That synching feeling.

I don't think I will ever stop loving the irony of a fat man in a sports shirt.  Obviously, the fact that XL(+) tops are available and selling is reason enough for companies to continue making them, but I really do hope that this has not blinded them to their own fantastic derision of the more portly gentleman.  I do suppose it is nice to wear one's team's colours, but arguably more so when one is playing the sport one follows.  I'm not saying it doesn't annoy me.  To an extent, it does.  I just find it more hilarious than bothersome.

Now.  I am going to be a bit controversial.  I'm going to say straight that I think the case involving Baby P was blown out of proportion.  It seems as though I'm going a bit conspiracy theory crazy, as I'm starting to think that it was a distraction from the whole 'MPs claiming ridiculous expenses'.  See, the first inkling of something being awry re: MPs was noticed on the 9th of June last year (2008).  It was to do with the Torys and what they'd been claiming back under 'expenses'.  Now, Baby P was found dead in his cot on the 3rd of August, 2008 - just 24 days after.  I am part of a family that has fostered lots of children.  Lots.  I can safely say that the Social Services here are, at best, average.  Many, many children get a new life from the foster system and the adoption system, but many more get screwed over in equal measure.

  We looked after some kids who were not to be living with their mum ever again - by order of a judge.  Two weeks before Christmas, they are taken off us and given to their Nan to live in her care.  Their Nan lived with their mother.  Way to go, Social Services.  They were so close to escaping a crappy life and starting fresh when they were readily sent back there and now, several years on, they are on the adoption list, having had to live through another stretch of needless anguish.

Was this talked about in the news?  Nope.

Every day, so many children are abused.  Every day, children across the country are killed as a result of abuse.

Is this normally in the news?  No.

Maybe the time our Social Services gave our ex-directory phone number to the parent of one of the kids we were looking after.  Buh.  Good idea, guys.

Hardly national news-worthy, but maybe locally?  Nah.

But Baby P?

I'm not saying that we should overlook this sort of thing - quite the contrary.  I think that every case should be made known, but I know that if that were to happen, a separate paper would have to be created for it.  And no-one likes weekend supplements at the best of times.

I am just aware that when one case is scrutinised, like this one was, there must be something else going on.  Otherwise it will be looked over.  In this case, the something else seems to have been the expenses claims.  Over the course of two weeks, a multitude of claim cases came to light, from houses that have been fully paid for, to a floating duck island.  Once it seemed that this was no longer covered up, the people responsible for the death of Baby P were sentenced.  Once they were sentenced, the government suggested ways to fight the claims, hoping that it had all blown over.

I'm not a conspiracy theory nut, something just doesn't sit right about this.

Well.  This and Madeline McMurdered-by-her-parents.

I'm heading to America in a couple of months.  I'm going there to study for a year and I'm looking forward to it enormously.  Granted, money is an issue - as it always is - and I've never traveled ..  well..  anywhere on my own before, but I'm still pretty excited.  I have made it my (not-so-secret-anymore) mission to correct the Americans in their speech, spelling and grammar (but seeing as though my Mac is already against me, I'm not holding out much hope).  I doubt they'll take too kindly to it, but it's worth a try.  I'm just going to try and distract them from the fact that I'm going to be using more 'u's and less 'z's then they are.  And that I'm going to be calling them 'zed's and not 'zee's.

Well, this wasn't the lightest of posts.

I tried to make it a bit shorter, as I have noticed that they have been a bit lengthy as of late.

I'll be back with one when I can think of something witty to say.

Swine flew.

Well shut my mouth.  Although I ranted about the new X-men Origins film the last time I posted  (in case you missed it.  If you did it's just below this one), it turns out that a spin off of the spin off is planned.  With Mr Reynolds playing the loudmouthed merc, again.  So hey, yea they ruined the character in Origins, but then again, they have a big chance to redeem themselves.  X-men Origins: Wolverine is out and good.  X-men Origins: Magneto is said to be on the way.  There is another Origins film planned and it's going to be looking at the first few years of Xavier's Institute, which should be good to see even more powers being put on the screen.  This second trilogy is a spin off, then there looks to be the fore-mentioned Deadpool spin off.  I am very happy now.

