tssmr: the x-files

the truth is out there but it hurts how a 30-minute tv episode where moulder and scully finally get off is marketed as a film.

One more time with photo

Test with photo from iPhone-taken by phone and foraged from photo album.

Let’s see this post.

Test post from iPhone

Just got a few apps from iTunes and still learning the ropes. Hope this works.

Apps that are cool: Shakespeare (free) NYC iTrans ($10-fucker).

Let’s see this upload.

zeroville

*zeroville* by steve erickson is killing me. one of those rare books that i don’t want to end. everything is just perfect. the idea and the conceit mixes seamlessly. the last time a book had that effect on me was *vellum* by hal duncan. 

on the trip to the library, i chanced upon 81/2 by federico fellini. really, what could be a better film to watch after that book.

also borrowed *the devil you know* by mike carey after seeing it on sunny’s blog as recommended by white b.

but, before any reading and viewing,  it’s cardio time before the wifey lands from texas. i hope she still has the energy for the x-files. i really want to believe.

for knuckleduster 13

was able to run to the library despite the impending rain. found no DVDs worth watching but found a tattoo book. i hope some legit tattoo shop takes this graphically designed tats seriously before team manila fucks it up.

breaking the fever

finally the temperature is back to almost normal. been holed up for too long i might lose my way to the library. i hope it rains. then it would be reading conrad williams’ *the unblemished* with a maglite under the bedsheet, something i haven’t done since dan simmon’s *the terror*.

IMHO

the joker is one sonamabitch, too much of a villain to be a villain. in the domain of double negatives, he is a hero.

and because the cinema is an interactive experience on this side of the globe (people heckle and cheer) the joker got more cheers than the bat (his only time was when he dropped that mafiosi from the third floor and broke his legs – the motorcycle stunt didn’t cut it – while it was a never ending cheer for the joker since he started with making the pencil disappear). and all so richly deserved. 

pure malevolence with an smiling scar. what is there not to love? his lies about how he got his scar really killed me – while it is easy to do a flashback/abused child cliche, nolan didn’t take the bait. and if the next installment is the joker begins, all the more will he kick ass (although now that ledger is RIP, this might not be the next story but the joker breaking jail is always a hoot to watch).

sidebar: until last thursday, i keep hoping that a news story will appear about ledger attending a premiere. now that would be an ultimate PR film stunt. i see him in his reptilian regalia laughing ha-ha-ha-ha-ha all throughout the red carpet. i guess that bastard is now really dead and buried.

i hope nolan takes a shorter time filming the next bat film.

“introduce a little anarchy”

just saw the dark knight again.

i’m still reeling. maybe i’m just drunk from the wine. i will sleep and write my thoughts tomorrow.

hot and bothered

heatstroke is a term i learned from CNN years ago, something alien and i couldn’t comprehend. until now.

tropical heat is the kind where i know that the sun is the source – if i hide behind a tree or wait until it sets then i’m basically OK.

here, the heat is omnipresent and attacks all around like a fucking oven. if i hide behind a tree and wait until the sun sets, the temperature remains the same. and the humidity makes breathing an effort. like breathing liquid. those old people that die due to too much heat, die precisely because of that. and with my hypertension, i am really afraid, even though it is very well under control.

lately i’ve been staying indoors. just reading and cooking and sleeping and eating. waiting it out and venturing outside the door when it is absolutely necessary (like watching batman or buying alcohol). the one time i walked to the park for my cardio, i had to run to the nearest drinking fountain and rehydrate.

dog days of summer are excuse for people to go out and have some booze and wine at the park under the guise of listening to concerts or watching a movie. very tempting, but no. a good book and some beer or iced water will do.

tssmr: the dark knight

watch how the superman franchise gets officially fucked.

a puzzle

everytime an asian restaurant flyer is inserted into the apartment’s main door, it mysteriously appears inside our door. and mind you, there is another door that separates us from the main one. no italian, american (bbq and shit) greek, or mexican ever comes through.

samples of menu: asia grill, ko sushi, ichiro, viang ping, noodles 28, sunny, maple asian fusion.

the paranoid me thinks that our beloved neighbors have had enough of the smell of soy sauce.

the friendly me thinks that a neighbor is just doing us a favor.

