Many lives, many different paths. But truth is truth no matter where you are, no matter where you stand. It may have different meanings for different people, but it stands its ground on its own. Recent events have shown me how fickle points of view can be, especially when they are molded by and for the eye of the beholder. It is something that I hope I can keep away from…
My greatest sin may be I am very opinionated. I know that. I try controlling that by being quiet, or by writing down everything I think so I can go back and read and make sense of all that happens. But there is a difference between my being opinionated and my taking sides with the black or the white of something. Although I am opinionated, I do let truth rule the outcome of things. Not just my truth, but the truth at it is. It can be quite irritating for me, difficult to digest, but I acknowledge truth on its own. I give voice to it, sometimes against my favor. There is no personal opinion involved on that, although my rage and tone may make it seem so. Just because I may be an “avatar” of truth, doesn’t mean I have no feelings or that I am not human. Quite the opposite, my being able to feel everything from the lives of those I care most, and fighting towards what is right, all that makes me very human.
Sense and sensibility seems blurred by everyday tasks, and I am not to take things for granted. The world is falling apart because people choose to be careless, to ignore the important things in life. Even the tiniest of things can make the big difference. Even the most insignificant of creatures can be responsible for the greatest miracles. Maybe if everyone saw the importance of not destroying the Amazon, or not hunting white wolves, or not killing whales, then the true balance of what humans are meant to do could be achieved… The greatest empires were built, and are still built, with a cement made of blood. Values have been lost from Pandora’s box, leaving Hope all alone… And Hope is beautiful, but by itself it can only bring a weak ray of light in an empire of darkness.
In a world where human nature is coerced into being a technological slave, or a follower of the gods of wealth and fame, everything that matters is stepped over. Knowledge is no longer the source of everything good, or a base for wisdom. Working hard no longer pays off, as the lazy and the joker are the ones that get all the money from the new slaves: the middle class. Old morals are laughed at, respect is shunned, honesty and loyalty stray from each other’s path. And each day someone stops believing in faeries, and a fairy dies.
I choose to see the world with innocence and wonder. I choose to let my inner child rule my heart and emotions, so I always know the perfume of smiles and the brightness of a warm heart. But my mind is ruled by the grown up, taking charge of what must be done and said, for the sake of my inner child. The child and the grown up are two very different entities, but both depend on each other… where one feels, the other knows; where one weeps, the other goes on; where one is defenseless, the other defends.
I may seem to be an emotionless raging machine that only sets out in destroying mode to take the soul of everyone around me and turn them into ashes, for my own diversion. It may be my own fault, for I have done so with true intention in the past to people that deserved no less… and whoever has witness that, knows how real I can be in terms of ripping out the weed from my land. I do not regard my friends as weeds. I do not keep many friends because I only keep the best, those who have been there through thick and thin, through the highest and lowest, through rain and sunshine. So if I ever call you a friend, be certain that I mean it because I do not use that term carelessly. Just because I pierce your life with a truth swarm doesn’t mean I think of you any less, it means I want you to see what is going on, to see that it is not ok, to shake you up so you do something about it. Everything that goes on in the lives of those I care about is my business. It is my reason of living. I am meant to be guardian and protector and to share knowledge and wisdom… to guide. It grants me nothing else in return… but the joy of watching you grow stronger, the joy of living your life to your fullest, on your own.
I know everything I have to know about who I am, and that may be why I may come so strong, as I do not doubt any of my beliefs. I do have empathy for humans, and that is why I can give them the solutions they need… That humans do not like or want those solutions is another story… and in that story fall their choices. I give my support and wisdom, and I point the right way, but you do make your own choices. I am there to say “I told you so” because I should have some fun, it should all not be so grim. I understand that mistakes make you grow, I’ve had my share, but when the number of mistakes grow in abnormal proportions it must stop. I cannot be witness to insanity and do nothing about it. I will always say what you must hear, not what you want to hear. It is my purpose in life, and a big responsibility as a true friend. And it doesn’t mean I belittle any of you, or think I am bigger than you are. It means: Get off the floor of dirt road, and keep moving, because you are not giving it all you’ve got.
Through the years I’ve been a silent guardian and warrior who simply takes care of business and goes on in her path. That was the way for the child when it was in charge. But now is in charge a woman that knows the difference between what should be said and done and what should be just watched politely. I have watched long enough. This was the outcome. I do not love you any less. I simply wish you would see the importance of truth and responsibility on even the smallest of things… You have let the world and its mundane ways take from you the wisdom to know many differences and the strength to make things happen. I am not perfect, I am far from it… but I strive towards perfection and give it all I’ve got. I don’t expect any less from you, because I know what you can give. It hurts me deeply to see so much potential wasted day by day… when I know you where meant for great things.
If you need me, I’m always there. You just need to turn around and see. I have always been there even when you have chosen so many times to ignore my presence… I’ll always be there. Because I love you. Both of you.
Groundel: I hope that you get better from your sickness, and everything else.
Lucinda: I hope you get better, in every way imaginable.
10-4
The weekend movie review:
CARNIVALE: Wow! So far seen chapters 1-4 and I loved it! Very X-files meets the circus... The presence of the giant is awesome, feels as if watching Big Fish... with more magical wonder.
Eight Below: Coriolis, this one is a must see for you. All you would do for your bitches. Nice story.
Zu Warriors: Ugh! Do not even bother (unless you are a Power Rangers fan, because then you will absolutely enjoy its corny special effects, acting and dialogue). Quote on Barbie: We girls can do anything! Sheeesh...
Monday, July 03, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Weekend Ending Knots...
Discussed some things with the lady, none at all with the tramp. Hopefully, the lady gets what bothered me this time... The tramp... Well, not too much to say about that really... He has not cared much to straighten anything, and by now I see no way out of this one. I tried, and I was not the one who failed.
I hope the sun shines bright for everyone, and that good things come out of this chaos.
10-4
I hope the sun shines bright for everyone, and that good things come out of this chaos.
10-4
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
by Cher
I walked down the street
People passing me by
They just look me up and down
But they don't look me in the eye
I'm just another stranger
In my own home town
Looking for an angel
But heaven can't be found
I say hey, are you lonely tonight?
Hey, hey, hey I'm gonna make it through
But that don't make it right
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
There's a sad face in the mirror
And I'm sad to say it's mine
Like a ghost up in the attic
Only love can set him free
I've been running around in circles
On this roller coaster ride
There's a lonely world around me
I get sucked in by the tide
I say hey, love ain't no crime
So why is everybody so afraid to cross that line?
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
Hey, hey, hey I'll be all right
'Cause I know that someone somewhere's
Gonna say these words tonight
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
I walked down the street
People passing me by
They just look me up and down
But they don't look me in the eye
I'm just another stranger
In my own home town
Looking for an angel
But heaven can't be found
I say hey, are you lonely tonight?
Hey, hey, hey I'm gonna make it through
But that don't make it right
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
There's a sad face in the mirror
And I'm sad to say it's mine
Like a ghost up in the attic
Only love can set him free
I've been running around in circles
On this roller coaster ride
There's a lonely world around me
I get sucked in by the tide
I say hey, love ain't no crime
So why is everybody so afraid to cross that line?
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
Hey, hey, hey I'll be all right
'Cause I know that someone somewhere's
Gonna say these words tonight
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
Friday, June 30, 2006
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
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
Thursday, June 29, 2006
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...
10-4
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...
10-4
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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...
10-4
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
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...
10-4
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
Monday, June 26, 2006
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.
10-4
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.
10-4
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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!
10-4
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!
10-4
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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
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
Friday, June 16, 2006
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
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
Thursday, June 15, 2006
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
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
Monday, June 12, 2006
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
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
Sunday, June 11, 2006
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
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...
10-4
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.
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...
10-4
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.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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.
10-4
Vision… Goals… Will… Stubbornness… Desire… Drive… Sometimes it all makes no difference at all. Change must come.
10-4
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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.
10-4
"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.
10-4
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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.
10-4
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...
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.
10-4
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...
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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!
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!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
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...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Last day of the so-called "vacation"
Rented Pulp Fiction and In Her Shoes. Thoughts about them...
Pulp Fiction: I confess. I have never seen this movie before, although is is a cult movie. Sorry, by the time it came out I didn't REALLY went to the theater (unless it was Muppets stuff) and untill now it just appeared as any other movie in the rack. Well... I see the fuzz with Tarantino's style... Kill Bill was just like his Pulp Fiction in screenplay, cuts and even sreen words & chapters. Anyway... Found the movie ok, not so great, too slow for my taste, too filled with drugs for my taste... But watching all the stars when they were younger made it all worth the two-buck rental. I still dislike Bruce Willis, he has never ever acted anywhere...
In Her Shoes: Realy liked this movie. Cameron Diaz doing the cool gal she almost always delivers in movies... but who cares as long as you see her smiling (her only sexy feature if you ask me). The drama unfolds smoothly with the shoe-fetish details. Loved that. I can relate to Shirley Macklein's character in every sense. Always feeling lost in the background, un-loved, un-pretty, un-fit, un-liked... the childhood from Hell with family always teasing about how fat I was, the friends doing the same, and as adulthood was reached getting splatted all over the car's window like a bug when it comes to face what I am and realize it will never at all be what people wants. Reaching that magical moment of acceptance and understanding your own worth is one sublime thing... only compared to strawberry cheesecake...
Today got a call directly from the sewers of the Twilight Zone. Trilogy, after 3 months of complete absence, made his day by giving what he called a "friendship call". Amazing how unbelievable this guy can be. And as usual he asked how I was and then hanged up, his duty of making sure I still breathed flawlessly completed. So, he should call by October to follow up... He calls THAT deep concern and follow-up friendship. It makes me sad for him, as this is probably what his "friends" have shown him in his life. The lessons I taught him were never of his interest, so he cannot really know the difference... Whatever.
Lucinda was to take her boy to Ponce today. Didn't tag along since it was my last day of vacations (if they can be called that way...) and wanted to simply rest. Woke up at midday, went to water my so-called "garden", rented the flicks, got the last pizza of the quincena and went home to enjoy kitties and movies.
Tomorrow, back to the office... which I haven't missed... back to the corner in my world that I hate so much because I need it... No work, no cash, no paying... But is life ONLY about paying? Why can't there be some enjoyment at all? Why can't there EVER be a breeze through my desertic life? Back to the cage... Until next sickness...
