I'm back from the dead like that guy in that movie.

I'm back! Yes, I'm back. After a giant year of filmmaking, rent-paying and malnutrition I've decided to continue this wonderful blog; to once again pick up the metaphorical pen and begin writing again. You see, I originally began this blog to keep track of my life, so in twenty years we can all look back (and by we I mean me) and say 'What a crazy path to international stardom that young girl had!' and 'If he did it so can you!' etc etc. So I believe a recap is in order...

2010 has been the biggest year of my life. I've made amazing friends, met the strangest people, discovered Melbourne in all it's cultural and ridiculously arty glory, evaded tram fines thrice, received tram fines twice, stumbled across Savers, bought shitloads and I mean shitloads of clothing, ate more dumplings, sushi and BBQ Pork Won Ton Noodle Soup than is healthy, drank the equivalent to a small ocean in skinny lattes (don't judge), bought and killed five goldfish - in order of death - Kubrick, ( a week - loneliness) Oprah & Gail (Former from the superstrong filter, latter from her broken lesbian heart), Thursday (may have had to die for the sake of a film...) and Friday (the star of the film who survived seven days and OD'd due to overexposure to the paparazzi/celebrity life/ etc - christened Brittany Murphy post-death), saw the Room three times, fell in love, fell out of love, became a vegetarian (which I have sustained enthusiastically against all odds - particularly my mother, who thinks I'm retarded), read books, like proper, amazing books, started a terribly lame endeavour to become a poet, ventured out of my box so often it became normal, stumbled home singing showtunes, had a two-week smoking phase that consisted mainly of bum-puffing and crazy nicotine rushes that still make me feel nauseous at the thought, doubled my DVD collection, survived on $20 for thirteen days, found two awesome housemates, saw a ballet (which was terrifying), saw Gandalf perform (which was long) and saw a transvestite singing Gaga (which was enthralling), had moments of beautiful clarity, cried for hours, talked for hours, slept for hours, lost my beachboy tan, forgot bin night more times than not, saw amazing films that changed my life, bought a Princess Leia bobble-head, a typewriter and a glass jug that has no use. And that's all outside of film school. So far I've made three films, one shit, one good and one that I adore, learnt amazing skills, had my confidence injected with some sort of heavily illegal steroid, talks from John Pierre Jeunet, Adam Elliot, Stephen Cleary and other respectably amazing people, learnt what the hell the 'white balance' button does on a camera, crewed on over twenty shoots, snuck on set of the Killer Elite for a day and more or less took another wonderfully paced step towards my future.


But above all that, in 2010 I found myself... I had to write it. But don't be fooled, I didn't find myself in the 'Julia Roberts travel around the world and eat pray love everything ever' sort of way, I found myself in the 'teenager moves away from home whose only option is to delve inside and find strengths he never knew he had while simultaneously falling in love with the world and life and humanity and buying awesome clothes' sort of way. And it's true, I knew this year was going to be big, but I could never have imagined the lessons I've learnt, the truths I've discovered and the beauty I've stumbled across in 2010. What a massive year.


So as well as returning like John Farnham does every second year, I think this whole blog needs a bit of reinvention, and we're talking Madonna in 2000's reinvention, and not that Cowgirl/Double-Denim shit, we're talking Ticking Clocks and Pink Leotards baby, so in light of that, I will be redesigning a tad, for the new year and also because we're all a bit tired of this blue on black thing.


I'll make sure to have some screenshots up of my last films. At the moment I'm editing my major production; Universal, a series of shorts about LOVE and not death or sex or incest or anything of depressive nature, so once it's all wrapped up and looking beautiful I will put some stuff up. Unfortunately the Victorian College of the Arts doesn't allow it's film students to upload their films to YouTube or vimeo or whatever else the kids are using these days for free porn so chances are you will never see them, unless you really want copies and I would happily mail them too you. I'm also thinking of perhaps trying to get Universal into some festivals; I mean, it wouldn't hurt right? So we'll see what happens...


Anyway, I know I've been gone for a bit and it may take some time to win you all over again but Daddy's home and he ain't going out for no more cigarettes, if you know what I'm trying to say. Read Cannery Row by John Steinbeck and see I Am Love by Luca Guadagnino for a life changing combo of Californian nostalgia and Italian melodrama starring Tilda Swinton with a side of BLOW YOUR MIND CLIMAX, and listen to Washington for some lovely singer-songwriter Springtime tunes.

