Found myself commuting to Melbourne on the train for two days this week. It has been about 25 years since I have used public transport and it didn't take me very long to remember why I don't use it now. To put it bluntly, commuting really puts the F.U. in fun. I must say that I genuinely feel for people that have to endure public transport on a daily basis, I think that I would go 'lala' pretty quickly if I was doing that kind of thing regularly.
Not only did I have to drag my lazy arse out of bed at the most ungodly of hours, but also Seth's, which I can tell you that he was none to pleased about. After disposing of said child, I then parked my car in town while the moon was still shining in the sky, hot footed it over to the station, stood on the platform, sipped my tepid latte, contemplated the meaning of my life and rubbed shoulders with all of the other poor sods who also looked like they just needed to go back to bed and forget that the whole thing had ever happened as well.
Luckily, I was not a lone traveler and met up with a fellow work mate on the train so that I didn't have to continue contemplating anything, and after safely securing a position in the 'un-quiet' carriage - (seriously people actually need quiet carriages now?) we managed to yak away the time until our arrival in the city.
You see there was a reason for all of this hoo-ha that I went through in the last two days, and it is called Professional Development. Although, I could hardly call my conduct on the train on the way home this evening 'professional' because the over-tired delirium had well and truly set in by that stage. I spent most of the journey in hysterics over nothing much at all really, causing every other passenger on board to think that I was on crack. Bet those snooty 'quiet carriage' travelers were all high fiving themselves when they heard about my raucous laughing. And I just know that all of those commuters will be breathing a sigh of relief when they see me missing from the platform tomorrow morning that's for sure.
Poor bastards, I almost feel guilty for torturing them. I can only imagine what they must all look and feel like on a Friday afternoon after a week of all that shit! Like a scene from a Romero horror movie I'm guessing. Thank god my commuting episodes have come to an end, I am so glad that I will still be tucked into my bed tomorrow morning when that train is pulling out of the station.
Not only did I have to drag my lazy arse out of bed at the most ungodly of hours, but also Seth's, which I can tell you that he was none to pleased about. After disposing of said child, I then parked my car in town while the moon was still shining in the sky, hot footed it over to the station, stood on the platform, sipped my tepid latte, contemplated the meaning of my life and rubbed shoulders with all of the other poor sods who also looked like they just needed to go back to bed and forget that the whole thing had ever happened as well.
Luckily, I was not a lone traveler and met up with a fellow work mate on the train so that I didn't have to continue contemplating anything, and after safely securing a position in the 'un-quiet' carriage - (seriously people actually need quiet carriages now?) we managed to yak away the time until our arrival in the city.
You see there was a reason for all of this hoo-ha that I went through in the last two days, and it is called Professional Development. Although, I could hardly call my conduct on the train on the way home this evening 'professional' because the over-tired delirium had well and truly set in by that stage. I spent most of the journey in hysterics over nothing much at all really, causing every other passenger on board to think that I was on crack. Bet those snooty 'quiet carriage' travelers were all high fiving themselves when they heard about my raucous laughing. And I just know that all of those commuters will be breathing a sigh of relief when they see me missing from the platform tomorrow morning that's for sure.
Poor bastards, I almost feel guilty for torturing them. I can only imagine what they must all look and feel like on a Friday afternoon after a week of all that shit! Like a scene from a Romero horror movie I'm guessing. Thank god my commuting episodes have come to an end, I am so glad that I will still be tucked into my bed tomorrow morning when that train is pulling out of the station.
THE RETURN OF THE LIVING DEAD
Release Date: 1985
Rating: MA 15+
Running Time: 91 mins
When it comes to brain eating zombies, this is one of my all time favourites, not just for it's clearly black humour and bad 80's effects, but mostly for it's pop culture depiction of zombie hordes desperately trying to cover over the pain of their decaying bodies by eating the grey matter out of other peoples heads.
Two haphazard employees at a medical supply warehouse accidentally release a toxic gas into the atmosphere that causes the dead to rise from their graves. A group of punks that are in the graveyard at the time are the first to realise that the reanimated dead are menacing and hungry for brains.
This is a ripper of a horror film, a classic in every respect and a true homage to early Romero zombie films. Sure it's gory and silly, but it's a zombie film, it should be! This is a must see horror comedy for lovers of zombie flicks.
FINAL SAY: Braaiinnsss!!!!
3.5 Chili Peppers
Release Date: 1985
Rating: MA 15+
Running Time: 91 mins
When it comes to brain eating zombies, this is one of my all time favourites, not just for it's clearly black humour and bad 80's effects, but mostly for it's pop culture depiction of zombie hordes desperately trying to cover over the pain of their decaying bodies by eating the grey matter out of other peoples heads.
Two haphazard employees at a medical supply warehouse accidentally release a toxic gas into the atmosphere that causes the dead to rise from their graves. A group of punks that are in the graveyard at the time are the first to realise that the reanimated dead are menacing and hungry for brains.
This is a ripper of a horror film, a classic in every respect and a true homage to early Romero zombie films. Sure it's gory and silly, but it's a zombie film, it should be! This is a must see horror comedy for lovers of zombie flicks.
FINAL SAY: Braaiinnsss!!!!
3.5 Chili Peppers
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