Coriolis... Glad you are finding out about your real self... Seems to me you completely blocked out your real entity in order to live in the Inferno. You were beautiful, my friend. Keep it up, I hope to see you in all your glory again before I die. :)
Groundel... You know what I'm gonna say, so I won't repeat it. Stop reading and do it, damnit!
Hoping one day my Lotto break will come true... Tuning out.
10-4
Pulp Fiction: I confess. I have never seen this movie before, although is is a cult movie. Sorry, by the time it came out I didn't REALLY went to the theater (unless it was Muppets stuff) and untill now it just appeared as any other movie in the rack. Well... I see the fuzz with Tarantino's style... Kill Bill was just like his Pulp Fiction in screenplay, cuts and even sreen words & chapters. Anyway... Found the movie ok, not so great, too slow for my taste, too filled with drugs for my taste... But watching all the stars when they were younger made it all worth the two-buck rental. I still dislike Bruce Willis, he has never ever acted anywhere...
In Her Shoes: Realy liked this movie. Cameron Diaz doing the cool gal she almost always delivers in movies... but who cares as long as you see her smiling (her only sexy feature if you ask me). The drama unfolds smoothly with the shoe-fetish details. Loved that. I can relate to Shirley Macklein's character in every sense. Always feeling lost in the background, un-loved, un-pretty, un-fit, un-liked... the childhood from Hell with family always teasing about how fat I was, the friends doing the same, and as adulthood was reached getting splatted all over the car's window like a bug when it comes to face what I am and realize it will never at all be what people wants. Reaching that magical moment of acceptance and understanding your own worth is one sublime thing... only compared to strawberry cheesecake...
Today got a call directly from the sewers of the Twilight Zone. Trilogy, after 3 months of complete absence, made his day by giving what he called a "friendship call". Amazing how unbelievable this guy can be. And as usual he asked how I was and then hanged up, his duty of making sure I still breathed flawlessly completed. So, he should call by October to follow up... He calls THAT deep concern and follow-up friendship. It makes me sad for him, as this is probably what his "friends" have shown him in his life. The lessons I taught him were never of his interest, so he cannot really know the difference... Whatever.
Lucinda was to take her boy to Ponce today. Didn't tag along since it was my last day of vacations (if they can be called that way...) and wanted to simply rest. Woke up at midday, went to water my so-called "garden", rented the flicks, got the last pizza of the quincena and went home to enjoy kitties and movies.
Tomorrow, back to the office... which I haven't missed... back to the corner in my world that I hate so much because I need it... No work, no cash, no paying... But is life ONLY about paying? Why can't there be some enjoyment at all? Why can't there EVER be a breeze through my desertic life? Back to the cage... Until next sickness...
Coriolis... Glad you are finding out about your real self... Seems to me you completely blocked out your real entity in order to live in the Inferno. You were beautiful, my friend. Keep it up, I hope to see you in all your glory again before I die. :)
Groundel... You know what I'm gonna say, so I won't repeat it. Stop reading and do it, damnit!
Hoping one day my Lotto break will come true... Tuning out.
10-4
Monday, May 29, 2006
El Calvo is alive, ALIVE!
After quite a few months without being able to visit or find El Calvo at his home in Neverland, finally found him yesterday's night. How is the guy? Well, seems that the DaVinci Code has made some things in his life. He has always been a historian and a theologyst with much expertise on many, many themes... He began a few years ago studying towards a M.A. in Theology, but didn't kept on taking courses. After the movie, he's become his old bookwork finding the true tales behind the fiction... What a voyage! Now he's playing with the idea of getting a MA in History instead. Cool. Did you know that Mary Magdalene was NOT a prostitute? That was a mis-interpretation made by a Bible translation on the 3rd Century... Interesting stuff.
Finally made it to see X-men III. Angry about Magneto (who would never leave Mistique the way he did), angry about Wolverine (who is not as savage and stubborn as he should be), angry about Storm (who even Magneto considers a goddess in the comics and whose powers are depicted at a minimum), angry about Xavier's death ( WTF?WTF?WTF? again WTF?) and definitively angry about Phoenix (or should I say "lack of Phoenix" since she never introduces herself as such, and she doesn't even have the firebird aura around her). It's always about the lovestory Scott-Jean-Wolverine... and it sucked so much... The only scene I definitively enjoyed was Scott's death (I really HATE that guy!). I guess that after reading the script Patrick Steward begged to make this his last movie, since they are detouring so much from the storylines of the comics... I think that yes, there is freedom of creation or interpretation... but this is the Xmen, and they have been for years even before I was born... And they kept an audience because they have quite some intrinate plots within plots. I don't see why Marvel endorsed this movie... Ok, that is angry me speaking...beause I know... Consumerism... Giving mutants to the new generation who doesn't know what that is and is not into actually reading about it... All for making money. It doesnt matter that you let down all those followers that for more than 25 years have loyally followed the lives of KittyPride, Colossus, Storm, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, MarvelGirl (the way Jean Grey should have been named in the 3 movies... then Dark Phoenix... then Phoenix DAMNIT!)... The spotlight on all other mutants that in reality came into the stories after Generation X was a very, very bad idea. Let's see how DC Comics delivers GhostRider and IronMan before I start praising them... they stick to at least more than 50% of the stories, while Marvel allowed for a complete X-men overhaul! Why they didn't followed Spiderman's example? The world may never know...
Hunt for sandals finished. Not too happy but, whatever. Today got the things for the kitties... So tomorrow I shall change their litterboxes and spot-clean their room. Gotta love them...
10-4
Finally made it to see X-men III. Angry about Magneto (who would never leave Mistique the way he did), angry about Wolverine (who is not as savage and stubborn as he should be), angry about Storm (who even Magneto considers a goddess in the comics and whose powers are depicted at a minimum), angry about Xavier's death ( WTF?WTF?WTF? again WTF?) and definitively angry about Phoenix (or should I say "lack of Phoenix" since she never introduces herself as such, and she doesn't even have the firebird aura around her). It's always about the lovestory Scott-Jean-Wolverine... and it sucked so much... The only scene I definitively enjoyed was Scott's death (I really HATE that guy!). I guess that after reading the script Patrick Steward begged to make this his last movie, since they are detouring so much from the storylines of the comics... I think that yes, there is freedom of creation or interpretation... but this is the Xmen, and they have been for years even before I was born... And they kept an audience because they have quite some intrinate plots within plots. I don't see why Marvel endorsed this movie... Ok, that is angry me speaking...beause I know... Consumerism... Giving mutants to the new generation who doesn't know what that is and is not into actually reading about it... All for making money. It doesnt matter that you let down all those followers that for more than 25 years have loyally followed the lives of KittyPride, Colossus, Storm, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, MarvelGirl (the way Jean Grey should have been named in the 3 movies... then Dark Phoenix... then Phoenix DAMNIT!)... The spotlight on all other mutants that in reality came into the stories after Generation X was a very, very bad idea. Let's see how DC Comics delivers GhostRider and IronMan before I start praising them... they stick to at least more than 50% of the stories, while Marvel allowed for a complete X-men overhaul! Why they didn't followed Spiderman's example? The world may never know...
Hunt for sandals finished. Not too happy but, whatever. Today got the things for the kitties... So tomorrow I shall change their litterboxes and spot-clean their room. Gotta love them...
10-4
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Blast from the past
Today I watched two oldies that rocked in the last century: Overboard (1987)and My Best Friend's Wedding (1997) (yes, on a tv station, I wouldn't really rent these kind of flicks... I'm that cheap, sue me). After an afternoon of sweating a lot trying to plant some of the úcares and playeras, just watching Goldie Hawn in all her glory and Julia Roberts with her infamous smile while drinking a smoothie was the right prescription.
Why is it that old movies have at least original, amusing storylines? That's just what I hate about our great visual era... The emphasis on making re-makes of any movie that they can think of, even if the original versions are relics that should be left untouched... Where is imagination? Where is creativity? Where is innovation? Same thing happens in the comics industry... I remember when I longed for great art but it was ok beause the stories made you imagine anything really vividly... Nowadays... Ugh! Stunning art emphasizing biceps and triceps but no story whatsoever, or a recycled story from an old plot that old people will notice but youngsters won't ever know as ripoffs... Progress... Right...
Hopefully will get to see Xmen tomorrow... No big expectations... Just to visit Magneto. :)
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Lazy, Breezy, Beautiful me...
Well, woke up at midday, just in time for my supper...ermm... midday breakfast? Thinking of visiting government offices to make my uncle happy, when Groundel's call happenned. Got him, just after ripping off the newspaper part in which cinemas display their movie times. My intention was to actually go watch Xmen3, but then a big but happenned... a longaleer wait line which I was not gonna get into. Sooo...
Took Groundel to the hospital (so he would deal with the payment of the Cellulitis Incident which should be covered by the med card that his college provided). Then tried getting information on mortages and how to do a double mortage but I won't even go there... Next went to CRIM so they would send me to ARPE, who in turn told me to get a number from AAA or AEE so they can try finding a file that was probably destroyed beause it was more than 10 years old. Sooo... Frustrated and angry as the white female I am, went to try getting the right movie that would let me vent off the fact that every route to solve financial distress is off and I will have to simply deal with it even for a longer period... Whatever.
Rented 4 movies: NannyMcPhee,Marebito, American Gothic and Memoirs of a Geisha. Watched two today, the others will be for tomorrow's delight.
Nanny McPhee: Whoever says or thinks that this movie is the new Mary Poppins is in desperate need of attention or simply wants to be strapped down and sent to Mepsi. Hello! I am deeply sorry people... Yes, this is a cute movie about misbehaved children (another movie of brats) being restrained and taught the proper ways in life (yet again)... Thank God I didn't saw it at the movies... Ok to pass the time at home, but it lacks the soul that dear Julie Andrews has. There can be no other Julie Andrews as she is a living inmortal! Mary Poppins has no equal because it is timeless and brings the innocence out of adults as well as children... Nanny McPhee may be a children's movie (it certainly has the colors and simple drama for that matter) but Mary Poppins is for all ages, teaching lessons that trascends cultures, backgrounds, and time.
