I should stay away from Greenhills...

So I leave the guys thinking "I'll pay my bills and go home...". After about an hour in line at two different banks, the exhaustion of being awake for 24 hours leaves me and I decide resolutely, "MAYBE I will go buy that red, no black, psp! (or maybe not)"

After walking around for two hours and finding out that the stalls in the back DO NOT sell shit cheaper and have warranties that are worth about as much as the shit they are not selling cheaper, I decide to go back to the first store I went into and settled for a boring silver one (reds are expensive and the dickhead in front of me bought the last black one). Free firmware upgrades and games go a long way for a poor bastard without a computer.

So I'm waiting for my PSP to get loaded and besides saying to myself earlier, "I will NOT go to the toystores..." I go to the toystores. Guess what I find.

Iron Man Movie series 1 set of 6 for P4100. Cheaper than SRP at Toy Kingdom and with an Iron Monger, a Mark 1 and a Mark 2. I said to myself, "SHEEET!" After much back and forth, "I'll buy it", "I can't!, "But I must!", I decide, "Yes, I must or I will kick myself in the ass when I'm forking over 2k for the Monger in a month or so.

That's how I spent 15k in 1 day. That's right boys and girls. 15k.

Can you say, "Ouch."

Summertime in Hell sure is hot...

Got this from Tutai's blog...

Third Level of Hell

In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.


Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | High
Level 3 | Very High
Level 4 | High
Level 5 | Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | High
Level 7 | Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge | Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus | Very High

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

I think I'll visit the City of Dis next vacation. I hear their sisig is to die for and those "three infernal Furies" sound kinda hot...

Where Have All the Iron Men Gone?

Originally posted on Apr 14, '08 at slangards.multiply.com

So I thought that if I went to one of these toy launches, I might actually score a whole set for once without all the hassle of running each toy in a series down while avoiding scalpers.

No such luck.

I am the Omega

I used to have Omega Supreme when I was a kid. It can be argued that he was better than all the other combiners/super robots combined. He could walk, he would break apart into 3 different vehicles and he had so many itty-bitty parts that you couldn't help but lose something within days of buying him.

It was like lego and transformers together again for the first time.

Anyway, I got tired of the limited posebility of the old toys and gave him to a friend (I'm sure all the toy collectors here are salivating and asking why they don't have friends like me).

Now looking at this picture of a pristine, complete Omega Supreme... I kinda want to get one.

Buy him here.


This is why me and marco don't talk alot when it's just us...

We're exactly the same amount of evil. Without the sexy man voice and kinda-not-quite british accent.


You Are 84% Evil
You're the most evil person you know.
The devil is even a little scared of you!


Originally posted April 7, '08, at slangards.multiply.com

I've got 1/5 of my gestalt Danboard. Don't say I don't a have goals!

Anyway, if you haven't got one of these, go and find one. Yes, he's a kid dressed in a box. But you wouldn't believe the detail on this sucker. You can see the box construction and the seams! The flaps are even curved, not perfectly flat. The light up eyes make him that much better.

Got mine for 1k from Pat. Great deal! Gotta buy more Revoltech stuff. It's the perfect balance of sculpt and articulation.

Gotta see My Blueberry Nights

Excerpt of Drew McWeeny's (Moriarty of Ain't It Cool News) review on Wong Kar Wai's My Blueberry Nights:

"When MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS played at Cannes last summer, it took a beating. People seemed actively angry at it. They didn’t just dismiss it, they seemed like they wanted to kill it. Now it’s a half-hour shorter, and of course people blame Weinstein for taking it away from Wong Kar-Wai. LEATHERHEADS was supposed to come out at Christmas in ’07, but it got pushed back, and now it’s getting unceremoniously dumped, like a sacrificial lamb for the studio, an orphan. Both films are running about 50% on Rotten Tomatoes, certainly indicating a lack of enthusiasm for them.


"But I think both of these movies are pretty grand, taken on their own terms. I’m not sure what anyone expects of Wong Kar-Wai because I’m not sure what work of his they’ve seen. AS TEARS GO BY and DAYS OF BEING WILD were the first two films of his I saw, and I saw them both theatrically, first run. I know people who wax rhapsodic about his work, but I’ve always felt like the more you talk about his movies, the more you pick apart the pieces and try to describe or analyze his aesthetic, the more you risk destroying the pleasure of them.

