Freakazoid DVDs in the UK?
Does anyone think that those nice people at WB will ever release the Freakazoid DVDs in region 2 format for us fans in the UK?
We watched that show over here too!!!
Meh, probably not. They probably don't think there's a big enough market for it or something. Which sucks, because that show is probably one of my all-time favourite shows EVER.
In other news, I've become ridiculously fixated on Bill Hicks. He was funny, intelligent, had a great taste in music, obsessed with giving women pleasure, cute- and what happens to him? Pancreatic Cancer. I swear, all the great ones died before I was capable of comprehending them. Jimi Hendrix for example.
I'm trying to donate blood. That makes it sound like I'm running around with blood all over me screaming "TAKE IT! IT'S FOR YOU!" Haha, but seriously I want to give blood. Not because I like needles (I don't) but because it satisfies two things.
1. I want to help people.
2. I want to get over my fear of blood.
(secret reason 3. I want to know my blood type).
Problem is, I was under the impression that there'd be a drive today, but it turns out that the website is totally fail and registered the wrong day. I swear, it's retarded! I was going up and down Borough High Street like a madwoman. Ah well, there's one not far from my house in about two weeks.
I bought Watchmen on DVD. The special two-disk edition shaped like Rorshach's head. It's interesting watching the bonus features. There was stuff about these vigilante groups in New York and the physics behind Dr Manhattan and the Desolation Row MCR music video (that comes up about half an octave higher than normal for some reason. Anyone else notice that music in films and on TV always seems higher-pitched than the CD/MP3 version of the song?)
My bank froze my card for the second time in a month. It's fucking annoying. The first time they did it, they had the decency to ring me up and ask me if I'd made these purchases online. Admittedly, it was 7 in the morning during the holidays, but I can forgive the call centre in India for not knowing what time it is. But this time they haven't said a fucking word! It's been SIX DAYS. I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE TOLD THAT MY CARD HAS BEEN FROZEN BECAUSE THEY THINK SOMEONE STOLE IT. I'm gonna go into my bank tomorrow and scream at them... No I won't. But I'll give them a good telling off for not giving me any notice. How in hell am I supposed to buy Morningwood CDs other than online? THEY DON'T FUCKING SELL THAT BAND'S STUFF IN HMV, OKAY? I'VE FUCKING LOOKED!
My goodness I'm ranting. I hardly ever get to rant. Normally I'm all bottled up and anguished but no, right now I'm unleashing my annoyance upon the hapless internet. Then again I don't tend to express the shit that's bothering me most of the time. I usually just keep it all locked away until my mind can't take it- a bit like that episode of Dexter's Laboratory where his brain goes into overdrive and the people inside his head (who sound suspiciously like Scotty from Star Trek. "I jus' can' do it cap'in!") have to shut him down and he shoves a goldfish down his pants. I really hope I don't have my brain shutdown and stick our pet goldfish (Fishbag) down my knickers.
I feel better in my chest getting all this out. Like a helium balloon is attached to my heart and making it feel a little bit lighter. That's nice.
Molly
xoxo
We watched that show over here too!!!
Meh, probably not. They probably don't think there's a big enough market for it or something. Which sucks, because that show is probably one of my all-time favourite shows EVER.
In other news, I've become ridiculously fixated on Bill Hicks. He was funny, intelligent, had a great taste in music, obsessed with giving women pleasure, cute- and what happens to him? Pancreatic Cancer. I swear, all the great ones died before I was capable of comprehending them. Jimi Hendrix for example.
I'm trying to donate blood. That makes it sound like I'm running around with blood all over me screaming "TAKE IT! IT'S FOR YOU!" Haha, but seriously I want to give blood. Not because I like needles (I don't) but because it satisfies two things.
1. I want to help people.
2. I want to get over my fear of blood.
(secret reason 3. I want to know my blood type).
Problem is, I was under the impression that there'd be a drive today, but it turns out that the website is totally fail and registered the wrong day. I swear, it's retarded! I was going up and down Borough High Street like a madwoman. Ah well, there's one not far from my house in about two weeks.
I bought Watchmen on DVD. The special two-disk edition shaped like Rorshach's head. It's interesting watching the bonus features. There was stuff about these vigilante groups in New York and the physics behind Dr Manhattan and the Desolation Row MCR music video (that comes up about half an octave higher than normal for some reason. Anyone else notice that music in films and on TV always seems higher-pitched than the CD/MP3 version of the song?)
My bank froze my card for the second time in a month. It's fucking annoying. The first time they did it, they had the decency to ring me up and ask me if I'd made these purchases online. Admittedly, it was 7 in the morning during the holidays, but I can forgive the call centre in India for not knowing what time it is. But this time they haven't said a fucking word! It's been SIX DAYS. I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE TOLD THAT MY CARD HAS BEEN FROZEN BECAUSE THEY THINK SOMEONE STOLE IT. I'm gonna go into my bank tomorrow and scream at them... No I won't. But I'll give them a good telling off for not giving me any notice. How in hell am I supposed to buy Morningwood CDs other than online? THEY DON'T FUCKING SELL THAT BAND'S STUFF IN HMV, OKAY? I'VE FUCKING LOOKED!
My goodness I'm ranting. I hardly ever get to rant. Normally I'm all bottled up and anguished but no, right now I'm unleashing my annoyance upon the hapless internet. Then again I don't tend to express the shit that's bothering me most of the time. I usually just keep it all locked away until my mind can't take it- a bit like that episode of Dexter's Laboratory where his brain goes into overdrive and the people inside his head (who sound suspiciously like Scotty from Star Trek. "I jus' can' do it cap'in!") have to shut him down and he shoves a goldfish down his pants. I really hope I don't have my brain shutdown and stick our pet goldfish (Fishbag) down my knickers.
I feel better in my chest getting all this out. Like a helium balloon is attached to my heart and making it feel a little bit lighter. That's nice.
Molly
xoxo