Ting a Ling

I recently stumbled on upon a world of webcams where woman of all ages and descriptions await trying to allure their watchers into 'going private' a pleasure for which cash must be splashed. Its a horribly morbid affair and one sadly that I have become entangled in through my own obsession with the female form. Unhealthy, healthy or just natural,I don't know, I keep thinking I escaped the grasp of such thoughts only for the internet and the morbid side of my brain to pull me back into this dank and shallow world- or thats what the morally just side of brain says. Thing is I don't know if its wrong, if I'm damaged mentally as a result, I seem to follow continous cicles of conflict in my head and to be homest I think this is doing more damage then anything else. Perhaps in these few words I have realised the source of my pains, I should not even try and justify something that ultimately leaves me feeling outcast, the stereotype of single bloke living on his own and a basic cunt but ignoring nature continously is difficult. At the end of the day it must be sheer will power that is required because nature's urges cannot be switched off. Depressingly I cant garuentee anything but I'm going to give it a go.

Terminator Salavation the fourth film of the series is an entertaining but ridiciculous movie. Following on from Termintator 3 the rise of the machines the story picks up John Connor (Christian Bale)survivor of Judgment Day, now a senior commander of the resistance plotting the downfall of the 'self aware' SkyNet. An almost too good to be true solution is immediately detirmined through the discovery of a radio frequency which when transmitted paralyses any machine within its range. The subsequent plot follows the testing of the new weapon against machines of varying sizes, each time sucessful, and this leads to the verge of a full scale attatck by the resistance against Skynet. I can't be arsed to carry on completing a description of the entire story - a bit like I suspect happened in writing of the script for this film. How was the solution detirmined by the resistance? and how did John Connor single handly infiltrate SkyNet? to name but a couple. The bit that annoyed me though was the use of the female pilot who must be an offense to any femminest watching. She is introduced with all the attitude and protense of a gutsy, tough, respectable member of the resistance. This is immediatley dispenced in a fight scene, against a bunch of sex hungry thugs, where her attempt to escape is an emulation of an enclosed fly defending itself against a million fly swats beating at a 1000 beats a second. Saved by her mysterious newly found companion she falls in love with him to such an extent that she later is willing to potentially sacrifice the entire resistance on the basis of a strong heartbeat. Shes know this guy not even 24 hrs! Her character was a joke and her impossible to take seriously. The film was entertaining but it could have been mcuh much more and the attack of this blog lays on the writers door. Will I be back for the next one? maybe.

Chelsea Vs Everton

Everton ahead after 25 seconds the earliest goal in FA cup history beating Bob Chatt of Aston Villa who scored after 30 seconds in the 1895 final. Louis Saha scores it with a sweetly struck left foot half volley, from about 16 yards out after a headed knock down by the iconic Felaini. Felaini infamous in the premiership for his afro haircut and 6ft4 wiry frame is adored by his team’s fans who wear ridiculous mock up wigs in his honor (earlier in the season Felaini braided his hair there was uproar from fans and merchandisers alike, the new style did not last long). To be fair he is more than an Afro and was clearly the only player in the Everton side capable of competing against Chelsea in terms technical quality. Everton had reached the final through the sheer industrious and dogged attitudes of their players, installed and embodied by the steely David Moyes but it was obvious, particularly after the equalizer that Chelsea were a step to far. The transformed Florent Malouda who had terrified Tony Hibbert to the point at which he might as well not have been on the pitch, placed a perfect floated cross onto the onrushing head of enigmatic Drogba who powered the ball in to the bottom corner. From this point Chelsea dominated much of the game with the exception of a brief spell of Everton pressure at the beginning of the second half. It was no surprise when Lampard powered home a left footed drive from 25 yards on 65 mins to seal the win for Chelsea. The margin of victory could have been higher but the officials did not recognize a screaming 30 yard punt from Malouda, that thudded against the crossbar, bounced behind the goal line, and sharply span back into play had crossed the line. So Chelsea win, Hiddink leaves Chelsea with god-like status and Everton are left to rue the lack of a billionaire owner.

3-1 Chelsea