Sharpening edges

“Credibility and trust are keys to lasting relationships. Lying erodes credibility and creates distance. When situations arise where lying seems to be the most expedient solution, the emotional cost factor can add additional motivation to find solutions that do not involve lying. Often with some imagination and a willingness to spend time thinking about the problem, satisfactory solutions can be found which do not involve lying. There are unquestionably risks to telling the truth. Telling the truth can cause a great deal of embarrassment, but admitting to failures often leads to learning how to do better in the future. For someone who values learning and effectiveness, the gain usually more than justifies the pain.” (Ben Best, Some Philosophizing About Lying)



And after the definitions, to today's special rant:

It is one thing to know that some people are avid liars, and another completely different thing when people who claim to know you purposely lie to avoid certain situations… Well, let me tell you a truthful rule of thumb: If you lie to me, you are in deeper waters if I find out. Why? Simple: I tell things as they are, up front, openly. I am honest and unafraid, as I either don’t care what the world thinks, or I feel comfortable enough within my friends circle to simply be myself.

Yes, I am very opinionated, but it is not my fault that as a rule of thumb my opinions are measured within the rules of what is right or what is wrong. I have high standards for myself, and expect the same from those I care. Virtues and morals are a must. A person who lies about little things becomes used to living within webs within webs… and becomes a slave of their own lies, living in a twisted reality that can vanish anytime. I expect my close, few friends, to be as I am with them. Again, shit happens...

Someone, who promised to never lie to me again in his entire life, did lie again, as easily as passing the cake… Very disappointing.

Someone, whom I thought trusted me as openly as I trusted her, supported that lie… Very disappointing.

That two of the most important people in my life would bend things simply so “I would not be upset” is very disturbing, disappointing, and sad. Why? If it was such a deal with a little thing... and this happened... what else can be in store for me?

Why people dismiss trust, truth and honesty as insignificant, feeble things? Why is it that being responsible and clever is such an alien thought?

It is the small things which matters most… Small things band together to create a big thing. Over the years this keeps on happening, and although temptation is human, knowing that something is wrong and doing it anyway for a thousand time is… Very disappointing.

I have been an open book until now. I have kept nothing for myself, I have given all I am to those I love most. I cannot understand deceit in any form because that is not my way. I cannot accept lies as casual things because they are not, because people have a history and in that history I have always ended up believing and then being lied to again. Empty apologies, a friendship toast and all is forgiven and forgotten… Right. When it all happens monthly… weekly… daily… words cannot touch the heart. When actions are not present, the mirage fades… and despair reigns… and goblins feast on the wicked souls…

If my voice cannot be tolerated, if answers cannot be taken into consideration, if my ways are so sharp and unbearable, then move on. I am sick and tired of receiving the award for being wrong when I’ve always been right. I won’t shut up. As long as I am right I will never shut up! Write those words in marble. Both of you.

10-4

Superman Returns

The people swarming from all corners was a bit discouraging... I hate crowds. But I had the feeling that it might be worth it... And it was. The whole cinema was full... but not of a tiny specific group of nerds that wanted to see the man in tights... no... There were young people, and old people. There were nerds, and parents, and professionals and groupies... It struck me as odd that such a diverse crowd would meet in such an unlikely place and didn't really mind the clashes on... living perspectives... A bunch of kids were placed by their parents at the front seats, and I foresaw a movie with brats jumping and arguing and fussing with popcorn... Groundel had minions of the Colombian armada flanking his right side (who knows, perhaps his long lost rich father is trying to make contact...)... I had airheads flanking my right side... And a mix of married airheads and college brats lined up in the back seats... I foresaw disaster... A very bad idea to go see a movie that everyone wanted to see on its so-called premier... Then the lights went out... The DC logo appears... A light of hope (since the last time, meaning V for Vendetta, was a sincere treat from DC Comics)... And then the music hits you. The same old music that we all know by heart ever since we listened to it at the opening of the original Superman movie... The music takes you. The dance of images takes you deep into space, and the music alone gives you a certainty that it will all be good after all... Enjoy the moment. I know I did.

