Saturday, December 25, 2004
My name is...
The mic rulah
The old schoolah
You wanna trip, I'll bring it to ya
Frylock and I'm on top
Rock you like a cop
Meatwad you're up next
With your knock-knock
Meatwad make the money see
Meatwad get the honeys, G
Drivin' in my car
Livin' like a star
Ice on my fingers and my toes
And I'm a Taurus
'Cause we are the Aqua Teens
Make the homeys say ho
And the girlies wanna scream
'Cause we are the Aqua Teens
Make the homeys say ho
And the girlies wanna scream
Yeah, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Number one in the hood, G
*Also has the Best. Theme song. Ever.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Something's definitely not right with the world because now I have not just one, but two SpongeBob boxers. Oh and I saw the SpongeBob movie last week and I flippin loved it. Yeah, I can't believe I just typed that either. There were just the five of us in the whole theater and I was the laughing the loudest. I demand a spinoff movie, nay, A WHOLE DAMN SERIES for Plankton**!
*Ice Cube?! Yeah, when I think of the word "extreme" he's the 624th person I think of.
**I have a thing for cartoon characters with British accents.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
- Tuesday was the broadcasting final. I bombed that.
- Thursday was the Japanese final. I did alrite on that.
- Thursday I also turned in the take-home-final for American Cinema. I hope I didn't bomb that.
It looks like I was done on Thursday, but UH UH. You are wrong, my friends. I also had to write a studio report AND a director report for the aforementioned American Cinema class, due by midnight, TONIGHT. So I worked on those two papers all weekend and just finished them five minutes ago. I gotta say, it feels good. The reports turned out pretty craptacular, but I'm feeling good nonetheless.
Coming up: youth group retreat 29-31, tubing with the jr high group this Thursday, lots of preparing and practicing for praise the whole week, oh and Christmas weekend. Guess correctly which one I'm looking forward to the most and I'll give you a nookie.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
Isn't that the coolest thing ever? I want it for Christmas. Actually, no, I'm boycotting Christmas. I won't be getting anyone gifts since that would be impossible with a negative balance in the bank account, so I won't be expecting to receive any gifts either. See ya next Christmas!
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Finals are next week. Studying done in preparation: none. At least I'm done with that horrible research paper for that horrible broadcasting class, which that horrible teacher made us write SINGLE-SPACED. Honestly, who does that in this day and age? Isn't that illegal or something? He probably eats babies for breakfast.
EM praise. Oh, the joy.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
The talent show was great. Every one did really well, and it's cool to see guys like SWAB getting better and better each time. Our band didn't do as well as we did during practice, but we still had fun (especially Pablo and Keisuke). The important thing is the youth group made over $500 for the retreat. Good stuff.
Friday, December 03, 2004
- research paper for broadcasting due on Tuesday
- talent show on Saturday
- make up assignments for American Cinema
- start preparing for Winter retreat praise sets
- call the game store that keeps giving me the runaround on hiring me; honestly, if you don't like me, just tell me I'm not hired. Stop telling me you need "few more days" to check on my application. I passed up an interview with Target to wait for a phone call from these guys. Assholes.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
My broadcasting instructor is an idiot. Throughout the whole damn class time, he talked about ancient TV shows he grew up watching as a kid. Engineer Bill, Captain Kangaroo, Hobo Kelly, Skipper Frank, Big Gay Al, Mother Focker, Homo Erectus... it goes on and on. And when he finally asked us what we watched as kids -- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, Transformers -- he seemed confused and went back to reminiscing about his glorious childhood with Bill*, the 60-year-old student that sits at the front.
Then somehow Mr. Dumbass Instructor changed the subject to the election. He took a survey on what the class thought of both presidential candidates. Here's a taste of the retardness that ensued.
- He dresses nice.
- He snowboards.
- He's from Massachusetts.
- He looks like a horse.
- He has cute daughters.
- He wife looks elegant.
- He sucks at giving speeches.
- He seems dumb. (oh the irony)
*I secretly call him "Blue" in my thoughts, not only because he always has a bright blue sweater on, but also because he reminds me of that geezer from OLD SCHOOL.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Yesterday, I was picked first.
As we played the games, I didn't fulfill the high expectations that come with being the #1 draft pick (of course), but who cares about the details. I'M NUMBER ONE, BIATCH!
Each team played a total of 4 games, round-robin style. Our team's record at the end of the day: 1-3. Hey, it's our rebuilding season.
I had fun, and I have an aching body today to prove it. I'm sure the majority of the kids did too. Except the girls. And some jr high kids. Hey if you can catch the ball maybe they would throw the ball to you more often, eh? I keed, I keed.
Speaking of jr high kids, they held a special teacher's appreciation banquet for us last night. Us teachers had very low expectations as we went, but it turned out great and we had a lot of fun. The kids served us dinner (that was brought by us), entertained us with song and dance, did impersonations of us (I was the easy target), and signed posters and gave us PANSUH! Nothing says "appreciation" more than SpongeBob Squarepants boxers. Thanks kids, I love it!
Being a teacher has been very difficult, but I guess times like these make it worthwhile. Now if only they would pay attention in bible study...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
They also ruin lives.
A lot of their money comes from their sports games. They make games on football, basketball, baseball, hockey, and anything else you can think of. Hell, they probably have a curling game somewhere beneath the huge pile of games they produce year in and year out. For all these sports games, EA selects athletes for that particular sport. The atheletes get exposure to the public (like they really need it) and of course, money (yeah, they definitely need more of that). The thing is, these cover athletes usually suffer what has now become known as "The EA Sports Cover Curse."
Let's look at some examples:
Michael Vick -- The dominating quarterback for Atlanta Falcons broke his leg in a season-ending injury last year.
Roy Jones Jr. -- The boxer that was undefeated (except for one disqualification) has been knocked out twice since his face appeared on the cover of this game.
Dany Heatley -- I don't watch hockey, but this one is so good, I mean, so bad that I have to put it up here. Atlanta Thrashers right wing Heatley got into a car crash that ended his season and killed his teammate Dan Snyder after getting on the cover of NHL 2004. Poor bastard.
Vince Carter -- The NBA star was out for most of last season with injuries and has been sued by his former agent for $4.7 million for breach of contract.
Keep in mind, these were only the 2004 sports games. EA makes them every single year. That's a lot of lives ruined.
Monday, November 15, 2004
The Good: I had three calls today from various places trying to schedule an interview with me.
The Beautiful: As I was on my way to the interview, I got a call from Game Crazy. They want me to come on Wednesday for an interview.
What took them so long?
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Today's installment of FTTEIH: Wendy's training video
Japanese is killing me. It was nice and easy in the beginning but now I don't understand what the hell is going on when I'm in class. Now they're starting to write all the words and sentences in hiragana and we're also starting kanji, which is the most confusing form of writing known to man.
I made a resume on Monster.com in 2002. I finally redid it over the week and sent it to couple of places, but I haven't heard from them yet. But I did get two calls yesterday from two different companies, both of which did not sound too fitting for my taste. Though I did make an appointment for an interview with one of them; I'm not exactly in a position to be picky.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I can be so damn brilliant sometimes.
