Yeah, so, hi *cough*
The Whys of Me
Why is it that I cannot give up games?
Why is it that I cannot trust the government?
Why is it that when another of my friends get married, I die a little inside?
Why is it that I look at the youth of America and resolve never to have kids?
Why is it that I feel uneasy with so many stores closing in my mall, the center of the universe?
Why is it that I think that time is just slipping from me?
Why is it that I miss someone but I can't say anything?
Why is it that the world seems to be against us and we don't really care?
Why is it that I still hope for the best?
Oh, that's easy.
Because I still believe.
The Truth................
..................................is that one person does not make a difference by themselves, so stopping waiting for this magical person and do it yourself.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Cloverfield and Manayunk
Yeah, Mondays, whoo-hoo, high energy!!!
**yawn**
Cloverfield Rocks (NYC)
So when I first saw a trailer for Cloverfield I thought it was a coming of age story about young beautiful people dealing with life and stuff. Okay, I thought it was Felicity the movie (I miss that show). Then the head of the Statue of Liberty is flying through the air. My previous ambivalence transformed instantenously. Now it was young beautiful people dealing with crazy shit happening in New York City, which seems to be a disaster magnet. Seriously, when that movie 10000 BC shows up I just know the director will destroy New York City in some way. But anyway, the entire movie plays like the recording from a handheld camcorder. I will not spoil the "story" here but there is one thing I would like to point out: what kind of camera is that? More on that later this week. Do yourself a favor and try out this movie, preferably with a pretty girl.
Grapes and Rock, TOGETHER!!!
So I went out on the town on Saturday, and when I say town I am talking about a little place called Manayunk. I've only been there a few times but my feeling is that I get the bar scene without the hassle of going to Philadelphia. Philly is cool when you know where to go, but it is freezing between parking spaces and the fun. So my friends and I went to this place called the Grape Street. At first I was a little skeptical (Grapes, please) but it is more than what it seems. I sometimes like to dance in clubs, but I also like to listen to live bands. Brace yourself..............the Grape Street has BOTH. One side has a DJ and a dance floor while the other side has live bands playing a few acts. And liquor, lots of liquor (my secret to dancing). It was one of those places where you can find something to like. And the ladies are cute (I'm looking at you, tall, blonde, beautiful dance machine).
The Truth...............
.................................. is the secret to happiness does not lie in alcohol. The courage to chase happiness comes from the bottle.
**yawn**
Cloverfield Rocks (NYC)
So when I first saw a trailer for Cloverfield I thought it was a coming of age story about young beautiful people dealing with life and stuff. Okay, I thought it was Felicity the movie (I miss that show). Then the head of the Statue of Liberty is flying through the air. My previous ambivalence transformed instantenously. Now it was young beautiful people dealing with crazy shit happening in New York City, which seems to be a disaster magnet. Seriously, when that movie 10000 BC shows up I just know the director will destroy New York City in some way. But anyway, the entire movie plays like the recording from a handheld camcorder. I will not spoil the "story" here but there is one thing I would like to point out: what kind of camera is that? More on that later this week. Do yourself a favor and try out this movie, preferably with a pretty girl.
Grapes and Rock, TOGETHER!!!
So I went out on the town on Saturday, and when I say town I am talking about a little place called Manayunk. I've only been there a few times but my feeling is that I get the bar scene without the hassle of going to Philadelphia. Philly is cool when you know where to go, but it is freezing between parking spaces and the fun. So my friends and I went to this place called the Grape Street. At first I was a little skeptical (Grapes, please) but it is more than what it seems. I sometimes like to dance in clubs, but I also like to listen to live bands. Brace yourself..............the Grape Street has BOTH. One side has a DJ and a dance floor while the other side has live bands playing a few acts. And liquor, lots of liquor (my secret to dancing). It was one of those places where you can find something to like. And the ladies are cute (I'm looking at you, tall, blonde, beautiful dance machine).
The Truth...............
.................................. is the secret to happiness does not lie in alcohol. The courage to chase happiness comes from the bottle.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
There is No Truth
I got so excited about Lost I forgot the Truth, so to fix this
(tiME travEL)
(time travel)
(timE travel)
(time travel)
(time Travel)
(time travel)
(TIme tRAvel)
1/10/08
The Truth...............
.................................is Lost is returning January 31st. (what, you think I'm going to mess with the space-time continuum, please)
(tiME travEL)
(time travel)
(timE travel)
(time travel)
(time Travel)
(time travel)
(TIme tRAvel)
1/10/08
The Truth...............
