In Over The Past 1 Year 5 months & 19 Days...

..life just had to come put its hot stamp on things. Old partners left. New partners came. Dad passed. Friends passed. Little kiddo came. The 911, 166, and the R53 rolled out. A new Focus, and an old 78 TA28 Liftback project rolled in. I know. Cool factor just slid down a whole hundred points.


But am sure as hell not out for the count. Despite the throw downs, I'm very grateful for the moments of joy that find their way in parcelled in between each bout. The times you think that life's not all fair? It typically passes and sometimes when you least expect it, will just surprise you in a very good way. Stick with it. Roll with the punches. Look outside the ring. Loved ones - family.. friends.. that's what its all about.

Just need to constantly remind ourselves to remember the good. And forgive, forget but take notes from the bad. No one needs to be the sorry ass angry bitch that we all fail to recognize sometimes staring back at us in the mirror each morning.

Life's actually great.

Movie Monologue #5

And of course a timely and well deserved tribute to every government on the planet that finds it fit to revel in launching a fairy into space..

Malaysia boleh! ..not.

The Bolehnaut. An astronomical waste of tax revenue.

Armageddon

(written by Jonathan Hensleigh & J.J. Abrams)

President: "I address you tonight, not as the President of the United States, not as the leader of the country, but as a citizen of humanity. We are faced with the very gravest of challenges. The bible calls this day 'Armageddon'. The end of all things. And yet, for the first time in the history of the planet, the species has the technology to prevent its own extinction. All of you praying with us need to know that everything that can be done to prevent this disaster is being called into service. The human thirst for excellence, knowledge, every step of the ladder of science, every... adventurous reach into space, all of our combined modern technologies and imaginations, even the wars that we have fought have provided us the tools to wage the terrible battle. Through all the chaos that is our history books, through all of the wrongs... and the discord, through all of the pain and suffering, through all of our times... there is one thing that has nourished our souls and elevated our species above its origin. And that is our courage. Tonight the hopes and dreams of an entire planet are focused on the fourteen brave souls traveling into the heavens. May we all see the events through with the dignity and perseverance worthy of such a challenge. Good night and Godspeed."

Heroes. But whose?

The storyline of Tim Kring’s Heroes has a strangely similar plot to X-Men’s chapter of “Days of Future Past” (Uncanny X-Men issues #141 & #142 published in 1981 by Chris Claremont & John Byrne) which deals with a dystopian alternate future in which mutants are scourged. The storyline alternates between the present day, in which the X-Men fought Mystique's new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, and a future timeline caused by the X-Men's failure to prevent them from assassinating Senator Robert Kelly, in which robot Sentinels ruled the United States and mutants were incarcerated in concentration camps. Save the Senator, Save the World? Hmm.

It is also clearly apparent that Tim is an ardent comic fan and the influences of comic book characters (from Marvel, DC to Independents) are evident in his made-for-TV-characters of different names and of feebly composed backgrounds. Mesh up a plot borrowed from tried and tested comic legend, pen in characters with unoriginally inspired powers, buy a ticket to Hollywood (cattle class), put together a shoestring budget, sign on B-grade talent (who have, in their defence, done pretty well), and you instantly get a shot at the red carpet.

Here's what I mean;

Claire Bennet = Wolverine, or Deadpool

Hiro Nakamura = Nightcrawler, or Kiden Nixon (Nyx), or Dr Manhattan (Watchmen)

Nathan Petrelli = Warren Worthington III @ Archangel

Peter Petrelli = Synch, or Mimic, or Rogue

Niki Sanders = Bruce Banner @ The Hulk

Micah Sanders = Forge

Matt Parker = Professor X

DL Hawkins = Shadowcat @ Kitty Pryde, or Silver Surfer

Claude Rains = Sue Storm @ Invisible Woman

Sylar = Mr Sinister, or Magneto

Theodore Sprague = Pyro, or Johnny Storm @ Human Torch

Eden McCain = Mesmero, or Emma Frost

The Haitian = Dorian Leach

Social inequality is just

Selfish proponents supporting this injustice should be made to adorn appropriate getups like..

So that they will not only look like bullshit, they'll also..

Conclusion?