This week's recap of LOST:
- Sawyer is not really "Sawyer."
- Sayid left on self-imposed exile after stabbing Sawyer's arm.
- Hurley is still fat.
- Charlie convinced Claire to move to the cave.
- The identity of the person that whacked Sayid in last week's episode remains unknown.
- Kate gave Sawyer a loooong kiss. I think she liked it.
- I think Jack may be gay. Wouldn't that be crazy? I'll elaborate on this some other time.
- Sayid's torture method on Sawyer -- ouch.
- The annoying blonde girl... I forgot her name. Anyway, she has asthma.
- Locke. I love this character. Is he good or bad? I'm guessing neither.
Monday, November 08, 2004
I'm broke. I'm gonna try to get a job by the end of the week. I hear Toys R Us is hiring seasonals.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Friday, November 05, 2004
Monday, November 01, 2004
I spent three straight days hanging out with a bunch of jr high kids. You would think I would get sick and tired of them after that.
Okay, not really. The truth is, they're fun. I like talking to them and playing silly games with them. I also like doing the Walls of Jericho on them and making fun of their moms.
Highlight: Playing "Sardines" and scaring the crap out of 7th grade boys that tried to act tough.
Runner-Up: Showing the kids how "Mafia" is really supposed to be played. Don't mess with the King, bitches.
SATURDAY: Community Service
Highlight: Going to a rundown hotel in L.A. and passing out food and supplies to the drug addicts and prostitutes. We didn't really get to do anything but watch on the side while the experts took care of everything, but it's still an experience that I'll never forget.
Runner-Up: The Young Adult "Luau." It was better than I expected, but that's not really saying much since I had such low expectations to begin with. Limboing was cool. Oh, and we played Counter-Strike with Old School again. They're getting better.
Highlight: AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE marathon! Sometimes life can be sweet.
First Runner-Up: "Halleluya Night." Every year on Halloween, our church holds this event for the kids as an alternative to trick-or-treating. They think it's pagan or whatever, but I personally don't see anything wrong with trick-or-treating. Anywho, every department was in charge of a "station" -- which basically consists of a skit and passing out candy -- and the jr high group was in charge of the story of the Good Samaritan. We supposedly had a whole month to prepare, but we waited 'till the last minute
Second Runner-Up: Surprise party for Kim MSN. I would have stayed a bit longer if it wasn't filled with so much melodramatic sap. People were acting like he was leaving us or something. That's not for another year and a half.
It's flippin' November already. Uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
CS is actually fun to play again now that it looks about 10 times better. And beating "old school" on Sunday was great. They pretty much got their ass handed to them.
My film class was cancelled this whole week. I wouldn't be mad about it if I didn't have to wake up so damn early for it. What a waste.
Bunch of stuff coming up on the weekend. I have to
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Watching the latest boring-ass story arc in NARUTO and waiting for the new episodes of PRINCE OF TENNIS (and the other anime on my list to the right) to be released have me almost* running to the closet and clawing the still-unopened boxes of my DVDs, games, and other junk so I can watch through COWBOY BEBOP again, from beginning to end. Listening to its awesome soundtrack is not enough. Yes, it's on Adult Swim every Saturday night but come on, do I look like a guy
I can watch that show over and over again, which can't be said about many movies or series, especially anime, which is packed with bloated, overindulgent filler-fests such as:
- RUROUNI KENSHIN (95 episodes)
- DRAGONBALL Z (291 episodes and about 20 movies)
- ONE PIECE (135 episodes and still going)
- the aforementioned NARUTO (104 episdoes and still LONG way to go)
- SLAM DUNK (101 episodes)
- ...and so many more
Granted, none of these are BAD anime (I like 4 out of 5), they just go so LONG. I mean, who's actually seen all 291 episodes of DRAGONBALL Z? Unless you're 11 years old**, you better not be raising your hand. I got bored of it halfway through and it's amazing I even lasted that long.
COWBOY BEBOP consists of 26 episodes (and one movie). It's a piece of freakin' art. It's cooler than the "BADASS MOTHERFUCKER" wallet from PULP FICTION. It pwnz j00.
*I'm too lazy to do it.
**If you are, what the hell are you doing on my blog?! There's no porn here. Yet.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
This is Brandon Routh. According to my "sources," he's been cast as the man of steel for the new upcoming SUPERMAN movie helmed by Bryan Singer, who directed the X-MEN movies and one of my personal favorites, THE USUAL SUSPECTS. Singer has been intent on casting an unknown for the role, and damn, he succeeded. Who the hell is this guy? Can he act? He looks like a young Christopher Reeve to me, at least. Coincidentally, the picture above was taken few years ago when he dressed up as Clark Kent for Halloween.
It's been a week since the former Superman passed away. Rest in peace Mr. Reeve.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Finally done with school for the week. I did horribly bad on the midterm for "Intro to Boring Crap," which isn't too surprising since I studied a grand total of zero hours for it. But we used scantrons, so maybe I guessed some answers right and maybe I'll get an okay score. In Japanese I had a chapter test and two writing quizzes. Next week I have a take-home-exam for "American Cinema" and a paper due.
The "girlfriend" has to go to a Korean concert at Hollywood Bowl with her family this weekend. I think Doojin's parents are going too. Just picturing her using those "clappers" and waving those "fans" in beat to the "music" among thousands of Koreans makes me bust out laughing.
I've been having strange dreams all week. I would like to know what they mean.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
In case you haven't noticed, I've been a fat, lazy ass about posting. And that's going to continue as I post lyrics to some song no one cares about (except me).
Wait until it fades to black
Ride in to the sunset
Would I lie to you?
Well I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition
Would I die for you?
Well here's your answer in spades
Shotguns, sinners, wild eyed jokers
Got you in my sights
Gun it while I'm holding on
After all is said and done
Climb out from the pine box
Well I'm asking you
'Cause she's got nothin' to say
The angels just cut out her tongue
Call her black mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain
Mass convulsions, strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm holding on
But don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby don't stop
Bury me and fade to black
She won't stop me put it down
She won't stop me put it down
She won't stop me put it down
So get your gun and meet me by the door
She won't stop me put it down
She won't stop me put it down
She won't stop me put it down
Don't stop if I fall
And don't look back
Oh baby don't stop
Bury me and fade to black
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Friday, October 08, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Sunday, October 03, 2004
The young adults went on a trip to Mexico. I didn't go, of course. I ended up doing praise for EM today, though. Sung went to (where else) Boston to see (who else) his fiancee and asked me to fill in. I don't mind, as long as it doesn't happen too often. Once every couple of months or so seems fine by me. Anyway, it went well, I think. We just want to see EM get a little more into it, ya know? Why are
I jammed my left middle finger playing basketball. Don't be alarmed if I flip you off. It's probably not intentional.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
I hate Mel Gibson.
He's rich and famous. He has a beautiful wife and 46 kids. He has won an Oscar. He can make any movie he wants. He made a buttload of money with THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST: THE ATTACK OF THE THE'S. He's not one of my favorite actors, but he turns out much better work sitting behind the camera than in front. He did a great job with this movie.