Marebito: Unhhhh! I repeat: Unhhhh! Ok, so it may have been a nice horror plot... If one actually got scared of what the screen shows... A guy that stops taking his Prozac and who is obsessed with witnessing the terrors that suicides or crime victims witness at their deaths. Somewhere in the movie, while getting lost within the Tokyo underground, he meets and talks with people who are suppossed to be dead, and he finally finds some sort of ruins with a naked girl chained up in a crevice. He takes the girl to his techno-rat/video freak apartment, she behaves as a pet who wont eat or drink anything... Until he has an acident in which a guy gets pissed because he was filming him and the guy takes his video camera and beats him up with it. The techno-rat/video psycho gets cut in the hand, goes home, and suddenly the girl ends up sucking his finger... so he discovers that the food the girl needs is blood. From that point on the film is about the guy filming everyone (even if that means getting his ass kicked by strangers), killing who turned out to be a wife he had, killing a girl to get food...ermm, blood... to his pet-girl... his search for feeling terror, his pathethic life... yadda yadda. In the end the guy cuts his mouth so the girl will drink him up (and so the movie gets an erotic incestlike scene since the bloodthirsty girl turns out to actually be his daughter), and then takes him to the underwold so he faces terror and then they live happily ever after.And why I bothered to tell you the plot, climax and conlusion (yes they are all in here)? So you don't even bother to pick it up. Where's the horror? The suspense? The drama? The icing of the cake? The emeral on the snake eye? Yup, that bad it was.
Next!
LS dropped by to watch the Nanny movie with us. The late supper/dinner was great! I have this bacalao antojo that doesn't get away! Well, in other news, yesterday got a all from the church at Hormigueros asking about my getting married on the 28th... this month... Ermmm... No, you haven't misread anything. I just forgot that almost a year and a half ago I separated that date... And it is a definitively no-no as it is next Sunday! Groundel needs to finish off school first (so he doesn't loose the scholarship aid) and to have a job (drip, drip, drip) so we can atually set a date for that matter... Maybe December next year, if he achieves his goals... Let's see how that turns out.
The Sims2 is definite eye candy, but the Sims1 is definite fun. Old and original is better than modern but predictable. Hmmm, Coriolis, take that advice! ;P
Gotta go deliver the orc.
10-4
Took Groundel to the hospital (so he would deal with the payment of the Cellulitis Incident which should be covered by the med card that his college provided). Then tried getting information on mortages and how to do a double mortage but I won't even go there... Next went to CRIM so they would send me to ARPE, who in turn told me to get a number from AAA or AEE so they can try finding a file that was probably destroyed beause it was more than 10 years old. Sooo... Frustrated and angry as the white female I am, went to try getting the right movie that would let me vent off the fact that every route to solve financial distress is off and I will have to simply deal with it even for a longer period... Whatever.
Rented 4 movies: NannyMcPhee,Marebito, American Gothic and Memoirs of a Geisha. Watched two today, the others will be for tomorrow's delight.
Nanny McPhee: Whoever says or thinks that this movie is the new Mary Poppins is in desperate need of attention or simply wants to be strapped down and sent to Mepsi. Hello! I am deeply sorry people... Yes, this is a cute movie about misbehaved children (another movie of brats) being restrained and taught the proper ways in life (yet again)... Thank God I didn't saw it at the movies... Ok to pass the time at home, but it lacks the soul that dear Julie Andrews has. There can be no other Julie Andrews as she is a living inmortal! Mary Poppins has no equal because it is timeless and brings the innocence out of adults as well as children... Nanny McPhee may be a children's movie (it certainly has the colors and simple drama for that matter) but Mary Poppins is for all ages, teaching lessons that trascends cultures, backgrounds, and time.
Marebito: Unhhhh! I repeat: Unhhhh! Ok, so it may have been a nice horror plot... If one actually got scared of what the screen shows... A guy that stops taking his Prozac and who is obsessed with witnessing the terrors that suicides or crime victims witness at their deaths. Somewhere in the movie, while getting lost within the Tokyo underground, he meets and talks with people who are suppossed to be dead, and he finally finds some sort of ruins with a naked girl chained up in a crevice. He takes the girl to his techno-rat/video freak apartment, she behaves as a pet who wont eat or drink anything... Until he has an acident in which a guy gets pissed because he was filming him and the guy takes his video camera and beats him up with it. The techno-rat/video psycho gets cut in the hand, goes home, and suddenly the girl ends up sucking his finger... so he discovers that the food the girl needs is blood. From that point on the film is about the guy filming everyone (even if that means getting his ass kicked by strangers), killing who turned out to be a wife he had, killing a girl to get food...ermm, blood... to his pet-girl... his search for feeling terror, his pathethic life... yadda yadda. In the end the guy cuts his mouth so the girl will drink him up (and so the movie gets an erotic incestlike scene since the bloodthirsty girl turns out to actually be his daughter), and then takes him to the underwold so he faces terror and then they live happily ever after.And why I bothered to tell you the plot, climax and conlusion (yes they are all in here)? So you don't even bother to pick it up. Where's the horror? The suspense? The drama? The icing of the cake? The emeral on the snake eye? Yup, that bad it was.
Next!
LS dropped by to watch the Nanny movie with us. The late supper/dinner was great! I have this bacalao antojo that doesn't get away! Well, in other news, yesterday got a all from the church at Hormigueros asking about my getting married on the 28th... this month... Ermmm... No, you haven't misread anything. I just forgot that almost a year and a half ago I separated that date... And it is a definitively no-no as it is next Sunday! Groundel needs to finish off school first (so he doesn't loose the scholarship aid) and to have a job (drip, drip, drip) so we can atually set a date for that matter... Maybe December next year, if he achieves his goals... Let's see how that turns out.
The Sims2 is definite eye candy, but the Sims1 is definite fun. Old and original is better than modern but predictable. Hmmm, Coriolis, take that advice! ;P
Gotta go deliver the orc.
10-4
Back home
Felt that the site was not really mine, so gave it a facelift... I think this is more atuned to who I am. Nothing better than the sweet darkness...
10-4
10-4
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Twidleydoom or Twidleydee
LOL Whatever. Alice in Wonderland rocks.
Anyway... On Monday was decoration afternoon in the church/stage of the kindergarten thinguie. I lived to witness Silvia getting pissed (incredible as she is a peace & harmony person), as a member of the parents staff said a stupid comment about "balloons being made only for birthdays". Since I know how people comment on things (too many years of experience witnessing the same crap) I simply ignored her stupidity... but since Silvia has been putting up with miss big-mouth-but-do-nothing mom since August, she exploded on her face. Yay! It was delightful watching the action... Well, now I'm officially free of that kind of work... Now to try doing something about my house...
Today at wee hours in the morning I got the inspiration to go back to my redness... vampire redness mind you. The strawberry blonde was too blah and normal for me, I was feeling too mundane (I kept that normal shade while I completed the kinder thing so I would not scare the christian locals, after all they were gonna pay me!). Guess I was born for either this one, Flaming or the Wildfire... Feeling happy about it.
During the afternoon went with Groundel to my house. Finally took my old hammock over there, and it is just plain comfy in the second floor's balcony. I can imagine it should be grrrrreat at night... Anyway, while I watered my almost dried Uvas Playeras, Groundel painted the arches on the 1st floor with primer. I skipped and stepped to count the floor's feet so I get the right amount that I need for tiling... Hopefully will get all the tiles between Jun & Jul. I saw the perfect design at Nationals, a stoney-cream-terracotta design. That should be perfect for the castle theme I want to create. Will go with terracota instead of greys since the greys do not complement well caoba wood. And I do intend to fill my house with caoba antiques... little by little. It is another fetish of mine...
Spiders at Hormigueros are big and flat... They scare off easily, but still... Spiders are spiders, and I just hate them. Need to put some bombs or hire a professional so those pests are very muh exterminated within the house... I hate spiders and roaches. They create in me the kind of panic attack that leaves you very still, sweating and numb and screaming or mute... Good thing about being a cat owner is that encounters with these bichitos are very few... Gotta love and pamper my cats!
Heat is unbelievable. Where's rain when you need it? Talking about rain... Just saw some ads for the BloodRayne movie... It won't be released on theaters, going straight to dvd... Gee... So much for waiting for it... I guess that it is a cult movie after all, and seemed the action would be sucky. Won't comment further until I actually get to see it.
Two more days until Xmen is delivered... Gosh! This waiting is killing me! Hope the God loves man kills vs Phoenix saga mix is well put... Hate Storm's haircut... But as always, gotta LOVE papi Magneto!
Wednesday promises to be an imteresting day, as Raven asked Groundel and me to join her in a Ponce endeavour... If she thinks we know the way, things can get complicated... LOL But I always have a map, and I know how to read it. :P
"No se puede vivir con tanto Queveeeeeeeedoooooooo!"
:))
10-4
Anyway... On Monday was decoration afternoon in the church/stage of the kindergarten thinguie. I lived to witness Silvia getting pissed (incredible as she is a peace & harmony person), as a member of the parents staff said a stupid comment about "balloons being made only for birthdays". Since I know how people comment on things (too many years of experience witnessing the same crap) I simply ignored her stupidity... but since Silvia has been putting up with miss big-mouth-but-do-nothing mom since August, she exploded on her face. Yay! It was delightful watching the action... Well, now I'm officially free of that kind of work... Now to try doing something about my house...
Today at wee hours in the morning I got the inspiration to go back to my redness... vampire redness mind you. The strawberry blonde was too blah and normal for me, I was feeling too mundane (I kept that normal shade while I completed the kinder thing so I would not scare the christian locals, after all they were gonna pay me!). Guess I was born for either this one, Flaming or the Wildfire... Feeling happy about it.
During the afternoon went with Groundel to my house. Finally took my old hammock over there, and it is just plain comfy in the second floor's balcony. I can imagine it should be grrrrreat at night... Anyway, while I watered my almost dried Uvas Playeras, Groundel painted the arches on the 1st floor with primer. I skipped and stepped to count the floor's feet so I get the right amount that I need for tiling... Hopefully will get all the tiles between Jun & Jul. I saw the perfect design at Nationals, a stoney-cream-terracotta design. That should be perfect for the castle theme I want to create. Will go with terracota instead of greys since the greys do not complement well caoba wood. And I do intend to fill my house with caoba antiques... little by little. It is another fetish of mine...
Spiders at Hormigueros are big and flat... They scare off easily, but still... Spiders are spiders, and I just hate them. Need to put some bombs or hire a professional so those pests are very muh exterminated within the house... I hate spiders and roaches. They create in me the kind of panic attack that leaves you very still, sweating and numb and screaming or mute... Good thing about being a cat owner is that encounters with these bichitos are very few... Gotta love and pamper my cats!
