My parents are watching some ethnographic movie. 10,000 BC or something of that sort.

Personally, I dislike ethnographic films because I think they're racist.

Well, in this case, 10,000 BC is clearly an American film.

As such, it's an American take on a "dead" society.

Which is rather stereotypical and patronising.

But meh, it's a Hollywood action film. Not Nanook Of The North or anything.

So what the hell.

The Oval Portrait - Edgar Allan Poe.

"She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter. He, passionate, studious, austere, and having already a bride in his Art; she a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee; all light and smiles, and frolicsome as the young fawn; loving and cherishing all things; hating only the Art which was her rival; dreading only the pallet and brushes and other untoward instruments which deprived her of the countenance of her lover. It was thus a terrible thing for this lady to hear the painter speak of his desire to pourtray even his young bride. But she was humble and obedient, and sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, high turret-chamber where the light dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead. But he, the painter, took glory in his work, which went on from hour to hour, and from day to day. And be was a passionate, and wild, and moody man, who became lost in reveries; so that he would not see that the light which fell so ghastly in that lone turret withered the health and the spirits of his bride, who pined visibly to all but him. Yet she smiled on and still on, uncomplainingly, because she saw that the painter (who had high renown) took a fervid and burning pleasure in his task, and wrought day and night to depict her who so loved him, yet who grew daily more dispirited and weak. And in sooth some who beheld the portrait spoke of its resemblance in low words, as of a mighty marvel, and a proof not less of the power of the painter than of his deep love for her whom he depicted so surpassingly well. But at length, as the labor drew nearer to its conclusion, there were admitted none into the turret; for the painter had grown wild with the ardor of his work, and turned his eyes from canvas merely, even to regard the countenance of his wife. And he would not see that the tints which he spread upon the canvas were drawn from the cheeks of her who sate beside him. And when many weeks bad passed, and but little remained to do, save one brush upon the mouth and one tint upon the eye, the spirit of the lady again flickered up as the flame within the socket of the lamp. And then the brush was given, and then the tint was placed; and, for one moment, the painter stood entranced before the work which he had wrought; but in the next, while he yet gazed, he grew tremulous and very pallid, and aghast, and crying with a loud voice, 'This is indeed Life itself!' turned suddenly to regard his beloved:- She was dead!

Full Cast & Crew.

And of course, the Lavinias.

For sauciness!

TITUS ANDRONICUS

In the ultimate Genre Mashup RMIT UNION [ARTS] presents over four nights of performance mayhem 'Shakespeare's Festival of Gore' directed by Lynne Ellis.

BE WARNED: Empty Stomach required for this Shakespearean Splatter Classic. In this savage epic of brutal revenge told with timeless relevance, knives replace pens and body parts are exchnged like words. Theatriaclised through a plethora of styles are eras, you won't know whether to laugh, cry, or leave!

We welcome you to the bloodbath that is Titus Andronicus.

Venue: Kaleide Theatre, 360 Swanston St

Dates: Wednesday 7th October to Saturday 10th October

Time: 7:30 pm

Tickets $5/$10, FREE to FRIENDS of RMIT UNION [ARTS]

www.melbournefringe.com.au

General News Reporting.

Who: Victoria Ong *Chinese name will never be mentioned and only known to a select few.*

What: Nothing in particular. Brain farts maybe.

Where: Building 5, Level 3, RMIT University.

When: Now.

Why: Because I can.

How: Blogger.com

A girl in her late teens attempts to escape infinite boredom with the use of Blogger.com to bring excitement into her meaningless existance.

Victoria Ong, a first year at RMIT University, has to attend a 3 hour rehearsal for RMIT Union Arts' October production of Shakespeare's bloodbath, Titus Andronicus. The rehearsal begins at 6pm.

"I think my character gets raped, then gets her hands and tongue cut off, and is eventually killed by her father."

She is giving dinner a miss tonight, settling for a large bag of Doritos, the cheesier alternative. She will also proceed to watch To Kill A Mockingbird while nom-ing.

Blogging from Building 5, Level 3, RMIT University City campus, the sound of basketball can be heard from below. 

In unrelated news, if Stick was bisexual, he would do Jensen Ackles.

Who could blame him?

I have to depart this incurably cold room. Rehearsal starts in 19 minutes.

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit em'.

I do not have a local news story idea.

I do have a large appetite.

I do not understand why I am still awake.

I do understand why I enjoy Kill Bill.

I do not want to get home at 10pm tomorrow.

I do need to rehearse for Titus Andronicus for three hours.

I have not read my script yet.

Shit.

Boing. Boing. Boing. Boing.

ATTENTION CREATIVE PEOPLE.

Justin needs a name for his band.

Think.

Think hard.

Anything involving the words "Justin", "Yap", "Band", or a duo of those words with "Experience" will be immediately laughed at and made fun of until I forget.

Anna Karina is in Melbourne and I don't get to see her.

Where is your God now?