I love you all and will be back in no time.

The boy atomic.

Hello/Goodbye.

How funny that tonight is my last night at home. Not really funny, although actually, being 17 and void of travel, experience and just general life, I guess it does have a certain oddness too it. Independence. Oh god. On one hand I want someone to suddenly burst out and say they are coming with me, but on the other hand (and the this is the hand that is reserved for deep truths that may be hard to admit), I know I should, and can, do it on my own.


So I will.


This blog is probably going to be a short one. Just something to say goodbye for a bit. You see, the thing with studying full time at one of the most rigorous courses in my country is that I will have little free time to do much else. Of course I'll have free time but something tells me it wont be spent blogging, as much as I'd like it to be.


So to everyone who has followed this blog (the very, very few of you), thanks so much. It feels nice to know that someone reads what I write and that maybe I've made some sort of mark on you or perhaps opened your eyes to something cool.


Of course, my blogging life isn't over, just for a few months, perhaps a year, we'll see. I'm not finished yet, and if you're lucky, my blogging may transform to VLOGGING. Yeah, damn right. Stay tuned friends!

Until next time,




The Boy Atomic.


PS: I'll leave you with my Badass Babe of the Week. I cant think of anyone better then Audrey Hepburn and if you find yourself with a little spare time, hire out Roman Holiday, her first and very best film. Adios!

The Next Ten Years.

First blog of the new decade. I feel like I should do something real special, like giveaway all my favourite things, or write a song summing up the last decade or give everyone Happy New Year Hugs. But these things (even those supremely rare Happy New Year Hugs) couldn't really put to words how excited I am for the next ten years.


You see, yes, the world is screwed, yes, we're in economic crisis, yes, Miley Cyrus is annoying, but I can't help to feel so excited and expectant of this decade. So much will be happening in the next ten years and I can barely comprehend the things we will all do, the places we will go, the people we will meet. Chances are, most of my friends will be married, parents perhaps, and the world will be a very different place, but I'm no longer worried about it. I once was (see The Future blog), but I've come to realise that we all grow up, and age brings about new things, more amazing things for us to plunder. And plunder we will.

I don't have a New Years Resolution, as I never fulfill them (2007: Exercise. 2008: Get a sixpack. 2009: Get a girlfriend. Anyone who knows me, knows none of these saw fruition) so instead I have a single goal: To go crazy on the next ten years. Which I will. And I encourage all of you too as well. Lets make the next ten years the greatest, most exciting ten years the world has ever seen.

Lets take hold of everyday and make the most of it, meet new people, see the world, make our dreams into realities. 2010 is the beginning of an awesome decade.


I'm not actually sure why I'm in such a good mood, it may be the dangerous combination of Michael Buble, sunny weather, film school acceptance and strawberry milk (take that lactose intolerance!) but I'm hoping its contagious.


In other news, Nine comes out in two days and there are SO many amazing films coming out this year! Check out Salt, Angelina's latest spy/awesomeness film.




Matthew Vaughn's Kick Ass, about a boy superhero (not shown - that's a girl everyone.)





Iron Man 2! Even better is the fact that Scarlet Johansson is playing Black Widow, the meanest German ever.



Also The Road, based on the amazing book, starring Aragorn and a cast of cannibals!

Other films to watch out for include Michael Gondry's The Green Hornet, Inception, The Men Who Stare At Goats, Narnia; Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Prince of Persia and Alice in Wonderland. I'm sure I will vomit these all back up in later blogs, reviews and all, so be prepared.

Also, today's Badass Babe Award goes to Penelope Cruz. But why I hear you asking? Probably because she is one of the hottest women alive, she can sing (see Nine) and she makes out with Johansson like a natural (see Vicki Christina Barcelona). Please note: You are not a pervert if this picture holds your gaze for more then five seconds. Right?


Remember, the next ten years are going to top them all.

Adios amigos.

Bones, Drones and Emma Stones.

Holy mother. What a massive couple of months! It seems like the HSC was only yesterday, yet it's now only a few days from Christmas and I find myself, once again, unorganised and unprepared. But, truthfully, nothing can burst my bubble right now, not even the looming shadow of Father Christmas (wielding a sharpened candy cane and a big red sack full of explosives) because less then 48 hours ago I discovered that I have got into film school. Please, save your applause and your congratulatory words for another occasion. I have got so many in the past two days that I now have a head the size of Jupiter and cheeks burning from the increased amount of smiling.