Heat is unbelievable. Where's rain when you need it? Talking about rain... Just saw some ads for the BloodRayne movie... It won't be released on theaters, going straight to dvd... Gee... So much for waiting for it... I guess that it is a cult movie after all, and seemed the action would be sucky. Won't comment further until I actually get to see it.
Two more days until Xmen is delivered... Gosh! This waiting is killing me! Hope the God loves man kills vs Phoenix saga mix is well put... Hate Storm's haircut... But as always, gotta LOVE papi Magneto!
Wednesday promises to be an imteresting day, as Raven asked Groundel and me to join her in a Ponce endeavour... If she thinks we know the way, things can get complicated... LOL But I always have a map, and I know how to read it. :P
"No se puede vivir con tanto Queveeeeeeeedoooooooo!"
:))
10-4
Saturday, May 20, 2006
DaVinci Code
Well, since it was a hot afternoon, decided to kill it off with the Da Vinci Code. Liked it, from the middle on it was predictable but it is a good Clue game. Hated that at the last minute there was a light failure so the cinema made the public miss the last shot of the Magdalena place... Lights came back, and it was watch the credits and go. Lame, lame, lame... At least a miracle hapenned and FINALLY the cinema changed (you can faint now) the intro. It sucks badly as it is not creative at all, but at least the Otra Galaxia thing is gone. Yay! Will try to actually read the book maybe next week, to see the good the bad and the sucky details hit and missed by the movie. It was definitively something else than what I expected.
I don't get how come in the new century they still make church protests about religious themes. Sorry but creativity and fiction is simply that, and if it were true it would be even better, as Jesus fought all the time in favor of women's rights. He was the first feminist, mind you! The idea of him being married and having a family should not conflict at all with the beliefs on his doctrine of Love, because after all he was sent by God to pass what humans pass. It's the female being so important thing, old school catholics still cannot dig it... And I say priestesses would be more useful than priests because after all God has no gender, and the bread in the Communion is what becomes Christ... Whatever. Men still have the power thing in powerful places... Hope to live to see the day the choose a femme Pope... Actually it would be easier to see a black male Pope... And we all know that with the racist core in high places THAT is not going to happen anytime soon...
Oh, it's not picking on catholics... I am one. But it is true that the Church has been made with a bloody core, all in the name of God. Truth cannot be deleted. It has been shameful the ways the "black sheep" advanced within velvet robes and iron fists...
The Omen remake, on 6-6-06... Right in tune with the profecies of Lourdes and of Nostradamus. Cool scary stuff, since after all... It could be true... Buahahahah
Now, let's seat back and wait for the Xmen delivery next week... That Gandalf-Magneto guy is really cooking... You gotta love him in the Davinci Code. He has selected many outstanding roles to bear under his belt. I love that guy as much as the guy that brings life to young Ben Kenobi.
Nothing else in this hot odd corner of the island...
10-4
I don't get how come in the new century they still make church protests about religious themes. Sorry but creativity and fiction is simply that, and if it were true it would be even better, as Jesus fought all the time in favor of women's rights. He was the first feminist, mind you! The idea of him being married and having a family should not conflict at all with the beliefs on his doctrine of Love, because after all he was sent by God to pass what humans pass. It's the female being so important thing, old school catholics still cannot dig it... And I say priestesses would be more useful than priests because after all God has no gender, and the bread in the Communion is what becomes Christ... Whatever. Men still have the power thing in powerful places... Hope to live to see the day the choose a femme Pope... Actually it would be easier to see a black male Pope... And we all know that with the racist core in high places THAT is not going to happen anytime soon...
Oh, it's not picking on catholics... I am one. But it is true that the Church has been made with a bloody core, all in the name of God. Truth cannot be deleted. It has been shameful the ways the "black sheep" advanced within velvet robes and iron fists...
The Omen remake, on 6-6-06... Right in tune with the profecies of Lourdes and of Nostradamus. Cool scary stuff, since after all... It could be true... Buahahahah
Now, let's seat back and wait for the Xmen delivery next week... That Gandalf-Magneto guy is really cooking... You gotta love him in the Davinci Code. He has selected many outstanding roles to bear under his belt. I love that guy as much as the guy that brings life to young Ben Kenobi.
Nothing else in this hot odd corner of the island...
10-4
Friday, May 19, 2006
Beached Whales
Latest events:
Thursday: During the day we wandered the local mall in search of a/c as the heat here is becoming unbelievable… Lucinda met with us and so we roamed different stores. I rediscovered my favorite store, which I had not visited since Jan. Also tried to find some shoes or sandals, but that quest is almost impossible to complete for me… the curse of being sz 11-12 on shoes… Went home to dig in a nice dinner made by auntie. Then, to Lucinda’s at night. Watched Scorpion King while the kids finished their studying & eating bananas. Groundel finally did some of his humongous laundry.
Friday: Auntie’s thinguies in the morning, then to Caña Gorda with Lucinda and the gang during the afternoon. It was fun, I didn’t get burn in the sun, there were people from Italy, India and USA, and it didn’t rain. The place is still neat, with lifeguards and the basics covered (bath, shower, even a cafeteria). Love the mix of nature and basics. Groundel played with the kids, Lucinda got almost an hour of peace and silence, and we even saw a dead mouse. Trees and birds roamed the place, you could listen to the birds conversations on the road to the beach. Seems the Dry Forest Reserve is doing its job well. Even cactuses looked big and healthy. The druid is very satisfied. Yay!
Plans for the next days:
Saturday: First I need to change some car parts so I get the ones I need, so the morning will be busy. I foresee I will try hunting for primer so I can do the living room’s walls on my house. Also, need some cement and some blocks to build some sort of small wall for the front garden. Next week’s weekend is the right moon to plant, so gotta have the place ready. I may do some of this tomorrow, if the weather (and energy levels) allows it. If not, then I guess it will be a matter of hanging a hammock and drink a very cold smoothie. On Sunday: Will try to do something different. Gotta think hard to actually achieve that goal. On Monday: Gotta do the actual decoration at the school, so it’s gonna be a loooong day. Maybe will watch the DaVinci Code. On Tuesday: Gotta find uncle to get tatara’s stuff to my house. Sometime during this next week: Gotta reconnect with Nature before the 29th, when I will have to leave Ravy in hands of the mechanic.
We’ll see how it all unfolds
10-4
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Ombligo de la semana
Well, painting should be over in matters of kindergarten graduation. I have to be at the school the day before the event to make sure they decorate properly. That should be next 22. After that, free of any project besides my owns. Yay!
Laundry seems a pain in the butt these days. Now Groundel has no place to do his laundry because the place closed... Insane! Its the second one that closes, the dark cloud reached them it seems... Me, I have been doing the laundry the whole day since I had clothing accumulated for 3-4 weeks... Another insanity... I should be done tomorrow if I am diligent.
Love the * thing, it is great to keep conversations running smoothly ;P
Saw Mission Impossible 3 yesterday. I expected the same, and it actually entertained/surprised me. The action is good, the eye candy and acting is ok, the story is not so bad... A good choice if you are really bored and need an A/C set at high fast! Yes, almost at heatstroke levels... this summer is pura candela!
Lucinda getting kids ready for the finals. She was wathing Aeon Flux tonight... To think I actually had to see that movie at the theater makes me sick... What a waste of time and money! Anyway... Kids on finals and laundry as well... Guess Wednesday is the "gotta clean everything" time of the week, or something...
Coriolis enjoying a warp speed time-traveling to the good old years thanks to his car. There, you see? Christine aint so bad at all. Thanks to her you got in contact with your roots... Little grasshoper, rediscover your talents and rule the world! Buahahahahahah!
NoName has been lurking in the shadows. Seems he had a change of life that is making a difference. I am really glad for him. He is one of those special entities that really deserves the best.
And this is life in the Twilight Zone during the low ratings season...
10-4
Laundry seems a pain in the butt these days. Now Groundel has no place to do his laundry because the place closed... Insane! Its the second one that closes, the dark cloud reached them it seems... Me, I have been doing the laundry the whole day since I had clothing accumulated for 3-4 weeks... Another insanity... I should be done tomorrow if I am diligent.
Love the * thing, it is great to keep conversations running smoothly ;P
Saw Mission Impossible 3 yesterday. I expected the same, and it actually entertained/surprised me. The action is good, the eye candy and acting is ok, the story is not so bad... A good choice if you are really bored and need an A/C set at high fast! Yes, almost at heatstroke levels... this summer is pura candela!
Lucinda getting kids ready for the finals. She was wathing Aeon Flux tonight... To think I actually had to see that movie at the theater makes me sick... What a waste of time and money! Anyway... Kids on finals and laundry as well... Guess Wednesday is the "gotta clean everything" time of the week, or something...
Coriolis enjoying a warp speed time-traveling to the good old years thanks to his car. There, you see? Christine aint so bad at all. Thanks to her you got in contact with your roots... Little grasshoper, rediscover your talents and rule the world! Buahahahahahah!
NoName has been lurking in the shadows. Seems he had a change of life that is making a difference. I am really glad for him. He is one of those special entities that really deserves the best.
And this is life in the Twilight Zone during the low ratings season...
10-4
Monday, May 15, 2006
Antiques and cars
Started my vacations today. Wheee o algo.
Good news: I’ll be outside the stupid work environment for 15 days
Bad news: No money, no fun, nowhere to go. I thought I would do all my car’s fix-ups but it needs to stay for 4 days at the mechanics place, so he did the basics and I will have to be gentle with Ravy until I can leave it over there on the 29th. Nothing more to do about it, my whole paycheck went down the drain… Will repeat the story on the 30th. So… the day went by, by mid-afternoon had a big headache and took a nap. Woke up just to write here, feel special people.
Spent the weekend painting some more for the kinder graduation. I hope to finish it all off tomorrow so the kids can actually rehearse for the big event on the 23rd. By Wednesday I hope I can go to the house and take most plants over there.
My aunt told me granny wants to throw away some old caoba beds that belonged to my tataras, and I plan to take them home as well… I have to quench my antique’s thirst somehow. That will be just great for the castle thing I want to do. Finally, furniture! Who knew? Hopefully will be able to design SOMETHING out of the trash over here and over granny’s… Need an emergency shelter in case I can stand no more the fights and the hostile ambience…
Over & out.
