Incubus' new album is due out soon - yay!! They have a preview track available on the site but I can't try it out for now, although I'm sorely tempted to. The IT guys might bust my butt if I do. Hmmm....I might just try it....oh what the hell. I'll be back.
Ok...to be honest, the new song Megalomaniac, isn't really something that knocked me off my feet. It's more of the Morning View style still. I was sincerely hoping they would go back a bit to the S.C.I.E.N.C.E stuff: quirky, heavy, and a bit funky. I mean, they've proven that they can do diffrerent kinds of stuff, and they don't stick to a winning formula. I was taken aback a bit by how their last album sounded compared to others...but as the older stuff, it grew on me, just as I'm sure that I'll do the same with the new album.
People have been talking about Incubus coming over here. I hope it's not another Limp Bizkit or Linkin Park "concert". Yes, I am jaded and bitter over the last two botched shows. Some guy on the Limp Bizkit forum was telling me not to bitch about it. Well, he was rude and I've seen his other posts...he likes to just jump in a conversation and type in a poorly-spelled comment. How would he feel if they annonunced that Korn (seems to be his favorite band) was coming to his place, put up big bilboards about it, and then announce they wouldn't be playing after all? Pissed, I'd like to think.
Having existed exactly 24 years in this little rock called Earth, I'm compelled to write something about that I guess. However, I've accumulated so many observations, thoughts, and what-have-yous over the past week, so I'm not dedicating this obligatory post exclusively to my birthday.
Oops, staff meeting...I'll be back.
Ok, I'm back. It's funny that our staff meeting is like a high school or college lecture...losta noisy students in the background, and the prof is about to have a stroke from the inattentive youngins.. of course, I'm always the quiet one, not necessarily paying attention myself though. Just doodling and scribbling away, making some pathetic attempt at art.
Hoo boy, Iam 24 years old. I feel like a little older, a little wiser, and a little fatter. Wiser because I've learned some of the ropes of being married for a year as well. We celebrated our anniversary/birthdays at the Holiday Inn (formerly the Galleria Suites) at Ortigas. The selection consisted of KFC and Pizza Hut, yummy. Pics can be found here. Anyways, I actually don't have any profound or thought-provoking insights about my birthday. Maybe I should be grateful to the Unseen Force Above for bring alive for another year, so thanks, God :-)
Other that....hmmmmm.... I'm honestly at a loss as to what can be said....
Ok, on to other things. Limp Bizkit's latest album, Results May Vary is definitely growing on me. Now this band is the exception to my preference for generally (pseudo) cerebral rock. I like my rock heavy yet intelligent. Sometimes the Bizkit can be pretty heavy on the testosterone and bling-bling, but somehow, it's something that's OK by me....but I would have crucified Kid Rock for. But they can definitely balance out the tough shit with their more soulful and heartfelt stuff, especially with this album. I can say that they haven't lost their touch. Their new guy Mike Smith is great with the guitars. He's nicely filled in the vacuum left by ol' Wes. His style is awesome because he can provide the essential crunch to the Limp's sound, but it's all original....and Mike's pretty sweet with his acoustic work too. Basically, he's not trying to be a clone of Wes Borland, which is a good thing. Don't get me wrong though, Wes is a great musician in his own right, and his riffs has most definitely define the Bizkit sound during his time. I'll miss him, his guitar work helped establish the band as a landmark in rap-metal...before all the other cookie cutter acts came along (Hi Papa Roach!). I mean, Wes' stuff contributed to Limp's greatest songs (oops, I nearly typed the word "hits" instead, which is cheesy and cliche ). By the way, is it just me, or has John Otto become more of a kickass drummer?? Geez, is that double bass I hear? Sweet...although I dunno for sure since I don't play the drums.
This band can churn out stadium/arena songs that you can slam to, but also stuff you can wave your lighter to, all in one album. My only gripe is that they put a lot more acoustic/sensitive songs than the moshpit ones, not to mention less of DJ lethal's turntables . But that's just me nitpicking. Which reminds me, they were supposed to come here, but cancelled a couple of days before the scheduled date. Leche, sayang talaga. Eh kung si Mandy Moore nga hindi natakot pumunta dito...di makabasag pinggan istura non. Sila Fred Mukhang bandido!!! Haaaay...