I'm torn about this movie, though. On one hand, as a Christian, I found the film very moving and a worthy testament of the pain and suffering that Jesus, Son of God, went through for me. But on the other hand, as a film geek, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it could have been so much more. There is no story. It's the last act of a story. Gibson assumes the audience already knows the story of Jesus and starts the picture with him getting betrayed by Judas. But what about the people that have never read the bible? It's kinda like showing someone THE RETURN OF THE KING when he hasn't seen (or read) THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING or THE TWO TOWERS.
There is no character development. Sure, Gibson uses flashbacks to show Jesus before he became a "prophet," but they're few and far between. Why didn't Gibson start the story from the beginning, when Jesus was born? Or at least show some stuff like Jesus healing the blind, or resurrecting Lazarus or something. No... he just wants to show Jesus falling for the umpteenth time.
Which brings me to the blood. This is one of the most gruesome, gory, and violent films I've seen. And this is coming from a guy who owns ICHI THE KILLER. It's pretty overwhelming at times -- that whipping scene is brutal -- but it's all necessary. This is what He went through for you people! But I do find it ironic that the same Christians that trash a movie for nudity or sex praised this movie, which is filled with horrible images of a man getting tortured for two hours. "Boobs bad, blood good."
But hey, that's something to talk about another day.
Monday, September 27, 2004
The Wench found another roommate ad for $345, which is dirt cheap. But it turned out to be two girls, so that was that.
We were both in delirium like a couple of drunkards throughout the whole day. It's that time of the month.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
SHAUN OF THE DEAD was great. There's been a lot of hype around the net surrounding this little British flick so expectations were high, but it did not disappoint. It's supposed to be a comedy, parodying all the zombie classics like Romero's DAWN OF THE DEAD, but I was surprised that it had some scary moments and some drama as well. Well done. It's funny as hell, of course. Shaun's best friend, Ed, is the funniest character and spews out some good "mom" jokes. I should have taken notes. And the use of the song "White Lines" is flippin' hilarious. More notes. I like British humor. Mostly. The witty ones.
Bring on SHAUN OF THE DEAD 2: FROM DUSK 'TIL SHAUN.
Friday, September 24, 2004
The Bad: I checked out another place -- a house near Artesia and Beach --last night and I hated it. I can't stand Koreans. And I can't stand Koreans that talk as if they own the place. Although, she did literally own the place.
The Ugly: You make no sense.
I think I'll be staying at Doojin's house for a little bit, at least until I find a decent place. I hope his parents don't mind.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Today, my "American Cinema" class got cancelled since the instructor didn't show. We were supposed to finish watching CASABLANCA but I guess I'll have to wait 'til next week for that. I like what I've seen so far. Yeah I know, how can I consider myself to be a film geek if I haven't even seen a classic like CASABLANCA? I'm ashamed. Don't look at me!
I saw an ad at school from a guy looking for a roommate, so I checked it out tonight. It's a two bedroom apartment, and since there's already two people there, I would have to sleep in the living room. The guy was reading a Naruto manga (in Japanese!) when I met him and he's really into anime, so we connected right away. But $400 to live in a LIVING (hah!) room? And he wasn't too thrilled when I told him I didn't have a job. It's pretty far too -- Yorba Linda and Placentia. Probably not the best choice. I have until next Tuesday.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Instructor: So let's name off some FOX channels. There's FOX Sports, FOX News...
Regular Student: FOX Family.
Instructor: Oh really? Okay, FOX Family...
Smacktard #1: Home & Garden?
Instructor: FOX Home & Garden?
Smacktard #1: Oh no! Nevermind.
Instructor: Anyone watch the PAX channel? Who watches it regularly?
Bimbo #38: Ooh ooh!
Instructor: How often do you watch it?
Bimbo #38: Oh I just watch "Touched by An Angel."
Instructor: What kind of advertising do you see on that channel?
Bimbo #38: Uhh... I've only seen it once. I was flipping through channels.
Instructor: Let's talk about video recording. What kind of programs do you guys record with your VCR?
Regular Student #2: Movies.
Instructor: Good. How about you?
Smacktard with Lisp: At my houthe, V-thi-R is obtholete. We uthe DVR to record thtuff. We have 47 DVD'th of the Olympicth.
Instructor: O... kay...
It's okay. I've lost my faith in mankind years ago.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Off to an awesome start.
It wasn't actually an interview, but an information meeting. A worker went over the specifics of the job -- the pay, the hours, the benefits, blahblahblah. After about 10 minutes of that, she had us fill out a paper, which everyone already had in their hands. I had to ask her for one, and that's when she made me look like an ass by pointing out the fact that I was late. She said she shouldn't be giving the paper to me, but she did anyway. Give her a damn medal.
Several people left while everyone else filled their papers out. I guess they didn't want the job after hearing about it. Then we all had to go inside and talk to an interviewer. But that wasn't actually an interview either. When it was finally my turn (I was last, of course) I went in and was asked the following questions:
- "Are you currently working?" No.
- "Are you in school?" Yes.
- "How many units?" Nine.
- "When's your earliest class?" 9:00am.
- "Latest?" It ends around 3:30. (Except today!)
- "Is your schedule like this everyday?" No, on Mondays and Wednesdays I only have one class from 9:00 to 10:30.
- "Okay, can you come in at 1:00 on Monday for the interview?" Sure.
She was nice because she didn't make me look like an ass. See? That's all it takes. I'm not asking for much, people. Just don't make me look like an ass and you have my respect.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
I got schooled by Jae, my 7th grade student, at basketball.
I have two weeks to find a new place to live.
I need a haircut.
I suck at being a teacher. I want to go back to doing praise.
I have four days to get buff.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Because the shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet's fat and so is my head
Hit and run and then I'll hit you again
A smartass but I'm playing dumb
Standards set and broken all the time
Control the chaos behind a gun
Call it as I see it even if I was born deaf, blind, and dumb
Losers winning big on the lottery
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue
Constant refutation with myself
I'm a victim of a catch-22
I have no belief
But I believe I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right
Friday, September 10, 2004
Planned for tonight: lock-in with my 7th grade class at church. We'll probably spend all night playing videogames and talking about
It's been hot, hot, hot. I prefer hot over cold weather, but I don't dig humidity. It's almost 2 am. I'm in my skivvies and I'm still sweating like a greasy pig. This ain't cool. Literally.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Like all good comedies, it's the small, random things that make you laugh with repeat viewings:
- Napoleon missing the first time he tries to put a sai through his belt loop.
- Uncle Rico laughing after hitting Napoleon on the head with a steak.
- Something (spider web?) stuck in Napoleon's hair when he's watching Pedro do his "sweet jump."
- Napoleon exhaling after playing tetherball.
- The way Uncle Rico says "Napoleon."
- Pedro still wearing his FFA medal while taking a bath.
- Napoleon faking out Uncle Rico twice before finally pegging him with an orange.
- The way Pedro runs.
- The pause during Napoleon's current event report.
- "Last week, Japanese scientists explaced... placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Lochness to blow Nessy out of the water."
- The fact that Napoleon is always the one actually riding the Sledgehammer. Pedro rides on the pegs.
- Napoleon's mispronunciation of certain words, like "numchuks" and "afinity."