But nonetheless, this is the best news I have ever received (even better then 'I guess I can do it for $3.50', and 'We won't have to amputate your left testicle'), and now begins the countdown to that daunting day where I ascend (or perhaps descend) to independence and move to Melbourne, all alone, with only the clothes on my back, a wallet full of stolen cash and a photograph of my one love, Stella.

Actually, it won't be like that at all, I just thought that sounded romantic. In fact, the day will more likely be full of tears and hugs and delayed confessions of love, but that's the way I expect it to be god damn it!

In other news, the coming weekend brings with it the production of a Tropfest short film. A lady friend and I got talking and it was eventually revealed that not only was I eager to get experience on film sets, but that she was a filmmaker and was making a Tropfest film! (For those of you who don't know what Tropfest is, its the biggest short film festival in Australia and gets applicants from around the world. To even get into the top 50 is a big deal, let alone win it.)

So she has given me a title (The 1st Ad: I yell 'Prepare for shoot!' 'Prepare for rehearsal!' 'Where's my god damn skinny mocha you useless whores!?' etc, etc) but really I am just there to watch, listen and learn. Which is going to be awesome and I'm excited to say the least. Add the fact that she is going to give me a reference to throw into my resume and this weekend looks to be a win/win for everyone.

Not me! Yells Tiger Woods. Meh, who even cares about you? Not me. Actually, on that topic, what an idiot.

End of topic.

In movies news, all the films I have blogged about in the past few months are coming out and surprisingly enough, its the films I didn't blog about that are stealing my attention and love. Films like Zombieland and Paranormal Activity have made a serious impact on me while Where The Wild Things Are seems to have slipped under the radar. Avatar is yet to be released, but everyday the anticipation seems to build, so I hope that it delivers all James Cameron has promised.

Peter Jackson's The Lovely Bones is also something I am excited for, purely for its family-friendly content (rape, murder and crazy dead girls.) But all sarcasm aside, it looks fantastic.

Peter Jackson rules for a huge number of reasons. He makes hawaiian shirts cool, he lost heaps of weight without going on The Biggest Loser and he made Lord Of The Rings but aside from all of that, he emerged from tiny little New Zealand, successfully made the biggest movies series EVER and has sparked a huge boom in films being made there. So in that way I guess he's a bit of a role model for me. And he should be for anyone thinking it's impossible to reach success from nonexistent places.

I've also decided to make a section called: My Badass Babe For Today as we all know I'm obsessed with girls doing hot stuff in movies. Today, the Badass Babe Award goes to Emma Stone.

Not only because she is stunning, an awesome actress (and good acting is hot) but also because she fires a pump-action shotgun like a natural badass. Check out her asskicking performances in Zombieland, The House Bunny and Superbad. In my opinion, she blows the skimpy pants off Megan Fox or any other Hollywood 'hotties'.

Last but not least, I bought the Star Wars original trilogy on DVD and I am going to sit down and watch them all in their remastered glory.

And it's not my fault if I then buy Princess Leia memorabilia on Ebay.

Oh yeah.

The I-Have-No-Idea-What-You're-Saying Smile.

So I constantly find myself baring witness to something I can only call awkward. It's a little thing I like to call The I-Have-No-Idea-What-You're-Saying Smile. We all get them. We all give them. But you'd be wrong in thinking this is a cheesy slogan from an 80's porno.

For you see, this smile is so offensive and so pitiful that it is absolutely and completely taboo. It is so shameful that no one ever mentions it. It's like when a bum comes up to you and swears rapidly in a foreign tongue; he's right there, but you're forced to ignore him or risk being stabbed/shot/choked/spat on or if you're really unlucky, followed for several kilometres until you jump into a moving vehicle to escape the foul-smelling hell he has beseeched upon you.

The common scenario for the I Have No Idea Smile usually begins with a friendly chat between two people - BUT WAIT - this is no friendly chat at all, as one of the persons has somewhere to be OR has more important things on the mind OR doesn't like the person they are chatting too. Ulterior motives one could say. So from the start this chat is doomed to end badly.

They begin to discuss something irrelevant and most probably boring as ass and then the desperate person who has entered this conversation with all intentions too leave fazes out and gives the I Have No Idea What You're Saying Smile and BOOM! - the revelation dawns on the other that they have just been the victim of THE SMILE.