I very rarely buy clothes.  Clothes is clothes, in my eyes.  I'm not really into brands, it's just that when I do find things that I like, they just happen to have logos and graphics on that represent certain companies.  The upside of not really being bothered about what I wear has become an advantage in recent years.  Because I'm not pouring money into it week after week, when I do find something that I like, I find that I can put more money towards it.  Like the other day - I got a complete outfit (sans shoes) for £30.  It's so uncommon that I buy clothes that it did feel weird spending that much in one go, but at the same time I know that some people buy clothes weekly.  Fair enough, but I urge you to give this a go.  Just don't buy clothes for a few months.  Wear what you have.  It's not that hard and it'll save you a bit of money.

I don't know whether or not I like or dislike the times when a sound interferes with a dream.  Sometimes it's amazing.  There was one time in the Lake District that I remember this happening.  I was in a tent with my brother (tent sharing is customary and necessary in a large family) and it was the early morning.  I was having a weird dream in which several people were laughing hysterically.  The laugh wasn't the best laugh.  In fact it was a bit creepy.  As I awoke, I realised that a badelynge of ducks (That's right.  Badelynge) was waddling past the tent, quacking ridiculously.  A fond memory.  More recently, however, I have been listening to Chris Moyles in the mornings (radio alarm.  Get me with the technology).  As I drift in and out of consciousness, the talking - more often than not the news - incorporates itself in my dreams or rather, the dreams shape themselves round the narration.  Once I'm fully awake and the news is back on again, I get the sense of Deja vu.

So the latest biggest-thing-to-hit-the-planet-this-month is Swine Influenza, it would seem.  A near 40 people have had/got it.  I'm not sure whether or not that's a number big enough to warrant a pandemic preparation, but hey, I could be wrong.  I find it amusing that this particular illness is said to affect the healthy, middle aged populace.  Finally, the old folks and babies get a break.  I don't know how different it is to either Influenza or Man Influenza, but something tells me that it's not much.  People don't know about it so it's scaring them.  The one thing that I find most amusing about it all is that washing your hands is now the in-thing.  Are you kidding me?  I don't need to papers, TV and radio to tell me to wash my hands or to cover my mouth when I cough or sneeze and then not touch people if I sneeze on my hands.  Come off it.  I'm not paying taxes.  If I was I wouldn't be paying taxes for people to remind me that basic hygiene is a good thing.

I went to the Lakes today for a walk.  It is one of the best places I can think of being.  Idyllic is the only thing I can think of saying to describe it.  Nothing more, really.  It's absolutely beautiful.  I got a fair few photos, too.  It was a fairly clear day.  A bit windy, but the sun was out every now and again to keep us thinking that it would turn out nice in the end.  It did once we were back in the car, but that's not where or when we wanted it.  We went on a walk in Ambleside.  I don't know where the walk went or how long it was.  I know it was a good few miles and that's more than I need to know.  I just like walking.  There's something about nature that is comforting.  Something soothing about being in the open, with the fresh air surging through your lungs* and the surrounding sounds encompassing you - the birds' constant chirping; the trees swaying and howling as the wind pours through the branches; the trickles and splashes of the streams and brooks.  The smells should be savoured, too.  Yea, there's a lot of poo, but have you ever smelled fresh water?  Rain on the floor and the trees?  Man, you need to go.

I have no more to say at the moment.

*I know it's more of an in-and-out than it is a through, but you know what I mean.

Nothing to sea here.

WARNING.  I AM GOING TO BE TALKING ABOUT THE FILM 'X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE'.  IF YOU'VE NOT SEEN IT YET AND DON'T WANT IT SPOILING (sort of); THEN DON'T READ IT.

So.  I am going to attempt to review the film.  I'll give it a go, anyway.

I went to see X-men Origins the other day.  Now I am a bit of a geek when it comes to comics and the films based on them.  I am from the crowd that thinks the Marvel films only really became..  well... good.. when Marvel studios stepped on board and gave Iron Man a hand.  Iron Man was a great film.  One that I'd watch right now - and I'm tired.  The X-men Origins (Origins from hereon in) film was a mix of comfortable, reliable, exciting, intriguing and downright disappointing.  And here's why.

