A very very very long time has passed since I last wrote something here. To be honest, I don't even know if I remember how to, but I'll try and give my best.
So, what were my plans for Christmas? Have the best Christmas ever, of course. What I got? The best Christmas ever (the sweetest ones nonetheless) and a History of Art book. Now THAT is awesome. Another cool fact is that I rode a snowmobile, yeah, a snowbolie (did I just write that? I meant snowmobile...). The experience was just like back in the day when I and my cousin went to go karts ride. I was scared stupid at first, but when I got to handle the wheel of the machine, everything simply changed 180°.
But of course, you can't go a day without my mood swings. Even if it's supposed to be the happiest and the closest day on Earth, I'm still going to find a way how to ruin it, that's just bad. I find myself hating myself so very often lately (well, not only lately).
For next Christmas I think I should create X (almost wrote my name there) starters pack that would include Faust, The Dark Knight, Hammock's "Raising Your Voice... Trying to Stop an Echo", Slow Dancing Society's "The Sound of Lights When Dim", Jaytech's "Everything Is OK" and Lights Out Asia's "Eyes Like Brontide" album. I would probably vary it with some more nostalgic things, but for now, that's the starters pack (I for one want to include The Mighty Ducks trilogy, but hmmmm). That's why I should probably get on my ebay and amazon and start ordering things. And saving up some money for Christmas presents.
All in all these were probably the best Christmas holidays I've ever had. Not just because I actually got my first Christmas present, but just for the fact of it that I spent them with the people I wanted to spend them with (and one special).
For the rest, I could sum everything that's been going up in my life with a few words- busy, busy, studies, drawing. As my drawing teacher once said, I should find some time for myself, he was probably right. But there are some good things from this after all, I finally finished reading the Dante Club, finally watched Coffee and Cigarettes that i was trying to watch for like a hundred years and read Animal Farm by George Orwell and the Stranger by Albert Camus. Now I'm reading Mikhail Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita", it's really good to be honest, I think I should look more into Russian literature. But next stop- J.D.Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye"... oh, who am I kidding? it's probably Franz Kafka.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Naturally Artificial
That past weekend was the greatest weekend in my life. Yes, I know you've heard it somewhere already, but that's the truth. Now, I won't go deeper (no pun intended) into details, but let me just say this- Pancakes. Those were the best pancakes I've ever eaten. Seriously, I can't take any credit on making them, but those were some seriously delicious pancakes. More than just delicious. Next time I'll definitely try them out with cream/ maple syrup. Yup, I had the chance to eat them with the syrup, but I was more intrigued by the jelly type thingy I got as a gift ^^
So, back to my usual depressed and melancholic blog posts. My autumn break is coming to an end, it felt really empty when someone went to Brussels. And, as much as I love flying, I think I won't fly alone ever again. I can't stand the feeling you get when you leave the one you love behind alone and visa versa. So from now on, I won't be the lone crusader of my dreams in the clouds. We'll be the two member gang, like Bonnie and Clyde, up there, dream high. Higher than any of the skies and spheres combined together. Higher than the observatory eyes can see.
I've been reading the Dante Club with a bigger intensity now, since I've got break and some spare time. I've read about 2/3 of it already, it seemed pretty impossible a while ago. And, yeah, I just went on to read it now and also I slept for a few hours. Great. That would be great if I hadn't forgotten what I wanted to write.
Oh yes, have you ever gotten that crazy feeling when you're missing somebody? Really, really missing. Well, I get that feeling very often, VERY. And when you're sad because of that, the only thing that would cheer you up, at least for a bit, is 'I miss you too' from the other side. Instead, you get a pretty juicy laugh at you and a sentence that they don't have time to, let me put it this way- think about you. That's juicy. And heartbreaking. I really want to know the feeling when somebody misses you, if it's just a minute or two, I think I would give up everything to know the feeling when somebody needs you more than anything... And of course I had to screw everything up by making a fucking argument scene. I feel so moronic now.
