April 2006

This and that

As wretched as 24 has become (that show definitely jumped the shark, without further discussions), as worthwile Smallville is getting (it’s going to be an exciting season finale I think… James Marsters is so great!) :)

Am I too addicted to series?

&A

Nobody got the right answer, so it’s probably my task to explain what these actors have in common. The answer, in a nutshell, is: they all belong to the Brat Pack. Now, what is that, you might ask. The expression Brat Pack is, obviously, an allusion to the famous Rat Pack in the 1960s and was coined by David Blum in a 1985 article in the NY Magazine. This group of actors were the ones that appeared in the 1980s’ teenager movies, such as The Breakfast Club or The Lost Boys. Hall and Moore are considered to be two of the eight core members (the others being Emilio Estevez, Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy, Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwald and Ally Sheedy), while the other actors I’ve listed are being regarded as auxiliary members.

A similar group of actors also exists today and is called the Frat Pack – frat being a shorthand for fraternity. The core members of the Frat Pack are Jack Black, Will Ferrell, Ben Stiller, Vince Vaughn, Luke Wilson, Owen Wilson and Steve Carell. Jim Carrey is sometimes also seen as a member, though he only participated in one Frat Pack movie, namely The Cable Guy.

As Raffael suggested that they have all played in the same movie, I guess he’s the one who got closest to the answer. Congrats. :)

Q

What do Anthony Michael Hall, Demi Moore, Tom Cruise, James Spader, Matt Dillon, Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland have in common? (Beside the obvious factor that they are all actors.)

No comment

Well, maybe a tiny one: probably she doesn’t even understand what she’s singing about, but the lyrics strangely fit if one can believe all the rumours. If your musical taste is anywhere near the Britney Spears – Avril Lavigne et al. level, you might enjoy the song, if not, better not watch this clip. :)

June 5th, 2009

I’m not really someone who likes to plan ahead, most of the time I’ve long lost interest in those things when the date finally gets closer. And now I’m looking at the dates for the next three years of my life, which have already been fixed. I can see when I’m going to be back home, how long my holidays will be, when I’ll have exams.
Honestly, it scares me. I don’t want to get into a rut in which I can exactly see where I’m heading towards.
At least, there’s a teensy-weensy chance of winning a 30 GB iPod Video – just because I logged on to the Applicant Portal of the University of Aberdeen. I don’t really plan on going there, but if they should decide to send me an iPod, I’m certainly not going to send it back. Are they being sponsored by Apple? That would be kind of cool actually. :)
Future, I’m coming – maybe while watching a vidcast. :)

Remember, Remember the 5th of November

Whoever wrote this dialogue was a genius. :)

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Appartently there’s 55 times the letter “v”, which is 5 x 11, or November 5th. In addition, “V” itself is of course the Roman sign for 5.

Even though they mistakenly suggest violence were a / the only mean of anarchism, it’s an ingenious movie. :)

Now it’s up to you :)

I feel like trying something different and here’s what I’ve on my mind: I propose three short paragraphs to you and you can tell me which one should be the beginning of a short-story. If you don’t like any of the three, feel free to suggest another one. :)

1. He was standing in front of this derelict wall, gazing at the torn poster announcing an event gone so long. It almost felt like a memento to him. A memento of what? He had blotted that memory out many years ago and was unsure if he wanted to recall it. But he couldn’t help it, his subconsciousness was already pushing him into the past.

2. Jason could of course have ordered a pizza or a panino, but he chose bow-tie pasta – as always. He wore his poser shades and didn’t take the earphones off when he spoke to the waiter – as always. Anyhow it was a totally ordinary day and that was the most usual thing in the world. Jason led an unvaried life and he would never have expected it to change.

3. So what do you think about it?’, she asked him. He had no idea. ‘It’s an abstract painting, I guess’, he replied. What else could he have said? There was nothing more than a strange chaos of dashes and distorted circles, and she had only used dark purple and green. With different saturations, yes, but still it looked monotonous. ‘Think of last year’, she finally hinted.

Stumble – A Reprise

You sit in front of the screen and stare at this virtually blank page. Your life is absent without leave, your thoughts scurried off to another world. You’re too tired to have the illusion of the letters on your keyboard dancing. Everything around you sounds louder and moves slower.
It’s perhaps that girl you saw this afternoon. Yes, yet another girl. Or not. You didn’t recognize her when she stepped out of the bus. She smiled at you, but you didn’t realise it till you sat in the bus. You sat in the very last row and looked out of the back window. Do you know her? You have no idea, but the more time separates you from that moment, the more convinced you become that you know her. Or knew her. In another life, years ago when the world was different, when you were different. You’re way too knackered to drown yourself into the fathomless creek of self-pity. There is no sense in that anyway. There probably never was. Nevertheless it bugs you. Even more does the fact that you still haven’t forgotten the gorgeous girl with the pink hair slide. Is it just because you wrote about her that she stuck to your mind? Do you give her more importance than she deserves? You’ve been trying to stop believing in destiny, yet you cannot suppress the question if there’s more to it.
This strange feeling of nothingness is beautific.

A Prayer

Help me dear God though I’m not a believer,
the new year’s been going on for so long.
I had prayed for you to raise a bit of soulfulness
when I was still religious last year,
but you have forsaken me and have taken
what could have yielded a ray of hope.
Play this music when the lights go out,
the song that played when they were blue,
lyrics that were sung when sadness felt right.
The world was ordinary when the beer tasted bad,
and the bus still expensive when a soul died.
I just drank enough to bear up against this pain,
but anything to make it go is drunk in vain.
Let me see the world through your eyes for once,
give me a mean to understand what it’s about,
tell me why there is famine, hate and money.