Nitehork's Thoughts and Rubbish

Once upon a time, there was this magical kingdom that actually put some effort into at least looking like they cared about producing pieces of art and integrity. They actually seemed to care about the produce they were making for people. 
But, then, somewhere along the line, a spectre of greed took over the spirit of appearance and taste. This kingdom has lost its sheen of magic and air of fantasy. The smell and reek of money and sex seems to be the ruling power of the kingdom of Hollywood in this modern age. A sequel to this movie is driven purely by the mighty dollar sign. The original Matheson story hasn't been followed in any of the versions of I Am Legend that's been producedt, but at least they didn't display the obvious greed that would have the makers producing a sequel. 
Get this into your heads, Hollywood. Sometimes, in most cases actually, a sequel is not necessary. And certainly not necessary as high as number four or five or six or seven. It's just the beating of the proverbial dead horse well past its time.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH just read that there is going to be a remake (or, as they are calling it, a reboot) of the Highlander movie. I find myself asking in real big letters, WHY?
That is one movie that should never be remade. That first Highlander movie was brilliant.
Is Hollywood so friggin bereft of new ideas that they have to resort to things that have been done before? Spawn is getting a remake. So is Daredevil, Fletch, Suspicion, Romancing the Stone, Robocop, Meatballs, Honey I Shrunk the Kids, F/X, Drop Dead Fred, An American Werewolf in London, Poltergeist, Escape From New York, The Birds, Pet Sematary, The NeverEnding Story, Westworld, The Black Hole, Short Circuit, Overboard, Judge Dredd, The Crow, The Birds to name just a few. There are many more in the works, or just in the planning stages. What scares me, being a big fan of classics from the forties, and earlier, is the fact that there are at least two Hitchcock movies in that list.

Labels: Movies, Reboot, WTF

Was in the city this morning, and I was struck by how few bookstores there are in Perth city now. Borders has gone, the two A&Rs are now gone, one of the Elizabeth's has gone. There is now only three new release bookstores in the CBD of Perth. Sucks, and is almost disheartening, when you think that reading paper books is a dying activity. Yes, it's cool to have three or four hundred books in your pocket, but nothing beats the feel and smell of a real book in one's hands whilst reading.

For the first time in months we figured we’d give Rifo’s in Vic Park a try, after saying we wouldn’t go back again. Six months ago or so we had such a bad caesar salad, and the service was quite sub-par, that we had decided to not bother going back again. Well, today, for a little bit of lunch, we decided to give them another try.

Mistake. First off the table we were going to sit at was quite grotty, badly in need of a wipe. We told the server girl about the table and she agreed, going off to attend to it. Wrong. We moved over to another table, one where it’s easy to see what’s going on behind the counter, to see her at the counter, doing something or other with a pen and paper (apparently forgetting about the table wiping).

We both ordered Chicken-burgers (or, as they call them, Chicken ChaCha). The burgers were only just passable, the only thing saving it from failing was the chicken breast being real chicken, not a pattie. The lettuce was definitely not fresh, wilted, and a bit gritty. Only got three little pieces of onion, two little slices of tomato. The avocado was barely a smidge, more like a thin spread of vegemite than anything else, definitely not an actual piece. The wedges were ok, I guess. Just SMALL, barely two inches in length.

Being seated in a spot where one can see what’s happening behind the counter is a good thing, in my opinion. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen one of the server-girls move a cake slice from the platter onto a plate with her fingers. I would’ve thought that was a BIG no-no. If not to anyone else, it was to me and my other half.

Later on, as we were finishing our burgers, the same girl that did the trick with the cake finished her shift. How she left was a HUGE no-no in my opinion. She left on her bicycle, riding out the front door.

Don’t think we will be going back there again.

For the first time in months we figured we’d give Rifo’s in Vic Park a try, after saying we wouldn’t go back again. Six months ago or so we had such a bad caesar salad, and the service was quite sub-par, that we had decided to not bother going back again. Well, today, for a little bit of lunch, we decided to give them another try.

Mistake. First off the table we were going to sit at was quite grotty, badly in need of a wipe. We told the server girl about the table and she agreed, going off to attend to it. Wrong. We moved over to another table, one where it’s easy to see what’s going on behind the counter, to see her at the counter, doing something or other with a pen and paper (apparently forgetting about the table wiping).

We both ordered Chicken-burgers (or, as they call them, Chicken ChaCha). The burgers were only just passable, the only thing saving it from failing was the chicken breast being real chicken, not a pattie. The lettuce was definitely not fresh, wilted, and a bit gritty. Only got three little pieces of onion, two little slices of tomato. The avocado was barely a smidge, more like a thin spread of vegemite than anything else, definitely not an actual piece. The wedges were ok, I guess. Just SMALL, barely two inches in length.

Being seated in a spot where one can see what’s happening behind the counter is a good thing, in my opinion. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen one of the server-girls move a cake slice from the platter onto a plate with her fingers. I would’ve thought that was a BIG no-no. If not to anyone else, it was to me and my other half.

Later on, as we were finishing our burgers, the same girl that did the trick with the cake finished her shift. How she left was a HUGE no-no in my opinion. She left on her bicycle, riding out the front door.

Don’t think we will be going back there again.

First time in several years I've taken a look at this blog. After racking my brain and about a dozen attempts at logging in, I finally remembered the correct password to get in here. Sheesh, getting old. From now on I'll be posting something here every few days, once a week at least.

I was sitting here with a couple minutes to spare at my work and i decided to take a look at my blog. I had a heart attack at how long it's been since I came in here and added something. Not that I expect anyone to actually read this, but I will be adding something of actual substance in the next few days. My thoughts and ideas of my new job and general crap that's happened to me over the past year, movies I've seen, books I've read and such. See ya in a couple.

First post in months and it's gonna be not really a good one. Ah, what the hell, may as well say what I truly think I fugure.

My Girlfriend and I went to a cafe/ restaurant in Victoria Park this morning for a brunch. They seated us nicely and brought a water without being asked. That was all cool and okay. Then I noticed that my glass had some marks on the rim. Okay i didn't say anything to the girl that had brought the water, I used my napkin to clear the rim. I figured it was nothing.

It was while awaiting someone to come and take our order that we noticed the staff were all pretty glum and depressed looking, most of them looking as though they didn't want to be there, with one girl in particular looking expressly glum. One mark against the place. Then it seemed to take forever for someone to come and take our order, or a lot longer than was necesary we thought. Another mark.

The time it took to prepare and bring our food out to us wasn't longer or shorter than any other place really, so no comment on that.

My girlfriend ordered a toasted chicken foccacia, while I ordered a 'Farrell's' burger. Looking at it as it was being placed on the table, I thought the foccacia looked a little sparse on content as well as the salad on the side. I could tell, by her face, that my girlfriend wasn't exactly impressed by what was placed in front of her. Her foccacia consisted of a toasted foccacia roll, some sliced cucumber, a slice of cheese, some feta cheese, and not a great deal of chicken. Another mark against. The side salad was some lettuce, a few snow peas, several chunks of cut up tomato.
My 'Farrell's burger consisted of a toasted burger bun, which was a reasonable size, a large-ish amount of lettuce, one or two slices of bacon, a fried egg, and a thick burger pattie, with a serving of shoe-string fries on the side. This is when we discovered that Farrell's needs to drastically sharpen their knives. We had to really saw away at our food at times to get through. Another mark.
My burger wasn't too bad to tell the truth. Just annoying having to fight it with the knife.
My girlfriend wasn't impressed with the food at all, or the staff.
When we were in the car after our lunch, she told me that she would not be ordering that again.

Not impressed.