Good news: I’ll be outside the stupid work environment for 15 days
Bad news: No money, no fun, nowhere to go. I thought I would do all my car’s fix-ups but it needs to stay for 4 days at the mechanics place, so he did the basics and I will have to be gentle with Ravy until I can leave it over there on the 29th. Nothing more to do about it, my whole paycheck went down the drain… Will repeat the story on the 30th. So… the day went by, by mid-afternoon had a big headache and took a nap. Woke up just to write here, feel special people.
Spent the weekend painting some more for the kinder graduation. I hope to finish it all off tomorrow so the kids can actually rehearse for the big event on the 23rd. By Wednesday I hope I can go to the house and take most plants over there.
My aunt told me granny wants to throw away some old caoba beds that belonged to my tataras, and I plan to take them home as well… I have to quench my antique’s thirst somehow. That will be just great for the castle thing I want to do. Finally, furniture! Who knew? Hopefully will be able to design SOMETHING out of the trash over here and over granny’s… Need an emergency shelter in case I can stand no more the fights and the hostile ambience…
Over & out.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Todays Blow Job
I am so pissed that perhaps there are no words to describe it. Indignation is perhaps what comes up as appropriate. Everyone hates when a good tale goes wrong, and although signals did hint on some things it just baffles me how things can change so much out of lack of vision and stupidity. Yes, MrPopu, this one’s for you.
You know, yes it is not of my business, but I cannot stand aside and be quiet about it. Man, be blunt and be yourself, but of all the people I didn’t expect you to be so stupid and irrational. You always brag about so much wits you have, about your open mindedness, about how you would do ANYTHING for the right person… You actually GET the right person out of sheer chance, and then WHAM! You kick that person out without any contemplation as easy as passing the sugar… Going back to so many lectures that YOU gave ME about distance and stuff, makes me see just how low you can go if there are no real motives for making a decision… and how you only based everything on being physical. It saddens me greatly the whole situation, and in this one I canNOT stand supporting you because of what you showed through all the time you were with her. I didn’t see breathtaking love, but a comfort zone that sometimes deserved a WTF? I saw her doing everything in her hands to see you and make you happy. You would say you’ll meet her then stay up all night and not meeting her at all the next day because you were not feeling well, or were tired, or were sick… Well… You kinda made that situation happen… and so she had to deal with it... without complaining… too many times… But you cannot deal with her stuff? Knowing she doesn’t hop around having a good time as you do? Because don’t give me crap, you go places and have fun while she studies and work… I didn’t see you giving her much support. It was all about YOU. Her supporting you. Her making you feel special. Her multiplying her time to make a stunt and see you. Her trying her best to make you happy…
You say much about others, criticize others, but you seem not to really look at yourself in the mirror. What have you done with your life all these years? Besides fun. Besides joda. Besides attempts to work while making fun your priority. Nothing too serious about it if you point out the things that really matter. So much talent (I still believe you are a genius), so much knowledge, so many skills… And still wasting it all just because you can. You should count your blessings, and be happy and actually strive to change the money/job thing… You sell me SJ as a fucking land of opportunity, but YOU still don’t have the job in which you can say you are happy… So much for being in Area Metro. You know the vanity of life over there, and you disdain it and judge it… but somehow you have assimilated it in your own life as well. Many things brings out character in a person, and in that I thought you excelled… until today. I stand for her on this one because I believed in you and everything you stood for, and somehow it all feels empty right now.
I feel as if I entered the Twilight Zone, or as if this has been a prank of sorts… You know I am not a double-face, and I can be as brutally honest as you. And darling, this is NOT an opinion, as well as this is NOT me pushing my shit in your face. You screwed up big time for the wrong reasons, hurting someone that deserved much more than that. It’s that simple. I feel outraged that you are so cool and casual about it. Makes me want to show up over there and shove tapes (if I had them) with things YOU have REALLY said up your ass. I am passionate towards my beliefs on the people I care lots about. You are one of them. But LS is too, and it all makes you the REAL bad guy after all. Grow up, little boy. You will be 40 next week. Playing the university renegade doesn't suit your style.
It is NOT about insulting you. It is NOT about taking things out on you. It is NOT about being bitchy. Angry-vindictive one, others can be and do and say as thoughtlessly as you do. If you don’t care, we don’t care. It’s plain vanilla.
I was actually happy and content today. I started my vacations yesterday at 4:30pm. I was painting murals today. I was being fed a nice NewYorker overloaded with pepperoni. I will get paid for this job as well… I got my car’s auto parts… I had plans to visit Lucinda and watch a movie and eat some cheesecake and cielito lindo… I got allergy medicine for free… Had no struggles with Groundel… It was a good day... Until I read everything I read when I arrived home. Mad, hell yeah! Disgusted? Hell yeah! Outraged? Hell yeah! Biased? Hell yeah!
10-4
You know, yes it is not of my business, but I cannot stand aside and be quiet about it. Man, be blunt and be yourself, but of all the people I didn’t expect you to be so stupid and irrational. You always brag about so much wits you have, about your open mindedness, about how you would do ANYTHING for the right person… You actually GET the right person out of sheer chance, and then WHAM! You kick that person out without any contemplation as easy as passing the sugar… Going back to so many lectures that YOU gave ME about distance and stuff, makes me see just how low you can go if there are no real motives for making a decision… and how you only based everything on being physical. It saddens me greatly the whole situation, and in this one I canNOT stand supporting you because of what you showed through all the time you were with her. I didn’t see breathtaking love, but a comfort zone that sometimes deserved a WTF? I saw her doing everything in her hands to see you and make you happy. You would say you’ll meet her then stay up all night and not meeting her at all the next day because you were not feeling well, or were tired, or were sick… Well… You kinda made that situation happen… and so she had to deal with it... without complaining… too many times… But you cannot deal with her stuff? Knowing she doesn’t hop around having a good time as you do? Because don’t give me crap, you go places and have fun while she studies and work… I didn’t see you giving her much support. It was all about YOU. Her supporting you. Her making you feel special. Her multiplying her time to make a stunt and see you. Her trying her best to make you happy…
You say much about others, criticize others, but you seem not to really look at yourself in the mirror. What have you done with your life all these years? Besides fun. Besides joda. Besides attempts to work while making fun your priority. Nothing too serious about it if you point out the things that really matter. So much talent (I still believe you are a genius), so much knowledge, so many skills… And still wasting it all just because you can. You should count your blessings, and be happy and actually strive to change the money/job thing… You sell me SJ as a fucking land of opportunity, but YOU still don’t have the job in which you can say you are happy… So much for being in Area Metro. You know the vanity of life over there, and you disdain it and judge it… but somehow you have assimilated it in your own life as well. Many things brings out character in a person, and in that I thought you excelled… until today. I stand for her on this one because I believed in you and everything you stood for, and somehow it all feels empty right now.
I feel as if I entered the Twilight Zone, or as if this has been a prank of sorts… You know I am not a double-face, and I can be as brutally honest as you. And darling, this is NOT an opinion, as well as this is NOT me pushing my shit in your face. You screwed up big time for the wrong reasons, hurting someone that deserved much more than that. It’s that simple. I feel outraged that you are so cool and casual about it. Makes me want to show up over there and shove tapes (if I had them) with things YOU have REALLY said up your ass. I am passionate towards my beliefs on the people I care lots about. You are one of them. But LS is too, and it all makes you the REAL bad guy after all. Grow up, little boy. You will be 40 next week. Playing the university renegade doesn't suit your style.
It is NOT about insulting you. It is NOT about taking things out on you. It is NOT about being bitchy. Angry-vindictive one, others can be and do and say as thoughtlessly as you do. If you don’t care, we don’t care. It’s plain vanilla.
I was actually happy and content today. I started my vacations yesterday at 4:30pm. I was painting murals today. I was being fed a nice NewYorker overloaded with pepperoni. I will get paid for this job as well… I got my car’s auto parts… I had plans to visit Lucinda and watch a movie and eat some cheesecake and cielito lindo… I got allergy medicine for free… Had no struggles with Groundel… It was a good day... Until I read everything I read when I arrived home. Mad, hell yeah! Disgusted? Hell yeah! Outraged? Hell yeah! Biased? Hell yeah!
10-4
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Grrrrls just wanna have fun
I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...
-Cindy Lauper, Girls just want to have fun
To my fav girls: Lucinda, Kara, and the one and only diva Popu
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...
-Cindy Lauper, Girls just want to have fun
To my fav girls: Lucinda, Kara, and the one and only diva Popu
And nothing has happenned...
It took four wise men to get conclusions and answers in order to solve a crisis, more than 40 legislators couldn’t do that in 2 weeks after Hour0, or before. It is all an interesting drama. If legislators are to do their job they must know what they are doing, and that rule that let a high school graduate be a legislator is really stray. The minimum in order to be in a charge of a country should be a Masters degree going for a Doctorate. Why? Brains are needed in those jobs, people that actually use their brain muscles and talk without hurting each other and solve anything. Now we have to see what cancer Rosello has to say or do today, since he is in a vendetta to punish everyone for not electing him governor in 2004. The guy is that insane.
Besides politics, I guess that everything else will fall in place. Commerce was badly damaged by these last two weeks, but people have still 3 more days to shop before Sunday (if anyone out there is clueless, Sunday is Mother’s Day). So I foresee havoc at the superstores at the last minutes…
Yesterday updated the server at Aguadilla. It all ran smoothly. I expect to get rid off all the little things left over my table… Tomorrow at 4:30pm I’ll be officially on vacation. Hopefully I’ll get to take care of my car and to do some planting and cleanup at the house. Maybe will pass by a certain b-day bash if I get quorum for that, let’s see how this weekend unfolds.
Today is Groundel’s last final… Yay!
Finishing painting the Nemo fishes, a couple of Dora and Lion King still in process but by Sat it all should be done in terms of characters. Gotta go do some bubbles in the sea, and create the forest. And the tree that goes in the middle. And man and woman. This whole project must be finished on Sat, I don’t intend to go on spending all free days on it. I don’t even know if I will actually get paid. I will do anything for food, but a little cash helps too.
‘Life’s like a movie,
Make your own ending.
Keep believing,
Keep pretending.
And then your dreams will come true
With the lovers,
The dreamers,
And you!”