The ...th NBA season started. Long awaited season of unbelievable bawfulness is here again. The Raps have such high hopes coming into the season... for drafting Kyrie Irving. Yay, another rebuilding year, this is gonna be so fun. The first two games were great tbh. Nothing THAT spectacular, but all-around great. DeMar finally got the ball in the second game, made some nice pull-up j's, his mid range game looks like is coming along this year, and had some great reverse layups, dare I say MJ style??? Oh and he loves that spin move, doesn't he? Amir still needs to learn how not to foul out in 5 minutes, Sonny is somewhere there too... Really anticipating the debut of Ed Davis, does he have what it takes? (imagine Jordan's slow and momentum vise voice there). And the Aussie guy, yeah, the Aussie guy has been really great so far since the preseason. David Andersen, or more like David Aussiesen. Yeah, he has long hair. ^_^
Young Gunz, or should I say Young Onez haven't gotten off just yet, I don't see THE spirit as of yet. And last but not least, I hope Turk will do bad in Phoenix (he got invited to the block party last night). So, yeah, let's leave it there for now.
Good God...
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. With some fear. Not knowing what will happen at the airport is painful, will I get slapped, tossed around, hugged and kissed, and told upon that I was missed or somebody will be seriously pissed off at me because I just wanted to hear that someone needs me (most likely)? Welcome to my life.
So, back to my usual depressed and melancholic blog posts. My autumn break is coming to an end, it felt really empty when someone went to Brussels. And, as much as I love flying, I think I won't fly alone ever again. I can't stand the feeling you get when you leave the one you love behind alone and visa versa. So from now on, I won't be the lone crusader of my dreams in the clouds. We'll be the two member gang, like Bonnie and Clyde, up there, dream high. Higher than any of the skies and spheres combined together. Higher than the observatory eyes can see.
I've been reading the Dante Club with a bigger intensity now, since I've got break and some spare time. I've read about 2/3 of it already, it seemed pretty impossible a while ago. And, yeah, I just went on to read it now and also I slept for a few hours. Great. That would be great if I hadn't forgotten what I wanted to write.
Oh yes, have you ever gotten that crazy feeling when you're missing somebody? Really, really missing. Well, I get that feeling very often, VERY. And when you're sad because of that, the only thing that would cheer you up, at least for a bit, is 'I miss you too' from the other side. Instead, you get a pretty juicy laugh at you and a sentence that they don't have time to, let me put it this way- think about you. That's juicy. And heartbreaking. I really want to know the feeling when somebody misses you, if it's just a minute or two, I think I would give up everything to know the feeling when somebody needs you more than anything... And of course I had to screw everything up by making a fucking argument scene. I feel so moronic now.
The ...th NBA season started. Long awaited season of unbelievable bawfulness is here again. The Raps have such high hopes coming into the season... for drafting Kyrie Irving. Yay, another rebuilding year, this is gonna be so fun. The first two games were great tbh. Nothing THAT spectacular, but all-around great. DeMar finally got the ball in the second game, made some nice pull-up j's, his mid range game looks like is coming along this year, and had some great reverse layups, dare I say MJ style??? Oh and he loves that spin move, doesn't he? Amir still needs to learn how not to foul out in 5 minutes, Sonny is somewhere there too... Really anticipating the debut of Ed Davis, does he have what it takes? (imagine Jordan's slow and momentum vise voice there). And the Aussie guy, yeah, the Aussie guy has been really great so far since the preseason. David Andersen, or more like David Aussiesen. Yeah, he has long hair. ^_^
Young Gunz, or should I say Young Onez haven't gotten off just yet, I don't see THE spirit as of yet. And last but not least, I hope Turk will do bad in Phoenix (he got invited to the block party last night). So, yeah, let's leave it there for now.
Good God...
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. With some fear. Not knowing what will happen at the airport is painful, will I get slapped, tossed around, hugged and kissed, and told upon that I was missed or somebody will be seriously pissed off at me because I just wanted to hear that someone needs me (most likely)? Welcome to my life.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
A Lack Of Color
Have you ever dreamed about an ideal place with no regrets and no answers to the questions that do not exist? I, for one, have. And I dreamed about the place not existing. So, in reality, this place exists as a matter that doesn't exist. Yet it exists.
