Well this week is all about keeping myself busy, which helps best to not dig into ones bad moods. It all started pretty much last Friday when I paid a visit to our local art supplier 'Chamäleon' and stocked up some lovely stuff: zinc-white acrylic for a WIP, some pens and before all my lovely Romerturm drawing pad, I absolutely adore this thing!

This week electronics and media store advertised a CD/DVD sale and I went yesterday to basically have a look around, in the end returned with 2 CDs and paid a hilarious 8,88 for both - a price they tell you was cheap with 'best price' offers.

Best price my ass! Before the Euro CDs cost about 10 bucks when 'best priced', now they are still a 10 bucks wower, suck my balls thats a 100% increase in price! So what it should be is that a price of about 5 bucks makes a 'best price'; and those music industry poofters complain about people downloading ...

Anyway ebough rant - but for someone with a bloodpresure as low as a geckos, agitation's vital - back to the very day.
I went to see 'Birdwatchers' today at a rather small cinema, pretty much Grindhouse proportions - less the sticky floor, bad air and so on, sorry bit obsessed with it since I found this [link] Its a good movie that even within the first few minutes shows you how sterotyped your thinking is, when a group of tourists travelles along Brasilian jungle river and on oppsite shore encounters Indios in traditional skimpy little outfits, near naked and in make-up (pointed out to them by their tourist guide). It is seconds after they passed that this group retrest from shore along a short path to a pick-up dressed in present-day clothes and get handed a couple of bucks for the performance from the hacienda owners wife, who arrange those fashionable domestic shows. Yet the indios complain that the money handed over is way less than what was agreed on.
The film developes like mixture of documentary and movie, where Indios play themselves in their struggle against squires and for their rightful ownership.
The film leaves me with mixed emotions, theres hope since Indios occupy their land that borders squire land and overlaps, on the other hand drastic pictures of indigenous who hang themselves due to desolation and hopelessness. Nevertheless it is a flick worth watching if you get the chance.

Surounding all that was the atmosphere of a wannabe intellectual part of audience - not more than a dozen viewers anyway - you know, those who buy a glass of cheap wine on the counter to take into aisle, along with obligatory crisps.
Also it is great fun to travel in my hometown past 6pm, tram traffic gets thinned out like teenagers in a slasher movie, which gives opportunity to observe people.
Funny was a little kid behind a window in a dark room, supposed to sleep I guess, she or he waved at me sitting in tram and I couldn't but smile and put my index finger to my lips, then waved back.

PS I would like to edit this more, and will do once I found out how to do this if I still can without payiing to those fu..wads.

EDIT : So to add a lousy spice-up image to ones fucking journal is a fucking premium member feature now oi DA? Go suck mine and thats my last entry on here, I feel like deleting this crap account and move to conceptart entirely. Up yours!