-Kermit the Frog & the Muppets
Besides politics, I guess that everything else will fall in place. Commerce was badly damaged by these last two weeks, but people have still 3 more days to shop before Sunday (if anyone out there is clueless, Sunday is Mother’s Day). So I foresee havoc at the superstores at the last minutes…
Yesterday updated the server at Aguadilla. It all ran smoothly. I expect to get rid off all the little things left over my table… Tomorrow at 4:30pm I’ll be officially on vacation. Hopefully I’ll get to take care of my car and to do some planting and cleanup at the house. Maybe will pass by a certain b-day bash if I get quorum for that, let’s see how this weekend unfolds.
Today is Groundel’s last final… Yay!
Finishing painting the Nemo fishes, a couple of Dora and Lion King still in process but by Sat it all should be done in terms of characters. Gotta go do some bubbles in the sea, and create the forest. And the tree that goes in the middle. And man and woman. This whole project must be finished on Sat, I don’t intend to go on spending all free days on it. I don’t even know if I will actually get paid. I will do anything for food, but a little cash helps too.
‘Life’s like a movie,
Make your own ending.
Keep believing,
Keep pretending.
And then your dreams will come true
With the lovers,
The dreamers,
And you!”
-Kermit the Frog & the Muppets
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Stormy weather and sinking ships
I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on Friday that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
`Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
-Elton John, The bitch is back
Stormy days, sleepless hellish nights. I think MotherNature is really pissed and is hinting everyone about it. Only a few of us seem to know what she’s up to… Whatever.
The island keeps on being a bad movie with even worst direction. Now the head of Tourism seems to wear “grÃngolas” because last night she said that the world has not been impacted by the problems here, that tourism is ok… Hah! It is so ok, that to prove her how things are people of the Teacher’s Federation posted themselves in front of cruises in SJ not allowing tourists out of the cruise, so the whole world would know what is going on here… Talk about stressing a point… the stupid way… The whole world already knows what is going on here. That’s why the Paradores and hotels have been receiving cancellations by the hour. There are many other stops in the Caribbean that are more attractive right now… If you want peace and quiet why would you come here?
And nothing is happening… The images speak for themselves. One thing is passion for a cause, another is stupid clueless passion for the cause of two people, not the commonwealth. Let then kill themselves if they dare, in international tv if they can… so the whole world sees what this island has become, an island ruled by creatures that have proven to be lesser than animals.
There are many stirs in the horizon… The current chaotic ambience blinds people to Mother Nature’s sights… Beware. A nice earthquake may become quite possible any moment, especially with the increased heat… A hurricane can devastate us thanks to the now common practice of destroying mountains to create roads. Mountains protected us, now there is no barrier that keeps the towns safe along the coast. Hotels and houses built over the seashore will experience the waves in a whole new way… It is a matter of months, really… Political clowns are just the beginning of the end. Lovely fate.
Groundel is in finals. He’s got tests the whole week long. Still no water and definitively no light at his place. And now with this whole situation finding a job will be almost futile. Another lovely issue… Well, in lighter themes, Lucinda’s kids are obsessed with him. His fault for being an easy E/C.
Sinking ship for all of us. And the ship includes work and family. People are unbelievable these days… At work no way to climb the corporate ladder. At home family won’t acknowledge that one is actually a grown up, not a 15 year old kid. It is a bit comforting knowing that Coriolis is going through the same thing. Seems that it is the curse of the half-breeds…
Will try finding the parts that the mechanic needs to fix my car. Gotta have them all to go see him on Monday. I hope that Ravy doesn’t come up with any surprises… As it is, the whole paycheck will be for her operations. She’s been a good girl so far, and I’ve mistreated her much, a little pampering is in order.
Trying to put everything together so I have nothing left waiting for my return from vacations… Got many things to do… too little time…
10-4
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on Friday that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
`Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
-Elton John, The bitch is back
Stormy days, sleepless hellish nights. I think MotherNature is really pissed and is hinting everyone about it. Only a few of us seem to know what she’s up to… Whatever.
The island keeps on being a bad movie with even worst direction. Now the head of Tourism seems to wear “grÃngolas” because last night she said that the world has not been impacted by the problems here, that tourism is ok… Hah! It is so ok, that to prove her how things are people of the Teacher’s Federation posted themselves in front of cruises in SJ not allowing tourists out of the cruise, so the whole world would know what is going on here… Talk about stressing a point… the stupid way… The whole world already knows what is going on here. That’s why the Paradores and hotels have been receiving cancellations by the hour. There are many other stops in the Caribbean that are more attractive right now… If you want peace and quiet why would you come here?
And nothing is happening… The images speak for themselves. One thing is passion for a cause, another is stupid clueless passion for the cause of two people, not the commonwealth. Let then kill themselves if they dare, in international tv if they can… so the whole world sees what this island has become, an island ruled by creatures that have proven to be lesser than animals.
There are many stirs in the horizon… The current chaotic ambience blinds people to Mother Nature’s sights… Beware. A nice earthquake may become quite possible any moment, especially with the increased heat… A hurricane can devastate us thanks to the now common practice of destroying mountains to create roads. Mountains protected us, now there is no barrier that keeps the towns safe along the coast. Hotels and houses built over the seashore will experience the waves in a whole new way… It is a matter of months, really… Political clowns are just the beginning of the end. Lovely fate.
Groundel is in finals. He’s got tests the whole week long. Still no water and definitively no light at his place. And now with this whole situation finding a job will be almost futile. Another lovely issue… Well, in lighter themes, Lucinda’s kids are obsessed with him. His fault for being an easy E/C.
Sinking ship for all of us. And the ship includes work and family. People are unbelievable these days… At work no way to climb the corporate ladder. At home family won’t acknowledge that one is actually a grown up, not a 15 year old kid. It is a bit comforting knowing that Coriolis is going through the same thing. Seems that it is the curse of the half-breeds…
Will try finding the parts that the mechanic needs to fix my car. Gotta have them all to go see him on Monday. I hope that Ravy doesn’t come up with any surprises… As it is, the whole paycheck will be for her operations. She’s been a good girl so far, and I’ve mistreated her much, a little pampering is in order.
Trying to put everything together so I have nothing left waiting for my return from vacations… Got many things to do… too little time…
10-4
The Rose
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
-Bette Midler, The Rose
Monday, May 08, 2006
Paro? Qué paro?
This weekend was pretty damn busy. Painted many things for a kindergarten graduation of a friend, both in Sat & Sun. Stupidity of people doesn't cease to amaze me. The island situation is the same, politial games while tripping... Soon someone will blow something, you'll see! Anyway, at work today... actually working... this is a small sanity break. Yay!
10-4
10-4
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Network pranks
I finally solved the mystery of the stray blinking network. A bent cable, with actually broken filaments inside as I discovered after slitting it open, was creating the havoc that kept me with a huge headache from 8am to 3pm. At least today I didn’t forget to have lunch… I was talking to the cable while strangling it… Yes it felt good. Mission accomplished.
The Black Theater of Prague will be here by end of month. I would love to witness the dream, lets see just how much costs the ticket. Also, Popu’s birthday bash is on a weeknight, but I may try to go because it should be vacation time for me… All is subject to the issue of protests and gov closing being solved. I wont risk my car any further.
Got to fix the car for once and for all on the next 15th. If I don’t fix it, then no travel can take place. And a working car is a need, not a commodity. So there goes the constructor payment for this month. Sorry but no car, no work, no payment at all.
Between yesterday and today what was left of my patience is gone. I hope that no further events take place in what is left of the afternoon or night because I pity the fool that stands in front of me if that happens…
10-4
The Black Theater of Prague will be here by end of month. I would love to witness the dream, lets see just how much costs the ticket. Also, Popu’s birthday bash is on a weeknight, but I may try to go because it should be vacation time for me… All is subject to the issue of protests and gov closing being solved. I wont risk my car any further.
Got to fix the car for once and for all on the next 15th. If I don’t fix it, then no travel can take place. And a working car is a need, not a commodity. So there goes the constructor payment for this month. Sorry but no car, no work, no payment at all.
Between yesterday and today what was left of my patience is gone. I hope that no further events take place in what is left of the afternoon or night because I pity the fool that stands in front of me if that happens…
10-4
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Something lighter...
Coriolis had an accident on Friday night. His car was badly damaged as it clashed against a cement barricade. It was almost midnight, and after a long day that began at 5am he fall asleep while driving. Luckily somehow nothing happenned to him. Just his car, Christine, who had a facelift that mimics its intentions towards him...
Lucinda thinking about Louisiana.
Groundel's leg is better. So he's back on track on routine.
Me, I'm not sick... repeat, I'm finally NOT sick. Yes, something wicked is coming this way... ;) Been watching Friends and ST:TNG lately... I had forgotten just how muh I love Picard as captain. Still got the trekkie in me... Wheee!
10-4
Lucinda thinking about Louisiana.
Groundel's leg is better. So he's back on track on routine.
Me, I'm not sick... repeat, I'm finally NOT sick. Yes, something wicked is coming this way... ;) Been watching Friends and ST:TNG lately... I had forgotten just how muh I love Picard as captain. Still got the trekkie in me... Wheee!
10-4
Prepare your luggage, boricua!
The island keeps on screaming, but the fat leaders are deaf to its message. It doesn’t matter how much EVERYONE emphasizes that colors are NOT important right now, that solutions must be reached… leaders keep on in their red-blue quest for totalitarianism. Who knew that after all our democracy was a façade, as dictatorship seems to be the air we breathe now.
Yesterday it was revealed how our small little crisis has been advertised around the globe. All nations are warning people about this chaotic island, warning against traveling here because we are on the edge of something big. All the movement done by the Dept. of Tourism, all the TV adds showing the world our wonderful natural havens, all the money invested on making people see how internal tourism was a choice, all has gone to hell. I wonder about the effect on Porta del Sol. I wonder on the effect on the proposal of being the Olympic games host for 2010. I wonder on the effect of tourism from Spain, Portugal, China, England, Thailand…tourism that will now select Cuba, Dominican Republic, Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico, Panama, or any of the small Antilles for their leisure… anything but Puerto Rico. I wonder if the government seriously thought about that effect, as tourism is one of the few things left that brought life to this isle… We have nothing else for survival. We have no crops, no agriculture… Our people are lazy, and won’t bend their backs using a machete. We used to be export kings of sugar and coffee, but that is long past. All we have now is education (and seems that is only for a few people), tourism and political mayhem. And educated people are fleeing to the US mainland because educated people don’t really have a bright future here… It is the sad truth.
