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[2/22/2002]
I was chatting with Fido on Yahoo today, the backend of it is that we used to have a code when the phone line wasn't secure. It went somethng like this:
Man, some of us never grow up.... It's not funny to you, but right now, I can't stop chuckling. ....I'd trade my adult freedom for a glimmer of my youth.
[2/21/2002]
My favorite movies.... (Because 1. I had writer's block, and couldn't think of anything else. 2. I almost finish this post, then forgot to save before closing the browser.)
Top Gun Although it's probably no longer numero uno, it is the first movie I think of when people ask the fav. flick question. I believe I saw it something like 7 times at the cinema. I could at any given time, recite any bits of the dialogue, and would do so, just because I could. I'll admit I snuck in to the theaters several of those times. It woulda been worth getting caught too. Highlights: aerial cinematography and Cruise on the Ninja. It's partly why I ride. Braveheart My generation of the Epic Film. When you think about it, it's probably the ultimate date flick. Romance, tears, and chopped-off limbs. It's a his-and-hers movie, really. Highlights: when the wife's throat was slit, I was so shocked it almost made me cry. Ditto when the little girl tore away from her mother's hand, and gave the flower to young William. Hey, I'm a man through and through, but a guy can only take so much.... ~sniff. Die Hard Although the francise as a whole stank, the 1st movie is the most classic hide-and-seak action flick of all time. Highlights, action sequences rival the best of Jacky Chan / Indiana Jones. Just when you think it couldn't any worse for our protagonist.... Aliens The second one, okay?? If that movie didn't make you wanna pee like a toddler in diapers after a full bottle of juice, I dunno what would! It is by far the definitive action sci-fi movie for me. Highlights: Watching the motion-sensor machine guns rapidly deplete in ammo count as the (unseen) aliens advanced in the tunnels. S U S P E N S E. Leaving Las Vegas Lookit, I don't cry for anything. Nudda. But that movie almost did it. We're talking quivering lips, butt clenching near-tears and everything. This movie represents true romance from a guy's standpoint. Oddly enough, most women don't understand it. I'll explain it sometime, over hard liquor. But to say that true love equates absolute acceptance, well that sums it up nicely. Highlights: Watching Cage's character self destruct, and just being pulled along, with nary a way to stop it. Ferris Bueller's Day Off Every adolescent's perfect fantasy. Oh to skip school and just enjoy it.... Calling in sick to the boss just ain't the same. Highlights: Pretty much the whole movie. The Breakfast Club Brat Pack at its finest, it just doesn't get any better for Gen Y(uppies). If there was one movie that can span the generation gaps, this would be my vote. I mean, until the old folks see the movie, they couldn't have remembered what it's like to be an uncool kid, trying to survive high school. Highlights: the "Crazy artist" chick using dandruff as snow. That screams tortured soul like "I'm cutting off my ear!" Crimson Tide Denzel and Hackman, two of my favorite actors who's full names need not be spoken; sharing screen time. Trapped in a submarine, poised to start WWIII. They've each had better individual performances, but combining the two really made the movie stellar. Plot wasn't shabby either. Highlights: Realizing that Denzel went to the Al Pachino School of Acting. Down trodden self-reflection, mixed with manic screaming. Fellow graduate: Bruce Willis, although he's added the cynical chuckle into his reportoire. Carlito's Way Most would argue that Scarface is the Pachino flick, but Carlito's Way was his re-emergence into the movie-going public's consciousness. No body acts desperate bravado like Pachino can. Highlights: "You think you big time? Well, you're gonna die, big time." Lord of the Rings Forget about paying homage to the book, or to the story itself. The technical skill involved in shooting and acting is cause for an Oscar. When you realize that almost every scene onscreen is using CG of one form or another, you appreciate just how much love was given to massaging this movie to be much more than what Star Wars Episode 1 could ever become, even with a reshoot. Highlights: Liv Tyler's lips. If there was one person I wanted to kiss at the time.... I'd give up quite a bit for that chance. Just seeing my childhood reads come to life is a close second. I'm sure there are more, if I took time to think about it. But I promised myself I'd stop as soon as I had to do that. Anyway, I hope it shows I'm not just a one dimensional person. ....Thinking kills brain cells.
[2/20/2002]
So much for the sanctity of marriage. A certain "Kay Hammond" just put herself up for bid, in search of a husband.
I'm sorry, you're not ugly per se, but you're not worth �250,000. You're just not. Given the exchange rate of 2.3, that would be $575,000. I know plenty of better looking girls who'd be more worth the cash. Seriously. That is some messed up ju-jues. Heck, I could get myself a decent house, furnish it up to the ying yang, and I'd still got money to burn. ....publicity stunts suck.
[2/19/2002]
I know it's a little late, but I finally bothered to edit and post my Chinese New Years pix. So, go on, have yourself a laff mates, I know you want to.
You know what I absolutely do not miss? Taking the bus in winter.
I remember back in the day, when cold was -20 degrees, before windchill, huddling in a too-thin winter jacket, no gloves, no scarf, no hat. My jacket's collar would be flipped up, with my chin scurrying as close as possible to my collar bone, trying to retain what little heat I had from shivering. I can still imagine freezing in the bus shelter, all alone, waiting for the last bus. The draft howling from below the shelter legs and its too wide opening would deafen my earsdrums and chill the lobes. My eyes would lock onto every bright set of lights coming my way, praying that it would be the bus that never seemed to come fast enough. Of course, you'd look for the brightest lights, since they were most likely the bus. I'd inwardly curse at the smaller lights, which invariably would be cars. Ever so often, I would be fooled by a Mac truck or a really big 4x4. Blast it! The worst is when the bus comes, but it's either out of service or the wrong one. That stank the most. Nothing makes you feel colder than when you see a bus go swooshing by. Actually, it's worse when you just miss the bus. That sucks even more, now that I think about it. Ugh. I've silently vowed to myself that once I was able to get a car, I'd no longer allow anyone I knew without one to walk to the bus stop ever again. I've kept up my vow. Even if it's out of the way, I don't really mind. I thank my lucky stars each time I drive by a bus shelter full of people. ....gets me cold just thinking about it.
[2/18/2002]
Women, I know how you feel, and I sympathize with you all.
PMS sucks, I know this first hand. I think that's what I had on the weekend, a big case of PMS. I had cramps like you couldn't believe. It was hurting so bad, I thought it was a case of the runs. Even took some of that pink liquidy meds that taste like chalk. No help. Hurt like the dickins. I mean, to be any worse, I'd have to be locked into a room with Marilyn Manson and Martha Stewart together, one constantly wiggling his/her asexual crotch in front of me, while the other trying to teach me to make lobster bisque with a paper bag and tomato paste. And believe me, there's no way I'm taking cooking lessons from a guy named "Marilyn". I also had a headache like an avalanche bearing down on an anorexic. I know I shouldn't be making fun of them, but what they gonna do? Go on a hunger strike?! Okay, it was just a horrible weekend, with constant cramps and aches. But now I feel better. Good enough to make fun of the less fortunate again. ....Pretty Much Sucked. |
