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![]() The EBM fan in me is positively DROOLING over the functional minimalism of this thing. The businessman in me is thinking that this would look very nice in a formal setting. The Cuban plantation owner in me is thinking how lovely it would look with a white linen suit. Guess I'm putting some pennies away for this. :) bang your head
Anyone on my FL familiar with The Boondock Saints? I've never seen the movie, but based on the various synopses I've read, this song by Puscifer could be describing it. Thoughts from my film buff friends?
Thirst (Bakjwi) is the best goddamned vampire movie I've seen since Let The Right One In.
I love this song. And this video makes me smile, especially the dorky skeleton dancing in the middle. :)
Comment - from here on I'm going to start posting my random notes on martial arts here. These will generally be pretty technical musings, usually analysis. They're not meant to be of interest to everyone in general - but I thought some of you might find them interesting.
I got wind of a new compendium of Shaolin forms and was shown a link to a site that sells the books. Since I don't quite have the Chinese character set working right on the machine yet, I figured I'd have Babelfish do its thing. Boy, did it ever. ;) 1 synaptic misfire | bang your head
"So I'm walking down the street, and I see a guy dressed in a gi. That should be my first sign that there's something wrong." <--- my favorite line :)
![]() ![]() The Story of the Hungry Dachshund 4:00am Marley: Excuse me, but I am out of the bed now! Me: [waking up] Marley, get your ass back into the bed. Marley: Excuse me, but I would like to go out of the bedroom now! Miso: [wakes up] Oh hai! Wat's going on? Marley: I have woken up Master so He can let us out of the bedroom! Miso: Yay! I laik being out of the bedroom! Val: [snore] Me: Goddammit. [Dogs are let out into the back yard, whereupon they immediately paint the grass yellow.] Marley: [re-entering kitchen] Excuse me, but I would like to be fed now! Me: Marley, we're going back up to bed. Marley: Okay! Miso: I laik peeing! Oh wait r we going back to bed? Yay! 4:45am Marley: Excuse me, but I am out of the bed now! Me: [waking up again] Wha? Marley: I would like to be fed now, please! Me: Marley, get your ass back into bed. Marley: Okay! Miso: Blanket is snugglee! Val: [snore] 5:30am Marley: Excuse me, but I am once again out of the bed! Miso: Oh boy is it time for out of beds now? Me: Wha' happen? Marley: I would like to be fed now, please! Me: Marley, if you don't get back into bed and let me sleep, I'm going to stick you in the Crock Pot. Marley: Okay! Miso: Oh boy I laik sleep! Val: [snore] 6:15am [alarm goes off] Me: [mumbling, eyes not yet open] Okay boys, time for food. Marley: I thank you, Master, for I like food! Miso: Is there food for me? Is there food for me? Me: [serves kibble, turns around, collapses on couch] literally 1 second later Marley: [leaps onto my groin] Me: Oof! Marley: That was excellent food! I lick your face off, because I love you! Me: Marley, get offa me! Marley: My saliva is an excellent exfoliant! Me: Marley, I've got the oven pre-warmed... Miso: [leaps onto me] Oh hai I finished eating oh boy is it time to play now?! 2 synaptic misfires | bang your head
![]() ![]() Val has asked me to write up some Miso stories, a la Me: [working on presentation, laptop on the bed] Miso: [on the bed, wanders over] Play? Me: No Miso, I have to work on this presentation. Miso: Play? Me: No, Miso, I have to work! Miso: [sniffs laptop] Can I help? Me: Miso, stop sniffing the laptop, please. Miso: [sticks out paw and hits "A" key] Look I can help! Me: Miso, stop helping! Miso: [types] aaaaaaaaaqqqqqqqqwwwwwssssss Miso: I helped! Can we play now, please? Val and Marley: [snore] 1 synaptic misfire | bang your head
Last night, after my board meeting, I met up with Vivian for drinks. We ended up at this hold-in-the-wall dumpling house in K-Town called Mandoo. Because of the crowd, we ended up sharing a table with a German tourist and his Spanish girlfriend.
As some of you know, I spent a good part of the late winter and early spring working on Stacy LoAlbo's (of Incogneeto) book of vintage accessories. Several hundred photos, a thousand+ pieces, and a baker's-dozen-or-so sessions later, the book is on track to be published in December.
[disclaimer: I've had a couple of bad, stressful days. So I'm going to vent about something completely irrelevant in general.] ![]() Sadly, Jasper, even Mickey Rooney and David Carradine looked more Asian than you ever will. Even if you put on a conical hat, saffron robes, and insert false buckteeth into your stupid, stupid mouth. So already, I'm irritated, and I have no connection at all of any sort to the show. However, I am curious enough to watch the teaser trailer. I figure that the choreography might be interesting. Given that the original show was reasonably faithful to its martial arts roots, I thought that the movie might at least get some of that right. Excuse me? Wasn't airbending supposed to be based on baguazhang? 'Cos I don't see it at all in this little solo form segment. If anything, it looks like bastardized old-school "Shaolin." Wow. Normally, my Schadenfreude doesn't go beyond a snarky thought or two, but I now really want this movie to fail. I want this movie to bomb so hard that careers are ended. Because it gets so much so wrong so badly. Fuck everyone involved in this movie. 13 synaptic misfires | bang your head
Last winter, we did a shoot at the house for some calendar that hasn't materialized yet. It turns out we had four photographers in the house. I stuck to simple shots against the backdrop with my ringflash.
I didn't take this. I found this on one of the LJ photography communities. I think it's neat. :)
In the summer before I finished 24 Hours Later, I took some time to submit a piece for the TCM Young FilmComposer competition, which was held annually through 2007.
Please stop inquiring about a position that the job posting makes clear that you will not be considered for. Calling me and trying to argue your way into an interview will not impress me. In fact, it may just annoy me. I have many other things to do today besides tell biology, economics, and electrical engineering majors why they're not qualified for a position that explicitly requires a chemistry major.
"A communist is just a fascist without a sense of fashion."
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I grew up in a Chinese restaurant where my mother was waitress/hostess/manager. I spent many days after school and during the summer there, playing outside in the Texas heat on a concrete apron, drinking tons of soda and iced tea, and eating huge amounts of Chinese food made for white people.
I'm tired and stressed. So I'm thinking about this picture: ![]() I've only been to Maine twice, and only once during daylight hours. This was taken with my old point-and-shoot, which had amazingly good optics for a $25 POS. When I shot with film, I preferred Fuji to Kodak because I liked the color saturation more. October, 1996. Cold as a witch's tit. I think I was woken up that morning by a half-frozen FWB slipping into my sleeping bag. She had jumped into this lake the night before as part of a club custom. Ah, college. bang your head |
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