Different shit, different day

- Thanksgiving was great. Had a shitload of great food.

- Finally played Rock Band with Jorge, Analyn, and Wency. All I can say is that Guitar Hero has nothing against this game. GH is fucking boring compared to Rock Band. If you don't know what Rock Band is it's a singer, a guitarist, a drummer, and a bassist playing at the same time the same way as Guitar Hero. Singing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Maps" was extremely hard as all the other chick songs (I destroyed Garbage's "I Think I'm Paranoid"). I think we played Weezer's "Say It Ain't So" and Radiohead's "Creep" about 10 times each. At the end of the day, I lost my voice. I wish I could bring this to the Philippines.

- Watched No Country for Old Men AGAIN. It's still the best film of the year.

- Watched Stephen King's The Mist on black Friday. I think it's the best horror film of the year. I don't think that Pam or Felice will like it though because it has monsters in it. Just thinking about the movie made me uncomfortable because I know I would die if I lived in the mist.

- I always forget to mention this but I received my Ultimate Ears two or three weeks ago and I love them COMPLETELY. The earphones come in a case with my name printed on it. I think I'll post pictures of them soon. The box says, "Listen to your music the first time." And it's so fucking true. The first song I listened to was Radiohead's "Exit Music (For a Film)" and it felt that Thom Yorke was really singing TO ME. I had goosebumps the entire song and whenever I listen to a new song I just get giddy because I'm hearing shit I didn't hear the first time. And this is the reason why I asked Pam if Mozzie recorded "Purple-Colored Skies" live because I could hear the echo of the room. Sadly, I never received a response.

- DEXTER has been FUCKING MIND-BLOWING to say the least. While Heroes has been sucking this season and Prison Break is on fucking writer's strike hiatus, Dexter has been giving the fucking goods every week and every minute. Every episode has been an increase in tension and I've never hated Doakes so much. He's pissed off the entire time; his voice mail message even sounds pissed off. Felice you must watch season 2 when I get there.

Directed by the Coen Brothers

I'm not going to write about this film that much because I'm still thinking about it as I write this. But all I'm going to say is that it is the best film I have seen this year so far. Yes, it has beaten Ratatouille for the best film of 2007 in my mind.

This film is a masterpiece of storytelling, acting, cinematography, and most of all (in my opinion), sound design. No Country uses silence to its advantage and when you see the film you'll hear why.

Adapted from a novel by Cormac McCarthy, the film thrusts the three main characters in the film: Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin), Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem), and Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones). Llewelyn Moss is a poor welder who while hunting finds $2 million dollars, Chigurh is the man to retrieve the money and kill Moss, and Bell is the cop to stop Chigurh.
As Moss, Brolin finally comes into his own and deserves a supporting nomination come January. His great supporting turn in American Gangster wasn't a fluke and this film just proves the point that he is able to hold against some true heavyweights. Jones fits perfectly as Sheriff Bell, a cop who has seen so much destruction and despair that he wants to give up on his job completely. As good as Brolin and Jones are, Javier Bardem gives a complete acting clinic as the truly psychopathic villain, Anton Chigurh. His character is a villain for the ages, and Bardem deserves the supporting Oscar in February. This performance truly demands it.

Finally, the sound design must be mentioned because the film does not contain any music at all with only the exception being the beginning and end credits. Some scenes are so completely reliant on sound design to the point of the scene being so intense that it'll give you a heart attack. Never has the sound of an unscrewing of a light bulb sounded so terrifying.

As you can read, I definitely recommend this film. I can't wait to watch it again.

Some Funny Ass Shit

The best missing dog flyer I have ever seen

Worst cookbook title ever.

Why I Have Balls

I remember saying that I had two balls my last post but I forgot to post on why I had two balls.

Okay.

Here goes.

Breathe with me.

I finally told my dad (I think last, last Sunday) that I'm going to the Philippines. I waited a long time to tell my dad because I wondered how he'd take it. But first, I needed a great assist from my mom. You see, she's the Steve Nash of starting up conversations. So she effing starts up that shit with "Dad, your son needs to tell you something."

With my balls sweating and my palms shaking, I tell him.

"Papa, I'm going to the Philippines."

I didn't notice I was shaking all over but Wency and my mom said that I was. Wency detected the shiver-y-ness of my voice.

My dad starts getting angry.

"First of all, I'm already spending so much money on your medicine and now you're telling me this? We have no money!"