"Expectation is death for a filmmaker like Wong Kar-Wai. When you see a film like DAYS OF BEING WILD, it’s so potent because you expect nothing of it. It’s just this raw expression, almost like early Jarmusch. I always saw a connection between the styles they were developing. Not like either one was imitating the other, but like both of them had the same ear for human behavior, the same love of rough edges and elliptical storytelling. When CHUNGKING EXPRESS got a release in the states, it had “Quentin Tarantino Presents” branded on it, and as a result, it came with a certain set of expectations. And there were a lot of people I knew even then who went to see it in the theater and were just baffled what this sort of dreamy drifting yearning character sketch had to do with their expectations of big-dick-cinema-bad-boy Tarantino, who was hot shit that year because of PULP FICTION. Even as Wong Kar-Wai’s craft has gotten sharper and more controlled over the years, expectations have grown for his work from film to film. IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE set the bar pretty high for people following his work, and then 2046 became a cause for much heated and angry debate. And I think he’s become somewhat bogged down by the expectations people have of his work, and I also think people expect something from his movies they’re never going to get. He doesn’t make movies that are designed to sledgehammer you or give you the “big moments” that we’re conditioned to expect from something we consider “good.” We are weaned on the idea of certain kinds of payoff, dramatically, and without those things, we reject what we’re watching. When Wong Kar-Wai takes a film to Cannes, the expectations are that the movie’s going to be some transcendent special moment in cinema. There’s a weight on him to knock the audience out, because these are the eyes of the whole world. And when what he delivers turns out to be a very tiny, feather-light story of a girl whose heart gets bruised and who needs a road trip to show her what’s in front of her face.

"Sound cheesy? Well, it sort of is, in a really sweet, really earnest way. And Norah Jones ends up being the perfect fit for it. She’s a lovely girl, but she’s not a knockout at first glance. She’s the kind of girl who gets prettier the longer you talk to her... the more time you spend around her... the more times you make her smile or laugh. She sneaks up on you. And part of that is her fault. She is a mouse at the start of the film, when she stumbles into a small café owned and operated by Jeremy (Jude Law). There’s a guy who cheated on her, and there’s this set of keys, and what starts as an angry gesture becomes a reminder of this betrayal, then becomes an annoyance, but finally seems to be an excuse to talk to someone, the first hint of the possibility of something new. Elizabeth (Jones) spends her evenings in the café after a while, eating pie and talking and just plain nursing her injuries. And then... she disappears. Jeremy waits for her. Waits for her. Days pass. And then weeks.

"Where Elizabeth goes is the meat of the film, a road-trip story about a woman in search of her own definition, and the way the characters she... blah blah blah. It’s a road trip. You get it. Either you buy into the people she meets along the way, or you reject the film, and for me, both Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman acquit themselves nicely here. I like Weisz’s work a lot these days, but I’ve been fairly vocal about my skepticism regarding Portman. Here, she fits the role just right. I have trouble believing her sometimes, but here, she clicks. Special praise has to be reserved for David Strathairn, who makes the most of his role. He’s my favorite thing about the film, hands down, and it’s a reminder of just how great this guy always is. He’s one of the most consistently good character actors working.

"I haven’t seen the original cut of this film. I’ve only seen the theatrical release version that will open in the US on Friday. Even so, I personally thought it was really wonderful. I would love to see the longer cut, and I hope that when I do, I like it even more. For now, though, I’d recommend this film, except that might pitch your expectations too high, and you’d miss the gentle, quiet pleasures of a stolen kiss, a stack of promise chips, your own car and the open road, or the pie that no one wants....


"... Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m underestimating the audiences on these movies. I saw MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS at a tiny screening room in Beverly Hills in the middle of the afternoon, pretty much alone, so I have no idea how it would play for an audience. With LEATHERHEADS, I was surprised how vocal the crowd was for the first half-hour or so of the film, and then they just sort of... got quiet. Maybe they enjoyed it and I couldn’t read the room. Maybe not. But every now and then, it feels good to see something and react strongly to it and then realize you’re all alone on it. It makes you really think about why you like it, what it is you’re reacting to. It engages you as a viewer or, in my case, as a critic, and that... well, that’s exactly what I’m looking for in the first place."


Now I REALLY want to see it!

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