All dignity you once had is out the door. The level of respect that person had for you drops to 'NONEXISTENT' and they come to one of two realisations: 1) They realise they must be boring and vow to never be boring again or 2) They realise they don't really like you that much anymore. Either way, this Smile is monumental.

But it is those of us who can identify the Smile and stop it in it's tracks that are the best off. You see, I'm a bit of a pussy and I avoid confrontation but if I'm ever given the I Have No Idea What You're Saying Smile I will most definitely say something along these lines: 'You have no idea what I just said do you?' or 'Oh my god, you cheap bastard, you're not even listening!' or 'You just smiled when I told you I almost had my scrotum amputated!' And trust me, that last line is used far more often then you think.

So I say we bring an end to all awkwardness that the Smile manifests. Instead, as a species, we should vow to always confront a person if they ever throw one at us, or perhaps (and this suggestion is probably less fun but morally right) actually start listening to people. But when has listening ever helped the world?

Never! Chants every deaf person in the world. I'm sorry, disabilities aren't funny. Except for that one where they turn into Elephants.

In light of this I have started a facebook group: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=166557059441&ref=mf - this way we can share our experiences and opinions on the I Have No Idea What You're Saying Smile.

I have also seen Terry Gilliam's The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus twice and it is brilliant and confusing and amazingly well made. I truly suggest you see it because not only is it Heath Ledger's final performance, it also stars Lily Cole, the most perfect woman in the entire world. I call dibs everyone.

She is a supermodel/actress/giant and she is generally amazing at everything. Also, I thought I might add an update to my film school quest. I got the interview. This is HUGE news. This means I can go down to Melbourne on the 19th and hopefully destroy the VCA and everyone in it. This is it guys. I'll be certain to give you a blow by blow recount when it happens which I'm sure you'll all really enjoy but if I get the feeling I'm getting any cyber I Have No Idea Smile's I will - probably do nothing.

Then again, I may hunt you down.

Until next time my darlings...

The Future.

Does the future scare you? I like to think it doesn't, I like to think I am excited for the future but in actual fact, yes, the future does scare me. I don't think it scares me because I'm afraid of death, or pain, or strife, that sort of thing is a definite in life and something we must deal with when the time comes, I think I am actually scared of the future because I'm afraid I won't like what I find.

It seems like everyone and everything in our world today is aiming for a 'big, bright future where all our problems are forgotten and all our needs are fulfilled!' but when I actually think about it, I don't want that. I mean, the first flying car has already been made and the other night I discovered I can watch live video feeds from hundreds of thousands of camera's all around the world (see Earthcam.com) yet this is not a comforting thought.

When I think about the depictions of the future in sci-fi films (Bladerunner, The Fifth Element, I Robot etc) I never ever think, 'oh, I can't wait to live in a world like that!' and I'm sure you'd agree, so why is every scientist and inventor in the world trying to create that? I like doing the dishes by hand, sleeping in a nice comfy bed, in a normal house that isn't just another claustrophobic block in the middle of a huge apartment complex and I like having the freedom to aspire and to travel and to explore the world and tests my limits.

It's a shame to see how much we've changed even in 100 years. When our parents were young you barely had to fill in a form to travel the world, yet nowadays we have to have more than enough money in the bank, and a green card and fit into a thousand different categories. In our grandparent's day they'd just get on a boat and sail wherever they pleased. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't particularly want to live in their day (although I do love tea and scones and pretentiousness) but on the other hand I don't want to live in the scary, hopeless depictions we see in films and books. I want to live now.

Would it be too naive of me to ask if the whole world could just stop growing? I mean, please by all means, continue finding cures to terrible diseases, but stop making space ships, invisibility cloaks (I kid you not) and nuclear weapons. Let's just have an international timeout.

But alas, I am no Barack Obama, just a kid of 17 looking for a good time, therefore what I say has no weight in the real world, but that doesn't mean it's not of any worth. I hope the human race takes heed of the many warnings we have been given across the last century, that we wont just be some species, on some planet that wipes themselves out, allowing other species from other planets to make documentaries about our sad demise.

Although I wouldn't mind seeing that.

In other news, The Sartorialist (an internationally renowned blog that photographs real people wearing awesome things) has released a book - and I want it. http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/

This blog is brought to you by freerice.com - every question you get right, 10 grains of rice is donated to a 3rd world country.

Best idea since Hermione Granger.