This goes from bad to worst. The truckers gave a warning today that if the government doesn’t change in favor of all the people that right now is without a job, that in Friday they will start a general stop. Meaning: Pandemonium when getting gasoline, food and everything else. People are getting more desperate each passing minute, and talking solves nothing… I don’t visualize a happy ending. Just one week of government closure will have a negative impact that will last for years. Everything that is taking place will have a negative impact regardless of the outcome. The tension is high, as we all watch how things get out of hand, police clash with civilians, and leaders keep getting fat. It will all lead to bloodshed. It will all lead to the beginning of a revolution if things keep on as heated as they are. The solution for some of us may be preparing the luggage and getting ready to go anytime soon. There is no point in keeping faith or belief in a land ruled by pigs, whose followers have been zombifyed… I don’t believe that the other side is the promised land of opportunity, but at least there are chances for actually living based on your skills and knowledge and with some stability… Sometimes just having that chance is enough reason after all. Living as we are living, in stress, in distress, in fear, in tension… this is not living at all. I am grateful that my gov agency was one of the few that keeps on working… but if it all keeps this way, the ship will sink as the Titanic, no matter what some of us do…
Me, I am evaluating all the choices lay out in front of me. I have a reason to stay, duty towards my aunt, but that’s it. If that reason didn’t exist, I would have been gone from this cursed isle years ago. My destiny forks either within Tx or within Fl. Alternatives are being explored. I wont wait until it all explodes in my face. I would hate to leave my house and the comfort zone of knowing everything for miles… But there must be a chance for truly living elsewhere. It is the only thing I keep on believing, the only hint of hope.
10-4
Yesterday it was revealed how our small little crisis has been advertised around the globe. All nations are warning people about this chaotic island, warning against traveling here because we are on the edge of something big. All the movement done by the Dept. of Tourism, all the TV adds showing the world our wonderful natural havens, all the money invested on making people see how internal tourism was a choice, all has gone to hell. I wonder about the effect on Porta del Sol. I wonder on the effect on the proposal of being the Olympic games host for 2010. I wonder on the effect of tourism from Spain, Portugal, China, England, Thailand…tourism that will now select Cuba, Dominican Republic, Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico, Panama, or any of the small Antilles for their leisure… anything but Puerto Rico. I wonder if the government seriously thought about that effect, as tourism is one of the few things left that brought life to this isle… We have nothing else for survival. We have no crops, no agriculture… Our people are lazy, and won’t bend their backs using a machete. We used to be export kings of sugar and coffee, but that is long past. All we have now is education (and seems that is only for a few people), tourism and political mayhem. And educated people are fleeing to the US mainland because educated people don’t really have a bright future here… It is the sad truth.
This goes from bad to worst. The truckers gave a warning today that if the government doesn’t change in favor of all the people that right now is without a job, that in Friday they will start a general stop. Meaning: Pandemonium when getting gasoline, food and everything else. People are getting more desperate each passing minute, and talking solves nothing… I don’t visualize a happy ending. Just one week of government closure will have a negative impact that will last for years. Everything that is taking place will have a negative impact regardless of the outcome. The tension is high, as we all watch how things get out of hand, police clash with civilians, and leaders keep getting fat. It will all lead to bloodshed. It will all lead to the beginning of a revolution if things keep on as heated as they are. The solution for some of us may be preparing the luggage and getting ready to go anytime soon. There is no point in keeping faith or belief in a land ruled by pigs, whose followers have been zombifyed… I don’t believe that the other side is the promised land of opportunity, but at least there are chances for actually living based on your skills and knowledge and with some stability… Sometimes just having that chance is enough reason after all. Living as we are living, in stress, in distress, in fear, in tension… this is not living at all. I am grateful that my gov agency was one of the few that keeps on working… but if it all keeps this way, the ship will sink as the Titanic, no matter what some of us do…
Me, I am evaluating all the choices lay out in front of me. I have a reason to stay, duty towards my aunt, but that’s it. If that reason didn’t exist, I would have been gone from this cursed isle years ago. My destiny forks either within Tx or within Fl. Alternatives are being explored. I wont wait until it all explodes in my face. I would hate to leave my house and the comfort zone of knowing everything for miles… But there must be a chance for truly living elsewhere. It is the only thing I keep on believing, the only hint of hope.
10-4
Monday, May 01, 2006
PR GRITA! and 9-11 memories
I had to spend most of the weekend in bed due to the medicine that my dear doctor prescribed… The only interesting thing that I did was watch the 9-11 special that National Geographic aired.
It lasted for 4 hours, and it covered all events from 1990 to the 9-11 event. Somehow it got to me even more than simply watching the towers going down… I recall that I stayed home that day on sick leave, and I heard something in the radio about a crash. They were urging people to turn on the tv and see what was going on. As I did the second plane appeared and crashed against the other tower. It all looked as if it all was taken from a movie… Although the press tried it best to bring a good coverage, it was more of a fight to get the news first, a cannibalism on one event that simply was and had nothing different to offer but a harsh reality about the consequences of lack of tolerance and hate. The greatest evil deeds in the world has been done in the name of God. Anyway… The documentary was unbiased and focused on facts, and it somehow created more impact in me than the press coverage that they gave it for weeks. Amazing how an idea that took life in the minds of two kids became such a catastrophe. The mind is the strongest and deadliest weapon of them all.
We could think that it all happened years ago, and get laid back under the thought that nothing like that will happen again… But last year’s London bombing was the siren that should keep us awake and alert. Innocents are always the victims, and political agendas give way to terrorism because they create black holes that those who are very wary take advantage of. London’s incident was just months ago… and it is sad that somehow it has been forgotten because it was an incident that didn’t affect us directly. It takes a governor being stubborn and political flags clashing within legislative and executive branches to make people react to something in this little piece of earth within the Caribbean.
And is just that, react… A reaction because money won’t be available to get food, to cover expenses and to indulge themselves a bit… A reaction that doesn’t go beyond that slogan: “Que no jueguen con mis habichuelas”. If that had not happened, the laws about sales tax and the reconstruction of the governmental structure would keep on being ideas that wouldn’t even hit a desk… If this had not happened people would keep on choosing loosers at the election just because of fanatism towards the colors red, blue or green. And the saddest part, besides the fact that this government closing will lead to financial and social chaos, is that on the next elections the colors will keep on ruling people’s votes… because the idea of choosing leaders because of their abilities and genuine interest seems passé in a land that judges everyone by whom they know and bling-bling. It would be refreshing if people actually learned something from this experience…
Yesterday, some bamboos and trees in the small mountain right in front of my house collapsed. They fall reaching the sidewalk, obstructing the path for cars. Where I live there are no other side ways, and the way leads to another urbanization that relies completely on the main way. The thing is, a small traffic jam took place in both sides. People returning home could not pass, and people leaving their homes could not pass. It amused me how people just stared at the bamboos and trees, from inside their cars, and no one would actually get off their cars to move the fallen plants. From the side of people leaving their houses, a group of 3 surfers emerged from their car, which was lost in the traffic jam. The younglings at first just gathered around the trees, staring as trapped Sims that lifted their arms in the air screaming “What now”. Then out of the blue they got a machete and started tearing the trees apart. The firemen that I called finally arrived, just as the younglings cleared half of the way and the people stormed into it passing as if the world was gonna end or something… Even the firemen stared as if not knowing what to do, and one of the younglings suggested tying the trees to cars so they could be moved. And so they did. The youngling surfers had saved the day… because instead of sitting still and wishing they got on their feet and acted… not reacted. That is what makes a real difference. Reacting is shallow, a reflex. Acting involves thought and will and innovation and creativity.
So that’s the problem in this Island of Enchantment… People react. Reflexes do not involve deep thoughts or real solutions. And our leaders only do that… reacting to events, without thinking much of the future ahead of us. Makes me wish some young surfers would take the legislation and actually create laws to solve the crisis in PR… somehow, they have more brains than the actual people warming those seats.
10-4
It lasted for 4 hours, and it covered all events from 1990 to the 9-11 event. Somehow it got to me even more than simply watching the towers going down… I recall that I stayed home that day on sick leave, and I heard something in the radio about a crash. They were urging people to turn on the tv and see what was going on. As I did the second plane appeared and crashed against the other tower. It all looked as if it all was taken from a movie… Although the press tried it best to bring a good coverage, it was more of a fight to get the news first, a cannibalism on one event that simply was and had nothing different to offer but a harsh reality about the consequences of lack of tolerance and hate. The greatest evil deeds in the world has been done in the name of God. Anyway… The documentary was unbiased and focused on facts, and it somehow created more impact in me than the press coverage that they gave it for weeks. Amazing how an idea that took life in the minds of two kids became such a catastrophe. The mind is the strongest and deadliest weapon of them all.
We could think that it all happened years ago, and get laid back under the thought that nothing like that will happen again… But last year’s London bombing was the siren that should keep us awake and alert. Innocents are always the victims, and political agendas give way to terrorism because they create black holes that those who are very wary take advantage of. London’s incident was just months ago… and it is sad that somehow it has been forgotten because it was an incident that didn’t affect us directly. It takes a governor being stubborn and political flags clashing within legislative and executive branches to make people react to something in this little piece of earth within the Caribbean.
And is just that, react… A reaction because money won’t be available to get food, to cover expenses and to indulge themselves a bit… A reaction that doesn’t go beyond that slogan: “Que no jueguen con mis habichuelas”. If that had not happened, the laws about sales tax and the reconstruction of the governmental structure would keep on being ideas that wouldn’t even hit a desk… If this had not happened people would keep on choosing loosers at the election just because of fanatism towards the colors red, blue or green. And the saddest part, besides the fact that this government closing will lead to financial and social chaos, is that on the next elections the colors will keep on ruling people’s votes… because the idea of choosing leaders because of their abilities and genuine interest seems passé in a land that judges everyone by whom they know and bling-bling. It would be refreshing if people actually learned something from this experience…
Yesterday, some bamboos and trees in the small mountain right in front of my house collapsed. They fall reaching the sidewalk, obstructing the path for cars. Where I live there are no other side ways, and the way leads to another urbanization that relies completely on the main way. The thing is, a small traffic jam took place in both sides. People returning home could not pass, and people leaving their homes could not pass. It amused me how people just stared at the bamboos and trees, from inside their cars, and no one would actually get off their cars to move the fallen plants. From the side of people leaving their houses, a group of 3 surfers emerged from their car, which was lost in the traffic jam. The younglings at first just gathered around the trees, staring as trapped Sims that lifted their arms in the air screaming “What now”. Then out of the blue they got a machete and started tearing the trees apart. The firemen that I called finally arrived, just as the younglings cleared half of the way and the people stormed into it passing as if the world was gonna end or something… Even the firemen stared as if not knowing what to do, and one of the younglings suggested tying the trees to cars so they could be moved. And so they did. The youngling surfers had saved the day… because instead of sitting still and wishing they got on their feet and acted… not reacted. That is what makes a real difference. Reacting is shallow, a reflex. Acting involves thought and will and innovation and creativity.