I expected the people to be annoying, the kids to bother... None of that. From beginning to end the movie grabs your attention. Everyone, from kids to grannies, were entranced by the magic that unfolded... Almost as if time stopped. You won't want the spell to end...

The unfolding drama is just the right amount, the unfolding action is just the right amount... You get no surprises if you are an avid comic book fan... But you do not mind, because you are feasting your eyes and your senses in what the character of Superman is all about... the way he was meant to be. Lex Luthor keeps his ecclectic nature... but with a villains finesse that almost makes you cry. Lois Lane is not just a pretty face, and shows it. Superman is simply himself... nothing more, nothing less... And that deserves an ovation. He was portrayed as I always imagined him. The classis father-son dilemma and conflict is touched with simplicity and depht. The transition from Smallville to Christopher Reeve's legacy were all reflected in the movie as a praise, taking nothing away from them, but adding some dimentions that all fans needed to see. The smile facing the worst odds is genuine and strong... gentle and fierce. It ends leaving you wanting a bit more of this fantastic tale... in which a superhero is very much needed as well as the superhero needs the humans courage.

If you never expected to see Superman at his most vulnerable moment, an almost hopeless state... You'll see it here. His death recreated the covers of the Death of Superman comics series... Lovely detail. How to help an alien entity with human technology? Laugh at it... but human ignorance and ingenuity will move you. And the final visit to see his son, very much into his character... His words to Lois, a bit cold... but then he finally acknowledges the reasons behind her actions, and his smile promises many things... Like a sequel... Duh!

Marvel better come up with something good, because the Xmen3 movie sucked badly... Of course, their bets go towards Spiderman 3 (guest starring Green Goblin and Sandman, plus a bit of Venom) and they better be good at it... So far from DC it has been 2 aces out of 2 comic book adaptations. Third is a charm?

Go watch Superman Returns. You will return to those years in which you saw him for the first time on the big screen... And then you will get to know him a bit more... Again. You will discover that age can never destroy the kid inside you. And that kid may want to stay... So far it's been the best movie this year.. But be wary, matey... the pirates are around the corner...

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Countdown...

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...
Boom!
What? You expected something else? Damn, you are REALLY bored!

Monday was a pitiful day full of drama.
Tuesday was frustrating in the realms of the machine…
Wednesday has been eventless so far…

Lucinda still planning for the business but with little time to spare.
Coriolis missing in action, but presumed alive (his name not in the obituaries).
Gruendel feeling sick and still on a jobquest...
LightShadow & Joe, working, working, working...
NoName taking his name seriously.

Me, trying to make things move a bit in house matters, and in college matters... Tried the selling paintings at Ebay to see if its worth it... If it is, then I will go for 2 paintings each weekend, so I load up on the recent portfolio that I need to further some goals, and to help finances... duh! It is low impact and mre feasible than thrwing myself at event coordination out of the blue... Hope it pays off, literally... ;)

Feeling: Ask Alanis...

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I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

[Harmonica solo]

"Hand In My Pocket", Alanis Morissette

Busy days

Wow, I am actually living outside the web... The shame! :P

On Friday night went with Lucinda and Groundel to visit El Calvo. Lucinda has some ideas for a business and wanted to check the Ancient Oracle to gain some wisdom about it. That was fun, arrived home in time for the midnight spellcasting...

On Saturday had to wake up early to take Groundel to a job interview. Then ran towards my house, as the contractor finally appeared and agreed to meet me there. A showdown with my dear uncle and his nosy tongue made the evening… the guy is unbelievable… Anyway, if I get good prices then will let the contractor get the doors/windows for me. Seems he was in a good mood, and perhaps the bad things did happen to him… Whatever. I just want to be certain that the stairs are dry… only then I will pay.