Movie Review: Black Rain. I've just read Roger Ebert's review of this movie. I'm crushed because he only gave it 2 out of 4, which makes it pretty much in the middle....or mediocre. I greatly respect Ebert's views on cinema, being an established movie critic. He's witty, insightful, and often funny. In this case, however, I beg to disagree; I immensly enjoyed the film. I have a thing for international oriental thrillers. It's all about East-meets-West, baby. There's just something about how a Gaijin sees Japan, either finding it as totally alien, or those types that have adapted to the culture so much so that they're practically a native (the thought of a stereotypical blonde, blue-eyed caucasian muttering prefect Japanese has always allured me).
Director Ridley Scott (Blade Runner, Gladiator, Black Hawk Down) did a very good job with this one....although I have to agree with Ebert on the movie's excessively dark tone. I've never been to Japan, but I know there's more to it than seedy, poorly lit alleys illuminated with neon signs. I would have liked more daytime scenes to show the splendor of the country's beautiful landscapes. The theme of the movie is very tasteful to me: the inner workings of the feared Yakuza. Ain't that cool? Just like the Italian Mafia, they also have their own set of rules, even if they live outside of the law. What also struck me is a particular scene where an Oyabun (Yakuza boss) expresses his distaste for westerners by recounting his post-World War II boyhood experiences:
***OK, I've been searching Google for the final script for this movie, but all I've found on the web so far is the draft, not the final version. The piece of dialogue I was gonna quote is missing. The Oyabun recounts how his family came out of hiding after the atomic bombs fell (*note: this is not a quote verbatim - - this is as best as I could remember it. If anyone has a copy of the dialogue, let me know):
"We hid underground for three days...when we came up, it started to rain...it was black rain. " (hence the title)
This is a chilling statement; it gives the movie a historical anchor. You can see the shades of the past with words like these.
It was also good that there were no subtitles for the initial scenes where the Japanese characters were speaking to each other. It makes you see the action from Nick's (Michael Douglas) point of view: a Gaijin uninitiated to his foreign co-workers' and nemesis' behavior. This subtle touch helps the viewer empathize with the Americans' predicament, struggling to get a crime solved while getting around the language barrier...and this also adds to Black Rain's exotic feel. In the end, we finally see why these strange slant-eyed men are killing each other during the final sequence, where the Japanese dialogue is translated. Very cool indeed.
Aside from the onset of rain, it's images like this that make me feel I'm somewhere else...at least my mind is (lost in the clouds). I took these pictures from the top of the water tank at our backyard. There's this strange mix of elation, sadness, beauty, and longing that stirs inside of me when I see the sunset. The whole thing is such a dark, dual metaphor for me. It might mean that as the darkness looms, hope is lost (but in a pretty and colorful way)...or maybe it means that you can retire for the day and get some well-earned rest.
This is weird, but maybe a significant portion of my past life was spent outdoors and/or in close proximity to the sun...maybe that's why I have a such an affinity for that fiery heavenly body.
Same thing with the moon too...
Ho Ho Ho Ho
I'm getting with the program and changing my pic to something more Christmassy...Star Wars pa rin ang theme, heheh.
Oh boy, what am I gonna get my wife for her birthday, which is 3 days away (followed by our wedding anniversary on the 6th)? Hmmmm...the Finding Nemo VCD I saw at the mall looks like a winner. I'm already short on cash so that's a good option. I need to pass by the mall today to get it, coz I need to take care of a few things starting tomorrow. That's all for now...
The sketch (for the way to the church) was incomplete...I mistakenly printed out only about half of it. So we were partially flying blind, but thankfully we didn't get lost and made it on time. The rituals finished at about 12pm and we headed over to Erwin's house for some good old grub. The selection was excellent; in no particular order:
-Beef and Mushroom with Broccoli
-Leche Flan (always my favorite)
A lot of other company employees from other accounts showed up as well. I knew most of them from my earlier months at work. They're fun to be with -- they asked me if a certain co-worker of mine (and their former co-worker in the past) was promoted to a higher position. 'Hindi noh', I replied. I added in fact, he's in trouble for pulling some boo-boo. I wonder how that news came around? I have nothing against the guy honestly. He's a nice and friendly guy, but sometimes he's too chummy with people that he just recently met. He acts like he's already close to folks, including me. It makes me feel uncomfortable watching him talk and act around other people in a familiar way. I feel bad when his behavior annoys the hell out of me, but I can't help it.
