Two things. No wait, three.
1. Recently, my Dad found this website (I can't exactly remember what it is, but I wouldn't suggest it if I did remember-it seems dodgy to me) that allows you to legally download movies in different formats for way cheaper than you normally would. My dad somehow extended the 24 hour free trial to a full month which actually cost him money, and so we were stuck with unlimited movies to be able to download within one month.
Did I say stuck? I meant blessed. Yup, definitely blessed...
So, naturally, we've been downloading as many movies as possible, which is awesome. No, we aren't breaking the law. At least, that's what my dad thinks...he's pretty sure that because we are paying money to someone at least, then it's definitely legal.
The first few movies we had were kind of crappy, but that was because my dad wasn't downloading them in the highest format. Once he did, it all started to be really awesome...
I almost forgot what I actually wanted to tell you.
WELL my dad hasn't seen the movie Tron: Legacy, and Louis and I have. He came into our room the other day and this conversation spawned...
Dad: I'm downloading Tron Legacy now, in the highest quality possible.
Louis: Awesome! It's really great graphics.
Me: (being me, of course, I had absolutely no-idea that my dad hadn't seen it yet) What, Tron? Nah, it was ok. The story kind of sucked though, especially how they kill off that guy who changes sides at the last minu-
Dad: ARGH! NO! Don't spoil it! I haven't seen it yet!
Dad: Tell me, have you seen Titanic yet?
Me: Nah, I've heard that it's pretty much just a chick fli-
Dad: The ship crashes and the main characters die.
*silence. I could of heard the Golden God typing away at his computer all the way in Ireland, it was that quiet*
Me: Y-you...you MONSTER!
2. HAPPY EASTER! HE IS RISEN! (does everyone else say that? Or only those in Australia...?)
And if you don't celebrate Easter, I'm still giving you Easter Eggs. Now enjoy, or I'll take them back.
...I'm warning you...
And finally, three:
Well, well well...what do we have here... An awesome-part-one-of-a-short-fanfic-story-that's-based-in-Sydney-and-99%-of-the-places-and-details-are-true-because-I-recently-visited-Sydney-and-went-to-these-places-and-promised-my-Aunt-that-I'd-write-a-short-story-about-it? Yes? Perfect:
She was instantly hit by a wave of petrol oil and a hint of fries. The cement floor radiated not heat but cold air, and the giant dome-shaped light shades that hung from the ceiling only had four out of six globes working.
But Kallista ignored all of this, and instead walked past the people shopping for t-shirts labelled with the shop's logo and various motorbike pictures, until she stood waiting before the counter, her hand lingering over the silver bell.
Before she could press it, a man of short stature wearing grease stained overalls jumped up from behind the desk, making her jump. She scowled at the man. "Don't do that, Mitch," she said.
"Do what?" replied Mitchell, who smiled. Then his face lost all obvious emotion as he launched into what others called his 'business mode'. "I grant that you're not just here for a nice chat then, hey?"
Kallista nodded before answering. "Well, Sydney IS a bit out of my way..."
"No kidding." Mitchell sensed something was up. "Kallista, what happened..." The frown on his face grew, deepening the wrinkles on his forehead. "Crap. Why didn't you ride in on your bike?"
Kallista sighed. It hadn't been her fault. All she had been doing was driving on the freeway, speeding to get to Dragona Pine's birthday party, when a large truck had pulled ahead of her when she was only three hundred metres away from the exit that would take her to his house. She swerved and really did try to avoid it, but the only way she was going to get past it and keep most of her speed was if she pulled a Crazy Ivan. At that moment, it SEEMED like a good idea...
So when she slammed the brakes and gunned the engine at the same time, leaned as far to her left as she could so that the bike tipped and skated along the ground, right underneath the trailer part of the truck with her holding on for dear life, she was very surprised that the custom magically-enhanced engine piece that kept the bike running cut out, leaking in several places and minutes from causing a minor Black Hole.
The bike had leveled out, allowing her to direct it to the exit lane, but already she could feel that the steady roar of her bike had been reduced to less than a whimper. Needless to say, she had NOT gotten to the party on time.
Mitchell rubbed the stubble on his chin once her tale had been told. "Seriously, Kallista? That'd take weeks of fixing. How soon do you need the bike up and running again?"
Kallista fidgeted on the hard wood planks of the counter. "Mitchell..."
"The engine kinda... Blew up..."
There was silence. Mitchell hung his head in his hands and Kallista bit her lip in hope that her friend wasn't about to completely throw her out. After a strained thirty seconds of muttered curses from Mitchell, he exasperated a long, drawn out sigh, raising his head and looking Kallista in the eye. He fished some loose change from his front pocket.
"Here. Go into the resteraunt and buy yourself something. In the meantime, I'll think about the idea of helping you with the preposterous notion that you want me to build you another engine-which, by the way, is a horribly long and arduous task that could take two to three months." He sighed again as Kallista slid the change into her left hand. "This is it, Kal. For real, this time. If I help you, there's going to be no more favors. I swear, this is the last time I fix your bike."
She nodded and went to the two glass doors that separated the bike shop proper from the small resteraunt that Deus Ex Machina hosted within the same building. She opened them and the sounds of talk, frying pans and noisy eaters surrounded her. She moved onwards, ordered a small bowl of chips, and sat down to wait at one of the large pine tables.
Three more bowls of chips, two eighty-page magazines and a large soda drink later, Mitchell pushed open the doors to the resteraunt and headed towards her. "Alright," he said, "I'll do it."
She stood up, smiling, about to thank him, when there was the sound of a car backfiring and a dark red spot blossomed on Mitchell's t-shirt near his stomach.
"Shit," he said slowly, drawing the word out and looking down at it. "I'm shot..."
"Mitchell!" Kallista shouted, slipping from her chair in her effort to reach her friend as he slumped to the ground. She distantly heard the screams of the civilians in the room as they fled, but all her attention was fixed on her friend.
"Come on Mitchell," she cried desperately. "Just hang in there."
There were footsteps as a figure stepped towards her from the direction of the glass doors. He walked right up to her, and she faintly smelled the smoke from a gun discharge. Mitchell's assailant. There were tears in her eyes, but through her blurred vision, she swore she could see a battered top hat atop the man's head.
"'ello, lovely," said Springheeled Jack, kicking Kallista in the head.
It looked a helluva lot longer on my iPod...anyway, urah for Firefly homages!