Love Rock

Life couldn't get any better. At this moment. Right now. Its winter in Mauritius, yet the sun continues to shine gloriously and the waves play tag by crashing and ebbing from the shores, while the other handful of vacationers laze away on an otherwise vacant private beach front. The woman our hero has wed lies sprawled on a beach chair, and our hero cannot help but smile somewhat gleefuly on his achievements over the past 2 weeks. Triumphantly found himself a bride, this lazy ass has. Joy.

And these events echo through an iPod playlist arranged within 2 weeks before the matrimonial endeavor. Lame and even gag-worthy to some, but don't we all love to hear love sometimes..

66 Wedding Reception Songs
(crescendoing into post dinner party)

Someone To Watch Over Me - Ella Fitzgerald
As time goes by - Billy Holiday
How Deep Is The Ocean - Dianna Krall
I Get A Kick Out Of You - Frank Sinatra
At Last - Etta James
I Left My Heart In San Francisco - Tony Bennett
Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Tony Bennet feat KD Lang
When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole
Truly - Lionel Richie
Have I Told You Lately - Rod Stewart
You Decorated My Life - Kenny Rogers
Stuck On You - Lionel Richie
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Platters
All My Life - K-CI & JoJo
She’s the one – Robby Williams
Always and Forever - Heatwave
Georgia - Ray Charles
Summer Wind - Frank Sinatra
You Are The Sunshine of My Life - Stevie Wonder
Isn't She Lovely - Stevie Wonder
Love and Marriage - Frank Sinatra
My First, My Last, My Everything – Barry White
Fly Me To The Moon - Diana Krall
The Way You Look Tonight - Harry Connick Jr
La Mer - Charles Trennet
It's Your Love - Tim McGraw/Faith Hill
We've Only Just Begun - Carpenters
Fallen - Lauren Wood
She - Elvis Costello
Your Song - Elton John
Kissing A Fool - George Michael
I Only Have Eyes For You - Ella Fitzgerald
Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Gloria Gaynor
For Once In My Life - Steview Wonder
My Girl - Temptations
It Had To Be You - Harry Conick Jr
I Could Not Ask For More - Edwin McCain
I Got You Babe - Sonny & Cher
Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye
We Are Family - Sister Sledge
Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison
Love Is In The Air - John Paul Young
I Believe In Miracles - Hot Chocolate
Believe It Or Not – Joey Scarbury
Celebration - Kool & The Gang
Shout - Otis Day & The Nights (Animal House)
Love Shack - B-52's
Copacabana - Barry Manilow
You're The One That I Want - Olivia/Travolta
Mustang Sally - Blues Brothers
I Can't Get No (Satisfaction) - Rolling Stones
I Feel Good (I Got You) - James Brown
Fast And The Furious – Teriyaki Boys
Let's Go Crazy - Prince
Jump - Pointer Sisters
Twist & Shout - Beatles
Walk This Way - Aerosmith
Dancing Queen - ABBA
Mambo #5 - Lou Bega
Conga - Miami Sound Machine
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix A Lot
Lets Talk About Sex – Salt n Pepa
Wild Thing - Tone Loc
Whoomp! (There It Is) - Tag Team
Pump Up The Jam - Technotronic
Another One Bites The Dust - Queen

Hey, one man's honey...

Movie Monologue #4

The Boiler Room

Jim Young (Ben Affleck)

Jim Young: "Okay, before we get started, I have one question, has anyone here passed a Series Seven exam?"

Man: (raises his hand) "I have a Series Seven license."

Jim Young: "Good for you. You can get up too."

Man: "What? Why?"

Jim Young: "We don't hire brokers here, we train new ones. That's it Skippy - pack your shit, let's go. (the man leaves) Okay, here's the deal, I'm not here to waste your time. Okay, I certainly hope you're not here to waste mine, so I'm gonna keep this short. Become an employee of this firm, you will make your first million within 3 years. Okay, I'm gonna repeat that, you will make a million dollars, within three years of your first day of employment at J.T. Marlin. There's no question as to whether you become a millionaire working here. The only question is, how many times over. You think I'm joking....I am not joking. I am a millionaire. It's a weird thing to hear, right? Lemme tell ya, its a weird thing to say: I am a fucking millionaire. And guess how old I am...27, you know what that makes me here? A fucking senior citizen. This firm is entirely comprised of people your age, not mine. Lucky for me, I happen to be very fucking good at my job or I'd be out of one. You guys are the new blood. You are the future swinging dicks of this firm.