So, after that, to Lucindas place. Watched Cars and La era de Hielo 2… yup, that one was in Spanish… Cars surprised me, it is actually a good movie with a sound message. Ice Age 2 was ok, entertaining… The squirrel saves the movie, as usual, very funny. At night we decided to go get ice cream and rent a movie… So… as Groundel showed us the vampire movie made on this cursed island, we were curious enough to rent it… WTF? Yup, repeat WTF? And ends as WTF? Vampiros really really sucked… Finally something worst than QotD… A complete rip-off of the Anne Rice characters (even the Theather Des Vampire scene of a naked chick being sucked dry was there)… I wish that Anne Rice finds out about this blasphemy, and sues them all! Screenplay sucked, non original storyline sucked, actors sucked, masquerade sucked… Gosh, I should have known that Brenda Robles being there would mean a complete flop! If you see this, turn your hand, made a 45 degrees turn and rent Vampiros en la Habana… it is cartoons… but DAMNIT, it is original and funny!

Anyway, people in the streets were nuts, it was the San Juan Night stupid celebration after all, and so I arrived home almost at midnight just in time for the normal spellcastings... again...

Sunday was cleaning the kitties room day. Shitty day. That sums it all up.

Today, I took down all posters at work and rearranged them, adding some newbies as the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 poster featuring Jack Sparrow, and a Yoda poster making my favorite quote “Do or do not, there is no try”. I also took the dust off a door size poster featuring Vincent from the Beauty & the Beast tv-series. Ah… Now my working den is inspiring…

So, after a nice pizza leftover that I devoured at lunch, here I am... Ready to take on the rest of the afternoon... Got a big headache, but the show must go on.

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Cleaning the office...

Well, yesterday I began the official office cleanup. Too much paperwork, and I hate that. If I havent used anything for reference in more than 2 years, I should get rid of it. And so I did. Now all drawers are filled with convenience and easy access. Left alive the bare basics, and divided things in 2 boxes: It and Personal. Yup, just in case I have to run away with just my stuff... LOL

Groundel doing job hunting. Finally got the health certification, and should get the good behavior certification on Friday... With that at least he can also post his resumes on the temporary services agencies around here. Hope the efforts are fruitful.

Besides elephant jokes, nothing is too different or dramatic in Neverland... The week's bellybutton sucks...

Reviews for Superman Returns seem good. At least it will take place after Superman 1&2, ignoring completely that 3&4 ever existed (which is GREAT! as those two sucked badly). After 5 years he comes back to try sorting out his life, finding out that Lois had his son years ago. And this time Luthor is a badass, with intelligent followers. So, my biased opinion about it being a remake has been erased, and I am actually looking forward to the movie...

Oh, and tomorrow begins the Lake House and Nacho Libre, so at least there are two good options for fun... an intelligent/whimsical/fantasy option and a so-stupid-you-have-to-laugh option. So, wheeee!

Someone spoke about a risque trip over the maws of the Land... Danger, suspence, adventure, drama,... who knows... Let's see if Gaea allows that one in spite of Zeus's mischief!

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Camuy Cavern

Looking from inside the caverns, a magical world is revealed... almost as if it were indeed the entrance to Hollow World... I expect a fairy to appear any minute now...



This one took me 4.5 hours. Acrylics, lack of brown made me go for a bit monochromatic green scenery framed by a pitch black cavern mouth.

Aftermath of a worm

Been offline due to 4 worms that viciously attacked my laptop... My AV, which is always updated, found them but was unable to vanquish the little demons... So, had to format. After a day of backups, finally restored the system to is plain vanilla state. How entertaining...

Made a painting at Lucinda's request, basically the Camuy Caverns looking out picture that I love so much. That was the entertainment from Sat11pm to Sun5am. Finished it and my undead self definitively gets me. Would have loved to add some dew and drops and a fairy or two, but since it was for her father didn't wanted to mess too much with it due to limited time. Still, it was ok. I still have it. Wheee o algo. :)

Whispers of the Heart: Lovely anime. I thought the cat from The Cat Returns would appear live-action but no, he was kept as a statue named The Baron. Anyway, it was a lovely story of self-discovery.