there are five floors with two units each and that leaves 9 possible suspects. is it out of prejudice (that poor, ugly asian motherfucker doesn’t know that one can order from the net, might as well insert a menu into his door lest he stink up the apartment again) or out of concern (that weird dude who’s always carrying large books to the library and back and waiting for his missus deserves a break from his cooking)???

so far i try to be polite. hi, hello, how are you complete with opening the door for them even though my nose bleeds from the effort (writing is different from speaking, believe you me).

one of these days, i’m gonna catch the motherfucker who keeps doing this. i know menupages.com after all so everything is just trash.

desktop images

cleaned my mac and filed the things that should be filed and changed my wallpaper to these beauties taken from the zoo. the iphone also got a jellyalien as a wallpaper. although untentacled, i’m starting to love these creatures.

tssmr: hellboy 2

it is impossible for del toro to disappoint.

{i’m not a baby, i’m a tumor.} quote of the year.

pics of the weekend

tssmr: hancock

with a drunk superhero, how anti-homo can it get?

{tomorrow, it’s hellboy2 after going to mass.}

books that start with “the”

the host by stephenie meyer. her vampire series, i avoided like the plague because i can no longer enjoy another vampire story after the overkill done by anne rice. plus the marketing effort really got into my nerves. the next jk rowling. how can i read something authored by that when i don’t even want to read the first jk rowling. it’s me – the more people read a book, the more i am repelled. i’m sick in the head. as for “the host” which is marketed as a science fiction, i’m onto the first dozen chapters and i’m yawning –  i know that she wears angel pants but come on, enough with the pining already and get some go again. plus it’s part “stranger in a strange land” mixed with “invasion of the body snatchers” matched with “the man who fell to earth” mingled with all other hugo and nebula award winners. 

the swarm by frank schatzing. an aryan author, and ex- ad agency peep like salman rushdie. this i’m looking foward to as soon as i wake up from the host. i love german storytellers. they are not wordsmiths but engineers. aside from original storylines, their structure is measured, mathematical. perfume by peter suskind really blew me.

so.

three vampire novels to die for:

• dracula by bram stoker

• lost souls by poppy z. brite

• the five of cups by caitlin r. kiernan

bone!

sinigang na b with boto-boto. what i’ve been craving for since we got here is happening thanks to our chinese friends at chinatown where 2 pounds of pork bone can be had for $.70. win. let’s see if the finished product is as appetizing as the pics of ingredients (there is that weird root crop called gaby concepcion – a bicol staple –  that lends the sinigang the right amount of gooeyness and viscousness ((my high school science teacher uses the word viscousity which, thanks to spellcheck, is wrong))). which reminds me that the words “bring to a boil” seem to amuse me for some strange reason.

“and the hunchback midget and his twisted friends offer a world of thrills that never end”

of course it rained on the fourth of july and it still was drizzling the day after.

got a change to hang out with the freaks though. and their beer was the bitterest ever i’ve tasted so far – heavy and frothy, something close to cerveza negra. the show was cool, some bald and ocelot-mustached dude named donny vomit hosted the event and drilled a black and decker up his nose into his skull. 6 inches of twisted awesomeness.

got a postcard (very dark city by alex proyas) that’s also a petition letter to government official not to tear the whole coney island and convert it into a shopping strip. the man just can’t stop messing with simple, free pleasures.

got the obligatory hotdog used in the fourth of july’s most honored festival – the hotdog eating contest. it was bland.

hill borrowed

the library will have a closed weekend starting friday due to the fourth of july holiday and as i’m still reading ellis, got only one book but 3 DVDs.

from the line up, it seems that halloween is coming early.

i hope the amber waves of rain doesn’t spoil my parade as we head off to coney island and visit some homies, the freaks at the sideshow. can’t wait. 

interesting irony

and they say the internet killed the press?

http://egan.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/02/save-the-press/

irony, because i clicked an ad that redirected me to this article.

 

winged stones and cold stones

i would rather have beer while reading but the ice cream also works, despite the lack of alcohol.

any more and it would become a form of torture.

morrell borrowed

not one but two of david morrell’s latest thrillers. the man that injects testosterone into the written pages is back. creepers, i’m looking forward to just to get a different feel of terror-infested buildings since reading *the house of leaves*. scavengers, i have really no idea what it is about.

we shall see.

right now, the chicken afritada is waiting to be cooked.