- "La Faunduh"
- Napoleon throws food at Tina, but it actually lands right at his feet.
- "Hold on, I forgot to put in the crystals."
- Pretty much anything that comes out Kip's mouth.
The extra scene at the end wasn't that great, but it did have Kip singing. I love this movie.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
There's this show called Ultimate Film Fanatics on IFC (Independent Film Channel). The people on that show are hardcore. I mean, they're so emo.
I caught an episode of CSI for the very first time. I liked it.
Friday, September 03, 2004
I went to school to turn in a bunch of forms for financial aid. I was supposed to go earlier but they needed a copy of my ID, which I didn't have until yesterday. The lady at the counter told me I was disqualified for aid because I did so poorly and dropped so many classes in the 2002 Spring semester, the last time I was there. The upside is that if I finish two out of the three courses I'm taking now and do it with a 2.0 GPA or higher, I'll be qualified for aid the next semester. But for now, I get nothing.
I've been seeing postings around school for a job in the computer labs. I called the number on the posting, but no one answered. After some "investigation" I found out that I needed to seek out a guy named Gabriel who was supposedly in charge of all the computer labs. I went to his office but he was not there. I did an exhaustive search for this elusive "Gabriel," but he was nowhere to be found. I did score an application for the job, however. Since it's Labor Day weekend, I won't turn it in 'til Tuesday. If I'm still alive by then.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
My oldest aunt called me out of the blue and offered me a job at her mailbox store. So I went to Hungtington Beach to have a chat with her. It turned out that she just needs me for Saturdays only. And to get started on the job, I need to take a notary test. I don't even know what what the hell notary is. She tried to explain, but the combination of her English skills and my Korean skills failed to get through.
I stopped by my uncle's dance studio on the way home. He looked good, for a middle-aged ballroom dancer. We talked a little bit about school, jobs, and my damn car. I think the only reason I told him the truth about the car was that The Wench was there with me, and I couldn't lie. He seemed fairly supportive of the idea that I wanted to make movies for a living. I found out that he was a drummer when he was "young" and made a band with his friends. Hilarious. I'm glad there's a guy like him in our family because (a) everyone else is boring, and (b) it makes me look a little less like the odd black sheep.
I don't know what the future holds, but I'm pretty worried. Where am I going to be a month from now? It's a scary thought, but so far school and The Wench have done a good job of distracting me from it.
Monday, August 30, 2004
Saturday, August 28, 2004
I just finished DOOM 3. Not an awesome game by any means, but it is good enough to tide me over 'til HALF-LIFE 2 is finally released. (Whenever the hell that is.) Best graphics ever by far. The story was a little too similar to the first HALF-LIFE. Instead of making a portal to some unknown planet and causing aliens to invade Earth, the scientists in DOOM make a portal to hell and cause demons to invade Mars. Which is also very similar to the movie EVENT HORIZON. Are there any original ideas left in this world?
Gameplay was standard first-person shooter stuff. Shoot monsters, find keys (except this time they're "PDA's"), open doors, find better weapons, shoot bigger monsters with said weapons, rinse, lather, and repeat. There is no strategy involved in this type of game, especially because the AI in this one is too simple. All the monsters run straight at you at first sight. They don't work in groups. They don't hide behind covers. Just. Run. At. Me. All I had to do was aim at their face (if they had one) and shoot. Okay, I know they're supposed to be demons. Maybe I was expecting too much. This may make the game sound easy, but it's not. See, the demons have the ability to teleport and spawn out of nowhere. So you might think you're safe as you walk down a dark, yet seemingly-empty corridor, then BAM, a mutated baby with claws spawns right behind you and lunges at your vulnerable space marine ass and chews on it while you, the player, jump five feet off your chair. Cheap? Yes. Scary? Hell yes. Fun? Sorta. It's cool the first four times it happens, but you gradually start learning and anticipating when the next "ass-spawning" would occur. By the 59th time it's just annoying.
Another gameplay element that annoyed me was the flashlight. This game is dark. Too dark. So you gotta use a flashlight. The thing is, you can't use a weapon while you have your flashlight out. Okay it's realistic, I'll give them that. You can't expect someone (even a space marine) to wield a shotgun with one hand and hold a flashlight with the other. But couldn't the game designers find another way to implement it? Hmm, I got an idea. How about a flashlight mounted on a helmet? What a brilliant concept. Miners have been using those since what, 1936? And the game is supposed to be set in 2145? So this little annoyance caused a lot of
Okay this review is getting too big so I'll cut through the crap. Sound - decent. Could've used a little more OOMPH to the guns. No music except for the opening heavy metal track, which is pretty decent. The game is pretty long for a first-person shooter, about 20-25 hours. There is multiplayer but it's just standard deathmatch, which was invented with the first DOOM over 10 years ago.
To wrap it up:
Graphics - Best. For now.
Sound - Okay.
Gameplay - Been there, done that. But still fun and scary.
Story - Unoriginal, but who cares it's a shooting game.
Friday, August 27, 2004
The first week of school is over, so let's go through what the classes are like so far.
CRTV 118 - Introduction to Radio, Televevision, and Film: "Designed to assist the beginning student in understanding radio/television/cable/internet/mass media." I hate this class. They need to take out the "film" part of the course title because the instructor is more interested talking about the other two, especially the radio. And he seems to be gearing more towards the journalism aspect of media -- he's always talking about the news. Granted, it's only been a week. But I really am not interested in the history of radio, how AM and FM came about, or even journalism. That's Gracie's territory.
CRTV 121 - The American Cinema: "An examination of the American motion picture industry as a unique economic, industrial, aesthetic, and cultural institution." Class that actually talks about film. I love it. I've already learned what the terms best boy and script girl are. I've learned what producers actually do. I've learned the purpose and usage of the clapper. These things may sound boring to you, but I'm fascinated. I want more!
JAPN 101 - Elementary Japanese I: "Focuses on the four major skills of language learning-listening comprehension, speaking, reading and writing -- and the grammar and vocabulary necessary to acquire these skills." The Wench and I are taking this class together, and she seems to really like it, mostly because of our instructor. I can't really explain why she's funny, but she is. The course itself is moving pretty fast but I'm okay with that; I'm learning a lot already. When I go to Japan next Summer (and it will happen dammit) I won't be lost like Bill Murray. I'll soon be able to watch NARUTO without subtitles. That means not having to wait so long for ANBU's releases.
15 more weeks to go.
Monday, August 23, 2004
- It's so much more crowded than before.
- More skanky white girls.
- Our student center is in shambles. They're building a new one, but will they actually be done with it while I'm still there? The smartass answer would be YES because I'm going be stuck there forever. Har har.
- No student center means no arcade. How will Pablo cope with this predicament?
- Both of my film classes are in the same building where I studied administration of justice (a.k.a. law enforcement), which is kinda weird. I can't say it feels good to be in the same damn building I was in three years ago.
- I actually enjoyed my first day of class. That's a good thing.
- The name of the instructor of my American Cinema class is Michael Moore. Too bad it's not this guy.
- Actually, I don't think I would like that guy.
Parking still sucks like hell though.