Moving on, I had a small glass of Fundador and a smoke after our hefty meal. It was great. Going home was not. EDSA was packed with cars almost every step of the way (Christmas shoppers? thankfully we're done buying gifts), not to mention the buses weaving haphazardly along the road. Those moronic mammoths just cut your lane anytime they please, but when we civilians use their designated PUV lane, the boys in blue bust us. WTF is up with that?? It didn't help that I had a heavy spell of sleepiness on the road either. I was literally slapping myself to stay awake (and in one piece).
All in all though, it was a great day. I'm at the office now, cleaning up some customer emails sent over the weekend. I forgot to go online while answering a couple of them, hopefully that'll count in my stats still. On another note, I've taken only five calls as of this writing -- still slow at present.
I know Kung-Fu
So many things to write down, so little brain cells, heheh. My mind's still trying to digest Matrix: Revolutions...it was a great movie, but like Reloaded, it doesn't have the same emotional pull or dark sleekness of the first. Technically, the third one is a great acheivement. There are a lot of great special effects action sequences, and a lot of nicely done CGI going on. The trick with doing this kind of stuff is to balance it out with an intelligible plot and dialogue so that the action scenes don't dumb down the movie.
It was great to finally see the whole thing come to a resolution...well, almost anyway. It was pretty much an open-ended kinda thing though; but at least the Watchowskis didn't settle for a crowd-pleasing ending. I was honestly expecting and hoping that the machine empire would come to a screeching halt, with the big explosions and all. I was picturing that Neo would just wave his hand and the calamari, spider-like thingies, and other assorted things that go 'clang' in the night would go KA-BOOM! But no, peace with the machines? That was a great way to end things....leaves plenty of room for spin-offs movies, comics books, and another volume of Anime revolving around the truce between man and machine. I guess that Keanu doesn't have to get a day job just yet.
Change topic: I happened upon a copy of Wayne's World on sale at the mall. It's a nice non-pirated 2 CD set that I got along with another VCD I bought for my Dad. The first time I saw the movie, I was barely in my teens watching it with my long-time friend and next-door neighbor. It contributed greatly to my love of rock and roll. Honestly, who else but Wayne and Garth can come up with "Schhhwiiing!" (or maybe it was the scriptwriters)?
It's funny, because now that I watched it again with my wife, I realized that I've come a long way since i last saw this movie. With my hand on her tummy, feeling the baby kicking, I remember the old days when I didn't care about anything but myself. It's so much different now...all the years that went by...so many changes.
Anyways, Wayne's World is a cornerstone in our civlization's culture. For a review of this movie, click here.
This whole post is an exercise in futility (aside from a means of venting my fuming soul), but I'll carry on to bitch and moan anyways...this is my blog, dammit. To that person who cut me in line and incurred my wrath: I wish a thousand curses upon your pathetic and socially inept ass that lacks breeding and proper ettiquette. Death is to good for you, sir. May you suffer a terrible accident on the way to whatever hole in the wall that you call a home. This is way too much for something as fickle as this, but still...I was wronged. I'll be praying that you run into the worst luck you will ever experience in your worthless life.
Zzzzz....* wha? What happened? I had the most bizzarre dream. I was really angry at someone and...oh well. That's now just a dull ache in the back of my head - I wonder what that was all about.
It was rainy these past few days. Looking at the gray sky, I felt something stir inside of me. Right before the onset of rain, I looked at the clouds...there they were, fat with anticipation, hanging over the rest of humanity. The air was cold and harsh, promising nothing but bare solitude stretching into infinity. The horizon looks bleak and dull, but this shade of sadness was beautiful in its own way. Like Black Sabbath's music, it was darkness without pain. These are the words/feelings that come to mind when I was staring into this sweet oblivion: sublime, subdued, somber, melancholy, poignant.