My Life & Nicholas Cage.

Of late I have noticed my blogs getting bigger and bigger and spreading to more and more topics. Not that it worries me, but I started this blog to show the few readers that I have my path to fame, fortune and all those other good things. You see I want to make films for the rest of my life and I want to do it well, so in light of this recent revelation, I shall update you on my aspirations and what I am currently doing to reach them.

First and foremost I am now a film-schooler-in-waiting, preparing to get an email any day now from the Victorian College of Arts, beckoning me to fly down to them and have an interview. For those who do not know, the VCA was the first film school in Australia and is the NIDA of film schools. This place is hard to get into but those who do reap the rewards. To get into the VCA I had to apply in August, receiving tests in September that I had four weeks to complete and send back in.

The first was a short story using one of these criteria: 'A Fresh Start' and 'The Travelling Companion' of which I chose A Fresh Start. My short story (800 words max, which is nothing making it hard to write in) told the tale of an office worker who lets his imagination get the better of him. The story was morbid, I will admit and may have ended with a black twist but nevertheless I am happy with it. The second test was a series of photo's using the criteria 'No Way Out' or 'Itching' of which I chose Itching, creating a semi-autobiographical tale of a boy itching to travel the world. The difficulty with this was I could only use 9 photographs, meaning each photo had to tell a tale of its own, building character, story and it had to have a unpredictable twist at the end.

My twist was not a bad one; I mean, I didn't want them to get the image I was a screwed up teenage boy with a penchant for writing deranged and gruesome stories did I? Even though I may be. So, with a need to prove I was a flexible creator, the boy leaves, suitcase in hand, finally leaving to fulfil his dreams, when he is stopped by the girl of his dreams. We then flash forward to show him with a family, aged and.... happy? Yes happy.

The moral of this story (I always have a moral; they rule) is as reassuring to me as it probably is to anyone; Even if you stray from your dreams, you can always find happiness. This is good thing to remember in case I end up living on the streets begging for money. You can find the series of photographs at my flickr here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theboyatomic/sets/72157622491988217/detail/

The rest of the tests were: a Statement of why I had to get into the course (not being modest but it kicked ass), a Resume of all film and film related things I had done and finally 2 Hypothetical Film Ideas I would like to make if I get in. Now, I would tell you those but they aren't copyrighted and I really do want to make them. Sorry guys.

Since then I have re-edited The Room, cleaning up what needed to cleaned up and really just tried to relax as much as possible. If I don't now, I never will. Since school is over I have also decided to follow in the footsteps of the great Baz Luhrmann and write a screenplay while I am young. Baz (we're on a first name basis) wrote his first film Strictly Ballroom while he was at NIDA and made it into a feature film when he finished. This is inspiring I guess and makes me want to do the same.

So that's that. I'm sorry if you are now lying dead before your computer. When your parents run in after calling you for dinner several times I'm sure they will look at what you were reading, and if they survive further than you I pray that they read this; I'm sorry for killing your child. There, that takes a load off of my mind.

In other news, most of the films I have blogged about are nearing their releases. Including Where the Wild Things Are, Avatar, Nine and 9. I promise to see them as soon as I can as to warn you or encourage you depending on my critique of them. Although, my words may be bias though as I am easy to please (just ask your mum), but seriously, all I need is a big screen, popcorn and that warm atmosphere of the cinema and anything that appears before me gets the thumbs up.

Unless that thing is Nicholas Cage.

I will admit, as much as I hate him, that is a great photo, really draws out his eyes.

Until next time guys...

Two Months Later....

So here I sit, sick and exhausted, on this cold, cold night, making the decision to actually blog once again. Its been two months guys so I guess a cliche line like long time, no see is in order. Maybe a why didn't you call? Or a where is my daughter you thieving bastard!? I'm joking, I know where she is.

I wonder what you have all been doing over the past few months? Tell me, I'm interested. My months followed the path of stress, stress, stress really, I handed in my short film (after leaping and pouncing catlike over the many obstacles it threw before me), did my trial exams, took a trip to Melbourne, applied to film school in Melbourne, effectively defended myself and brutally obliterated the army of tests they sent to prove my worth, finished year 12, had my formal (or 'prom' for you amero-canadians), partied, celebrated, studied, revised and got sick. But don't get the idea it was bad. Trust me, it has been a great few months. But now I must study for those ugly exams that are flying PowerPoint style towards me with horrible classical music accompanying them. And study I will.