Was thinking about colours the other day. Yet again came to the conclusion that I can see them. They don't come on their own, forcing their way in and showing themselves to me. No, they don't do that. But I have no problem asking them to come, imagining them. This might sound a bit weird, but I can almost see them. I can almost hear it, the melody that comes with colours. Colours that have names only of their own.
So my school started for the 12th time this time round. And yep, you guessed it, nothing new is happening or has happened. It's the same thing for 12 straight years, my life seems to be stuck on an endlessly repeating loop. Just like Donnie Darko's tangent universe, only with no real meaning. Got my first marks already and I'm not that keen on that "3 straight 9s" start. Might be a bad sign.
Don't know why, but I've gotten really into classics now, especially basketball classics. Ordered 'The Life Of Pete Maravich', now watching some classics from him, Jordan and, of course, yours truly- Steve Nash. Still have a long way to go, so many classics to watch, so many basketball players still to learn about. I wonder if there's any Alex English video out there, hmmm.
Also, finally took up drawing lessons, it was about time I'd do it. My teacher is a great guy, should be a great course over the upcoming year. I hope I can keep it up with the proper drawing techniques (as I don't believe in good drawing). I still have got to draw that drawing that I'll have in my house. The Modern Future.
And don't you just love those random inspiration moments you get at a random point of the day? So much can be done in such a tiny and briefly moment. In 8 minutes you can achieve things you couldn't do in 8 hours. That feeling is indescribable, just like flying only with random things and images popping into your head. The best things in this world simply can't be described. Yet again, does this world have all of the best things? Everyone experiences these moments, each and every one. Only thing that differs for each and every one is time of them appearing. Don't loose any hope, they will come. Your time just might be somewhere further, but it's definitely there. Just like those August stars told me in August, there's always a hope.
Was thinking about colours the other day. Yet again came to the conclusion that I can see them. They don't come on their own, forcing their way in and showing themselves to me. No, they don't do that. But I have no problem asking them to come, imagining them. This might sound a bit weird, but I can almost see them. I can almost hear it, the melody that comes with colours. Colours that have names only of their own.
So my school started for the 12th time this time round. And yep, you guessed it, nothing new is happening or has happened. It's the same thing for 12 straight years, my life seems to be stuck on an endlessly repeating loop. Just like Donnie Darko's tangent universe, only with no real meaning. Got my first marks already and I'm not that keen on that "3 straight 9s" start. Might be a bad sign.
Don't know why, but I've gotten really into classics now, especially basketball classics. Ordered 'The Life Of Pete Maravich', now watching some classics from him, Jordan and, of course, yours truly- Steve Nash. Still have a long way to go, so many classics to watch, so many basketball players still to learn about. I wonder if there's any Alex English video out there, hmmm.
Also, finally took up drawing lessons, it was about time I'd do it. My teacher is a great guy, should be a great course over the upcoming year. I hope I can keep it up with the proper drawing techniques (as I don't believe in good drawing). I still have got to draw that drawing that I'll have in my house. The Modern Future.
And don't you just love those random inspiration moments you get at a random point of the day? So much can be done in such a tiny and briefly moment. In 8 minutes you can achieve things you couldn't do in 8 hours. That feeling is indescribable, just like flying only with random things and images popping into your head. The best things in this world simply can't be described. Yet again, does this world have all of the best things? Everyone experiences these moments, each and every one. Only thing that differs for each and every one is time of them appearing. Don't loose any hope, they will come. Your time just might be somewhere further, but it's definitely there. Just like those August stars told me in August, there's always a hope.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Never Never Land
That picture saying "Approach everything new with curiosity, not with fear" might be the cornerstone of my approach to things. Really, it has changed so much ever since I saw it. Haven't updated my blog too often(that's because I was visiting the UK for a moment), but it's been so right each and every time. First of all, it's definitely flying. Never would I think that it's such a great feeling. Really. Of course, at first I was all nervous and everything but since I got into the plane it all changed. From the moment of liftoff, it was just surreal. I simply hate landing, because I'd much rather be up there than down here. The feeling you get by being right on top of your dreams, of your fluffy dreams, being up there in the blue, higher than anybody, in the freedom you've never ever enjoyed before. Those are just some of the hings that make flying so... flying-like. In all seriousness, I feel better in a plane than in any car, bus or trolley.
