March 2006

“You… you have no idea what is upon us now!”

May is going to be such a great month! The trailer for X-Men: The Last Stand is finally out, and it looks like it’s going to be a worthy end to a great trilogy!

It has got all of the great actors whom we already know from X-Men and X2 (Patrick Stewart O.B.E., Hugh Jackman, Ian McKellen, Halle Berry, Famke Janssen, et al.) and it has excellent new actors, the most noteworthy in my opinion being Ben Foster (as Angel), who some of you might know out of HBO’s hit series Six Feet Under, and young actor Cameron Bright (as Leech) who I particularly liked in Stargate SG1‘s season 9, but who was also great in the movie Birth.

“Who do you stand with?” – Magneto

The special effects look fantastic, the music (at least in the trailer) is splendid and the story seems, although exactly as one may have expected, interesting and quite complex: The tension between humanity and mutants gets out of control when a pharmaceutical company succeeds in creating a “cure” to suppress the mutant genes. While Magneto and his army prepare war against humanity, Professor X, having always tried to prevent an apocalypse-like downfall of humanity, fights for the humans. Xavier and his fellow mutants see themselves and the world confronted to a merciless war and “fury nobody has ever witnessed” (sic Magneto). What makes things even worse is the fact that Phoenix, who died in X2, rises from the dead as Dark Phoenix and joins forces with Magneto, making an already invincible army even stronger.

Check out the trailer at

Spam is cool

My Dearest One

I think your dearest one isn’t here at the moment, but do not try again later please.

I am a young girl of 23 years old , by name Miss Glory Beti. the Daughter of late of Dr Festus Neto. Beti. (…) who died (…) in September 11th 2001 at the World Trade Center in New York City USA. (…)

You poor thing…

Although I lost my Mother when she was putting birth to my younger brother who later died in the hospital with my mother fourtheen years ago in London United Kindom.

I actually died of laughter when I read this. ;)

Presently I am in Abidjan Cote d’Ivoire, where I am in a Refugee Camp where I decided to contact you as to assist me in transfering the sum of money my father left in a suspended account with this Financial Bank here in Abidjan. The amount is $8,000.000.00; 80% will be for investment, 17% will be for your kind help while 3% will be for any necessary expenses that may be incured. (…)

Your English is horrible! Now give me that f*cking money and leave me alone!

In addition I humbly solicit for your kindly assistance to help me in investing this money into a good and profitable business, (…) to help me to invest the the money into a business that will balance or give at least 100% profit in two years(…)

Wow! You’ll need 200% of luck to succeed…

Yours ever, Miss Glory Beti.

Yours never, someone

Human being à la Thierry

(This is a poem I wrote for a course at university, the assignment having been to write a poem about ourselves.)

Tip several decades of life into a baking pan,
Put in 250 grams of passion for writing prose and poetry,
A pinch of inclination towards photography,
And a deciliter of interest in design, branding and film editing.
Add two level teaspoonfuls of interest in quantum mechanics
And a broad musical taste with a preference for rock.
Don’t forget tolerance, anarchism and the wish to travel the world,
Then bake it for nine months at 37 degrees and serve it to the world.


I could have studied art and design amongst happiness
When the sun had become a ring and earth a tattoo.
I could have learned to think outside the box amidst creativity
When the fall had become spring and winter an omitted season.

It is alright though they say, having lost what I wished for the most:
To be the colour on the brush painting an impressive scenery,
To be the inspiration in the heart imbuing the whole studio,
To be the blood streaming out of the body (not) in pain.

I could have anticipated the destinies to come amongst fervour
When the sun had exploded and earth been ablaze.
I could have aimed at the originality amidst skilful artists
When nights were painted and days the sample board.

It is alright though they say.

The Google subculture

It seems as if Google is on its way to become the new subculture. Most of you have already surfed through Google Video or at least heard of it I guess. There probably are hundreds if not thousands of videos nobody in the world would ever watch voluntarily, but (and that kind of surprised me) there are also some funny clips among them. Already talked about on Federico’s blog some time ago, Pomme & Kelly – two 15 year old Dutch girls posting lip synched music clips – are probably among the most popular on Google Video – and might be the rising stars of a Google Video subculture. In fact, another website has jumped on the bandwagon and put online Google Idol, being, as the name already suggests, the Google version of American Idol (better known in Europe as “Star Academy” or “Deutschland sucht den Superstar”). The nominees this week are those two Dutch girls as well as a girl and a boy of whom apparently not even the name is known.
And my opinion on this? I’m quite shocked about myself, but I like it! Yes, I’m outing myself as a fan of Pomme & Kelly. I love how they illustrate the total absurdity and idiocy of stupid songs such as “Because I got high” (by Afroman), “No Matter” (by Boyzone) or “Not a girl not yet a woman” (by Britney Spears). Also, there is much more originality and quality in these videos than on any of the standardized websites showing nothing but pictures of drinking and smoking kids way too young to legally get their hands on such substances.
Oh, and these girls at least have a fairly good knowledge of English, whereas (almost?) nobody on a website knows Luxemburgish…
But don’t get me wrong now here: for what considers buying videos, Google Video in my opinion totally sucks. ;)

Aching For

I’ve been living in this absence of light ever since
You entered a world of deceiving colours
Che ti lasciavo avversare da sola.
I’ve been trapped in this dreariness ever since
I burned the letters addressed to you with a black-golden lighter
Il quale ti ho dato oggi con una lacrima.

I am drunk with bliss I beheld you and knew you within my grasp,
Perché era intesa brillare come una stella lontana lass??.
And I might be lucky that
I still remember you thanking me and giving me a charming smile,
And that
I’m still reminiscent of you turning around and reaching for my hand,
But even so
I wish for this past to leave my memories.

Adesso che sto pensando a te,
A feeling I cannot – or dare not – name forces me to
Promise this (in the elevated language of the Masters you study)
And make it the only thing I’ve ever honestly meant:
Ti amerò fino a che i colori li faceva parte – ed oltre.