On the other hand, I was in a weird funk throughout the whole retreat. I was happy to be there, but I did not believe I was actually contributing to the experience. The small group times were horrendous. My class is a great group of kids -- they are attentive, talkative, smart, and genuinely curious. Johny is so jealous of my class. But you know what, I can't teach them a thing about God because they all have A.D.D. During a discussion for the Sunday morning QT, they literally went through six different topics -- ranging from Tupac to juicy fruit gum -- before I had to show my pissed-off-face. Now what ya'll don't know is that I don't show that face very often. I could probably count the amount of people that have seen it on the fingers of my left hand. "But Dan," you say. "You always look pissed off." Yes, that is true. My regular look is equal in comparison to pissed off looks of normal people. But my pissed-off-face is 10 times worse. And it only appears when the nine dragonballs are found and shat on by a purple monkey... or when I get really, really, really, really, really pissed off.
We had prayer time after every rally, every night. I'm not very big on prayer. No, scratch that. I can pray. But not for other people, and not among 100 other people sobbing their eyes out. It's really hard for me. I did manage to pray for each of my kids, but at the cost of shortening my life by seven years. You think I'm exaggerating? Were you there? Did you see my face on Sunday night? I could barely walk.
I was in charge of the games with Eric and Diane. Diane did majority of the work though. I did have to set up the games and basically "referee" over them so I didn't really get to spend time with my activity group. There was nothing surprising about them being in first place when I wasn't there, and then dropping down to third when I actually participated in their skit. I'm cursed, just like Chris Webber.
Praise was good. The kids were so into it that they never noticed when we messed up our parts, which was quite often.
Our seminar wasn't so good. We did not prepare very much, and it showed. Sorry I wasn't any help.
The only genuinely fun moment of the retreat was when I played volleyball with a bunch of kids on the third day. "Total Domination." J. Lo and I ruled the court. I lost my voice.
Oh and there was that moment last night, right before several of us teachers left ('cause of school, jobs, etc.), when like 20 kids came up to me to say goodbye and each of them highfived me. Wow. Where did all that love come from? WHY DID YOU WAIT 'TIL THE LAST DAY TO SHOW IT?! But hey, I was really touched. Thanks, kids.
So kids loved the retreat. Me, not so much. But it was all for the kids, so that's all that matters.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
They're knockin' buildings over
You better run for cover
Supervillains is them
Wearin' red and black-a
Them evil dudes attack-a
You better watch your back-a
And the back of your friend
As diabolical assassins
They do what you wouldn't believe
Na na na na na na
But they model the latest fashions
Mon to Fri they're Adam and Steve
And I overheard 'em talkin'
On the Pentagon they're knockin'
And the havoc they wreak
'Cause they're deathray aimin'
At the end of the week
When the weekend comes they dress up
Fightin' Sergeant Halcyon
Na na na na na na
But it's only two days they mess up
By Sunday night they're gone
As diabolical assassins
They do what you wouldn't believe
Na na na na na na
But they model the latest fashions
Mon to Fri they're Adam and Steve
Monday, August 16, 2004
Sunday, August 15, 2004
It was nice. Sero cried a lot, but hey, she's happy that she's marrying Roy. Either that, or she's really sad that she's marrying Roy. It's anyone's guess. I couldn't stay for the reception because I had to be at church to help prepare for the...
It was fun as always. The bands were good. SWAB and God's Army got better. There was only one skit (GEEK) among the acts dominated by music, but it was really good. During the intermission, we showed the video we made on Monday to "advertise" the upcoming retreat, and it turned out really well. Dooj and I wrote it together as an homage to NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, which means we basically ripped it off. Much props to the youth group cabinet and Andy the cameraman/editor.
Oh and we did a song and it was okay.
Afterwards, we watched...
ALIENS VS PREDATOR
I hate mediocre movies. I like my movies very good or very bad, not in the middle, kinda like God; He wants people to be hot or cold in their faith, not lukewarm. Paul W. S. Anderson makes mediocre/lukewarm movies. Just check out this list. Only decent movie on there is EVENT HORIZON. Why are his movies mediocre? Because they're bad, but they have genuine cool things/moments. In AvP, there is a fight scene at the halfway point between an alien and a predator (sans the title) that flippin' rocked and ruled. But then there's the bullet-time face hugger. And he spends 45 minutes setting up the "story" with horrible dialogue and human characters that we don't care about. And then we get the "friendship" crap between the lead human character (female) and a predator. Idiot!
Here's a suggestion for you, Mr. Anderson. Don't make a sequel. But if you do, get rid of the humans in the first 20 minutes as "hosts" for the aliens. Rest of the movie -- bunch of aliens fighting bunch of predators. It is called ALIENS VS PREDATOR, is it not? Oh, and make it bloody and gory and rated R. None of this PG-13 crap.
And change your name. People might mistake you for this guy, who actually makes good movies.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Last night I had a "ga-wi," that thing when you're half-asleep/half-awake. I was lying on my side. My eyes were closed. I could hear the TV (I always leave it on, it turns off automatically after awhile) behind me. Then I heard it -- that damn throat noise from JU-ON. I tried turning my body, but I couldn't. My eyes wouldn't open either. That went on for about 30 seconds then I finally moved. The noise disappeared but the TV was still on. Like I mentioned before, I've been really tired, so that may have been a factor.
On a totally unrelated note, Steve's mom needs to stay the hell away from my room. It's called invasion of fucking privacy.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
These are random thoughts of Jeb Lund, a writer for OnlineOnslaught.com, a wrestling website (yes, there are websites for wrestling, and yes, I visit them):
There's comedy, there's high comedy, and then there's "Jamaican" Kendra, the Vampire Slayer from the second season of Buffy. She can't tell if she's Jamaican or from Northern Ireland. "Ah cain't tell if ah should tink you be a vumpaire slayin ting! CALL ME NOW! I miss de ould sod o' Dublin! Aye, Darlin', let's sing 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'! NO COLA NUT! Oo' wants de Guinness and de ganja?"If I hear a song like "Barbie Girl" by Aqua come on the radio while I'm driving, I automatically change the station. Not because I really object to the song, but because I can picture getting in a fatal accident, and the officer on scene finding my bloodied body while a girl wails: I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world/Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly. Not a good way to go out.
It's only a matter of time before there's a power-punk cover of the Law & Order theme.
I give it four years max before I meet a hippie girl named Chlamydia.
I don't care how old and infirm she becomes, if the media starts rehabilitating Yoko Ono as some sort of well-meaning artistic quasi-genius in her twilight years, I'm going on a killing spree.
I'll put it this way: if I get to choose my form of torture in Hell, and my three options are a Jennifer Love-Hewitt album, Jewel's poetry or a collection of Sarah Michelle Gellar interviews... I sincerely won't know which one hurts the least.
M. Night Shyamalan's "twist ending" gimmick is pretty played out. So I'm thinking that his next film should be about world peace coming true. Then, five minutes from the ending of the film, during the premiere showing, he can cut through the movie screen with a Bowie knife, scream at the audience, then mow everyone down with a machine gun. On the DVD commentary (recorded in prison), he can say, "The clue for the audience is the color red used throughout the film. RED FOR BLOOOOOOODDD!!!!!" Come on, people, work with him, here.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Few things that stick out in my mind about the retreat:
- bathroom comedy
- Surfer Jon's transformation to Peeping Jon
- "Five, five, five."