And secondly, it's the approach I only understood when I had to leave. For the time being there, I approached everything negatively (yeah, I know, I'm that kind of a guy), just when I got out and traveled a bit more I understood the false approach I was having. As much as I wanted to go home in the beginning, I also wanted to feel the vibe of the British big cities. And yes, I loved them (Manchester & Leeds). When I was there, a track kept playing in my head which now is officially the anthem of the two cities :) I also loved Manchester-Leeds train journey, I think I'll never forget it. Really never.
I feel that I've got so much to write, but I just don't know what to write, lol. I fell in love with Dr. Pepper and Lilt which we don't have down here. Awesome. I also finally visited my first comic book shop in Leeds and got a nice pair (well, not pair actually, because I did get three of them) of graphic novels. Moar awesome. And I bought some of the English books I've been anticipating for some time, ha, yes, even Alfred Lord Tennyson's poetry. I loved English shopping as much as I hated it. It was certainly different. Didn't get the much wanted SLR, of course and also, didn't get any picture of Leeds, dammit. No worries, that's a reason to visit it again, I think. And I still have to take you to a ride on the wheel of Manchester.
And secondly, it's the approach I only understood when I had to leave. For the time being there, I approached everything negatively (yeah, I know, I'm that kind of a guy), just when I got out and traveled a bit more I understood the false approach I was having. As much as I wanted to go home in the beginning, I also wanted to feel the vibe of the British big cities. And yes, I loved them (Manchester & Leeds). When I was there, a track kept playing in my head which now is officially the anthem of the two cities :) I also loved Manchester-Leeds train journey, I think I'll never forget it. Really never.
I feel that I've got so much to write, but I just don't know what to write, lol. I fell in love with Dr. Pepper and Lilt which we don't have down here. Awesome. I also finally visited my first comic book shop in Leeds and got a nice pair (well, not pair actually, because I did get three of them) of graphic novels. Moar awesome. And I bought some of the English books I've been anticipating for some time, ha, yes, even Alfred Lord Tennyson's poetry. I loved English shopping as much as I hated it. It was certainly different. Didn't get the much wanted SLR, of course and also, didn't get any picture of Leeds, dammit. No worries, that's a reason to visit it again, I think. And I still have to take you to a ride on the wheel of Manchester.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Imagine if you could become an apple
I once again got convinced that there's definitely love from the first sight. And, yes, I experienced it once again. This time it wasn't a human being... That was a DSLR camera. Yeah, you read that right. I just lost my DSLR camera virginity and it was... AMAZING. I'm definitely getting one for myself now. Digital photography has always caught me up and now the satisfaction is at its very peak.
Watching the FIFA World Cup at the moment and I've gotta say that it's something really special. Yup, my love to footie is still alive.
I just can't resist and not write about those inspirational moments I often get. I just love them too much, it's like the time slows down and you get that slow motion feeling of everything that's going around you. If you catch the momentum at the right time, you're the most powerful being in the world. Nothing can stop me and you then. Nothing.
When those moments arrive, I simply love listening to atmospheric and harmonic melodies whether it's piano, midi keys, guitar chords or whatever. While doing that, I also love drowning my emotions and everything that's on my mind in poetry. I just love it. And that's what I do.
The cool video got taken down so I had to settle with this one. Don't mind the picture.
Watching the FIFA World Cup at the moment and I've gotta say that it's something really special. Yup, my love to footie is still alive.
I just can't resist and not write about those inspirational moments I often get. I just love them too much, it's like the time slows down and you get that slow motion feeling of everything that's going around you. If you catch the momentum at the right time, you're the most powerful being in the world. Nothing can stop me and you then. Nothing.