It was comforting to go to the cinema and know that I was going to be watching a good film.  The Trilogy of yore was excellent at first, then it got a little bit better, then it got a bit too big for itself and went a bit rubbish.  There's only so much a film can do in terms of visual effects and, indeed story length.  Especially when they are based on graphic novels.  Comics leave at least a bit up to the imagination and a series has the time to spin things out.  A feature film does not have much of either.  The effects - dazzling as they may be - do a lot to try and fulfill the imagination, leaving very, very little for the viewer to put in themselves.  It is also restricted to a couple of hours to tell a story that has had years to develop - and that has also had years to gather a massive fan base.  Even so, I was fairly secure in the knowledge that enough Marvel-based films have been made and that a lot has been learnt from them.  Comforting.

Hugh Jackman put his name on the line again as the ever-excitable wolverine.  Having become the face of Logan in the previous-but-future-films, he had really bought the character to life on-screen.  It was good to see that he hadn't given up the role to someone else in order that they could play the younger him - as a few have done in the past.  It gave me the feeling of reliability - that if he were to play the character again, he wouldn't tarnish the role with some second-rate acting and a bad script.  The on-screen character is - arguably - his creation, and it is something that he would not want to diminish.  His presence in the film made for a reliable story line and this is another reason I was excited to watch it.

It is always exciting to see a film with so many minor supporting roles.  Especially X-men.  Whatever I feel about the Trilogy, I enjoyed seeing the mutants' powers come to life.  Comics do make you use your imagination, but sometimes it is nice to just chill out and let it happen itself.  I was eager to see which mutants would be in Origins - the ones that are named and the ones that would appear as more of a surprise.  Gambit, the Blob and Sabretooth were all in the trailers in some way or another.  There was also John Wraith, who teleported in a similar way to Nightcrawler, but without the BAMF; Agent Zero, who was a pretty sharp shot with the old pistols; and Dominic Monaghan's character Bolt.  I think he could telepathically control electrical things.  His slowly-closing-eyes-whilst-raising-his-fingers-to-his-head gesture got tiring the first time he did it.  A very nice surprise was the katana-wielding smartmouth, Wade.  That's right.  Wade Wilson.  Deadpool.  More about him later.

  It's always nice to see how producers/directors interpret the different powers the characters have and the way they realise them on-screen.  From the first time Wolverine 'Snikked' his claws out to the way Gambit's kinetic energy manipulation shows itself along the details of the cards he wields.  The little things that are thrown in are a joy to look out for.

Now.  Let's bring it back to Deadpool.

  I can appreciate the fact that Wolverine's claws always come out from between his knuckles, regardless of how his hands are positioned.  If his hands were angled as if he were doing press ups, the claws would come out through his palms.  But they don't.  I can let it slide.

  I can understand that to get the effects of Wolverine's healing factor, the camera stays close up on him for a while, so the effects guys can do their thing and show us his flesh sewing up.  I can overlook the fact that this has happened in EVERY FILM HE'S BEEN IN but it's just because people want to see it happen up close.  I can get over that.

  Deadpool.  Now, Deadpool is one my favourite characters that Marvel has thrown up.  I've read more Deadpool than I have anything else.  It's because he is a good character.  A great character.  I urge you to read some Deadpool.  The basic story regarding him is that he got skin cancer and from the Weapon X project, he was given a modified healing factor taken from Wolverine.  Not, as this film would have you believe, EVERY POWER FROM ALL THE MUTANTS THAT STRYKER CAME ACROSS AND LOOKED GOOD.  They completely ruined the character by giving him every power shown to us throughout the film and then killing him off at the end.  Deadpool is a witty mercenary.  The fact that he has the healing factor means that he is more cocky, less tactful and less stealthy than your average merc.  WHICH IS WHY HE IS GOOD.  They really missed a trick by not having a Deadpool film.  Or at least more involvement on his part in this film.  Ryan Reynolds was playing him, too.  Could they be more stupid to turn down a chance like this?

Oh and the pictures?  The first one is Deadpool fighting off a crowd of clowns.  The second one is Deadpool punching Wolverine's girlfriend in the face so that Wolverine will fight him.  I rest my case.

It's got me so Nerdraged that it's made me want to speak in ALL CAPITALS.  MAYBE ITALICS AS WELL.

Well, that went well.

I don't think it was the best review ever, but I had to vent my inner Nerd's rage.

I'll be back with a more calm and undoubtedly better post sometime in the future.

As for now, I am going to bed.

Goodnight.