It's moments like these that I wish I could freeze in time and put away -- so I can experience it over and over, until my being has satisfied its appetite for the abstract, intangible things in this plane of existence. As what was once said, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I've been putting this off for some time now, but the gloves gotta come off...at least here in the comfortable anonymity of cyberspace. Well, not so anonymous to my co-workers and to the coven of bloggers. Anyway, this person has a penchant for sarcasm, you know? It's as if he thinks he's better than everyone else, including this job. Well, why don't you quit for fuck's sake? I mean, rather than jumping at every chance of mumbling some half-assed, feeble attempt at wittiness, just shut the hell up aight?
I'm musing myself when I think I'm still nice by not naming any names here. Whatever it is, this post was inevitable. He doesn't even have an inkling of what an asshole he is. He's oblivious to the fact that his self-important tirade on other people's comments is not amusing to a LOT of people. Harumphhhh.....I dedicate this chorus to him ("Full Nelson" by Limp Bizkit):
but when it takes place and you wanna talk shit then step your ass up
and say right to my face you'll get knocked the fuck out
'cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Articulate, is this not? That's all for today.
Daijobu Desu Ka??
It was a long day yesterday...I was alone again on the morning shift but fortunately some fellow reps were kind enough to go on OT. It was ok until about 10am when I was alone and the calls started coming in. There was a time that I was on a call, and there were two more waiting in queue. I wanted to say out loud: "I only have one body, dammit! Go to sleep people!". I don't blame anyone if they get sick and don't take it against them if they can't make it, it's just that recently it happens to be me that's left alone on A shift more often than not. It gets to you, ya know?? Whew - I needed that.
Moving on, I barely have enough moolah to cover the upcoming delivery. I just put together our savings from various sources, namely:
a. Salary Loan
b. Uncle's wedding gift (CASH)
c. X-Mas bonus...I hope.
This is really eating away at my peace of mind. Well, I hope my dad helps me out with this, and my loving Aunt is willing to do so too. I was watching "8 simple Rules" last night and it occured to me that if I have daughters, I'm gonna have to go through the same thing as well. It's at this point in my life that I appreciate what a parent does for their children....because I'm about to be one myself. To be honest, it scares me out of my wits when I think about the challenge of Parenthood. At this time, I'm just praying I don't screw up my kid in any sort of psychological way. Thanks to my folks, I turned out pretty OK (and I use the term "OK" loosely).
I'm applying for the APAC opening as well....this is the 3rd time I've done so, and I hope that they pick me. I really need the daytime schedule because my wife is almost due, and so that I can take care of the baby. Also, I plan to take advanced Japanese language classes to enhance my language ability,and I need to get out of work early. Who knows, maybe I can do Japanese support for Macromedia too...the bigger pay wouldn't hurt either, heheh :)
Up, up and away
We finally had another ultrasound session for the baby yesterday. The doctor wouldn't allow another one too soon, but she gave the go signal during our scheduled check-up.
It was awesome - I'm still getting my mind around the fact that my wife has a little human being inside of her. The images on the screen resembled a dark place with light filtering into it, revealing the baby against the rays seeping in. I didn't know it could show his bones too; I could even see his little heart beating. I felt like Superman with X-ray vision. We had a look at him last September and the nurse says it's a boy but she wasn't 100% sure because they couldn't get a good look with the baby turned away. Well, it was the same yesterday since the baby had his legs closed. She got a glimpse for about a few seconds, but he was moving back and forth. Not that it matters if the baby's a boy or a girl, but it's maddening when you don't know for sure...the suspense is really something. This entry can't really do our experience justice, but any parent could tell you the same thing, about what it feels like.
Ever since I started this blog, I've made more of a conscious effort to make mental notes of my thoughts so I can tuck them away when I get the chance to get online and post here. Sometimes it's frustrating when I forget what I want to say when I'm here at blogger.com. So now when I get a revelation, make an astute observation, or just have nonsense I'd like to immortalize on the web, my brain goes into recorder mode and makes neural post-its.