When those moments arrive, I simply love listening to atmospheric and harmonic melodies whether it's piano, midi keys, guitar chords or whatever. While doing that, I also love drowning my emotions and everything that's on my mind in poetry. I just love it. And that's what I do.
The cool video got taken down so I had to settle with this one. Don't mind the picture.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Naughty By Nature
Something has caught my mind. Something very very serious has caught my mind. This feeling is just indescribable...
Have you ever experienced your heart itching, your belly twitching, feeling all fuzzy, sun shining through the window, smiling all over your face and realising that you're the happiest person alive?
Raise it by infinity and you've got my current condition. It's unbelievable... All of a sudden I'm feeling motivated to become the greatest person alive (even greater than Steve Nash(the most ridiculous man in the world)), my joy and happiness is beyond indescribable, my mind is going through periods of numbness, teardrops slowly rolling down my cheeks, I get the feeling that my heart is going to melt any second now and I finally realise that sky is not the limit.
I've come to the conclusion that the closest title of describing it is- indescribable.
Everyone gets this feeling almost once in their lifetime. And when you get it - don't waste a damn second of it. Enjoy it. Once the feeling gets you, you'll understand what I'm talking about here. Maybe it's not making much sense here, but someday it will. Just wait for it.
Also, I think I've got an answer to the question of my lifetime: "What happens when you fall in love?"
What happens is - You become silly, dummy and foolish. And what can I say? - It's all true.
If only I could stay at home this summer. With you. Home sweet home. I don't like England, I think I never will, but even there nothing will stop me thinking about you, dreaming about you, calling you. You'll have the best summer ever, I'll have the shortest summer ever just so I can come home as soon as possible and hug you the fluffiest way possible. Then I will look you in the eyes and... smile. The happiest moment of my life will feature only the two of us. Only you and me.
Do those lines contain any symbolism? Maybe.
Have you ever experienced your heart itching, your belly twitching, feeling all fuzzy, sun shining through the window, smiling all over your face and realising that you're the happiest person alive?
Raise it by infinity and you've got my current condition. It's unbelievable... All of a sudden I'm feeling motivated to become the greatest person alive (even greater than Steve Nash(the most ridiculous man in the world)), my joy and happiness is beyond indescribable, my mind is going through periods of numbness, teardrops slowly rolling down my cheeks, I get the feeling that my heart is going to melt any second now and I finally realise that sky is not the limit.
I've come to the conclusion that the closest title of describing it is- indescribable.
Everyone gets this feeling almost once in their lifetime. And when you get it - don't waste a damn second of it. Enjoy it. Once the feeling gets you, you'll understand what I'm talking about here. Maybe it's not making much sense here, but someday it will. Just wait for it.
Also, I think I've got an answer to the question of my lifetime: "What happens when you fall in love?"
What happens is - You become silly, dummy and foolish. And what can I say? - It's all true.
If only I could stay at home this summer. With you. Home sweet home. I don't like England, I think I never will, but even there nothing will stop me thinking about you, dreaming about you, calling you. You'll have the best summer ever, I'll have the shortest summer ever just so I can come home as soon as possible and hug you the fluffiest way possible. Then I will look you in the eyes and... smile. The happiest moment of my life will feature only the two of us. Only you and me.
Do those lines contain any symbolism? Maybe.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Moth
Something happens when something has to happen. That's all there's to it.
My dilemma is killing me as of late. My life long dream or my newly obtained wish?
Toronto or Melbourne.
Huskies or kangaroos.
Eskimos or crocodile Dundee.
I do love huskies though.
I also love design and my happiness being fulfilled.
Thinking, suddenly not that easy anymore.
My dilemma is killing me as of late. My life long dream or my newly obtained wish?
Toronto or Melbourne.
Huskies or kangaroos.
Eskimos or crocodile Dundee.
I do love huskies though.
I also love design and my happiness being fulfilled.
Thinking, suddenly not that easy anymore.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Dark Is The Night For All
So, yeah...
This isn't a 'yet again update of blahblahblahboooooring' post, but rather a specifically ordered one.
And, yeah, you guessed it, it's a post about basketball... How I came up with this stuff? Don't ask me. Better yet, ask those Kobe fans how they enjoy being fans of the Satan himself.
