resolution perpetuation

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since my readership numbers seem to be dwindling, or getting less and lesser ("fewer and fewer") i guess i can indulge one or two selfies here. well, two, look you see. oh, don't worry about moi and the falling reader numbers, this is no poor, poor pitiful me. i am quite aware of how my novelty factor wears off eventually, and even if i were to forget so there is always someone eager to remind me. plus, this is all for my own amusement, or catharsis. hence there being no ads. 

anyway, this is being published, or posted, towards the death throes of january. rather a cruel and unforgiving month it is, too. many, some or possibly a few ("a less") commenced this year with some form of resolution, seeking to make their lot in life, if not plight, a bit better. this (or that) is not really my bag, baby, although i did indulge this last year.

for those of you who are reading this still, and for the fewer of those still pursuing some sort of casual resolution dedication, here you go, some inspiration to continue. 

my basic (rudimentary) understanding of this resolution business is that most ("a non-fewer") undertake to get fit, keep fit, get in shape in some way or another. such has always struck me as rather futile, for we are not eternal, everything ends. but who am i to tell another how to live. 

if you are looking for some sort of fitness tips and for some (inexplicable) reason have determined that this blog is the very place to look for such, then the unbridled joy of happiness i am displaying in the above picture tells you that the exercise bike is the way to go. especially one of these posh ones, even though it has an abstract, la-de-dah, poncy name. 

why is an exercise bike the best for keeping fit? mostly, it has to be said, it's the legs what do the business end of getting you in shape (or "fewer unhealthy") with little or no involvement of arms or upper body for that matter. as you can see, that leaves you free to enjoy a nice cigarette or two, pedalling away with no a care in the world. one major (and i mean major) plus of these fancy exercise bikes is that someone has gone done welded a tablet thing to it. that means one can watch a nice bit of porno or similar whilst exercising, and of course smoking. there is no down side here. 

keeping fit probably means having a different, sort of healthy diet too. let me help you with this, in the above. no doubt, or undoubtedly, you have heard the term "have your five a day". if you have no idea what that means, fear not, for no one is sure, they just repeat the mantra to look trendy. well, as it happens, the knickerbocker glory, available at select restaurants, has at least five (5) different sorts of cream, or ice cream, in it. going further there's also a raspberry or strawberry on top. indeed greens are important too, and you can see some sort of green leaf in (or on) this. one can very easily look at it and then set it aside to enjoy the very (presumably) healthy rest. 

do you have to do the "thumbs up" when you engage in any of the above? not really. that just seems to be my signature trademark move for all of this, signifying that it's all good, or what have you. but, well, feel free to do so if you wish. 

right, that's probably enough advice for one session. hope this has helped, somehow. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

advance australia fair

g'day

continuing the oddly and purely unintentional international feel to this blog this month is a celebration of australia. well, the day today (of publication) is Australia Day, look you see, so why not. 

by no means is this "list", or feature, or simple blog post, intended as a definitive guide to things what are class, or ace, off of the place. far from it. there are too many things to place in such a document in relation to the time i have available. here are just a few things what came to mind when i considered the subject. and let us not forget it was some 40 (!!!!) or so (!!!!!!) years ago that i composed what has come to be regarded as the ultimate, greatest and most comprehensive "book" on the subject of the country. indeed you can read that one, right here. quite surprised i have never been approached for the film rights, but no matter. 

so, then - 

THE KOALA BEAR

magnificent creature this one. gets to spend its entire life hanging about in mighty trees, living off a diet of (mostly) eucalyptus. oddly, yes, i did indeed try to emulate this at one stage, and it was pure bliss. also, just how cute it is remains an excellent trick of deception. they are vicious, and if angered can rip a mere human to shreds in seconds with its amazing claws. do not f*** with them. 

STARSTRUCK (STAR STRUCK)

some might (or may) have expected me, reasonably, to quote Mad Max 2 when making reference to cinema out of australia. but, no. this motion picture shall forever remain dear to my heart. it's a wonderful, fun, charming, witty beautiful story, with an astonishing soundtrack. sadly it also remains buried in "rights and ownership hell", so presently there is no official release of the film or the soundtrack in the present day. worth seeking a pirate, and i am sorry to say that, for i wish all and everyone in the world could go and buy this gem. 

