Monday, December 9, 2002

Well, that wasn't so bad. He was very nice, and we talked about art. It's scary how much I inherited from him, though.

Never thought to ask him how his family's doing. Oh well. It was a fun meeting, ad he's a better person to know than he used to be, but I still don't think I'll ever think of him as my father, except in the strictly biological sense.

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Bought the whole CCS second season anime from my friend Jon, and a few episodes of the first season, too. Spent the whole weekend watching it. It was like eating 5 packs of cotton candy at one sitting. (Which, by the way, I also have done. Don't try it. It's rather like the way I imagine being on uppers would feel.) Review forthcoming, but as of now I have to get to Japanese class. Ja!

Death kindly stopped at 08:33 a.m..

Tuesday, December 3, 2002

last song syndrome: a sorta fairytale - tori amos

Whew! Long time no blog. It's been an unexpectedly busy week and a half. So get ready for a long entry. The Week In Review:

Culture...if you can call it that. Took in a couple of movies. Sweet Home Alabama was a bit insipid, but I loved all the supporting characters. Die Another Day is now my favorite Pierce Brosnan Bond movie, although that's not saying much.... Still, the opening was my favorite Bond movie OP of all time.

Caught up on my reading: White Oleander and Shanghai Baby, the darlings of the literature critics, made surprisingly boring reads, for all their finding-oneself melodrama. Maybe because of it. The first book read like a Hallmark movie, and the second should have been called Shanghai Brat--it was a Mary Sue if ever I read one. A Mary Sue! On the critics' Best list! WTF? Luckily, my uncle played angel and got me The Lord of the Rings: The Making of the Movie Trilogy. *.* My recommendation? GET THIS BOOK. NOW. Especially if you know anything about working on a film at all.

You Know You Live In The Philippines When: The Transporter hasn't even come out yet, and some driver has pirated the title logo to decorate his jeepney. -_-

Cross-Genre Moment: CSI, Monday before last. Grisham (is that his name?) rolls down his car window to greet SkinnyMonk!Mark Dacascos. And he says "Kill the Buddha as you meet him." Saiyuki! Whee!!!

My Actual Life. My Bishie Uncle # 2 was in town last weekend!!! He flew in to surprise us! I was velly happy to see him. Had a great weekend with him; my Bishie Uncles are my favorite people in the whole world.

The less-than-highlight of the weekend, though, was when another uncle (Joel Torre - ohohoho!) put me on the phone with someone I haven't been in touch with for ages.

My biological father.

For those who I haven't actually met: my mother had a brief fling with Dwight and I am the result of her not using a condom for the first and only time. I'm serious. Don't leave off the condom even once. Anyway, Dwight has always been of a roantic (read: delusional) turn of mind and loves to envision the moment where he steps into my life and I call him "Dad" with absolute sincerity. Fat chance. But I couldn't wiggle out of it this time, not with Tito Joel being so nice, so we are meeting today. At 1 pm. In an internet cafe, so that if he decides to skip out again, I can get some actual work done instead of having to sit on my ass for three hours before he calls to apologize.

Mind you, I dealt with him better at the age of 7 than at 12. In a Misty Eyed Moment he called me and quaveringly confessed, "Don't you know me? I'm your father!" To which Baby Pere replied with admirable sangfroid: "You must be crazy. My father's dead."

XD

Anyway, REAL updates: not many this week. New YOWIE! strip up. Part 2 of the X Special! This one is dedicated to all my friends who shared Good Omens with me, but especially to Andrael who inspired the idea of Clergyman!Subaru.

Presenting! The League of Extraordinarily Pretty Greek Boys, preliminary design. Will follow it up with more designs as an explanation. You all know whose fault this is.

Death kindly stopped at 11:27 p.m..

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

My cousin just told me he needs me to draw a bunch of primitive Pinoys doing social, cultural, political and economic things. "Just a few of each," he texts breezily. When do you want this? "Oh, by Thursday." You want them by Thursday, or you present on Thursday? (I know him, see.) "Oh, I'm presenting. Give them to me early so I can make transparencies tomorrow, okay?"

Which means I have to have them done by Wednesday MORNING, because I'm going to Japanese class and he'll be gone by then. GAAAAAAAAAH. Not only that, but I'm apparently doing all the research, as he didn't have the foresight to hitch a ride with someone and go rootle for info himself. So he's sitting on his ass at home while I do all the work.

I am strongly tempted to bail on him, to use the droll teenage term, but his mother will give me hell if I don't. Which is probably why her son is already a college sophomore and still can't do his own fucking reports.

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I also had a childhood experience I didn't get to experience in my actual childhood, because I didn't know how to bike till I was thirteen. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I crashed on (or off) my other cousin's bike and acquired myself what Terry Pratchett calls a Seriously-Grazed-Knee.

Thank God I got it over the weekend, because I'm such a wuss. It's just a scrape, but you should have seen me limping round the house as if on an invisible cast.

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Updated: Another YOWIE! strip on B & G. It's part 1 of the X special! Enjoy.