Ok, enough with these extra spicy jokes, back to the point.
As you probably have already read, Dwyane Wade rejected meeting Carmine Gotti, grandson of notorious mob boss John Gotti. Here's his response:
Whoa, whoa, easy there, Dwyane. You do want to play basketball, don't you? I mean, no matter how famous or awesome you are, you can't fuck with mobsters. Ok, I honestly have no idea how much of an impact Carmeo has over the Gottis or whatever, but still. Mobsters is one huge thing (he does look like a stereotypical guido, though). Your next game at MSG might look like this:
Don't screw it up, Dwyane.
Ok, enough with this shit as I'm about to finish my very first Illustrator work. Oh man, here's a hope for many great things to come.
yellowshoesrock
This isn't a 'yet again update of blahblahblahboooooring' post, but rather a specifically ordered one.
And, yeah, you guessed it, it's a post about basketball... How I came up with this stuff? Don't ask me. Better yet, ask those Kobe fans how they enjoy being fans of the Satan himself.
Ok, enough with these extra spicy jokes, back to the point.
As you probably have already read, Dwyane Wade rejected meeting Carmine Gotti, grandson of notorious mob boss John Gotti. Here's his response:
There's no way I'm meeting the Gottis or having my photo taken with them.
Whoa, whoa, easy there, Dwyane. You do want to play basketball, don't you? I mean, no matter how famous or awesome you are, you can't fuck with mobsters. Ok, I honestly have no idea how much of an impact Carmeo has over the Gottis or whatever, but still. Mobsters is one huge thing (he does look like a stereotypical guido, though). Your next game at MSG might look like this:
Don't screw it up, Dwyane.
Ok, enough with this shit as I'm about to finish my very first Illustrator work. Oh man, here's a hope for many great things to come.
yellowshoesrock
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wye Oak - Tattoo
This looks like a good time to make an update about my meaningless life.
Haven't made a serious update here since... like January 24th.
Ha, you're probably thinking that I was busy as hell as I didn't update this very important blog here. And the answer is... yes, I was not busy. I was just too lazy limping all over the place and trying to use my bed properly. Ok, as you can see, my humor is taking a step backwards so I'll try not to use it ever again in this post.
So, what have I done in this very great period of non-blogging time?
Absolutely nothing. Yeah, absolutely nothing. Aside from some deviantART works, successfully searching for the biggest friend of my childhood, meeting a very cool human being, taking down dictatorships in South America, curing AIDS, chickening out on my school events and becoming an adult... yeah, completely nothing. But the highlight of this great period of time really must be not finding about the very old friend of mine nor that cool person I wrote about earlier... it's clearly the second season of Southland. I mean it's a no brainer, how can a human being not tolerate the second season of the freaking Southland. It's been about half a year of waiting for it to finally premiere (and now finalize). Something really serious must happen in order to disrupt the great joy of watching it.
And, well yeah, I've finally started learning Illustrator. Yay. Next stop - Autocad and 3ds MAX.
It took quite some time for me to really update this meaningless blog about my meaningless life on the meaningless Internet. But it's kind of a guilty pleasure, isn't it. Everybody (in my case, nobody) can read and learn about my awesome life. Also, they can find out about my grammar inabilities, but that's a whole different story.
OH and I almost forgot... Have I ever mentioned that I'm a fan of the Toronto Raptors? Yeah, I probably haven't. AND IT'S DAMN HARD TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT... Seriously, if you can't deal with heavy depression, you better not watch them...
I'm dead serious. Staying up late until 5 am and then angrily going to sleep... That's not very exciting...
Haven't made a serious update here since... like January 24th.
Ha, you're probably thinking that I was busy as hell as I didn't update this very important blog here. And the answer is... yes, I was not busy. I was just too lazy limping all over the place and trying to use my bed properly. Ok, as you can see, my humor is taking a step backwards so I'll try not to use it ever again in this post.
So, what have I done in this very great period of non-blogging time?