Now you all look money hungry and that's good. Anybody who tells you that money is the root of all evil, doesn't fucking have any. They say money can't buy happiness. Look at the fucking smile on my face! Ear to ear baby! You want details, fine. I drive a Ferrari 355 Cabriolet. What's up? (slides keys across long table) I have a ridiculous house at the South Fork. I have every toy you could possibly imagine. And best of all, I am liquid. So now you know what's possible, let me tell you what's required. You are required to work your fucking ass off at this firm. We want winners here, not pikers. A piker walks at the bell. A Piker asks how much vacation time you get in the first year. Vacation time? People come to work at this firm for one reason, to become filthy rich, that's it. We're not here to make friends, we're not saving the fucking manatees here guys. You want vacation time, go teach third grade at a public school.

Okay, first three months at the firm are as a trainee, you'll make 150 dollars a week. After you've done training, you take the series seven, you pass that, you become a junior broker and you're opening accounts for your team leader. You open forty accounts you start working for yourself, the sky's the limit. A word or two about being a trainee, your friends, parents, other brokers, they're gonna give you shit about it, it's true, a 150 a week, that's not a lot of money. Pay them no mind. You need to learn this business and this is the time to to do it. Once you pass the test, none of that's gonna matter. Your friends are shit. You tell em you made 25 grand last month they're not gonna fucking believe you. Fuck them! Fuck 'em! Parents don't like the life you lead. Fuck your mom and dad. See how it feels when you're making their fucking Lexus payments. Now go home and think about it. Think about whether or not this is really for you. If you decide that it isn't, listen, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is not for everyone. But if you really want this, you call me on Monday and we'll talk. Just don't waste my fucking time......Okay, that's it."

Movie Monologue #3

Wallstreet
Gordon Gecko (Michael Douglas)

Gekko: "Well, I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me, Mr. Cromwell, as the single largest shareholder in Teldar Paper, to speak. Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're not here to indulge in fantasy, but in political and economic reality. America, America has become a second-rate power. Its trade deficit and its fiscal deficit are at nightmare proportions. Now, in the days of the free market, when our country was a top industrial power, there was accountability to the stockholder. The Carnegies, the Mellons, the men that built this great industrial empire, made sure of it because it was their money at stake. Today, management has no stake in the company!

All together, these men sitting up here own less than 3 percent of the company. And where does Mr. Cromwell put his million-dollar salary? Not in Teldar stock; he owns less than 1 percent. You own the company. That's right -- you, the stockholder. And you are all being royally screwed over by these, these bureaucrats, with their luncheons, their hunting and fishing trips, their corporate jets and golden parachutes."

Cromwell: "This is an outrage! You're out of line, Gekko!"

Gekko: "Teldar Paper, Mr. Cromwell, Teldar Paper has 33 different vice presidents, each earning over 200 thousand dollars a year. Now, I have spent the last two months analyzing what all these guys do, and I still can't figure it out. One thing I do know is that our paper company lost 110 million dollars last year, and I'll bet that half of that was spent in all the paperwork going back and forth between all these vice presidents. The new law of evolution in corporate America seems to be survival of the unfittest. Well, in my book you either do it right or you get eliminated. In the last seven deals that I've been involved with, there were 2.5 million stockholders who have made a pretax profit of 12 billion dollars. Thank you. I am not a destroyer of companies. I am a liberator of them!

The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed -- for lack of a better word -- is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms -- greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge -- has marked the upward surge of mankind. And greed -- you mark my words -- will not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.

Thank you very much."

Movie Monologue #2

V for Vendetta
"V" (Hugo Weaving)

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V"

Movie Monologue #1

Ever wondered why movies make you laugh? Cry? Rile you up? Provoke thought & reflection? Look around you the next time you stick your hands into pop-corn. Notice the muted whispers that compete against silence. The enveloping dark as the screen unfolds. You’ll realize how you choose for your mind to block out, to not need or want to process the peeving sights or sounds outside of the moment. Your thoughts and senses are so focused and tuned into that giant screen and that ass-kicking THX audio system that your mind makes you believe that you ARE in the movie. (See? Note the relationship between your senses and the environment :) ) How we can engage and listen so easily and readily when our senses are placated by order.