- Team Nitro's "body worship"
- revival through pain
- that damn song "Prince of Peace"
Time to get ready for the youth retreat.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
So instead of accompanying The Wench to Frisco for her job interview, I ended up staying here in The O.C. (as the TV folks like to call it). Why? Because now I'm helping out with praise for the youth group retreat. Mark can't get Friday (the first day of the retreat) off from his job, so I'll be leading that night. We had our first practice on Tuesday. How did it go? Well, my ears are still ringing. Take that as you will.
Paul, Dooj and I will be doing an
- "He" by Jars of Clay
- "Walking After You" by Foo Fighters
- "Stare At the Sun" by Thrice
- anything by Jack Johnson
- "Tribute" by Tenacious D
I'm leaning toward the last choice myself, but I'm not sure we can pull it off. It'd be damn hilarious if we do, though.
I think I'm going to save up (when I get a job) for a Vespa. I don't really need a car, and I could just get a regular motorcycle, but who wants to be boring? Certainly not I, my friends. A Vespa is cooler than any motorcycle in my book. The title of that book? A Vespa Is Cooler Than Any Motorcycle. I thought of it first, bitches. I better not hear anything about you ass clowns wanting a Vespa of your own, ya dig?
Thursday, July 29, 2004
I'm not looking forward to August.
- trip to San Francisco with The Wench for her job interview ($???)
- EM retreat at Pepperdine University for three days ($80)
- The Wench's birthday (Whatdyawant?)
- Seroy's wedding on the 14th (Gotta dress up. Again.)
- that same night, Talent Show/Cafe Night ($4, no ideas yet)
- youth group retreat at Big Bear for four days ($130 for the kids, free for the teachers. I think.)
- "fix" major for school (real estate management -> radio & television)
- take care of all the financial aid stuff ("Gimme money. Please.")
- sign up for classes
- school starts on the 23rd (Last day of youth group retreat, gah.)
- somehow pay the rent
- find a job or die on the streets
Monday, July 26, 2004
He's now a professional baseball player. He's big. He's rich. I bet he's still a cocky, punkass bastard.
What am I? A 24 year-old community college student. I want to die.
He grounded out to end the inning.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Pros: They pay well. (twice as much as Cingular) It's relatively easy. Most work will be done on computers.
Cons: It's a Korean company. It's in Norwalk. It's a Korean company. It's full-time. It's a KOREAN company.
Perfect job for me right now: Part-time. Close to home (enough to walk/bike). Pays enough for rent & school. Doesn't require me to be nice to people. Lenient with schedules so it wouldn't interfere with church.
In his sermon last Sunday, Steve JDSN mentioned that when you're praying for something, you should be very specific. That way, when God does answer your prayers, you'll know for sure it was Him. So yeah. That's what I'm praying for. The perfect job.
I need to pick out a couple of songs for the talent show. We got James to join our band. He's crazy. He didn't seem too thrilled though. Bastard.
Also need to pick out possible theme song for the retreat. By Sunday. That was our homework. Everyone's so busy with VBS, I have a feeling I'll be only one who suggests anything.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Blade III: Non-Stop Fight Boner
By Neill Cumpston
I saw Blade III Monday night in Hollywood and I’m still punching things in my head, 2 days later. This movie is coming out in December, so even if you get dick-rot and a vegetable platter for Christmas there’s a present waiting for you in a theater. I wish there was a way to say “Fuck Yeah!” and see this movie at the same time. Wait, there is. Blade III is Cool Ranch Fuck.
Also, this is one of those cool movies where the Plot Scenes keep trying to come on screen and bore the shit out of you, but the Action Shit is all like, “See this?” (shows the Plot Scenes its fist) and before the Plot Scenes can say, “Yeah, it’s a…” the fist is suddenly mulching their nose and then cream corn is shooting out your poo-tunnel ‘cuz the movie is so good.
Here’s the plot:
1. The Vampires dig up Crunch Gym Dracula. The Vampires want to use Crunch Gym Dracula’s blood for something evil.
2. On the other side there’s these vampire killers called the Night Stalkers who want to use Dracula’s blood to make a potion that will kill all vampires.
3. And in the middle of it is Blade III, who puts on his foot-to-ass boots and kicks the chili-cooking fuck out of everything in sight.
Every single action sequence just fucking starts, and then midway through everyone takes a breather and explains why they’re kicking ass, and also why the ass-kicking’s going to go up a notch, and every time it does. There will be a lot of nerd masturbation happening during these scenes, so sit in the back of the theater.
And then, as if the director (who directed all 3, and actually wrote this one) decided to give the Blade fans a bonus for being cool, this film has two big gifts: a hottie chick, plus the hottie chick using bad-ass weapons which are so bad-ass they’re like hot chicks in themselves.
The Hottie Chick is played by Jessica Biel, who gave you a chubby you still have in TEXAS SWEATY HALF-T MASSACRE. And her new weapons are this laser bow that she slices vampires up with, plus a shoe knife, plus a bow and arrow which should get its own movie series. Like, different actors could show up in Steve Martin films and just shoot him with the arrows when he gets boring, which is all the time now. Jessica and her weapons are so hot that she not only gets a shower scene where she washes off blood, but also a scene where she’s suiting up with all her weapons, and I checked during both of these scenes and, yep, boners.
Plus, she shows her belly a lot. Hello freeze frame on the DVD. There should also be a bonus feature called Jessica’s Belly where you get to see all the shots they didn’t use.
She and her group of Night Stalkers, which include the dude who played Van Wilder, want to team up with Blade III, but he’s all like, “I’m Blade”, and “Go fuck yourself”, but then he goes ahead and kicks ass with them anyway. He’s got some awesome new weapons, too, like this sword-on-a-rope that I wish I had when I’m at Six Flags and it’s crowded.
The Van Wilder guy plays Hannibal King, and he’s always saying funny shit, which I laughed at when he said it but now all I can think about is Jessica and that goddamn belly.
Plus there’s an awesome car chase, a bunch of motorcycle fights, vampire dogs, Goth fags getting killed, a wrestler vampire, a Parker Posey vampire, swordfights, electronic pistols that make DVDs of the people you kill with them, a super-nasty death in a shower, plus three sequences where Blade just walks through warehouse/offices, setting up dates between his foot and different dudes’ nutsacks. There’s also a dude from Best in Show, plus another dude from The Warriors, plus a little girl who says something super-creepy to Dracula.
Christmas came early, and so did I, on the left-over spooge still in my pants from Blade II (if New Line pulls quotes for the poster, there you go).
Monday, July 19, 2004
edit @ 12:28 pm:
Speaking of creepy, watch two Voldos from Soul Calibur dance. I don't know what's more disturbing -- the fact that a couple of losers actually choreographed and practiced this, or that I actually watched the whole damn thing. Warning: it gets pretty damn gross at the 2/3 mark.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Friday, July 16, 2004
"What does that mean?"
"It means we're getting the hell out of here."
"Vat do you vant us to do, zign your freaking yearbook?!"
Okay, one more.
"Shut up and eat your cheese sandwich!"