Bewitched: Well, hated the legally blonde take on this movie, with so much talent they could have given it a deeper plot... Loved Endora. Not the best of Nicole Kidman... For me, nothing tops her Maulin Rouge depiction... The only good parts are when they show the black-and-white reruns of the original series... So... Better rent those instead.

Brothers Grimm: Already saw this movie on the big screen, and I liked it. Yes it is corny, but it pulls together some of all the greatest tales the brothers created. Can't deny its eye candy, a bit of the normal for any avid AD&D gamer...

Chicken Little: Hmmm... I definitively underestimated this movie. I really liked the message within the story, about parents and kids... and the mothers who seem to be the only ones who really know how to handle havoc... Whatever... It was creative enough, taking into account so many re-runs and re-makes...

I forgot to go get some auto parts yesterday, so will do so today. The rain and the small blackout made me wish to simply go home (seems rain and blackouts affect people's brains in odd ways!).

El Calvo is alive and kicking. The bonus side, Aurea was there too. Lucinda made it to the place, so it was a full-loaded chit-chat evening on Saturday night. One of LS's cats had an accident, but seems that recovery is inevitable. Sometimes they are truly "Hechos de Goma", no complaints here! Finally, listened to Stello's CD. Damn, that music gets stuck in your head... ;) Hope for success in that side of the world!

That was the briefing of the weekend...

10-4

Howl, panther and father

Thursday night was payday night, so indulged myself a little. I was in an ok mood, so dared to rent a comedy (please don’t faint) and of course, an anime treat.

The Pink Panther: Ok, The idea of Beyonce in a movie made me shiver with distress, but she made the perfect character for her, a singer. So it was easily forgiveable, as she was not really acting. Anyway, if you are in dumb mode or have a very good sense of humor, or you like the pink panther’s cartoon jokes, then you will love this movie. Very cartoon-like, and very dumb-funny.

Howl’s Moving Castle: Ohhhhh’s and ahhhhhhhh’s. Many scenes make me remember spirited away (well… duh) but it stands on its own as a nice masterpiece. Simple story, yet it has the charm of good storytelling, good visuals that do not pretend to be astonishing yet are made with… charm… good characters, very original… (Loved the scarecrow). This one is a MUST SEE!!!

Hope that Karah survives the moving preparations, that NoName gets some “despojito” of his ex, and that snow falls in this accursed heated place! ;)

Have a nice Father’s Day weekend, everybody (especially witches and demonitos).

10-4

Draining world

This week has been pretty draining, been arriving at home and sleeping even with the lights on… to wake up at 10pm and then find no sleep until 2-3am… Too many thoughts, maybe… Too much stress, maybe… What to do with all I have going on?, maybe… I want to do the things I like so I can get rid of the things I hate, but how to do so without affecting the things I have? And need to do something to fix the things I have so everything else flows…

Been feeling like something holds me tighter and tighter by the throat, and answers seem to keep straying away. Found out a better alternative to the psycho stuff I wanted to study, in terms of how it could help me do what I want to do… but I need to put some money into it that is not thousands but that I don’t have… My car keeps its constant plea for a bit of care, and the house… well, that one is in a coma… Work is boring, un-challenging and stale. Waiting for what will happen on the 3 convocatories I got grades for… And for the results I know I must wait perhaps until next May 2007. Many bosses will go home this year’s end (retiring) so the land of opportunity may flourish… But the holding on to this crappy place until then, which means another full year of crap… May pay off, may not pay off…

Local government insist on making of the middle class’s life round and sound squares… But I don’t actually hate this place as much as I think. The problem is always the same: Money. And it is not about being materialistic, but of enjoying life… Living. I want to be able to live. I want to be able to stay at a Parador during a weekend without worrying about what will I eat in the next 3 months… I want to be able to go anyplace anywhere without thinking my debt can take the only thing I own. I want to be able to attend seminars and to study art without having to think: Will it be profitable? I want to be able to go see my friends anywhere in the world without having to think about next day’s gas for the car.

