Of Superheroes and Wonderwomen

So it's been far too long since I've updated the ol' Blog for my two loyal followers, one of which happens to be my beautiful girlfriend Tori Weilandt, but I'll get to that later.
Two weeks have nearly passed since I've made a post and many many things have happened in those two weeks. First of all, I graduated year 10 at Billabong High on 9th December 2010. This brought about a realisation of change for me. First of all I realised that the friends I have made and developed over the past four years may all rot and fall from beneath me, the best will stay, the rest will crumble. Secondly, I realised this will most likely be my last holidays in my hometown of Culcairn. I'll be moving into North Albury as of April next year and I can't wait. The third of the changes that would occur to me would be completely and respectably sober, to shit-faced drunk over a period of 12 hours. How exciting! I loved spending the night with my equally blind friends, didn't quite so enjoy the next morning when the room spun and my head imploded.
In the time it's taken me to blog up, I've also found an appreciation for Comic Books. Namely one by James O'Barr called; The Crow. A man is killed on the eve before his wedding (and Halloween) after being forced to watch his murderers rape and kill his fiancee. One year later the Crow brings him back from the dead to seek revenge on the ones who destroyed all hope inside him. Okay, I admit I saw the movie first (you may have heard of it? Martial Art's legend Bruce Lee's son was killed on set) but I've done my research and have hunted down the original comic book and it is on its way in the mail as I type. The second installment, The Crow: Dead Time, has arrived and been read twice in a day.

Me dressed up as The Crow/Eric Draven

I'm also looking into Hellboy comics.
Whilst on the subject oof comic books and movies (kinda), I wish to share with you something I have mixed emotions about. For my 15th birthday I took a group of friends and my dad to see Watchmen. This felt like a disappointing movie at the time. It took so long to go nowhere and there was not enough action to keep me satisfied. However I thought visually it was brilliant and the story was well thought up. A very depressing story at that but still a great story. Recently I went to the nearest library (with books newer than 1950) and found the graphic novel. As I read through it I noticed that the film was (as far as I read) frame for frame the same as the novel. I found this astounding and have now rented the film again, which I will watch tonight, to try and appreciate further than my disappointment let me the first time.

Who watches the Watchmen?

Another depressing movie, which I watched for the first time today, is Donnie Darko. Now, when people ask me what it's like and what it's about, it's a very very difficult movie to describe. So I do it thus, "It's about a young man, played by Jake Gyllenhall, who suffers with mental problems and is obsessed with Time Travel." And that's about as far as I can go with it. I've watched it once and don't quite fully understand it. Perhaps when I IMDb it or watch the special features I'll understand it more but for now, I've got no idea. If you're in the mood for a feel good coming-of-age movie, don't choose this one folks.

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

So I made an embarrassing post a while back claiming that there was a girl who gave me "jiberries". This was a word we came up with to describe the butterflies in your stomach when you think about someone. Well since then I've gone out with said girl (Tori Weilandt) and am now in a relationship with her. She makes me happy beyond belief.
I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting that's happened in the past week, but here's the low down for today:
I woke up at about 11 am at my friend's house and watched Heath Ledger's last film; The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Then I packed up my crap and went home. Got home and got bored, very quickly. So I threw on Donnie Darko and was kinda freaked out by it, not to mention depressed by it. At 8 pm I saw Carl Barron perform at the Albury Entertaining Arts Centre. Was a wonderful show and I laughed the whole way through it.


Thanks for reading folks, not much of a conclusion tonight but hey, I'll leave you with this quote from The Crow:

Nothing is trivial

My Cods!

This weekend my family and I usually head to a twon called Mulwala, situated beside the Lake Mulwala. Every year at this time is a competition held, it's called the Lake Mulwala Cod Classic. This is where fisherman from all over come to Lake Mulwala to attempt, most times dismally, to catch a Murray Cod which is famous to the region. We didn't go this year.
Instead of heading south, we travelled north. Past Gundagui to a place called Burrinjuck Lake. Here, apparently (and more noticeably), is famous for it's Murray Cod too. The plan was to stay here from Friday through to Sunday and see what we could catch.
On Friday, Dad and I fished for close to 7 hours and he was in the lead with a pathetic Redfin and two undersized Cod (less than 60 cm). I went back to our cabin empty handed.
On Saturday however, I slept. I slept until 11 am. Everyone was on the water fishing, whilst I lazed around the cabin, reading, sleeping, eating. But (!) when they got back from fishing, I slept again! Until finally Dad woke me up at 4 pm and we were out on the water. The previous day, Dad had caught his two Cod on the one lure, and thus I was apt to try it. We put the boat in at the boat ramp (was that necessary information?) and put our lures on soon after we were aboard, I with the Gold one Dad had used (which is now such a legend we named it "Old Gold"), and Dad with one that doesn't really deserve a mention. After around 10 minutes I felt a tug on my line and tugged back, I'd hooked a fish. Winding it in, and feeling it's fight (or lack thereof), I said to Dad, "It's not very big, it's not fighting real hard." But as colour became apparent in the greeny-brown waters of the lake, low and behold, I'd hooked a metaphorical horse!
It weighed in at 69.5 cm long and 15 pounds (or 7 kilos) heavy! Here's the picture:


Me with Ol' Mate (69.5cm, 7 kilos)


That is by far the biggest fish I've caught in my life! The rest of the trip was fairly un-eventful, I caught one more Cod, but not a keeper and no-where near as big as the one before it. I placed third in our Fishing Club (Morven Fishing Club)'s small scale competition and won a Burrinjuck Hat, which I wear proudly.


Looking forward to next year's trip to Burrinjuck, and I hope that I can catch Ol' Mate's bigger brother then.


Also, I'd like to give an embarrassing shout out to the person who's stayed on my mind the whole weekend, and given me 'jibberies' when I thought I was calm and collected. You know who you are.


Peace out Hombre's.

First Attempt at Blogging

So today I've set up a blog. I've never attempted this before and can already see it turning into the boring chronicles that will one day be my memories. Perhaps some interesting moments will occur, but how often? Fate will determine.

I'll use this opportunity to let my non-existant readers know exactly who and what I am.
My name is Brendan Anthony McFarlane, I'm at the present moment 16 years old. I am single, though this fact is subject to change, currently around 6"1', brunette and near sighted (or far, I can't remember, point is I have glasses). I am finishing up my eleventh year of education, which points me in grade 10, unless you believe in life long learning, in which case I'm in my sixteenth year.

I enjoy skateboarding and rap music, namely "Bliss N Eso". I also love wearing a suit and music from the 1940s. Call me diverse, but I enjoy a lot of different things.
My dream career is to be an actor in Musical Theatre, yes I can act, and yes I can sing. My favourite musical is Rent by Johnathon Larson.

Why have I started this blog?

I tend to do most of my everyday actions on impulse, sometimes these impulses pay off, giving me an opportunity to propel myself down the path of righteousness or whatever, but most of the time I trip on my shoelace and the path meets my face.

Perhaps I'll continue with this blog, adding memories in the form of pictures, articles and opinions, or maybe this is the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega, Genesis and Armaggeddon. Who knows?