So that’s the problem in this Island of Enchantment… People react. Reflexes do not involve deep thoughts or real solutions. And our leaders only do that… reacting to events, without thinking much of the future ahead of us. Makes me wish some young surfers would take the legislation and actually create laws to solve the crisis in PR… somehow, they have more brains than the actual people warming those seats.
10-4
Saturday, April 29, 2006
I dont want to miss a thing
Just because I feel like it...
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
-Aerosmith, I dont want to miss a thing
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
-Aerosmith, I dont want to miss a thing
Friday, April 28, 2006
Juda's Kiss & Hibernation
Thursday: Judas'Kiss. Long story. Seems the activity was a success after all. Yay. Whatever.
Friday: Complete Hibernation. Taking med that has codeine, so I foresee a weekend of many Z’s around my head. But I need it. Either this or hospital, so… Z’s it is.
Its 6pm, my head is spinning and all I want to do is have lunch (yes, lunch) and go to sleep. Dizzy, exhausted, and off…
10-4
Friday: Complete Hibernation. Taking med that has codeine, so I foresee a weekend of many Z’s around my head. But I need it. Either this or hospital, so… Z’s it is.
Its 6pm, my head is spinning and all I want to do is have lunch (yes, lunch) and go to sleep. Dizzy, exhausted, and off…
10-4
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Its the end of the world as we know it
It is over. The mad frenzy of creativity and trying to please crowds is over. The neverending patience and belief in the greater good is over. Ok, so this can also be applied to the chaos in PR… but no, I am speaking of the bloody, messy job of doing activities for work. I’ve been doing so for 5 years. I have tried bringing people to give speeches to see if minds get unlocked, but no… I have tried happy pretty scenographies that takes you back to childhood, but no… And now I tried to make them connect with nature and their roots… but no… I saw a sand castle being tripped by loose horses… That’s how I can describe everything. For 2 weeks I took care of plants that were completely ignored by 95% of the people that was to take them home. A complete afternoon agenda was clamped into 30minutes because of the delays that music caused, and then the delays of the small group that wanted music to go on forever. Invitations that clearly established a time were ignored, as most people arrived just before midday (same people that dared to say that there had been no activities in the morning, that it all had been bad and boring). I watched as the hosts that wanted so much control to show off actually lost that control, people didn’t respond to them, and the attempts to give direction to their messes by my answering questions were ignored. Soooo… I don’t know if the activity was successful because I had a mental plan and it all went downhill. Maybe it was not perceived by people, maybe I am oversensitive… Too many maybes for my taste. I just know that I am doing nothing else for this people. My office is closed for activities. From now on, work or nothing. No one pays me the bad experiences which turned into common daily moments for the last 3 weeks.
In other news, this island is in chaos and tension is everywhere. Answers about payday are hair raising. For me, no payday from May 1 to June 30 means 2 months of unpaid mortgage, unpaid water, unpaid contractor, unpaid debts that usually leaves me in $0.50… So… The forecast is dark, very dark… The seven years of thin cows are in all their glory. Gotta win the loto and get away…
10-4
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, b
irds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs,
don’t misserve your own needs.
Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no.
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height.
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop.
Look at that low plane!
Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed.
Tell me with the rapture
and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped
a nice continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev,
Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake,
jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine...fine...
(It’s time I had some time alone)
-REM, Its the end of the world as we know it
In other news, this island is in chaos and tension is everywhere. Answers about payday are hair raising. For me, no payday from May 1 to June 30 means 2 months of unpaid mortgage, unpaid water, unpaid contractor, unpaid debts that usually leaves me in $0.50… So… The forecast is dark, very dark… The seven years of thin cows are in all their glory. Gotta win the loto and get away…
10-4
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, b
irds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs,
don’t misserve your own needs.
Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no.
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height.
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop.
Look at that low plane!
Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed.
Tell me with the rapture
and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped
a nice continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev,
Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake,
jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine...fine...
(It’s time I had some time alone)
-REM, Its the end of the world as we know it
Monday, April 24, 2006
IT week
Oddly enough, this is administrative assistants week... and also since God has a sense of humor it is Information Technology Professional week. Of course, since I am the only IT person in the Western region that means no one will actually say congratulations except my dear friends outside work environment. It sucks when even your so-called boss doesn't even call to see if you are alive. Whatever... I guess my own celebration will be actually attending the party I've been planning... Ugh!
Since ppl have done their homework we have nice things to give to secretaries. Delegation always works, and so my games girl has a nice schedule of games and the designated host girl will do just fine. I don't wanna have to give face, I just wanna enjoy the ride for once. Since the hyenas are not in charge, things should run smoothly.
Tomorrow three staff members will gather in my cave to perform the Fellowship of the Fans ritual... Many gifts to pack. Must place everything somewhere in my car without getting noticed. Since miracle-donations-lady got donations from Franco, Ricomini and Gato Negro we will be able to do a small picadera on Friday afternoon to close the week. Yay. Now, to sleep.
10-4
Since ppl have done their homework we have nice things to give to secretaries. Delegation always works, and so my games girl has a nice schedule of games and the designated host girl will do just fine. I don't wanna have to give face, I just wanna enjoy the ride for once. Since the hyenas are not in charge, things should run smoothly.
Tomorrow three staff members will gather in my cave to perform the Fellowship of the Fans ritual... Many gifts to pack. Must place everything somewhere in my car without getting noticed. Since miracle-donations-lady got donations from Franco, Ricomini and Gato Negro we will be able to do a small picadera on Friday afternoon to close the week. Yay. Now, to sleep.
10-4
Island of Zombies
Education, what is important in almost every country in this forsaken planet… is not important in this Land of the Lost. Government now says that they will close public schools since next week because lack of funds… I wonder why they just don’t cut all the freebies that senators and legislators have, which I am certain would solve this crisis. It is always the commoners who pay for bad government, while leaders keep getting fat. Nuke them all!
Here people are already stupid as it is, now without school they will be dumb and stupid... Just cattle to move from one side to the other... But I guess that is the great agenda of politics... Heck, even politicians have demonstrated their ineptitude over and over, and magic wands make them reapear at eletion time! Like this Rossello thing... the guy is insane, not even the people of his group like him and still he has this control over everyone that is almost as if he were a vodu master that zombiefied everyone under his grasp...
Respect is dead. Our lovely culture based on kindness and respect is dead. The Land of the Lost thrives on passional crimes, absent minded leaders and zombie servants... What is left to do here? How can a few good apples survive in a bag full of rotten ones full of worms? It is sad that there are three choices here: Die as a martyr for dead causes (only the good die young after all), go away and mourn your island elsewhere, or become zombiefied and numb. Working this land, believing in the goodness and beauty that it offers... dead dreams. A real pity, as if you erradicate humans the flora and fauna in here would be almost as Paradise Island revived.
I love my island. I love all it has to offer. I love its mountains and rivers and beaches and unique forests... Humans destroy everything. Damn humans!
10-4
Here people are already stupid as it is, now without school they will be dumb and stupid... Just cattle to move from one side to the other... But I guess that is the great agenda of politics... Heck, even politicians have demonstrated their ineptitude over and over, and magic wands make them reapear at eletion time! Like this Rossello thing... the guy is insane, not even the people of his group like him and still he has this control over everyone that is almost as if he were a vodu master that zombiefied everyone under his grasp...
Respect is dead. Our lovely culture based on kindness and respect is dead. The Land of the Lost thrives on passional crimes, absent minded leaders and zombie servants... What is left to do here? How can a few good apples survive in a bag full of rotten ones full of worms? It is sad that there are three choices here: Die as a martyr for dead causes (only the good die young after all), go away and mourn your island elsewhere, or become zombiefied and numb. Working this land, believing in the goodness and beauty that it offers... dead dreams. A real pity, as if you erradicate humans the flora and fauna in here would be almost as Paradise Island revived.
I love my island. I love all it has to offer. I love its mountains and rivers and beaches and unique forests... Humans destroy everything. Damn humans!
10-4
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Boring
Been a long rainy day. Attempted to actually go out but rain and throat made me wanna go back to the shadows where I belong… Ugh! Watched Harry Potter & Chamber of Secrets… can’t believe I actually forgot most of the events in that movie (of course I remembered quite vividly the spiders thing…). Not much excitement. Kyonne & Roxy fighting more than usual. I bet all I have on Roxy. :P
I want this next week to fly away faster than a speeding bullet. The activity is on Wednesday… So tomorrow and Tuesday will be charming days… Whatever.
10-4
I want this next week to fly away faster than a speeding bullet. The activity is on Wednesday… So tomorrow and Tuesday will be charming days… Whatever.
10-4
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Couch Potato
Still sick. Woke up tired, tired as in don't wanna see the rays of sunlight tired. Had to anyway, because my car begged for an oil change. I complied. And then back home. Watched Batman Returns and Sleepless in Seattle at the same time. Then some Friends, Will & Grace, WNTW, and some AP... Loved the Animal Vampires documentary... from vampire bats and leeches to the tick!
My cough getting worst by the hour. The climate is NOT helping. No will to go anywhere, driving makes me feel ill. Not even in scrapbooking mood... So, officially, this has been Couch Potato day. And still I feel like doing/saying/thinking absolutely nothing... Yay!
10-4
My cough getting worst by the hour. The climate is NOT helping. No will to go anywhere, driving makes me feel ill. Not even in scrapbooking mood... So, officially, this has been Couch Potato day. And still I feel like doing/saying/thinking absolutely nothing... Yay!
10-4
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)