and since it's been awhile

methinks it's time for another blog entry. for those of you who think that 'methinks' is slang, it ain't. it's old english, much used by the bard.


while i think up some more witty things to say here're a quick review:

movies

what time is it there [mandarin, french and english with english subtitles] : i liked the movie. it's a bit offbeat and doesn't have much in the way of sounds. there's no music and the dialogues are sparse. however, the film struck a strange chord of disquiet. there's a mood of bleak desperation waiting to engulf every character behind each frame. but they go on doing their own thing mechanically, without passion waiting for the day to end. but somehow in the middle of all of this, there's the element of hope. this movie is much better watched alone so you don't have to put up with "let's watch die hard instead" comments.

shower [korean with english subtitles] : this was about average. i suspect i've just become a bit cynical about the "son returns to father's small town existence and brings a bunch of changes with him". it's a little about re-discovering family and understanding the responsibilities you escaped when you left home. it was a bit maudlin in places and the narrative wasn't uniformly interesting. recommended if you have space on your netflix account and can't think of anything else to watch

and i now have digital cable. i have no clue how i survied this long without it. it's amazing - i could make love to my cable box. hbo on demand is a complete substitute for a social life. first there was halo and now there's hbo. soon there'll be halo2 and then my life will be complete.


in other news, i started guitar lessons today. since g was super mean to me and didn't allow me to borrow her #$*&#$ precious guitar i had to go with s to the guitar store and plonk down muchos money for a guitar. he was like a kid in a candy store.

the store had something called a "drums face-off" in progress. it was classic 8mile style. gangsta-style white boys with bandanas and living dead t-shirts banging away at the drums without a shred of musical ability between the lot of them. how do they all get to look this way? the girls were all, i repeat, all dressed in low-slung jeans that had to send tentacles upwards to touch hips and pink/red t-shirts. the other outfit of choice was a combination of a sweatshirt with sweatpants that had variants of the word booty on the seat of the pants. the objective being, i suppose, to get guys to look there and stay long enough to read what's there.

now ladies, here's a word of advice you can pass around from the ladkas against very decorated asses (lavda). if it's good enough to stare at, the words just get in the way. if not, someday we'll get round to suing for misleading advertising.


it's been a long week but the weekend's almost here. there's nothing a weekend of wild partying, smoking crack, chasing tail, hunting whale and cow-tipping won't cure.


moo?