JASON DONOVAN

pure quality. great singer, gifted actor, tremendous artist, all around nice bloke. more like him in the world and the world would be a much, much better place. i know this is a shout out he shall never ever hear, but cheers Jase, you are fair dinkum a truly top bloke. 

DENNIS LILLEE

here as a representative of all great australian cricketers, but also he was something else. when he effectively broke his back, shattering a number of vertebrae, he insisted that doctors and physios worked out how to fix it and get him back bowling, just so he could take more English wickets. that he by all accounts was in absolute agony was, to him, irrelevant. Dennis Lillee is one of the gifted, cultured types who(m) understand that The Ashes are the be all and end all, and absolutely anything else in life is secondary. far too often it is so we English have insulted the australian sense of pride and dedication to cricket by sending absolute sh!t over to get slaughtered off of them.

THE VIDEO FOR LET'S DANCE OFF OF DAVID BOWIE

a video what got (somewhat) celebrated in (glorious) retrospect for being a very big and very clear statement about the inequality faced by the indigenous people of australia, all at a time when few if any were talking about it. but, showing my perpetual immaturity, mostly selected here for that bit where Bowie stands in the desert, pretending to play the Nile Rodgers guitar bit, wearing white gloves presumably to scare off any funnel web or red back spiders. also snakes and what have you.

MENTAL AS ANYTHING

instinct, of course, saw me wish to celebrate Split Enz, but that would cause some disrespect to New Zealand, from whence the heart of that band came and belongs. as fate or some grand plan decreed i happened to be in australia when this group hit it big, with songs like Too Many Times and If You Leave Me Can I Come Too being played on repeat. a few years later, i am back in England, and they gone done hit it really, really, really big with Live It Up off of Crocodile Dundee, a brilliant, uplifting and truly astonishing slice of pop music brilliance. 

straight up and straight out apologies if your favourite thing what is australian has not been mentioned here. please refer to the earlier disclaimer. or don't, up to you. 

be fair dinkum to each other, i reckon. 

calendar

heya

it has, from what i recall, been a good few years since i last did any sort of updates on what calendar i might be using. could be two years, or as many as three, look you see. presumptuous moi perhaps, but i had assumed that all in sundry in the world would have found a more better way (of greater efficiency) of procuring calendar information than mulling through my blog. 

this isn't really a return (as such) to regular calendar updates. rather, well, just a fortuitous one. today, being of the date published, is the official commencement of the Chinese New Year. this feels a bit strange, for i am kind of used to such dawning in February. no matter. it is, for them, now the Year Of The Rabbit, which kind of ties in with my new calendar. 

after some deliberation, and indeed meditation, on the matter i elected to purchase a British Wildlife calendar for the year this year (2023). in no small part was this down to a hedgehog being proudly on the cover. but, as you can surely see in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode above, the images on the calendar have commenced with a lovely mountain hare. yes, true, i know, a hare is not a rabbit in that it has a different name, but this magnificent creature is at the very least rabbitesque. more pedantic types are welcome to argue this should it make them feel better. like, you know, them type what argue about what is and what is not a mountain, or similar such (mass) debate. 

what does it being the Year Of The Rabbit mean for both (or either) the Chinese New Year and the parts of the world which are not China? no idea. probably, likely a considerable amount in China, but not as much to the rest of the world, in particular the so-called "west", as it would have done in the 70s. and even then, not so much. 

let me kind of (quasi) explain. a defining feature, or characteristic, of the 70s was the immense interest in all things zodiac, astrology and what have you. at least so far as the dating scene was concerned. with no internet thing to look up the truth, as it happens the overall majority of men, when trying to engage in a relationship with a lady, stated that they were of course born in the Year Of The Dragon, for that was clearly the coolest sounding one. a rather small percentage said Year Of The Cat, for it made them sound more sensitive, but the decade wasn't really a time for sensitive men. have a look at the moustaches what most gents had, see what i mean. 

up above is a clearer image of the calendar for anyone who (for some reason) wishes for such, with the mountain hare doing a pretty decent job of avoiding the flash off of my camera welded to a phone. 

