followed it up with a stint dressing as a ho. Does that sound unfair? Does it sound as though I am courting libel? Have you seen the woman lately?
The last requests by someone are usually fairly tame 
and can involve some fairly typical needs. However, this is not always been the way . As you should know, certain people have strange and odd wants and needs in life and after life it seems also.
Leon Schuster is something of an institution in 
South Africa. Whether this is a good thing is debatable but it’s difficult to argue with box office sales. Mr Bones and Mr Bones 2 are the biggest South African box office winners. According to Wikipedia, only Titanic made more money. I’m not sure what this says about South African audiences. I feel like there is a lesson here, but I can’t figure out what, at least not without alienating legions of people.
Reality TV is just about the most ridiculous trend to come out of the 
States; with some exceptions. Big Brother is horrific, Survivor retarded and Idols a waste of time. Masterchef (Britain and Australia) is cool, Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares is entertaining and I can’t think of anything else watchable, except Come Dine with Me because the people are just so weird. The pattern, if you’re paying attention, is that the acceptable shows are not American. Why? Because people in the States will watch anything.
Just Cringer nabbed from The South African, it was that good.
There are few things in life as satisfying as watching someone else f*&k up royally (well, when you’re not cringing in embarrassment for them). It’s even more satisfying when that person is a public figure and the f*&k up was at a very public event. I give you poor Ard Matthews, the lead singer of SA band Just Jinjer, which also used to be Just Jinger (which proves that we really need spelling in school). Matthews made headlines on every single national paper this week when he forgot the words to the South African national anthem, which he was supposed to sing at the announcement of South Africa’s rugby world cup squad.
I like weirdness. I like weird people. There is, however, a difference between being pleasantly weird and a dyed-in-the-wool freak, like Tom Cruise, Mel Gibson and Charlie Sheen.
(For the record, Helena Bonham Carter is pleasantly weird.)
The definition of freak
Hypocrisy is fascinating. The manner in which people can house two completely opposing views without any sign of distress or any acknowledgement of conflict never ceases to amaze me. It’s everywhere: in the racist church-goers who pay lip-service to loving their fellow man; in the fat cat politicians who stand for the poor people; in the horror at sweatshops and the continuing support of Nike; and in the explicit glamourisation of lesbianism and the equally explicit segregation of homosexuality on film and TV.
I have a question. It’s not a burning question. It’s not the kind of question that will alter the world. But I have a question all the same.
Has Hollywood run out of creativity?
Audre Lorde said that there are no new ideas, only new ways of making them felt. He said it a very long time ago. It’s a depressing thought. It’s depressing in a soul-crushing, wrist-chewing, crawl-under-a-rock kind of way.
I’m a bibliophile and I’m not afraid to admit it. I love books. I’m addicted to books. I have six book cases at home and they’re all full. Most of them come from used book stores. This is because I love used book stores. I love their cramped nature, I love being surrounded by books that have been read and loved and hated and happily shared and just as happily cast away. It’s also because they’re cheap.