Anyways, it was great to get a long overdue dose of sweet Rock last night. Paul (from tech support) was kind enough to lend me his Red Hot Chili Peppers DVD. It's concert footage - it was already late so I wasn't able to see all of it. I zipped right to the songs I knew. For some time now, I thought I was too old for Rock...it seems like I lost interest in the heavy stuff. Hahah, guess not. I don't really follow the new stuff right now, it's like I stopped updating myself after college. It was a great rush seeing them jump and jam on stage. Anthony Kiedis really knows his shit. He has a way with words, and the way his verses and words gel together is simply wicked. The DVD had subtitles for the lyrics, so I caught every crazy word. Sometimes it seems like he's not making any sense, but he says it so gosh-darn well, ah-hyuk (invoking a goofy voice:P). I didn't realize after all this time, that I miss this kind of stuff :-)
To point the topic compass in the other direction, I'm contemplating on what a doozy remorse can be. It's funny how you can get carried away with your emotions and up end doing something you'll regret. In some cases, you can undo it, but sometimes you can't. Too bad life doesn't come with a reset or rewind button. Oops, I'm late for work - *click* - rewind to the past, and wake up earlier. Hahah, dream on I suppose.
He says, "Pimp Juice is anything [that] attract[s] the opposite sex ...It could be money, fame or straight intellect; it don't matter! Pimp Juice is color blind; you find it works on all colors, creeds and kinds, from ages 50 right down to nine." Uh-huh, sure. Well, when I last checked, Pimp is a guy peddling flesh out on the street (http://www.m-w.com):
Etymology: origin unknown
: a man who solicits clients for a prostitute
Was Nelly the brains behind this concept? This will really help African-Americans eliminate the notion that the majority of them are gang-bangers and lowlives. After this all of this dies down, I just hope Nelly won't whine about how other people stereotype Blacks as criminally inclined. Not after this s**t that he pulled, and his songs. This testoterone junk is just way too cliche for me.
Look at me, blah, blah, blah, I'm important, listen to me whine, blah, blah
Boy, it's been quite a day. It's been pretty sedate towards the end of today's shift, but I got off to an exciting start early this morning. I got an assortment of irate callers, and one of them even swore at me. I can handle an upset customer, but when they start cussing, it's hard for me to keep cool. Come on, how can you have a decent conversation (with someone you don't know, let alone see), who hurls a 'f*** you' at you? Just because you're the customer doesn't give you the right treat other people like crap.
Ever since I became a CSR, I've become a much nicer customer myself. Not that I was inclined to start a verbal skirmish with other people giving me customer service in the past. It's just that I'm more sympathetic of where they're coming from. Of course, there's no excuse for lousy and/or rude service, and that deserves the appropriate hostile reaction.
In other unrelated human events that I came across on the web, rapper Nelly was boycotted recently. He's currently promoting his new health drink Pimp Juice across the U.S. and some people/organiztions took offense at the name. They're pulling it off the shelves at some stores as a result of the outrage his drink sparked. Honestly, who names their drink Pimp-freakin'-Juice??? (in a Dr. Evil voice...) What is up with these guys anyway? There's more to life than Bling-bling, money, cars, and bitches.
Anyways, I'm outta here, just as soon as I'm done with the shift update....
Well whaddaya know? I was going over some emails from the T3 folks, and they were talking about a customer's vile and venomous feedback (with the inclusion of certain expletives) that went straight to the top. To my horror, it turns out I spoke to the guy. Hot damn! It was a good thing that I followed procedure (and have notes to back it up), so I'm in the clear even if the customer raises hell about the issue. The email was dated back in Oct. 29, so if T3 was gonna ping me about this, they would have done it already.... *sigh of sincere relief*
I don't want to use this blog as a venue for griping and moaning (not too much anyway), although I guess I have the right to. On
the way to work today, amidst the backdrop of the rising sun, I was thinking about starting the week by counting my blessings. I'm dead sure my work-related close call is probably one of those things to be thankful for. Heck, I'm greatful I have a job too - and at a nice account at that. Yeah, this job does have its exhausting moments: the mounting call queue, the occasional angry (and oafish) caller, etc. But still, considering that other people are breaking their backs carrying a heavy load under the scorching sun for barely half of what we earn, I'm still very lucky.