I don’t think I ask for much. To actually have the time to paint… To actually have the time to read… To actually have the time to enjoy a sunset in a quiet beach… Little pleasures… And it’s the little pleasures that matters more than anything else… Little pleasures I cannot even dream of tasting right now… And dreams, oh, I have to spare seven more lifetimes…

It is frustrating dreaming high, expecting so much of yourself, doing everything the hard way and watching how it doesn’t pay off. It is frustrating seeing how people that makes no effort in any aspect of their lives get the whole pumpkin instead of the barren seeds. I am tired of this reality. I am drained of this reality. I want to do so many things, but somehow I am chained and cannot set free… If only the chains could break… If only one miracle happened into my life… Just one.

10-4

Ewwws and ahhh's and something in the middle

How awful! Good idea or bad idea, somehow I don’t really think that the class gathering will be successful at all. Some key people are living in the states (oh, the bright ones, honest!) and the shitty ones are left here (still being honest). Who can I truly say that was a friend at school? The only one that keeps being that, Lucinda. Everyone else were flesh lies. It would be nice to see Nayda (who is in the states), and Lilly and César and Samira but that may be just it. The other ones, the high-class group that was always in cool mode stepping over everyone else… (sight) I loved bringing my art to life, and hated being banned from one of my true loves (a.k.a. acting) because of being an oddball. By then it was really hurtful having to do scenographies but not actually participating because I was fat. Literally, anorexics and high-class white trash always got the parts… I belonged to the middle-class band that they preferred not to mingle with for we would stain them. Well… Time gave something back, as the ones that should have succeeded in life didn’t. We were a class full of talents… but full of shit too. I guess that is normal. I guess it was a taste of what the real world would be like: surviving bitches and the commoners. Still, if I get asked to decorate I would do so just to get something else in my portfolio. Sorry, don’t expect an emotional faerie here. But I know I won’t get asked because the staff preparing everything cannot stand me… couldn’t back then when I was nice and polite, imagine now… with my whorish looks… Whatever.

Next!

As usual, someone doesn’t give a shit about what is important… and so leaves the important shit aside while deciding to simply have fun. I hope that at some point the shit I wrote about our last try stirs some shit inside the someone (if it gets read) and I get a deserved spotlight and not the usual silence that simply gives me an “I still don’t give a shit” feeling.

Next!

I’m not feeling like prancing in the hills singing odes to Orpheus. I’m not feeling like taking crap from people, especially the ones I think I’m close to. I’m not feeling gentle and kind, thanks to taking the opposite with a smile in hopes that storms will pass and the mountain will still be there. Guess what? After the cataclysm, even Ravenloft’s culo was not the same ever. Food for thought. Dig it slowly but certainly.

Next!

A drow’s life, in theaters somewhere in this lifetime.

10-4

Better be Good to Me

by lovely legend Tina Turner

A prisoner of your love
Entangled in your web
Hot whispers in the night
I'm captured by your spell
Oh yes I'm touched by this show of emotion
Should I be fractured by your lack of devotion
Should I, should I?

You better be good to me
That's how it's gotta be now
Cause I don't have no use
For what you losely call the truth
You better be good to me

I think it's also right
That we don't need to fight
We stand face to face
And you present your case
And I know you keep telling me that you love me
And I really do wanna believe
But did you think I'd just accept you in blind faith
Oh sure babe, anything to please you

You better be good to me
That's how it's gotta be now
Cause I don't have the time
For your over loaded lines
You better be good to me

And I really don't see why it's so hard to be good to me
And I don't understand what's your plan that you can't be good to me
What I can't feel I surely cannot see, why can't you be good to me
And if it's not real I do not wish to see, why can't you be good to me

Movies and serpents

Let's see... What's up...

Friday: BloodRayne at Lucinda’s. Good company, really sucky movie.

Saturday: MirrorMask at Lucinda’s. Neil Gaiman still rules. Loved it.