have i ever claimed to be Year Of The Dragon, for dating reasons or any other purpose? no. despite the rumours and lies and stories they made up, i really do throw straight dice, in a simple way. for what value or meaning it has, i am Year Of The Ox. but, that said, i do have Year Of The Dragon on video (disc), if that assists. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

muppet lego gamble

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just another foray into the world of my excessive, if not quite reckless, purchasing habits. and even then, in the grander sort of grand scheme of things, excessive might be contextually be a, well, excessive way of referring to it, look you see. further, it's not like this was a complete random buy, for i have wrestled with the idea of buying this (or these) for a bit. 

what. exactly? pretty much as the title gives every indication, some muppet based lego. to elaborate on this, i mean some lego sets which are made in the shape (or form) of muppets. well, when i say sets, it's not like those big massive things what lego make that take ages to build. just figures of well known characters from muppets. with no idea of which one(s) you might be buying. 

that was a main (major) issue with buying any of these. it has, for a while, been "trendy" to market select items as a "mystery purchase" lucky dip sort of thing. the idea, of course, is to generate some excitement behind buying the thing. well, no, the appearance of it. really this is done just to sell loads more than they normally would, for people wishing to get a full set or (like me in this instance) specific ones would potentially purchase more to get them (or it). clever, kind of. 

a movement, not very big or particularly vocal but still there, exists to try and cease this practice. they, the ones behind this movement, argue that the practice of doing this is nothing more than gambling. one is, after all, expected to hand over money with no formal assurance of what they shall get for it. when you think about it, they are very much right. it may well seem innocuous (absolutely not innocent), buying a surprise toy, but then there's the issue. assuming things like this are aimed at a younger market than moi, and they very much are when they do these "surprise bag" things on video games, it is instilling a sense that gambling is fine, and worthwhile. just put a bit more money in and you may well get what you want next time. 

by some remarkable good fortune, as it happens i did get what i wanted on my first purchase. as in it was so that both turned out to be characters i wanted. let me make it clear, yes, generally i rather like the muppets, but no i am not an excessive fan of them. there are some characters i very much like a great deal more than others, and i kind of had a shortlist of ones i would like to get. four in particular, and as it happens, as you can see in the image above (presented, of course, in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode), i was fortunate enough to get two of them. 

indeed a clearer image is below (if you haven't scrolled already), but there was much delight and merriment when i found that i have obtained (procured) Swedish Chef and Animal. of these two, well, like many i suspect Animal is my all time favourite. the other who what i would have liked, or been happy with? of course that would be Beaker and/or Professor Bunsen. 

shall i be pushing my luck to try and get them two? highly unlikely? in the grand scheme of things cost, value and what have you are relative, as mentioned earlier (i think). but, come on, £3.49 per packet for one (1) figure is ultimately a f*** lot of money for what you get. sure, it's the lego brand, which means quality, and i dare say licensing muppets i not a cheap exercise. but that's rather major coins to be taking what is a gamble with. i could, for instance, have spent that money and ended up with two (2) Kermits, or a similar (exact) number of Miss Piggy figures. certainly, sure, they are iconic figures, but just not two that have any particular interest for me. sorry. 

do i have time, or space, to do a moan? sure i do, it's my blog. oh dear. many uses of language irritate and upset me in this world. few, however, grate as much as when our friends in America insist on adding an "s" to lego to create a plural. no, no, no, no, no, no. you could say lego bricks, or lego sets, even lego pieces (to mix up italics us a bit), but not the word lego. that is a brand name, and so should not be made a plural. as much or as fond as the Americans are as giving commercial ventures some mock or quasi sense of personality trait. just how their world and economy works, alas. 

exactly what is it that i shall be doing with these smart looking lego figures? not a particular great deal, i suppose. mostly the fun was in opening them up, going "yes" when i found that i had ones i wished for, and then putting them together. after that, well, showcasing them here is about it. yes, i have them on display, as such, in my place of exile. it's not like i get all that many visitors to show them to, and even if i actually did get visitors, well, i don't think i'd be saying "would you like to look at my lego". but then again, also i might. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

quickly read novels

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well, what can i say, another two (2) novels read in quite quick time. much like the title says, look you see. in part, yes, this is down to me having some free time available to read, what with me taking some leave off of verk over Christmas. and New Year. but, also, as was the case with a novel last time, every now and then you are fortunate enough to pick up a novel that you find it difficult to put down, and certainly don't wish to ever end reading. i got lucky with this. 