.................................is Lost is returning January 31st. (what, you think I'm going to mess with the space-time continuum, please)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
It Has All Happen Before, And It Will Happen Again
If you get the reference, you are my kind of person.
Backlash Revisited
After finally calming down and stepping off my soapbox I took another look at ASM 545.
Still hate it.
However, being the nice guy that I am I am going to give the "Brand New Day" storyline a chance. One chance, no more. Two months, six comics, and if what they give me doesn't hook me, I am gone. At least I have Ultimate Spider-Man to fall back on. Until Bendis jumps the shark for the third time.
It was also with some sadness that my comic shop is closing down. I didn't see it coming. It wasn't in decline or anything, but a tragic victim of mall real estate. A while ago Macy's bought Strawbridges and maintained two stores at the same time. Unfortunately, that was one too much and it was shut down. But the structure of the empty space demanded a department store of the same caliber and since not a lot of brands are expanding in this worrisome economy the mall management decided to tear it down. And as luck would have it my comic shop shares a wall with that dead space. In a further twist of the knife that same mall management would not guarantee another space so my shop goes bye-bye. I find it just a little weird that the first story line in twenty years I hate so much is followed by the closing of a shop I thought would be there forever. This leaves me with two life lessons:
1) Nothing lasts forever.
2) My hate is powerful enough to cause a butterfly effect (if you saw the movie, don't laugh) that effects the world. As a side note, I am not responsible for Pakistan (poor unlucky country).
Be Kind, Rewind
And I get to start classes again. *cough* Yeah, not too enthusiastic but it is all part of the grind. I'm just getting tired of everybody graduating ahead of me. That and the bar scene is rough.
Lost Returns
Lost is coming back on January 31. January 31. January 31. January 31 at 8 pm. This should make the wait for Battlestar Galactica a little less painful. I guess. Frack.
Backlash Revisited
After finally calming down and stepping off my soapbox I took another look at ASM 545.
Still hate it.
However, being the nice guy that I am I am going to give the "Brand New Day" storyline a chance. One chance, no more. Two months, six comics, and if what they give me doesn't hook me, I am gone. At least I have Ultimate Spider-Man to fall back on. Until Bendis jumps the shark for the third time.
It was also with some sadness that my comic shop is closing down. I didn't see it coming. It wasn't in decline or anything, but a tragic victim of mall real estate. A while ago Macy's bought Strawbridges and maintained two stores at the same time. Unfortunately, that was one too much and it was shut down. But the structure of the empty space demanded a department store of the same caliber and since not a lot of brands are expanding in this worrisome economy the mall management decided to tear it down. And as luck would have it my comic shop shares a wall with that dead space. In a further twist of the knife that same mall management would not guarantee another space so my shop goes bye-bye. I find it just a little weird that the first story line in twenty years I hate so much is followed by the closing of a shop I thought would be there forever. This leaves me with two life lessons:
1) Nothing lasts forever.
2) My hate is powerful enough to cause a butterfly effect (if you saw the movie, don't laugh) that effects the world. As a side note, I am not responsible for Pakistan (poor unlucky country).
Be Kind, Rewind
And I get to start classes again. *cough* Yeah, not too enthusiastic but it is all part of the grind. I'm just getting tired of everybody graduating ahead of me. That and the bar scene is rough.
Lost Returns
Lost is coming back on January 31. January 31. January 31. January 31 at 8 pm. This should make the wait for Battlestar Galactica a little less painful. I guess. Frack.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Musings from the Other Side Part III: The Crossover
Like anything that is fun and relaxing (save for the landscaping) it goes by too quickly. So here I am, back home and preparing to return back to the grind. I don't relish it, but I know it is necessary. Until I win the lottery, of course.
Backlash Incoming
After returning to my cold, cold domain of PA I went about doing my errands to prepare for my return to routine. I got fresh milk, got a snazzy haircut (back ladies, for your own safety), and I picked up my comics. Yes, I collect comics. I have been doing it for the better part of twenty years. I usually don't tell anybody because, frankly, I've barely met people who are interested in comics outside of cons (conventions, for those of you not in the know). My video games habits are more well know, but then again I don't take a day off for the latest Astounding X-Men by Joss Whedon, and that was only for Halo (beat it in a day and got it out of my system). When I came home I put away my groceries, brushed my hair, unpacked my bags, and ate something. After I finished those tasks I got started reading the first comic on my pile, Amazing Spider-Man 545. After I had read it three times, I put it down, picked it back up, then put it down again. I walked around for about twenty minutes and then read it a fourth time. So I have come to an inescapable conclusion. I do not mince my words. I will not "flip-flop". I know exactly what I am saying.
