Clearly from the trailers and the actual film itself, Bumblebee, the cute little yellow Volkswagen Beetle Bug isn't looking so much like himself in the large scale adaptation. Doesn't really matter about the look of the scamp Autobot unless looking for the pure waters in which to soak the ear drums and eyeballs in.



When put to scale against the other statues from the Transformers lot, it's quite the tempting gnaw to see how and if the little yellow one fits into the hungry mouth. Not to be tried though. Merely thought of with a linger.

Anybody who dares actually eat a statue better have a side dish ready in case the polystone, porcelain or resin disagrees vehemently.

 

Early morning into lunch on Thursday morning and out from the media preview screening of Tales from Earthsea at the Dendy Newtown with Ryano,, lunch was on stomach.

Along King Street, it's a good sort and variety if Thai and Indian are the flavour on the tongue. And for the money's worth, something affordable during the lunch period.

One stop not that far from Dendy Cinemas is Newtown Thai. Six dollars a plate and it's quite the menu to choose from. Sure, most of it is stir fried, but them's the deals in Thai food. If you don't like stir fry, you don't like flash fry, which is the same thing and rambling moot.



Stir fried garlic and pepper with rice and chicken. Clean and quick and it's a nice tasty lunch to have one day, any day, but not so many days in a row that the others on the menu miss out.

Tales from Earthsea is a beautiful and warm film. Gorgeous really, nothing less to be expected from Studio Ghibli.

 

Nurples, sadly, being of an undefined variety of being/state/object outside the closing rhyming half of the nipple twisters. If that's what other people know them as. Very subjective, all about growing up in certain parts of the school in the world, trying to name all manner of playground and office room torture.

Now, one thing that remains as unclear as the seed on talking about nipple cripples is that of Grimace. The purple blob that hangs about Ronald McDonald in his adventures in spreading his clown love of flat tasting burgers around the world.



Not unlike a mini entourage all by himself, he supposedly represents himself as Ronald's friend and best mate. Getting into the burger parties using the clown's name and generally living the high life as a hanger on. Seriously, it's what most of the friends of high profile celebrities find their lives falling into.

Which says nothing of what kind of creature he really is. A milkshake, a taste bud, a result of too many Quarter Pounders through the system. Nothing is clear.

Brazilians call the glob "Shaky" in their part of the world. Two things that come to mind are that he is possibly milkshake incarnate. Or that he just couldn't stay away from the vices and is now scratching himself like the Tyrone Biggums.

Sure seems happy though.

The Fry Kids are fries, Ronald is a clown, Big Mac is a piece of cardboard and the hamburglar is a lecherous coot. But what, pray tell, is Grimace supposed to be, if anything?

 

Burst Angel is yet another in a seemingly endless pool of visually stunning series’ by Studio Gonzo.

Apprentice pastry cook Kyouhei is pressured by his teacher and fellow student to gain employment to solve his fiscal difficulties. In answering an employment advertisement he is hired by the leader of an elite bounty hunting, giant mecha operating, machine gun wielding mercenary team led by the scantily clad Sei. Consisting of Amy the grumpy young computer genius, Meg the buxom cowgirl and a white-haired, chaps-with-no-pants wearing, glowing tattooed psychopath who can seemingly destroy and robot or beastie with no more than the squeeze of the trigger on her trusty side arms... her name is Jo.

At the beginning of the series, Kyouhei seems to be the central character. I personally figured that the story would revolve around the relationships he builds with each character, climaxing in a point where he cracks the hard emotional shell of the ever intense Jo. Thankfully this was not the case. Although likeable, he is all too snivelly and not in a comedic sidekick way. He manages to come across as more of a wussy annoyance than anything.



The character designs, although realistically impractical, are fantabulous with fan service abounding. Most noticeable was the cowboy/bounty hunting theme, reminiscent of Cowboy Bebop, and to a lesser extent, Trigun. Meg sports a 10 gallon hat and yellow leather loose stockings while Jo wears a muscle shirt, neck scarf and chaps with no pants. As I said, it looks great with no thought given to practicality.

The mecha designs are also great. In particular Jango, Jo's personal mech and the highway patrol units that destroy any high speed wrong doers.

If you're looking for a series with a seriously in-depth story to sink your teeth into, maybe Burst Angel isn't for you. On the other hand, if you're after a series that is visually compelling, choc-a-block with action and filled with characters that are easy on the eyes, Burst Angel is definitely worth a look.

Burst Angel is available at the Comic Shop now.

 

Nice and dinky, the comic comes saddled with a piece of jerky that claims to be good until the month of May in the year 2007.

The comic itself is the kind you can read with one hand, should the palm be large enough to accommodate something of that blocky size not unlike a coaster or a rent receipt book.

Not overly an entertaining read straight up, that German deli owner really has a hard accent to punch through. There's this air of not giving a damn as Jim goes about hooking up the German with the small goods goods in terms of jerky.

Now, if that particular Jim's Jerky that features in the comic is that which is in the plastic bag on the cover, who knows. Most likely not. Disconnect.

Tough, oh, it's tough to break into at first. Definitely a saliva cranking work out needed to juice it up good. Spicy to the tongue, the beat of it really does hewn a good time flavour country ride as it washes out the blah feeling from the comic.

Lasts a good while too. And it even sticks around when the rest of it has gone to shop and done over the rest of the taste and fibre of the flavour. More often than not, this piece of lingering jerky doesn't go down well, hence not actually going down at all as it tries to double badly back as a piece of floss.

Jerky may vary slightly on this part.

 

But by taking three I would be over my recommended daily intake of fat by 140%. And however would I fit into my Bat-tights?

The $5 value meal is just what it claims to be. It is a meal and it has a monetary cost of 5 of your earth dollars.

The meal consists of a cheeseburger, medium fries, medium coke and a choice of apple pie or ice cream sundae for an after meal snack.


I am a big fan of this meal. Not only is it able to fill a belly comparable to the Blob's. But coming in at $5 means that I have much more money to spend on comics...

And coming in at and average of 60 grams of fat you can indulge yourself and have half a muffin for breakfast or a single tub of yogurt for brunch whilst not going over your RDI of fat for the day.

Although I still argue the fact, who in Hades eats pickles?

 

Between Supanova preview night and the final rush of Sunday is the wind around on Saturday. One day gone, one left to go, some more photos from the event, mainly on the food.

Homebush Bay Brewery Bistro, open on until the close of the grill at 20:00 and the table's getting ready to work out the order of ordering.

By the toilets, where Hamish Blake is ambushed for a photo or two, Patch takes out a ball in pool Pretty steep coinage requests from the machine too.

Get that into ya, Jase!

Everybody has got a plate of some meat and salads to chew on. Most contentious issue being the size of the slice of bacon in the mixed grill. That is if you were lucky enough to even get bacon.

It's dark, but not too dark with enough light but not too much light for the lightsabers of the Star Wars fans outside to chill and hang out warming in the night.

Eagle eyes and long time visitors to the shop will remember the man on the left. Newcomers and the recent will note that Earl Hickey is on the right.

 

And they reek like the death.