as usual, then, an image of the 2 (two) novels what i most recently read, and some vague, spoiler free comments. after that we (should you continue reading) are in the territory where *** POSSIBLE SPOILERS *** are a realistic possibility. been warned, you have. 

from left to right, being in the order what i gone done read them, The Silver Serpent is (yet) another tale of adventure featuring the improbably still (in fiction) alive Ben Hope, off of Scott Mariani. this one was much, much better than the last two (possibly three, but my memory does not stretch so far), but note that not too great an effort would be needed to do so. after that it's Project Hail Mary off of Andy Weir. my solid advice to you, if you have not read it, is to stop reading this, stop doing anything at all except to procure a copy and read soonest, for it is superb. 

so yes, then, a fairly recent (i believe this was the early 2022 one) Scott Mariani novel. provenance, i suspect, will have been Tesco, where they shall have sold it to me at a reduced price either due to me buying it with a particular newspaper, or via my "club" membership. another one came out recently (he seems to produce two a year), which of course i got but then used that as a sort of "oh yeah" prompt to read this one. 

plot? sigh. after getting totes completely and utterly busted up physically in the last adventure, protagonist Ben Hope is off to see his (uber rich) sister on a much earned, likely very much needed holiday. and then he gets a call that a relative of a colleague has gone missing in Australia, and so he asks his sister to have a borrow of her massive corporate jet, and so off he and the colleague what has a missing relative go to Australia, where they find a mystery to solve, with some shady villains and a good deal of violence. for an unusual change in the Ben Hope world of Scott Mariani novels (and i did have kind of a spoiler warning there for you) some sex, too. kind of. it's mostly just implied, or suggested, but still. 

it was all the way in, or as far as, page two (yes, 2) of this novel when i had a quite ill feeling. there was evidence that this novel was likely to be a poor reading experience. care to see the evidence? sure -

ostensibly i would expect a novel, published and in my hands, to have gone through not only the author but also a proof reader and/or an editor. and yet this clanger, which i cannot bring myself to type, made it all the way through to the printed page. disappointing. is this something which annoys me? well, everyone i know of knows that if for some reason they wish to see me get quite cross, and possibly punch them in the face (like how Shatner did to Iman in Star Trek VI), this is the phrase to say to me to trigger such. should one understand the word "revert" then one knows that the word placed after it here is entirely pointless, if not redundant.

leaving that aside, actually this wasn't bad, as mentioned earlier. reading any Ben Hope novel requires a more massive suspension of disbelief than would be required for most novels, and with that in place this is one of the better adventures. bonus points for getting Aussie quirks mostly correct, in particular their proclivity to use the word "reckon" with odd frequency. 

story and action wise, for one probably only reads these novels for lashings of the latter, it is rather good. there is some over-simplification of, say, several thousands of years of culture, but still, enough is presented to let the tale move along. what left me most baffled was the use of silver as the desirable object here. sure, it's worth something, but there are other things what could be found in the ground that are worth a great deal more. presumably the wish for the alliteration in the title made the choice. yeah, enough here to make me say "go on then", as in i will continue picking up and reading these novels. well, what else would i do with my time. 

not sure, entirely or exactly, but i think what happened (and this shall do for the provenance) when i saw Project Hail Mary on the shelf at Tesco is that i went "oh f*** yeah" and bought it irrespective of the price. this shall have been done purely on hardwired memories of just what a great read the novel The Martian was, whilst also leaving to one side any thoughts of how, after that one, Artemis was somewhat disappointing. indeed i did bump reading this one "up the list" or along the queue of things i have sat here waiting to be read. and it did not disappoint. 

to the plot, then. i would love nothing more than to just write "a man wakes up unsure where he is" and leave it at that, as in leaving it for you to discover the wonders of this novel. alas, i think by now all shall be aware, like the previous two (2) novels off of Andy Weir, this one has a science fiction theme. so yes, he wakes up in a spaceship, but to be fair he doesn't know where it is, or why it is where it is, or why he is there. let me leave it at that, and if you can keep it as that's all you know going into it, well, you are in for a tremendous treat. 

how fondly i recall reading The Martian. i remember ranting and raving to my (at the time but alas, no more) (considerably) better half (at that time in history) how it was wonderful, and remarkable that i had read over 100 pages in one go, with the majority of those pages consisting of tales of potato farming. granted, true, potato farming with a difference but still. happily, merrily, for different reasons it is very much so that reading Project Hail Mary brings back such a feeling. 