Thursday, July 15, 2004
It was so hot and stuffy in my room that I woke up at 4 am. I opened the window and fell asleep. Why are you not supposed to sleep with the window open? Well my throat is kinda sore, but that's probably due to the praise practice last night.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Diana took me to an art gallery in Santa Ana to check out some paintings by Blaine Fontana. The dude is a flippin' genius if you ask me, but what do I know, I ain't no artist. The gallery was actually just some artsy guy's apartment -- I mean, loft -- and he just hung the paintings on the walls so we were basically nosing around in his kitchen and living room. His place was very nice. Bastard.
Before we left, he pointed out that there was another art exhibit across the street from him, which we decided to check out. The theme was "100 Artists See Satan." Yeah. Lots of paintings, sculptures, drawings... of Satan. Not necessarily satanic, just different interpretations of the Devil by whole lot of artists. There was a projector showing grainy video clips of Satan "sightings" (in the mountains, the woods, etc.) which were very blairwitchish. I'm sure they were fake, but still, it was unsettling. When we came out of the exhibit, Diana looked like she was about to puke.
After we came back to Fullerton, I received a voicemail message from Chase, my old co-worker from Cingular, that he wanted me to come by. They finally put Harold back in the Fullerton store after abusing him over at Westminster for about three months. It turns out that Chase is quitting next Friday, with Harold also quitting the day after that. That's a nice one-two punch to the company. We had a nice chat for about an hour.
That sun, he's so hot right now.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Praise for EM went okay, I think. I couldn't hear the congregation singing so I thought my mic and guitar were too loud, but Doosuan told me after service that they just weren't singing. Oh. What a relief. Well it's all in the past and I'm over it. They'll get Sung back next week and I won't have to do it ever again, so everyone's happy.
Now begins the preparation for Friday night youth group worship. I haven't heard from Adrian about whether or not he'll be playing drums for us. I asked Eric as backup but he's going to Six Flags on Friday with the college group. So we're without a drummer. I would do it all acoustic like I've always done, but the kids wouldn't want that.
Also preparing games for the jr high kids on Friday. And we still haven't officially met to discuss activities for the retreat.
Remember when I had zero resposibilities because I had a fulltime job? Me either.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
I catch myself having fun
Spending a whole day baking in the sun with 30 kids is much better than spending a whole night scratching your itchy sunburned back while trying to fall asleep. Probably.
I feel weird. No, I'm feeling weird. There is a difference.
Snap out of it.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Since Mark is in Indonesia with the mission team, I will be leading praise for the youth group next Friday night. I was actually supposed to do this Friday also, but I will be busy babysitting the jr high kids at the beach so I asked Andy to take over. It's exciting because I got most of the Broken Movement team to help me out for that night. It's been a long time since we've played together. Then today I got a call from Sung, who asked me to lead praise for EM this Sunday. He's not going to be there and neither is Donny. I'm not terribly excited for this one because I'm not a fan of the EM service (and I'm not alone). It's more serious and boring. Yeah, boring. I dunno how I'm gonna handle this one.
I've joined the jr high staff as a teacher. There has been some drama with the staff because the education department is not letting us "new" teachers teach right away. They want us to go through one year of training first. Yeah, ONE YEAR. We're obviously not fully behind this system since it would leave only two "experienced" teachers (Grace and Julie) to take care of all the kids. Steve JDSN has been discussing the issue with the education department to work something out, but it doesn't look too good right now.
I'm helping out as a teacher, and I'm also in charge of the games/activities with Eric and Diane. We haven't talked or prepared that much yet, mostly because it's difficult to incorporate the retreat theme to the activities. We gotta get started soon.
I have to think of activities for the beach trip on Friday, including 7th grade initiation stuff. I'm horrible with this so why are they putting me in charge? There will be a cafe night/talent show next month for retreat fundraising, and I want to do something for it. I just don't know what, yet. Speaking of cafe night, Solo's church is having one pretty soon and according to him, Broken Movement is supposed to play. Well I haven't heard anything. Hmm.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Wait, she won the Wimbledon title? She plays tennis?
I had a dream that I was the king of the mountains, the Mountain King, if you will. Ya'll were my subjects. I enjoyed my kingly life by staying in bed everyday and making my subjects do the same. I was loved. Man, Nyquil messed me up pretty good.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Thursday, July 01, 2004
We've been lucky so far with most of the recent superhero movies, you know, actually being good. The X-MEN series, the BLADE series, I even liked DAREDEVIL despite Ben Affleck's involvement, and no matter what everyone says, I still liked HELLBOY. Then we have the new and improved BATMAN coming next year. Okay, HULK sucked. I'll give you that.
Which brings us to SPIDER-MAN. I never understood why there's a hyphen in his name, but whatever. I really liked the first movie, especially the first half of it when Peter gets his powers and starts training and stuff. The action was good, casting was great, direction by lifelong Spidey fan Sam Raimi was awesome. The sequel is pretty much the first movie, squared. Everything is better, including the villain. The Green Goblin was a decent villain to start off the franchise, but Dr. Octopus is so much deadlier. The action is so good -- everybody's gonna be talking about the train fight, so I'll just keep it short and say that part made me utter "whoa" about seven times. Keanu, eat your heart out.
I really liked the little touches Sam Raimi brought in from his older films. The feel of the scene when Dr. Octopus "wakes up," it's like a horror movie. And that mini-chainsaw? Pure EVIL DEAD. And since it's a Raimi film, we have cameos by Bruce Campbell as the snooty usher and Ted Raimi getting verbally abused by J. Jonah Jameson. How did Sam Raimi go from ARMY OF DARKNESS to SPIDER-MAN? The world may never know.
Oh, and that intro with images by Alex Ross highlighting the first movie? FLIPPIN' SWEET.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
fortune cookie from, like, a week ago: "A good time to finish up old tasks." I guess it's referring to the three chapters I owe Gracie. Tonight.
I'm gonna be poor again, very soon. I've been splurging on too much stuff. Today I bought all of Hillsong United CD's and musicbooks. ALL OF THEM. I swear this is the last splurge. For this month.
I'm sick. It might have been from the beach, but I think it's more likely that Grace passed her cold on to me. You know, to spite me, 'cause... you know, like, yeah.
I think I've had too many pills.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Glen, Glen Glen Glen
Glen Glen Glen
Glen Glen Glen
Glen's the man, going to work
Got his tie, got ambition
Middleman is soon right within his grasp
It's a dream that he'll never let die
Glen's the man of the hour
He's the king of his cube
Status call reports have finally met their rival
Open the candlelit both ends on his way to the top
He knows one day he just could become...
Roy, Roy Roy Roy
Friday, June 18, 2004
Morgan Spurlock ate McDonalds every day, three meals per day, for 30 days. He gained about 25 pounds, doubled the risk of heart disease, and endangered his liver and kidneys. He was tired and depressed most of the time and went through mood swings. For the last 10 months, I've been eating at least one fast food meal per day while working at Cingular in Amerige Heights. Sometimes two. In Amerige Heights you can eat at McDonalds, Taco Bell (which combined with Pizza Hut and KFC in one store), Rubios, Panda Express, Top Class Pizza, Islands, and Togos. I would rotate between all those throughout the week when I worked. There's also Souplantation but I've only been there once. I haven't gained weight. But I am curious about the other stuff, like the possibility of heart disease. I do feel like crap most of the time and I never thought it would be because of the food I've been eating. I'm gonna cut down on the daily soda intake for sure.