The previous company where I worked at wasn't too great to put it nicely. It was a total lack of communication from the client; I felt like they didn't care what happened over here, just as long as we could somehow knock down the 50-100+ queue (this is not a typo). The client base was mostly a bunch of homeowners who weren't too good with a computer. And the workflow....it was a total mess. We were one of two call centers for the client, and the other one was based in India. This agent would promise the customer a refund, and I get to be the object of her fury and wrath when I deliver the news that she isn't getting one. I mean, there was no way I could get in touch with that other agent, so I was pretty much in deep ca-ca.
So given that, I felt a sense of relief that my current account is light years ahead in terms of well, everything. Chalk that up to another good thing.
Ah lunch....it's time to have some of the packed lunch my wife made for me (very) early this morning.
That's all for today...whopee-de-doo :-)
Baby steps :-)
I think I screwed up my template code so anything i post is inevitably screwed up as well. Oh well....it's time to consult Webmonkey for more help...
Ramblings for today
I was down at the nearby mall across the office to get some pre-natal vitamins for my wife. I'm a bit short on cash these days (payday seems so far away), so I didn't get the whole quantity specified in the prescription, which was 30 tablets, or 1 bottle. I opted to get enough for two weeks, or 14 tablets for now, until payday comes around. Well, what they do is open a new pack and put the individual tablets into a separate plastic container. Looking at the smooth, pink tablets, it had no markings or any indication of what they were. Unlike Biogesic and other stuff, you'd know what it was, based on the engraved characters. I felt uneasy because I might be carrying tablets that would make you grow an extra arm, for all I knew. So I went back to the saleslady and took a look at the bottle where she got the stuff from, just to make sure that what I had bought was the same as in the pack. I wasn't about to go home and let my wife drink stuff that I wasn't sure of what it would do to her, or to our unborn child.
Fatherhood. It feels something like what one of the WWII soldiers might have felt just before they stepped off the boat and into the unknown. That, and a bit like what I felt minutes before singing during my birthday party last year. It's essentially a mix of elation and anxiety. The anticipation is already builidng up to a crescendo-- what am I going to do when the moment comes, and I need to shed all childish thoughts? The chorus from Incubus' "Nowhere Fast" seems so fitting:
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, would I even care?
That verse right there is my feelings in a nutshell. It was a coming-of-age kinda thing for me in college, but now it's still appropriate, entering a new chapter in my life and all that. What I mean is that I'm heavily anticipating something big that's about to change my existence in this world, and I don't know what to do with these overwhelming feelings, rushing in a torrent of intensity.
On another note, it's been really dangerous crossing the street (by the place where I work) ever since they re-routed it into a one-way road. The cars move along real fast, and it doesn't help when there's no traffic enforcer to let us poor pedestrians cross. It's every man for himself basically. Oh sure, there's a pedestrian lane, but without someone to manage the traffic over there, it nothing more than a slab of paint on the street. I was crossing the street on the way to the mall, and this guy was nearly run over by a rampaging van. He was like, inches away from serious injury. It was a good thing the damn Starex came to a screeching halt just in the nick of time.
So HTML isn't that hieroglyphic as I thought it would be, but the surface has just been scratched of this behemoth of a language. Ever since I stumbled across the secret society of Bloggers here at work, it's like being a fledgling of a vampire coven. Making your bones (proving your worth) isn't done by draining hapless bystanders of their blood, but by learning this mysterious new language. After peeling away another layer and uncovering this facet of existence, it's all a matter of relearing how to express oneself in a new cryptic language. It reminds me of when I was learning Japanese in college. The process of discovery is part of the fun. Before it was like, "holy crap! I can ask what time it is in Japanese!". Right now it's "holy crap! I can put page breaks and color in my text!"