Sunday: Since Joe was around, a small movie bash where I discovered prices are going up at the movies… Watched The Break-up. Liked it, mainly just another romantic flick… Hope that it somehow allows certain men to understand what they need to fix things… And a small trip to check plants at my house.

Me: Been bored, cranky, upset and hungry. Not much that I can do without cash to fix the car and the house and go out. So… Chained to auntie’s den. Very dissapointed at many things and many people, but that's life. Tired of same, planning some, facing others... Wishing & dreaming & thinking & screaming...

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PS Seems there will be a class reunion this year, celebrating the 15 years A.G. (after graduation), so if there are any Redskins '91 alive, this year is "it" for an everyone get-together, o algo... Not that the same group of assholes has not been reuniting yearly, because they have. It is plain weird that after all this time NOW they remember the ones outside their "exclusive" group. Whatever. Let's see how amusing it can be to watch doves and serpents dance together... Old habits never change.

Sucky week

One more day to get rid of this week… Has been very long and sucky (the week). Yesterday found Zordak online, had a brief but refreshing chat. If I had money I would give him a grant or something, he has been one that has not quitted even against all odds. But, well… Luck is never on my side… I only wish for a little cash to payoff everything, not even to live out of it… But since I need the money I have no luck… Well, I’ve never had luck as a matter of fact. Wouldn’t even win a ticket to El Carajo.

Vision… Goals… Will… Stubbornness… Desire… Drive… Sometimes it all makes no difference at all. Change must come.

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Number of the Beast

Sing along...

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six."

I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me

'Cos in my dream it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me

I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

-Iron Maiden, The Number of the Beast



666. A cool thought for some, in reality a stupid idea that pagans have brought down until some marketing dusted it making of it the newest sensation. Goths “a la mode” must be celebrating this week almost as vehemently as they celebrate Halloween… Whatever! It is not like it has a deep impact or that worshipping the devil will make him appear or be born…

People: The devil is inside all of us. The devil is anyone human who decides against love and all it means and carry. The devil is your mother, your brother, your best friend… anyone… who desires destruction for joy, who desires war, who desires chaos, who lives for vengeance, who thrills on drugs and raw sex. Fear not the ideas of prophecies or tales. Fear the human mind and the human will and the human heart. For it was humans who have the choice of which path to take: the righteous hard path or the easy wrong path.

It is stupid that women that were to give birth yesterday decided to postpone until today so they would not curse their babies… It is stupid that some people didn’t go out of their houses believing that the day would turn against them… Many evils lurk around us daily because we are surrounded by humans. Civilizations rise, and civilizations fall… all because of human greed, human desire, human power, human lack of compassion. Our Earth is on the edge of returning to a blank canvas because of human pollution and disdain for Nature. Apocalyptic? Yes. But it is humans fault after all… And after the end there will be a beginning because it is a cycle that goes on forever. Death brings life brings death brings life… God created life, created our freedom of choice, created a belief in ultimate love. It is a human thing to act and accept consequences. No devil involved in that. Hell is full of humans that decided to be there.

So, 666 has passed away… no deep impact, really, but a stupid remake of a perfect movie. Haven’t seen it and not killing to see it either. Classics should remain classics, there are many original concepts to put on the big screen… and people waste time in remakes and 2nd and 3rd parts… Sheesh!!!

Woke up at 4am, and was greeted by a big roach that decided to hide in my coats behind the door… (for those who doesn’t know, roaches and spiders make me PANIC). Woke up auntie so she would kill it but the damn thing vanished… I took my bedding and went to sleep what was left of the night with my cats. At 6:30 I instantly came awake, and it was so comforting having all kitties surrounding me in the bed… Kali keeps her post in my head, Roxy in my belly, and Isis & Crow at my feet. Some things never change… Selfless, genuine love.

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Just another day in Paradise...