Absolutely nothing. Yeah, absolutely nothing. Aside from some deviantART works, successfully searching for the biggest friend of my childhood, meeting a very cool human being, taking down dictatorships in South America, curing AIDS, chickening out on my school events and becoming an adult... yeah, completely nothing. But the highlight of this great period of time really must be not finding about the very old friend of mine nor that cool person I wrote about earlier... it's clearly the second season of Southland. I mean it's a no brainer, how can a human being not tolerate the second season of the freaking Southland. It's been about half a year of waiting for it to finally premiere (and now finalize). Something really serious must happen in order to disrupt the great joy of watching it.
And, well yeah, I've finally started learning Illustrator. Yay. Next stop - Autocad and 3ds MAX.
It took quite some time for me to really update this meaningless blog about my meaningless life on the meaningless Internet. But it's kind of a guilty pleasure, isn't it. Everybody (in my case, nobody) can read and learn about my awesome life. Also, they can find out about my grammar inabilities, but that's a whole different story.
OH and I almost forgot... Have I ever mentioned that I'm a fan of the Toronto Raptors? Yeah, I probably haven't. AND IT'S DAMN HARD TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT... Seriously, if you can't deal with heavy depression, you better not watch them...
I'm dead serious. Staying up late until 5 am and then angrily going to sleep... That's not very exciting...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Yay, my first follower
First of all, I want to say that because of the immense frostiness outside I wasn't able to blog more often. Why? Because my brain doesn't work properly when it's so cold outside. Of course I dream about living in a winteresque city, but that's a different story.
Now, onto business...
Moon. That's the title of the movie I saw a few days back.
What can I say about the movie in a few words?- movie of the year [2009].
And no, really, that's my pick for the best movie award of 2009. Sam Rockwell was great portraying himself, a lone station worker on the Moon, his clone, and... well, his other clones. The scenes of him driving on the surface of the Moon, getting sick, trying to find the truth and crashing into a combine were outstanding which leads us to another great point of the movie- the CGI. The CGI was the real-deal in this piece of art, the scenes where the Moon was shown were simply abnormal, if I wasn't aware of the great modern effects, I would seriously think that it was made on the Moon itself. Another thing why I watched this movie was, of course, Kevin Spacey. He played small, but important role- he did a voiceover for GERTY, the help computer on the moon station, which kind of reminded me of Kubrick's HAL-9000 from the "2001: A Space Odyssey", but without the crappy singing sequence. GERTY played really important role to the whole movie, he did the little things, but as we know, the little things are the biggest things. He helped, he was a friend and a mom, and an assistant. He was everything. Also, I loved the Clint Mansell's movie score, it was simply immense. Just listen to this:
Mind=blown, right?
Bravo Sam, Kevin, Clint and Duncan, you made a masterpiece.
On another note, I went to the airport today and it turned into quite an adventure. First of all, a policeman really strangely looked at me, almost started staring at me, that freaked me out. Then, waiting for the bus to the airport, I was of course questioned by a homeless guy and a woman who needed money for the eye operation. To top that off, there were yokels (?) at the bus station horselaughing their asses off and speaking very loudly in some sort martian dialect. And to top that off, I was freezing to death there, I had to wait for the damn bus for damn 25 minutes. My fingers and toes hurt more than a wound shot with M1 Garand. Also, my mom went nuts at the airport as out bag was overweightened and we missed the baggage registration leading to me taking the baggage home alone. Gr8.
By the way, I can honorably say that I've got my first follower. Congrats, you've won... this:
Creepy...
Now, onto business...
Moon. That's the title of the movie I saw a few days back.
What can I say about the movie in a few words?- movie of the year [2009].