I've also decided to post some photos of my adventures over the past few months as proof they exist and as a reasonable excuse as to why I haven't blogged. I am sorry, really. First off we have two of my favourite images from my film The Room. Just in case you forgot, The Room is about four teens who run away from reality into an imaginary place where all their problems are forgotten. The first image is from a scene where The Room shows its supernatural, random self by dressing the characters in Shakespearian, the second from the finale when they realise it is evilllll (cue spooky music and ghost cry).....



Here is the proof of my Melbourne visit:

Our final days of school:

And here is one of the only formal photos that survived my scrutinous 'Do-I-Look-Like-An-Absolute-Douchebag?' test. The stunning girl in the middle is Mel and my best friend Dan on the left:

But enough about that. I want to talk film and television now. Here is the list of films and shows I have watched over the past two months that I now recommend to you:

List of Films and Shows I Have Watched Over The Past Two Months That I Recommend To You

1. Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist - Yes I know, came out two years ago but it really is one of the greatest films I have ever seen. Truthfully. Do you know how hard it is to make it into my 'Greatest Films of I Have Ever Seen' list? Its almost as hard as the 'People I Want To Murder With An Axe In Particular Lady Gaga' list. This film is awesome, the dialogue, the content, the adventurous plot and the characters. Oh and the music. All in all this is a top film. See it.

2. Adventureland - This film was amazingly good. I entered extremely skeptical, seeming as I hate Twilight and everyone in it, but Kristen Stewart and her co-star Jesse Eisenberg were awesome. Add to that a good storyline and a sweet setting (in a theme park in the late 80's) and I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. Warning: May have overused teen angst themes, but what doesn't these days?

3. Atonement - Holy crap guys. I can't explain to you how good this film is. All I can say is see it. Now. Stop what you're doing, tell everyone you know to leave you alone, take the phone off the hook and watch it. You will be moved and astounded by its visual beauty and the awesome storyline.

4. Dan In Real Life - So, I'm have a confession and it goes something like this: I'm in love with Juliette Binoche. This film is rad. Steve Carrell and other awesome people (including Dane Cook and Miss. Binoche) star in this indie flick (of sorts) about a dude with three daughters, going back to his hometown for a big family gathering. Action ensues. Top film, be prepared to fall in love with Juliette. Favourite Quote: YOU ARE A MURDER OF LOVE!

5. Vicky Christina Barcelona - Self explanatory. This film is fantastic. A definite buy-before-you-see sort of film. Johansson is on par with her Lost In Translation days, Javier Bardem is excellent and Penelope Cruz is well - Penelope Cruz. Yes, this is a great film.

6. Gossip Girl - Okay, I think I've said it before but there is no judging on my blog. So all those evil thoughts you just sent my way were just destroyed by my automatic judge-sensing machine guns. Besides, this show is addictive as hell and even though in every episode this guy is dumping that girl and that girl is with this guy etc etc everyone is good looking, the acting is good, the clothing is amazing and the city is awesome so what more could you want? Watch it before you shut it down and I guarantee you will get hooked.

7. Glee - This show seemed to go off the rails in its pilot but surprisingly I think it may just pick itself back up. Sure the characters are predictable and two-dimensional and sure the show probably has a shelf life, but it is the first of its kind and the music is good so I think we should all help it out a little. If not, lets destroy it mercilessly but keep the concept alive - perhaps some aspiring teenage legend will come up with a better, long lasting idea for a musical TV show? Who knows....

8. Pushing Daisies - My brother always told me this was his favourite show and I never really took any notice. That was before I bought him the first season on DVD. This show is so well made. I mean it. Its about a pie maker who brings the dead back to life for a minute with a single touch but if they are alive any longer than a minute, they are alive forever and something of equal value dies in their place. Every episode, location and scene is stylised though ie. The pie shop is all in shades of green and the waitresses house is all in pink and white floral. ITS AMAZING. And INSPIRING. You must see it to understand how cool it is. So - see it!

9. 30 Rock - This has been my all time favourite show for quite some time so I just thought I should remind y'all about it as I love it more than I've ever loved a show. Tina Fey is a genius. The 13 Emmy's (or something crazy like that) prove it. Watch this show.

So that's my list. I know, its kind of small, but thats just your entree. There will be more. Unfortunatley as mentioned before I am sick and that means I am slowly dying inside as I type each word.......

Adios!