I then interrupt him and tell him, "No, the school is paying for it." For the past few days, I've been thinking in my head what to tell him. It had to be lies, lies, lies because I'm going to turn the Tayag house into the house of fucking lies. But they had to be lies that seemed legit but also in a way that seemed that I wouldn't be caught off guard later. Wency told me later that why I didn't tell him that I got a grant from the school. Well, first off, when tax time comes, he might ask me for the files pertaining to the grant and if he could have them. So in my little shitty mind I said, "FUCK THAT SHIT." "The school is paying for it" was a much better choice.

I then tell him that I'm going to do a thesis there to see what's wrong with the sound facilities in the Philippines and that I'm going to write a report on how to fix it. The thing is, there's no thesis, no paper, nothing. He then tells me, "You'd better do that right away so you can enjoy your time there." I then respond, "Yeah, I'll be sending in weekly reports to the school." You see, again, I had to do that. It was completely necessary so my dad could see that I was responsible (despite being a complusive fucking liar).

He then tells me that I should live with Tita Perla.

(The following will be displayed like an awesome fucking screenplay that producers could pay me 2.5% more for DVD residuals and then 1% for internet sales)

Mom (interrupting Dad): He'll live in Tessie's house.
Dad (screaming): Why should he live there?!
Mom: Because Chrissie and Felice live there, he has a good relationship with them.
Dad: So?! Just because he has a good relationship with them means he SHOULD live with them?!

[In the corner, Wency eats like a nimble rat wanting to get out of the kitchen.]

Dad: Daniel, you live in Dapitan! Okay?!
Me (softly): okay

[Daniel then takes a carbine rifle and shoots his dad in the head. Dad then turns into a fucking xenomorph from the film "Alien" and immediately grabs Mom and rips her head off. Wency then screams "Awesome, Mom!" exactly the way the kid in Transformers says it.]

Okay, that last description didn't really happen.

So, that's the way it happens. In the end, my dad is also a little happy because I'm leaving at the right time Irene's husband is coming so they can use my room when I'm away. I just hope that their kids don't mess up my room. Felice did a great job painting that room and I hope they don't pee on it.

I can't wait to go the Philippines! To be honest, I really want to see how their sound production facilities work in the Philippines. Super Noypi had a total of three sound people doing the entire soundtrack while American Gangster had about twenty (and that's just the main people).

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On another note, I congratulate Jorge (aka Enrique Santis) for finally proposing to Analyn. I forgot how many kids died just looking for that goddamn blood diamond but it looks awesome.

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Alicia Keys' new song on the radio is goddamn amazing. I can't stop listening to it.

Jimmy Eat World's new album is so so so so good. If there's one flaw in the album, it's that there's no perfect track like in their last album Futures. The most perfect song on that album was "23".

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After watching American Gangster at home 3 times, I finally watched it in a theater last Saturday. Man, that movie just keeps on getting better for me. It's one of the year's ten best. Next up on my list: PT Anderson's "There Will Be Blood", Frank Darabont's "The Mist", the Coen Brothers' "No Country for Old Men", Robert Zemeckis' "Beowulf", and many others.

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Still.

Brilliant.

After 3 viewings.

Wency said that I have balls.

I do have balls.

I have two.

And they're technically they're called testicles.

Maybe he meant to say chutzpah....or bollocks...oh wait, that's the same as balls.

I saw Lars and the Real Girl and Michael Clayton two or three weeks ago. I paid for Lars for $5 and snuck into Michael Clayton.

Lars and the Real Girl was sadly a disappointing movie. I found it to be so sad because the entire town kept on championing Lars' illness instead of confronting it and I just found that so unrealistic. On top of that, the ending was fucking cliched to hell. Gosling still did give a great performance though.

Michael Clayton, on the other hand, was fucking, fucking great. Sure, it's a movie that doesn't have a moral message. Shit, it isn't about anything at all. It's just about Michael Clayton (the Cloonster) digging in a little too much into other people's business. I hate the title of this movie. I really hate it when the title of a movie is just the name of the main character. That's just effing laziness man. The ending was fucking great, I loved the last line that Clooney gives to Swinton. And I watched it all for fucking free. Hooray for America, the land where people vote for a retarded monkey.

I also saw the Dixie Chicks documentary, Shut Up and Sing. It's a great little doc on how a couple of words said by Natalie Maines Pasdar (yes, the Dixie Chicks lead singer is married to Nathan Petrelli) fucks up her band's entire career. The doc just proved that many retards vote for a retard. America this, America that, and fuck you Toby Keith. It's sad that many rednecks stopped watching the Dixie Chicks just because what she said was true. The truth hurts doesn't it you retard redneck dumbfucks?

And that is why we need a fucking Democrat in the White House. At least we were liked by most of the world when Clinton was president. Bush just fucked that shit up because he was just retarded.