And no, really, that's my pick for the best movie award of 2009. Sam Rockwell was great portraying himself, a lone station worker on the Moon, his clone, and... well, his other clones. The scenes of him driving on the surface of the Moon, getting sick, trying to find the truth and crashing into a combine were outstanding which leads us to another great point of the movie- the CGI. The CGI was the real-deal in this piece of art, the scenes where the Moon was shown were simply abnormal, if I wasn't aware of the great modern effects, I would seriously think that it was made on the Moon itself. Another thing why I watched this movie was, of course, Kevin Spacey. He played small, but important role- he did a voiceover for GERTY, the help computer on the moon station, which kind of reminded me of Kubrick's HAL-9000 from the "2001: A Space Odyssey", but without the crappy singing sequence. GERTY played really important role to the whole movie, he did the little things, but as we know, the little things are the biggest things. He helped, he was a friend and a mom, and an assistant. He was everything. Also, I loved the Clint Mansell's movie score, it was simply immense. Just listen to this:
Mind=blown, right?
Bravo Sam, Kevin, Clint and Duncan, you made a masterpiece.
On another note, I went to the airport today and it turned into quite an adventure. First of all, a policeman really strangely looked at me, almost started staring at me, that freaked me out. Then, waiting for the bus to the airport, I was of course questioned by a homeless guy and a woman who needed money for the eye operation. To top that off, there were yokels (?) at the bus station horselaughing their asses off and speaking very loudly in some sort martian dialect. And to top that off, I was freezing to death there, I had to wait for the damn bus for damn 25 minutes. My fingers and toes hurt more than a wound shot with M1 Garand. Also, my mom went nuts at the airport as out bag was overweightened and we missed the baggage registration leading to me taking the baggage home alone. Gr8.
By the way, I can honorably say that I've got my first follower. Congrats, you've won... this:
Creepy...
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Montréal-Band-A-Thon
A new year, a new decade, a new period in my life has started. Yay! So what now? Of course, some badass-motherfucking stuff has to be done. So what do I do? Completely nothing... Ok, just for the starters, I... yyyaaeeehh I still didn't do anything.
So now I'm kind of doing this Montréal-Band-A-Thon where I'm listening several bands from the city of Montréal. Now, how badass can it be? Pretty much, let me tell you. Though I've only listened to 3 bands [Malajube, The Stills and The Dears], they did convince me of how superior people of Montréal really are compared to the rest of the world. The band that was the most convincing was Malajube and to describe them I'll have to quote a random Last.fm user: "can't understand anything, good music though."- convincing, isn't it? 'Montréal -40°C' was the song from the canadiens that really got me, it just flows, as if something god-like would've touched it.
The Stills, on the other hand, are English Canadian band. It's really one of those bands where you can clearly say- "Yes, it's indie rock", not the The Kooks type of 'indie rock with funky accent', but the indie rock we hear more often, kind of like maybe The Shins... Nothing bad with that, I love em'.
The Dears are more post-punk, folk type of band (e.g. The Walkmen). They are convincingly the calmest ones, or at least it's what I heard from their 'No Cities Left' album. Though I clearly need to listen them more to give some proper judgments on how they tend to perform their work.
I might even make a header picture for this blog sometime soon. Who knows what's in Santa's bag?
God I miss the good old hockey where Canadian teams were dominating... : /
So now I'm kind of doing this Montréal-Band-A-Thon where I'm listening several bands from the city of Montréal. Now, how badass can it be? Pretty much, let me tell you. Though I've only listened to 3 bands [Malajube, The Stills and The Dears], they did convince me of how superior people of Montréal really are compared to the rest of the world. The band that was the most convincing was Malajube and to describe them I'll have to quote a random Last.fm user: "can't understand anything, good music though."- convincing, isn't it? 'Montréal -40°C' was the song from the canadiens that really got me, it just flows, as if something god-like would've touched it.
The Stills, on the other hand, are English Canadian band. It's really one of those bands where you can clearly say- "Yes, it's indie rock", not the The Kooks type of 'indie rock with funky accent', but the indie rock we hear more often, kind of like maybe The Shins... Nothing bad with that, I love em'.
The Dears are more post-punk, folk type of band (e.g. The Walkmen). They are convincingly the calmest ones, or at least it's what I heard from their 'No Cities Left' album. Though I clearly need to listen them more to give some proper judgments on how they tend to perform their work.
I might even make a header picture for this blog sometime soon. Who knows what's in Santa's bag?
God I miss the good old hockey where Canadian teams were dominating... : /
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