Quinta Dimension

QUINTA DIMENSION
Originally uploaded by plástico fantástico.

How great is this? I wish I lived in America in the 50's. They had the best radio shows, the best television shows. Horror, that is.. Did you know, in 1938, Orson Welles (23 at that stage) played a part in the dramatisation of War of the Worlds (H.G. Wells) on the radio. He did it so convincingly that there were actually people that started to evacuate their houses because he made them believe that Earth was really being attacked by Mars! And that was only radio..
I'm currently reading a book about late night television horror series'. In it they discuss series such as the Twilight Zone (created by Rod Serling, he also wrote most of the 157 episodes), Alfred Hitchcock Presents and Ghost Stories. They give a summary of the series and then they printed the most popular story of the series. I absolutely love that book. It's like my bedtime stories. Do you have any idea the interesting stuff you dream about after you read 'The Monkey's Paw'? You bet your ass you know what that kid looked like after he's been through that machinery and is now knocking on his parents' door...
Definitely the main reason why radio and books are so successful, is because they leave the gory detail to your imagination. And THAT, ladies and gentleman, is why I think someone has yet to successfully turn one of Stephen King's books into a great movie.
I don't know about you, but these fucked up monsters Hollywood creates in their studios frankly doesn't scare me at all. The more human they are, the more scarier it is. Samara (The Ring) comes to mind. I don't care much for the movie per se, but that is one scary looking biach right there. I would think twice now, before sticking my head down a well..
Back to Stephen King. You know, Dreamcatcher was a great book. It was descriptive, it was scary and it definitely develops your imagination. Then came the movie. Already I was a bit sceptical, cos I really liked the book, and the movies usually dissapoint me. I watched it anyway. That worm thing in the toilet was a bit scary, but that overgrown piece of fungus that they had for a monster in the watertower at the end made me laugh. Hoorray for Thomas Jane. He's a fucking brilliant actor. For the life of me I don't know how he kept his pose during the filming of that scene. Maybe because he didn't actually see it while he was pretending to be afraid. Thank goodness for green screen.. I'm sure he cracked his ass laughing about it afterwards though.
Don't you think this is a great poster though? Black and white has such great impact. I hope some cartoonist is reading this, and takes the hint: MAKE A BLACK AND WHITE HORROR CARTOON. Something based on the original pulp fiction paperbacks. That'd be great..

sunsets

I hate when sunsets go by so quickly. I think if we took the time to watch each sunrise and each sunset we would be much happier. It's not as if it takes that long? For one, I think we'd be much more grateful as human beings and we'll learn to appreciate the beautiful things in life much more. For instance, how many times do you actually notice something beautiful. By something beautiful I mean something natural, not man made. Like the way the mountains turn pink when the sun is setting, or the way Victoria Street in Stellenbosch looks in autumn when all the leaves turn various shades of orange.
I love beautiful things. I love beautiful people. Don't get me wrong, I classify beautiful people as people that are comfortable with themselves and confident about who they are. Not necessarily someone every other teenage chick thinks is hot.
Not only do I think nature helps to make people humble, I also think it is the best healer of any kind of sickness. Studies show that if you put hospital patients in a room that receives sufficient amounts of sunlight they recover more quickly than they would have if they were stuck in a room with artificial lighting.
I don't know what I'm really trying to say, but I just had to write something about this photo. I took it one evening when we were on our way home from Stellenbosch.

anticipation..

Anticipation is probably the most dreaded feeling I can possibly experience. It's both an unbelievable excitement and an unbelievable nausea that envelopes be all at once. Meeting a guy you've only known through the internet qualifies, I think. Unbelievable guy, don't get me wrong, but jeez, I can't eat I'm so nervous. He'll probably read this and then I'll feel like an ass, but HEY, I don't mind. Alex knows me pretty good by now. I don't think anything I do might shock him anyway! Why can't I just relax? I mean he wouldn't come visit me if he really didn't want to, would he? No. So there Maretha. Breathe. It'll all be OK. Oh shit, what am I going to wear...

..it's been a while

Wow, it's been a while since I posted anything. Guess that's what happens when you live in Klawer and go home for almost the entire holiday. When I drove into Stellenbosch on Sunday it felt like I've been here the whole time, yet it looked slightly different.
It feels like I've been hybernating or something. Usually there's a million ideas flying through my mind every second, but today I'm just like, "It's raining, yay." Going to Klawer totally breaks my speed of whatever I'm doing. I had all these stuff that I wanted to do at home, like at least start to write my book, learn some Spanish and work on my Intec course. Did any of those things happen? NO. The only thing I did at home was gain 5 kilograms..
Now I'm back, it's a new semester and I'm still struggling to get back into my routine. Hopefully once class start I'll fall right back into my routine. But for now, I'm just breathing.