Sunday came and went as simple as that. Scrapbooked the last of Epcot (amen!), only 3 more parks until doomsday, o algo... Today work was slow, the office was very cold and I realized I want my Mtv... you know, the old Mtv that REALLY played cool music... So many years have passed... Anyway...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIEGOOOOOOO!!!

Ok, that's for the 5th... and now for the 6th:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANDIIIIIII!!!

Busy month, it seems... :P Well, at least Groundel & I went to sing-along the b-day greetings for the kid. Hopefully the present will arrive after the train arrives and takes a right, then left, then right and gets mailed from Kuwait. But it will get here, never fear... USPS delivers for you, and you, and you! Wheeeee!

Finished Phase 1 of my "the Artiste & Techie" site revamp, you may check it out and tell me your thoughts about it. Click the link at the right sidebar, the one with the dark lips. Tried making it unfuzzy as possible, got rid of the "green bathroom" effect so Lucinda should be happy.

Hope Groundel gets a job, hope Lucinda gets more inner strenght, hope Coriolis gets a break, hope Trilogy gets some friends, hope Joe gets some cash, hope LS gets some sleep, hope Zordak gets a TV, hope Paco gets a life, and hope I get some well deserved peace and harmony, DAMNIT!

Out to catch Z's.

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BTW: The minute most people missed at Xmen3: Xavier gets into another body. An excuse to change actor and keep character going for the next Xmen movie. Yup, Picard loves to engage, but not on silly scripts. Same reason why Scott gets killed here... Actor wanted to move on... Heh...

Long day

Early bird did not catch the worm. Auntie wanted to do some things and woke me up early. As I foresaw (I can be a Jedi when I want to) we could not do as she wanted... Passed by mother's den to confirm she was sick. Big mistake. My aunt stayed there talking for 3 hours... Dizzy enough, grabbed some chinese and arrived home.

LS was waiting to take us into a trip that should prove fun no matter the dark clouds. Visited the "castle" at Isabela (closed because of a wedding), visited Guajataca forest (not closed but dark sky and raining a bit, plus they closed at 5pm and it was around 4pm)... So... Controlled environment won the rounds against adventure. Ended up at Arecibo Mall to refuel our bellies and go back to the shadows where we belong. And during the whole trip we made a deep eulogy for Rent.

Arrived in time to catch an episode of ST:TNG, and then visited Raven. Saw Over the Hedge which was a lousy movie (well, you win some you loose some and animal movies are getting too cliché). So, all in all, the day was hectic with the right amount of drama, action, suspense, fear, terror, songs and couch potato-ness. Wheeeeeeeee!

I have absolutely no recollection of last night, as I was too sleepy and tired. I only remember Coriolis voice talking about beer and the Discovery channel... LOL Viva la Vida Loca, Bub!

Whatever.

I just realized I made no comments on two rentals... Memoirs of a Geisha and American Gothic... So... Here goes...

Memoirs of a Geisha: Liked it. Liked the story, was less skin than I thought and it was well written. Long but not boring. The ending leaves you expecting more, but it completes its purpose and it achieve its goal... It presents a different culture in which women are victimized and must survive based on cunning and will. The author of the book (male, by the way) excelled praising woman's ability to survive anything, one way or the other. Maybe we all expected a happier ending in which the geisha becomes the wife of her true love, but that is not realistic in a culture deeply rooted in honor and tradition. It was a lovely voyage.

American Gothic: Hmm... Ahh... Well... I expected more of something considered an icon... I guess that by the time it was created the special effects shown were something new... I guess the creator was really tripping when he made it... I guess it is one of those movies one should see in group to make comments about it... Hmm... I didn't like it. But it was fun to watch, and to voice-over. So, if that was the purpose, yay.

Gone, gone, o form of man... and raise the demon Etrigan!
O algo... :)

10-4

PS Congratulations to Jose Luis who graduated from Cornell with honors. Way to go, bro!

Back into Hell

Here I am, back into Hell. Nothing new, nothing different. Could sleep almost nothing last night. I look like a demoness or something... Just want to get it all over with and go home to my cave...