exactly how plausible, or realistic any of this novel is (as in where science fiction meets science fact to compare notes) i don't know, or care, about. this is an unashamed, unbridled, brilliantly, wonderfully feel good, uplifting read. i grew irrationally fond of the characters in the book, and whenever i put it down, normally to go to sleep, i felt sad, for it was like i was leaving some of the most interesting people (ahem) i'd ever encountered. please, please, please give serious consideration to reading this novel, for as far as i am concerned the life of anyone who does shall be better for doing so. 

well, not really much in the way of a direction for me to go after that last (previous) statement. once again just glad that i read Project Hail Mary, and hope that if absolutely nothing else then all anyone anywhere out there takes from me is the advice to read it. 

up next is likely that second novel ostensibly written by (or at least attributed to) Bill Clinton (that one) and James Patterson. the latter appears to publish a novel a week. highly likely that further reading adventures shall take a bit more time, for holiday is (at the time of writing nearly) finished, and thus back to verk i must venture. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

long way from home

howdy pop pickers

well, another January 10, with this one being of 2023, look you see. time, then, to remember, or recall, or just mark the date of when i got to go see the greatest of them all, Frankie Goes To Hollywood. 

for, i think the last 3 (three) instances of this i have placed up a bootleg recording off of the actual gig, with one of each year featuring one of their three (3) number ones. this year something different, then, in the form of a review of the gig. 

not sure exactly where i borrowed this from, but thanks to who(m)ever it was. 

actually, or for what it's worth, i can indeed (vaguely) recall reading this very review at the time, back in 1987. which seems such a long way away. 

perhaps this subject, as in celebrating anniversary of gigs of distinction, has now well and truly been exhausted here. should you want proof (or evidence), go right ahead and check out any post i have made on Jan 10, July 1 or November 5 of most years..........

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

enter the shaq

greetings

and so to yet more musings on the subject of footwear. it was so, fairly recently, that i felt a need to procure some new shoes. my main (or primary, look you see) pair, purchased with some fanfare off of the wastelands of Southend, eight or so months prior to this post. whereas they remain reasonably serviceable, i felt it was time for a new pair. 

but this was no vanity purchase. despite not being totes busted a substantial amount of the grip, or tread if that is the correct word, off of my previous pair had worn off. some may argue such is not all that much of a problem, and wanting a decent level of steadiness whilst walking just makes one a big fanny. perhaps this is true, but with the icy conditions of late i shall take the accusation. 

i would say that them Sketchers i previously bought were just fine. exceedingly comfortable and did all what i asked of them, except for the tread thing. getting another pair struck me as the likely best way to go, based on comfort and cost. but then the subject of getting some new shoes came up in conversation with my good friend Codename Magic, and he was most enthusiastic about me trying Shaq shoes.

yes, as in the Shaq, the one out of the class computer (video) game Shaq Fu, and i think he gone done some films and did some basketball stuff too. on the basis of the latter it would have been so that, had i been asked, i would have taken it as a given that he had some trainer (or "sneakers", if american) endorsement deal, but no, i was unaware that he had his very own brand or product. 

my chum told me the story behind the shoes. indeed Shaq did have some mega deal with some company what made shoes. however, an encounter with a parent, frustrated at the cost of the end product of this, led to him deciding to make a more affordable line of shoes, figuring making them accessible to his fans was the right thing to do. fair play, and on the basis that he gone done them in my size i was happy to support such a lovely story. 

how are they? well, they are not too bad. i would not say they are the greatest things what i have ever placed on my feet, but rather likely they are some distance away from being the worst. getting used to the higher up back part, i think "ankle section", has been a challenge. from memory i think i had some trainers like this back in the 80s, when all things American looked smart and we, the kids, wished to wear them. 

whereas i appreciate all shoes require some "breaking in", so to speak, these ones felt particularly rigid and tough. hard, if you will. it took a few days of some solid walking, for instance, to get the left one to not be as painful as it could be. at first i thought the plastic (or what have you) vent thing on them was cutting in, perhaps as a design or manufacture mishap, but after a week or so (five days, maybe) it appears to have become more flexible. unless of course i busted it, but it looks like it should. 