I hate it.
A little background for non-comic fans. Spider-Man's secret identity was revealed during Marvel's Civil War event when he was supporting the Pro-Registration side. When his conscience finally caught up with him he switched sides, which basically forced him to go underground with his wife MJ and his Aunt May. This unfortunately removed any safety net Peter Parker had developed that would have protected them, and Aunt May was mortally injured. Now he has to make a decision that would save her, but he would lose MJ. This issue details his decision and I have to say it is what he would have done. Peter Parker is a man of integrity and responsibility who does the right thing, no matter how much it hurts him. But I can't accept this. I don't want to accept this. However, I want to be clear. I am not any placing blame on anyone. JMS did write a very good story and I have read enough comics to know the plot doesn't go the way I would, or rather want, it to go. The fault lies with me. For some reason that I can't explain I just hate this story. I didn't even feel this way when JMS came up with the whole Norman Osborn-Gwen Stacy affair and that was not received very well. I thought it was wrong but gutsy and it didn't stop me from reading. If JMS wasn't departing Amazing Spider-Man I would have quit after reading that issue. But the really frustrating part is that I don't know why I hate it so much. I have seen worse stories that have sabotaged several characters I loved to read but I never hated them. Disliked, yes, but never at a level like this. I guess I thought some things were sacred and I was wrong. Foolish me.
The Truth.......................
......................................... is that sometimes we get so wrapped up in the little things we forget about the bigger picture. Give someone a call, send an email, go out, party, fall in love, and live your life. Otherwise get that 42" plasma you've been wanting to get. What's a little more debt compared to glorious HD?
Backlash Incoming
After returning to my cold, cold domain of PA I went about doing my errands to prepare for my return to routine. I got fresh milk, got a snazzy haircut (back ladies, for your own safety), and I picked up my comics. Yes, I collect comics. I have been doing it for the better part of twenty years. I usually don't tell anybody because, frankly, I've barely met people who are interested in comics outside of cons (conventions, for those of you not in the know). My video games habits are more well know, but then again I don't take a day off for the latest Astounding X-Men by Joss Whedon, and that was only for Halo (beat it in a day and got it out of my system). When I came home I put away my groceries, brushed my hair, unpacked my bags, and ate something. After I finished those tasks I got started reading the first comic on my pile, Amazing Spider-Man 545. After I had read it three times, I put it down, picked it back up, then put it down again. I walked around for about twenty minutes and then read it a fourth time. So I have come to an inescapable conclusion. I do not mince my words. I will not "flip-flop". I know exactly what I am saying.
I hate it.
A little background for non-comic fans. Spider-Man's secret identity was revealed during Marvel's Civil War event when he was supporting the Pro-Registration side. When his conscience finally caught up with him he switched sides, which basically forced him to go underground with his wife MJ and his Aunt May. This unfortunately removed any safety net Peter Parker had developed that would have protected them, and Aunt May was mortally injured. Now he has to make a decision that would save her, but he would lose MJ. This issue details his decision and I have to say it is what he would have done. Peter Parker is a man of integrity and responsibility who does the right thing, no matter how much it hurts him. But I can't accept this. I don't want to accept this. However, I want to be clear. I am not any placing blame on anyone. JMS did write a very good story and I have read enough comics to know the plot doesn't go the way I would, or rather want, it to go. The fault lies with me. For some reason that I can't explain I just hate this story. I didn't even feel this way when JMS came up with the whole Norman Osborn-Gwen Stacy affair and that was not received very well. I thought it was wrong but gutsy and it didn't stop me from reading. If JMS wasn't departing Amazing Spider-Man I would have quit after reading that issue. But the really frustrating part is that I don't know why I hate it so much. I have seen worse stories that have sabotaged several characters I loved to read but I never hated them. Disliked, yes, but never at a level like this. I guess I thought some things were sacred and I was wrong. Foolish me.
The Truth.......................
......................................... is that sometimes we get so wrapped up in the little things we forget about the bigger picture. Give someone a call, send an email, go out, party, fall in love, and live your life. Otherwise get that 42" plasma you've been wanting to get. What's a little more debt compared to glorious HD?
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