And no more super sizing.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Friday - I went to church early to practice for praise with Paul and Dusty. I love playing with Dusty because he's so good at guitar; all I have to do is tell him what I want to hear and he plays it. Musical genius. Jr high played some games with Steve JDSN to get to know him better. Denise came by for a visit with her boyfriend, John. He looks a lot like Nick, one of the 8th graders. Denise introduced them to each other and I think she even took a picture of them together. After all that, it was time for the lock-in. The boys were super hyper and wouldn't sleep, so I had to be mean and I made an example out of Paul Bae (one of the twins). He probably hates me now. At least after that they went to sleep.
Saturday - We left for Six Flags at around 8:30. The entire group, about 18 people including teachers, stayed together for the whole day. We couldn't go on that many rides because the park was way too crowded, resulting in horrendously long lines (2 to 3 hour wait). When we were in line for Goliath, the ride broke down. Lots of people in front of us left thinking that it was gonna be a long time before it was fixed. So we ended up going from the middle of the line to the way front. And right when we got there, the ride got fixed. Good times. Goliath is awesome by the way. That first drop is just disgusting. We left pretty early, around 7. We stopped by King Taco on the way home and had dinner. After the kids went home, I went to see THE CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK. Vin Diesel is not an actor with a whole lot of range. Riddick is the perfect character for him. He doesn't talk much, he speaks in a low growl when he actually does, and he does a lot of action stuff. Perfect for Diesel. I really liked the movie (gotta love that ending, so CONAN THE BARBARIAN), but I think I'm in the minority. The other guys didn't like it at all. To each his own.
Sunday - church. After a short practice with Paul and Dusty, it was time for service. Grace tripped on my guitar wire which resulted in my guitar not coming out of the amp. Since the wires are so flaky and the sound would go in and out at the slightest touch, we were worried about it all through practice. And here God just takes it out of the way so there would be less distraction. Heh. I think the praise went pretty well. I heard a lot of kids singing; it's usually pretty quiet. Steve JDSN told a good sermon about worship, and led some kids to reconfirm their faith and get back to God. It's nice to finally have a JDSN again. After that, it was EM service. I had to constantly fight back the sleep that I so desperately wanted. I don't remember much. Retreat meeting for teachers. I volunteered for the "recreation" committee with Diane and Eric. We're basically in charge of the games, which I have absolutely no experience in. We'll see how that goes. Then off to Heidi's for her graduation dinner. We watched game 4 of the NBA finals while we ate. Some adults came and watched it with us. I think they hated us because we were cheering for the Pistons, especially Deborah Lo's mom. After Detroit won, we kept saying "YES" and shook our fist to rub it in her face. TAKE THAT, DEBORAH'S MOM.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
I get waken up by the same damn crows every morning. I dunno if they're mating or what but their noise is driving me insane. They're still going at it!
I play all day, every day. Life is good. For now. The money is draining quickly.
I haven't started on the chapters I promised Grace. How can I write when I don't even have time to blog? At least I have ideas on what to write for two chapters; the third, I don't know.
Graduations. I can't stand 'em. Today is Sunny Hills. I don't particularly care for this year's seniors except Heidi and Minhee (and J. Lo -- his is next week). We'll see if I end up attending.
Tomorrow is Parks jr high. I should go to that. It would be great if Davi could do the speech, but that won't be happening. How do I know? I got connections baby.
Tomorrow is also the lock-in for the 8th graders, then Six Flags on Saturday. I kinda have to go since most of the teachers aren't going. I'm not looking forward to it too much, though. First of all, most of the 8th grade boys are not going. I gotta babysit bunch of girls all day? Second of all, I have bad memories of Six Flags. That's actually the subject for the second chapter (I think), so I won't get into that here.
I'm supposed to lead praise this Sunday. I'm a little excited since I haven't done it for about 9 months or something like that. Which reminds me -- I need to practice. Oh and I need to do laundry.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Floating overhead, undoing his helmet
Through the murky beams of blue-green sea life
I saw him spinning towards the moonlight
I pulled him in
He wasn't breathing
His eyes were wide
I saw two of me there
There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet
I found a way to make it silent
I'm coming up for air
I'm coming up for air
They hold my hand
And ask me to pull through
A voice I know says
"Dear, he probably can't hear you"
I'm coming up for air
I'm coming up for air
I'm coming up for air
Thursday, June 03, 2004
I saw a Korean movie called SILMIDO. It was pretty good, but one thing kept bugging me througout the whole movie -- Koreans are masters of overacting. You thought Al Pacino was bad in DEVIL'S ADVOCATE? Imagine 30 Al Pacinos playing soldiers. I've never heard so much yelling and screaming in a movie not titled HALLOWEEN. Enough of the acting, the story was really good. I'm assuming it was based on a true events. Grace cried.
Speaking of Grace, we made a bet before the movie began whether or not it would have subtitles. Since the movie was playing at the Cerritos mall beside TROY, DAY AFTER TOMORROW, SHREK 2, and a bunch of other mainstream American movies, I assumed it would have subtitles. There was no hint of Korean beside the title for SILMIDO. Grace heard from Dustin (who heard from someone else) that the movie didn't have subtitles. She won the bet. Now I have to write THREE WHOLE CHAPTERS for my epic novel by the end of this month. Dammitwhynosubtitlesstupidkoreansikillyou!
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
I'm gonna get this done, probably today. I got to keep the first one for only about a month because of the job at Islands two years ago, and now that I'm free for the Summer, I think this will be my last chance.
So it's the Lakers versus Pistons for the championship. I know Detroit plays great defense, but we all know who's gonna win, don't we? I don't know why I hate the Lakers so much -- maybe because they seem so damn cocky. I know why, it's Shaq. I hate him with passion. I like it when he makes fun of Craig Sager though.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Today I officially started my basketball training. Lesson 1: dribbling. I suck at dribbling. I just shoot jumpers. I decided the first step to expand my game is to work on my dribbling. I dribbled all the way to church (and back) with my left hand. It felt awkward in the beginning since I always dribble with my right hand. The ball would go random places -- it bounced off my feet a few times and I had to chase it down like a dork. I shot around a bit at church, got a slurpee, and came back home. By the end, it felt a little more comfortable dribbling with my left hand.
I'll be helping out for the Summer retreat. John MSN told me yesterday I need to come to the next meeting on the 13th, so I guess I'm in. I think I'm gonna volunteer to teach the 9th graders, the same class I had last Summer. Or should I take the 7th graders, who I'll probably end up with after the retreat? Or maybe they don't even need teachers. Maybe they want me to help out with other stuff. Speaking of which, the guys told me I should lead praise for the retreat. I was horrified and said no. It's a huge reponsibility. I think Mark does a good job with the youth group, and he'll probably end up doing it anyway, so I shouldn't think too much of it.
Too much on my mind, but I don't want to write anymore.
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