So indulge me while I borrow and pay tribute to genius by documenting those epic episodes that have jolted my emotional reserves and inspired me to think outside of my daily existence. A salutation of sorts, for granting me the confidence and respect for my fellow man who have cleverly transposed thought to paper, and to remarkable speech and gesture from another. If greed and ambition are driving Hollywood, then by golly let the powers that be continue stoking the ambers of lust for as long as the sun shines.

Here’s hoping that these monologues will never see their final curtains.

Reservoir Dogs
Mr. Brown (Quentin Tarantino)

"Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song . . . it's a metaphor for big dicks. Like a Virgin's not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what True Blue's about. Granted, no argument about that. Ok. Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooz who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon . . . dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This cat is like Charles Bronson in the great escape. He's digging tunnels. She's getting this serious dick action and feeling something she ain't felt since forever . . . pain. Pain. It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be bubbleyum by now, but when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it was like to be a virgin. Hence . . . Like a Virgin."

Do you see what I see?

Ever stop to think of what a blind man sees? Or what a mute wants to say? Or how deafening a deaf girl's thoughts are? Or what a limbless person wants to physically accomplish?

While most of us are privileged to be born equipped with the 5 senses, we never make the attempt to understand what they mean to us, and how they contribute to our psyche and our mental and spiritual constitution. We fail to optimize these gifts even through their simple and regular use, what more honing them. I hear comments like “Are you blind?”, “You deaf?”, “Why don’t you listen..” (etc) flung around innocently yet appearing to be insensitively mocking in tone on a daily basis. Why? Because to a large extent, we actually are. Guilty as charged.

There is no doubt that despite our prejudices, our interaction with others contributes to life lessons that help us grow. But how willing are we to listen? To learn? How fast do we grow? Have we cruised through life at its minimum required constant speed, or have we lagged?

If we were given one (or a few) less sense(s) to live with, we would be desensitized somewhat, and be less byzantine. We would instead even possibly excel in engaging in one certain other God-given sense. Communication activity between our brain and our nervous system would be less cluttered and more focused on synaptic transmission generated from the residual senses. Our thought processes less distracted and more centered. The absence of an object of reliance frees and dedicates neural resource to the less that we have. We become more attuned to our environment and more responsive on how we choose to interact with it. We will be able to see the beauty within life itself and within the people that we share our lives with, not be hampered by complexity, and be blind to hate and prejudice.

Maybe this is why and how some folk actually develop ESP. How some display intuitive capabilities that we label as magic or worse, devil worship, because it defies our limited logic. Because our logic, which in itself cries arrogance, is 'man' made and is highly and grossly fallible by divine measure or some higher alien life-form standard. We thump our chests and think we see all, we hear all, we know all. But are we really equipped and born capable enough to see the real green mass that we believe to be the forest instead of the trees?

Kids, for example, are gifted with more simple thought processes by virtue of time, but many have been scientifically tested to be able to sense the spiritual, despite our ridicule that we charge them with as a result of our ignorance. This begets the question of who really are their imaginary friends. Because of and despite our adult wisdom and so-called 'oneness' with life, we will never be able to see what they do. Perhaps we need to be more respectful and cautiously take heed of what we do not understand before we decide to shrug off their 'childish nonsense' the next time.

So. Are we cursed? Or blessed? Is being normal a handicap?

Well, I for one am convinced that despite our sensory shortcomings, we are adequate. And we really should be grateful for the squinty eyes, the misshaped nose, the ten stubby fingers and toes that we were born with. We would be at the bottom of the food chain and fighting against protozoa for oxygen if not (and I certainly wouldn't be ranting like the crazed ol' coot that I can be). Life was meant to be a challenge and most of us are all playing on a level field armed with the same tools and equipment (with the occasional exception of Mr Peter North and his ilk). The rules of engagement have just been designed the way that they are. In the final analysis, we will be judged on the choices that we have made, and we will not be able to put it down to being physically handicapped when our scorecards reflect how morally challenged we have been instead.

So keep the kitchen knife where it belongs and do not be encouraged to rip out your eyes or cut-off your tongue. Yet. Just laying out some finger food on the thought platter…