Radio silence courtesy of Greendot DSL. Been netless since Thursday last week, and it’s given me a chance to catch up with my reading, and also, to listen to a couple of albums. Here’s my current playlist: (and a bunch of crossed fingers hoping that the net’s up by the time I get home)
Archive for August, 2007
Mike Wieringo passed away August 12 from a heart attack.
Though I don’t know him personally, I knew him through his work. The comicbook community will surely miss him.
Happy birthday, you redhorse-chugging, symmetric-dimple-having, preschool-teaching teacher you.
On a side note, it’s been a full year since the magic started. Not that the skill has been fully-honed, it’s just that everyday’s a new day for discovery.
Saw this episode in Studio 23 from a couple years back.
Notice the diss on Joel Schumacher — hahaha!
“You don’t get it, son. This isn’t a trash heap. It’s an operating table. And I’m the surgeon.”
As much as I love the blue, red, white, three stars and a sun, we never got a show quite like this, plus, the intro to the movie depict the ‘joes in hyperbole! (In short, it’s so wonderfully ’80s!)
(P.S. When I was a kid, I never could figure out who “GI Joe” was with all ’em characters. Nagtataka din ako pano napunta dun si Sgt. Slaughter, e nasa WWF sya ‘non. Nung tumanda ‘nako, naisip ko din, bugaw (pimp, yeh!) ata si Destro, moonlighting as an arms dealer.
P.P.S. kras ko si Baroness, kahit noon pa.)
.. or “Live Free or Die Hard.”
It’s the roughest, toughest, baddest-ass, balls-to-the-wall action movie of the year so far.
Go see it!
(You’d have to wonder though, where do big-screen villains go for their henchmen needs? I mean finding henchmen who are as tech-savvy as they are, and with the same lack of a moral compass?)
(there was NO plan.)
Hearing your words quoted back at you somewhere between lunch and dinner (And why is there a brunch and no linner? Where have I heard this question asked before?) is still a funny thing. There’s just no defense.
You (not you, the reader, unless YOU’RE reading this) are the being for whom I count to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul. (A Dali reference, yeh) And I think that captures most of this afternoon. And there’s always room for growth, and trying to outdo myself all the time, and the thought that whatever it is I have to say, I would have to put into simple words. (Emotions are poorly served by the inadequacies of the written word (or my inability to put these words together anyway).)
I call it the best day in recent months. (P.S. I had a blast!)
(comic from xkcd)