Anyways, I'm already veering off from the true topic at hand. The whole point of today's idle rambling is about none other than the recently elected Governor, Ah-nold Schwarkdjhsack$%$@!*.... (sorry, I keep forgetting how to spell it, and too lazy to remember for good). What can I say? The third Terminator flick was pretty badass. It didn't have the emotional pull of T2, but it still had a lot of the elements essential to be a worthy part of the franchise: unwitting civilians, great action sequences, great visual effects, and of course, Arnold asking grown men to take their clothes off ("ah need yoh clothes, yoh boots, and yoh motah-cycle...."). Given that I like T3, I still think T2 was a few notches above the rest of the trilogy. I've had the pleasure of seeing the latest one twice (at the mall and at home--pirated DVD of course), and it was more of the same old, same old kinda stuff. It did help give a sense of closure to the whole storyline though. It was a nice twist to know that judgment day actually happens, and we're left to imagine what John Connor goes through for the next decades to come. And what's up with the shades?? Is the Terminator programmed to choose a specific type of cool-looking sunglasses? He doesn't use the crappy ones.....Back in the first movie, he had those big 80's-stlye Ray Ban shades, hehe. I guess it's an inside joke more than anything else.
Come to think of it, Terminator and Matrix are both based the same premise: Man-versus-machine-set-in-a-post-apocalyptic-future. But Arnold does time-travel while Keanu is into VR. Is this Geeky or what??? I'm still learning to stretch my wings in this vast new universe, so I need to consult with the master Webmonkey (who's taken me under his care)...
If one band would sum up my philosophy on generally anything and everything, it would probably be this band. Their music is like Gandhi's passive resistance -- it's heavy, wickedly awesome, yet non-threatening...none of that testosterone rock : like Kid Rock (American Badass? more like American Dumbass), or Disturbed ("Oooo wacaca!! Arf Arf!!"...'nuff said.)
In the deepest depths of my existence, I hope that Incubus is not another manufactured band. They have this relaxed-yet-passionate aura that radiates from each song they play...even the weird ones. You don't have to be pissed off all the time to make good rock. Granted that rock is naturally aggressive in many ways, there are some bands out there that just seems to be pre-packaged for the demographic of seething adolescents. I personally believe it's about the music, not screaming your head off every chance you get.
It's all about breaking the mold without selling out. Some people claim they (Incubus) did just that when Morning View came out. The funky-heavy-weird-in-cool-sort-of-way sounds of their previous efforts (including S.C.I.E.N.C.E and Make Yourself) has given way to their latest alternatively-themed release. Well, reinventing yourself doesn't count as selling out to me. I still think they've stayed true to form, in terms of experimentation and the drive to try something new. Rather than choose the safe path and stick to a formula that works, they've gone ahead and zipped past the now played-out genre that is ...Rap Metal (it was good while it lasted I guess)...
More on this tomorrow - I need to shake myself from these heavy chains of procrastination and make myself useful....
The Chicken Theory
ok, where to begin?....
ah yes, why don't we start with a conspiracy theory that's been brewing in my head for the longest time now. It's about the connection of the Matrix to KFC (Warning: Geek stuff ahead).
Yes, that's right, as in the chicken place. Well, if you've watched Reloaded, Neo meets this guy called the Architect who's supposedly the creator of the Martix. Well, this fellow (spewing all sorts of techno-babble about fate and ramblings on the destiny of the entire human race) looks suprsingly similar to Col. Sanders, the patron saint of our beloved fried chicken.
I then remebered Mouse (the skinny dude who died from the first movie) telling Neo that everything tastes like chicken. Allow me to refresh y'all with this scene:
Mouse (to Neo): You know what it really reminds me of? Tasty Wheat. Did you ever eat Tasty Wheat?
Switch : No, but technically, neither did you.
Mouse : That's exactly my point. Exactly. Because you have to wonder now, how did the machines really know what Tasty Wheat tasted like, huh? Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what I think Tasty Wheat tasted like actually tasted like, uh..oatmeal, or tuna fish. That makes you wonder about a lot of things. You take chicken for example, maybe they couldn't figure out what to make chicken taste like, which is why chicken tastes like everything. Maybe they couldn't...
Apoc : Shut up, Mouse.
So there. If you're following this twisted line of thought, I conclude that KFC is yet another form of control within the Matrix. I can't really fully elaborate on the details of this diabolical scheme for now, I'll be doing some more thought first.