certainly it is so that they are predominantly white. perhaps this is an indication of me spending far, far too much time in Essex of late. now that i think, over the Christmas just gone i did find myself having that wretched EastEnders show on the tele, if only via not bothering to change channel. perhaps i am slowly turning into one of them soft southern types. let me order a pint of shandy somewhere, see if i like that. my alternate choice were a black pair. these would have been bought, except the whole heel was some sort of red gel thing. presumably this is in place for some form of absorbing pressure or what have you, but i simply did not like it. 

should i find myself in downtown Los Angeles (man) wearing these, then indeed i am aware that i shall by default be considered a member of the "Blood" community. my understanding is that they pledge allegiance to that social club with some red on their clothing. i think their rival club, the Crips or how one spells it (not Crisps, but hello, Faye) favour blue. as it happens no, i do not have any plans to find myself in this predicament, or situation, but yes, i am aware of where my loyalty shall have to be if, in unexpected circumstances, i end up there. 

provenance and outlay? i got these off of that nice Mike Ashley fellow via his forum, Sports Direct, with a low cost, as was promised. just 5p south of £30, for the specifics. quite a satisfactory purchase, overall, and i am happy to have become an accidental ambassador for the Shaq. doubtful that he would be proud to have me describe myself as so, but also unlikely he would be upset. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wǒ tā mā gānggāng kànle shénme

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a thing what i am quite prone to do is to browse charity shops and purchase discs. this, by no means, is because i am short of discs. far from it, look you see. partially yes, i do have a wish to donate to help others, but mostly, if i am honest, it is in the realms of addiction as to why. 

for the most part (or mostly) i try to limit purchase only to those discs i may have an interest, or preference, in actually watching, or indeed listening to. but, every once in a while, i shall take a bit of a chance on something. saying taking a gamble is not right, for ultimately a charitable donation has been made, so what i get out of it is secondary. yet also, i suppose, i could get a "win" by procuring something particularly special. 

not really, not really, no. that would mostly, if not overall, be my answer to any questions you may have as to whether or not i feel, or believe, that i "scored" a smart disc. or even an interesting one. undoubtedly what i have will be of interest to someone somewhere, just not me.

what, exactly, was i hoping for? let us be honest here, a nice bit of filth. nothing too graphic or sordid, perhaps, but still, something quite nice on the eye. instinctively i knew it would not be so, for all the artwork gave every indication it would be some incomprehensible (dull) asian or oriental (forgive me if the latter is no longer socially acceptable) musical thing, but still i took a chance for 19p. 

so yes, then, some sort of stage production, be it musical or opera, off of "the east", which i don't think is a term likely to cause offence. far east is how i think one normally refers to it, but who knows if that now causes some distress somewhere. 

please don't ask me what it's called, let alone what it is about, for i have no clue. from what bits i watched the best i can do for you is suggest it is about one dude dancing around, then one lady dancing around, and then a slightly younger lady (i think) standing around not dancing. i would speculate, or just guess, that later on the third cast member also does some dancing. and singing. 

as very nearly all of the text available on the box and disc is in a language i do not understand, no, then, i have no clue to the name. the only bits in english (as such) are the quasi copyright warning notice going around the circumference of the disc itself. beyond the usual warnings that unauthorised use of the disc is prohibited (actually "paohibited" is what it says), the only clue to provenance is that it is from the dong fang hong audio & video co ltd. 

by the way, some of you may (and many of you will not) be interested to know that this disc is what they call a "video cd". does what it says on the box, mostly, which means that it is a compact disc what plays video instead of audio, but it is possible to make a "hybrid" of both audio and video on such a disc. at least i think it is. maximum amount of video you can get on it is more or less limited to that 80 minutes which most music discs offer. different from a dvd, or blu ray, then, where one can compress and compress the video to lower qualities, but get more minutes (or hours) of footage on. since most films had to be placed on two or three (or more) discs, not, this format didn't really take off. 

exactly what shall i end up doing with this curious (kind of) video cd? not much in the immediate future. quite likely that i will simply throw it out at some point, unless for some reason anyone i know of wants it. or perhaps i shall post it to someone at random, such as a member of parliament or an accredited member of the press, for instance, just to see what (if anything) they make of it. 

could be Korean, or Japanese, i suppose, really don't know. but i suspect not. 

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