Still finishing the 208 paper. This week i'll be done. I hope. Here's my new distraction this week...
the chair...it moved! it MOVED! hahaha
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Terminatrix Blues
Ang Kasiyahan ko ay nasa ulan...halina't ibuhos ang lungkot at karimlan...ako'y masaya't nakaantabay sa kadiliman at ulan...
Ayus.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
You Are What You Read
I'm still not finished with Lovecraft's Necronomicon but I find myself saddled with a number of additional books. Sale kasi sa Powerbooks so I just couldn't help myself...
A few days ago I bought Stephen Crane's The Red Badge of Courage and H. G. Well's The Time Machine. At 50% discount these were amazing finds. A weird scene unfolded when I was about to cash in my loot at the cash register: while I was gleefully handing in part of my allowance money for classic books devalued at half-price since apparently no one wants to buy them, the teenaged girl behind me was happily clutching a special edition Twilight book -- the one in the metal case that looks like a miniature version of lunchboxes we had in grade school. Oh, the irony...
Just today I bought America (the Book) by the writers of the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. I'm technically reading three books simultaneously.
A few days ago I bought Stephen Crane's The Red Badge of Courage and H. G. Well's The Time Machine. At 50% discount these were amazing finds. A weird scene unfolded when I was about to cash in my loot at the cash register: while I was gleefully handing in part of my allowance money for classic books devalued at half-price since apparently no one wants to buy them, the teenaged girl behind me was happily clutching a special edition Twilight book -- the one in the metal case that looks like a miniature version of lunchboxes we had in grade school. Oh, the irony...
Just today I bought America (the Book) by the writers of the Daily Show with Jon Stewart. I'm technically reading three books simultaneously.
"Dyinggel" Factor
I believe I have found a new personal standard for rating films -- the "dyinggel" factor. Movies that make me want to hold the urge to urinate until the almost inevitable moment rank high, while those movies in which I just take a leak at the slightest stirrings of my easily excitable bladder would be lower rated.
So far the films I have seen in the past few weeks have been highly rated by my bladder. In "District 9", I was able to abstain from peeing until the end credits. "Bruno" elicited the same reaction despite having drunk a large-sized iced tea drink. Another factor may have been the fact that the movie had been shortened by (very) apparent edits which eliminated entire scenes. F*king censorship sucks!
And though I very much wanted to bestow the same "non-peeing during the entirety of the film" honor on "Kimi Dora", the iced tea I consumed earlier while watching Bruno finally sounded its clarion call in my nether regions. Good thing it was almost toward the end. Eugene Domingo does a masterful comedic performance, and the movie itself stands as one of the better comedy films of this year -- featuring Miriam Quiambao in a masochistic role, a cockroach killing maid with an indestructible face, Dingdong Dantes acting geeky, a vomit-eating askal, weird-looking special effects, a farmer with incredibly fine skin texture, a hilarious and creative use of rifle laser sights, and the most good-looking catering service ever.
So far the films I have seen in the past few weeks have been highly rated by my bladder. In "District 9", I was able to abstain from peeing until the end credits. "Bruno" elicited the same reaction despite having drunk a large-sized iced tea drink. Another factor may have been the fact that the movie had been shortened by (very) apparent edits which eliminated entire scenes. F*king censorship sucks!
And though I very much wanted to bestow the same "non-peeing during the entirety of the film" honor on "Kimi Dora", the iced tea I consumed earlier while watching Bruno finally sounded its clarion call in my nether regions. Good thing it was almost toward the end. Eugene Domingo does a masterful comedic performance, and the movie itself stands as one of the better comedy films of this year -- featuring Miriam Quiambao in a masochistic role, a cockroach killing maid with an indestructible face, Dingdong Dantes acting geeky, a vomit-eating askal, weird-looking special effects, a farmer with incredibly fine skin texture, a hilarious and creative use of rifle laser sights, and the most good-looking catering service ever.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Prince...Yebah!
I've been looping Prince's "Gold" on my media player for days now. Prince holds the distinction of having penned and sung songs that alternately make you want to hit him in the face or induce such an experience that would make you go down on your knees to worship him.
The guitar solo in "Gold" is a killer. My personal definition of a good guitar solo is if it evokes the image of the entire song - nay, the universe even - in the throes of an intense, mind-blowing orgasm. At almost 8 minutes, the song delivers the goods and the guitar solo is one serious mindfuck. Really. Sayang lang at walang video ng Gold sa youtube...
Here's the once unnamed one giving us a taste of his mean axe-handling. Prince appears at the second half of the song but effectively steals the scene from the old fellows and the guy who looks like the vocalist of Suede. My, that red hat...
The guitar solo in "Gold" is a killer. My personal definition of a good guitar solo is if it evokes the image of the entire song - nay, the universe even - in the throes of an intense, mind-blowing orgasm. At almost 8 minutes, the song delivers the goods and the guitar solo is one serious mindfuck. Really. Sayang lang at walang video ng Gold sa youtube...
Here's the once unnamed one giving us a taste of his mean axe-handling. Prince appears at the second half of the song but effectively steals the scene from the old fellows and the guy who looks like the vocalist of Suede. My, that red hat...
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