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Saw Chamber of Secrets! Was quite pleased. I liked it a lot better than Sorcerer's Stone. Much more action-filmy, and less like a bunch of scenes pasted together. It turned into Eight Legged Freaks somewhere in the middle, though, although Aragog and the others weren't as big as they should have been. CoS being a kid's movie, I expect. Go read Andrael's funny mini-review.

To any Bacolod people who might by some freak chance be reading this: A GP rating DOES NOT mean you can bring SUCKLING BABIES and toddling brats into the cinema! You expect a toddler to sit still for three hours? You expect a baby to sleep though the Whomping Willow scene? Get the fuck out. Thank you and goodnight.

Death kindly stopped at 03:01 a.m..

Monday, November 18, 2002

last song syndrome: plush - stone temple pilots
...which was immediately followed by freshmen - the verve, throwing me into full-blown High School Flashback Mode. *shakes head to clear it*

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From Neil Gaiman's blog:

"Some of you have encouraged me to switch to a Mac...I have known Macs to go wrong in strange and interesting ways that PCs are still struggling for."

See? I'm not the only one.

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Updates! This week's YOWIE! strip up onB & G. Be warned; it's a bit graphic. Next week: the X special, part 1! I blame all those people out there blogging about X. *coughlashtalandandraelcough*

Saki, thanks for the compliment. I stopped by your site...I missed Stevie and Alex. ^_^

Death kindly stopped at 01:36 a.m..

Friday, November 15, 2002

last song syndrome: akai kutsu no sunday - DoCo

Weird moment of the day: You know you read too much Poppy when you see a sign saying "Farm fresh mushrooms inside" and the first word that pops into your head is "psilocybin".

Death kindly stopped at 09:01 a.m..

Saturday, May 2, 1998

Watched Red Dragon yesterday.

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THAT WAS FUCKING BRILLIANT!!! I have a new favorite movie. It TOTALLY made up for Hannibal, IMO. Boy, what a movie. *_* Gore, drama, and a fantastically designed centerpiece. I want that journal SO much.

Went on a Google, looking for whoever made the thing, and discovered en route that Alan Rickman used to be a graphic designer. Oooooo. Is that amazing, or what?

Never found out who did do the book, and I missed it in the credits because we had to leave as soon as the movie was done. Oh well. Maybe when the DVD comes out, it'll have something.

Death kindly stopped at 12:06 a.m..

Monday, November 11, 2002

now playing: 4th avenue cafe - l'arc en ciel

Jane-chan, look! My friend sent this pic from YaoiCon. A bunch of Americans cosplayed as a visual band! XD And they're actually cute!

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What I've been doing in the past week:

New layout, yay! Tsuzuki and Hisoka from Yami no Matsuei. I wanted it to be Muraki x Tsuzuki, but I couldn't find a good enough pic. What I REALLY want to do is Souryuu x Tsuzuki. Oh hey, that reminds me! I drew a fanart of them! Check it out on the sketches page on Haya.

Souryuu is my favorite Yami chara. Him and Touda, but Touda's everybody's favorite. Plus, when do you see a seme THAT hot who's also such a My Home Papa? *squee*

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Adventures in Tekken 4, or, The Game With Jin's Cool Outfit And Hwoarang's Cute Hair

Many people who play Tekken like to use Jin's drop kick. Some use it because it's powerful. Some use it because it's far-ranging. I'm the only one I know who uses it because Jin looks so cute peeking at the damage he's done. ^-^

I'm a HORRIBLE gamer. I play with the PS2 on Mindless Idiot setting and I still get whipped in the last few stages. This is because I'm much less interested in actually playing than in ogling my fighters. Hwoarang's long legs, Jin's pretty eyes and yummy lips, Lee's smooth shiny pale hair...sigh.

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New YOWIE! I should really do a regular day for these things, but I don't have Internet connex at home and the one at my grandfather's office is shaky at best. Not to mention the scanning problems. Sigh. I want DSL. Or at least a scanner.

. . . And finally. . .

Just last Saturday, my friend tricked me into watching a Tagalog movie. Not just any Tagalog movie. It was called Kailangan Kita, and it starred--drumroll please--Aga Muhlach and Claudine Barretto.

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH.

Did you ever watch "Being John Malkovitch"? You know the bit where he goes into his own head and everybody there talks like "Malkovitch malkovitch. Malkovitch..." Well, it was like that. I just sat there horrified as Aga, Claudine, et al. went "Stupid stupid stupid. Filipino! Filipino! Stupid stupid...oh, stupid. Filipino! Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid...(cry)"

To keep myself halfway sane, and to punish my friend, I started narrating every scene to her in Judith Krantz style, starting with "The soft light of the parol left a golden glow on Lena's porcelain face. She moved with a deerlike grace as she served the coconut milk and chili peppers. Carl was suddenly struck by her fragile beauty..." And as the movie degenerated, so did I.

Really, it's been so long since I'd seen a movie that bad. And it wasn't as much fun doing the Mystery Romance Theater thing by myself.

I miss my Manila friends...hey guys, write me naman! I'm going nuts here!!!

Death kindly stopped at 01:38 p.m..