Dang homie!

Slow down! Gotta give me some time to get some new material unless you just teasing me which is fine. Might have another weird short story soon. Depends on homework. Im thinking something of an erotic nature to go along with some recent events

Kubo and the two strings review

What a spectacular movie. Lets focus first on the story itself. We open with a young woman adrift in a tumultuous sea. The raging waters and stormy clouds try and yank her down into a watery grave but her iron will and magical disposition saves her momentarily. Eventually, the seas prove too strong and shes pulled below with a sickening crack of her skull. Dragging herself along a beach, face cut and body broken, we see that she wasnt the only passenger on the ill fated boat. A young child was wrapped securely in a red robe is her reason for fleeing.

We open several years later with young kubo, the wrapped baby by the sea and his mom living in a cave facing the very ocean that tried to swallow them whole. What tranpires after that is a magical story about story telling and the magic that transpires in the words of a heroic tale. The story itself is a story. A story kubo is told as a boy by his mom and that he retells as well to local villagers. The movie becomes a living representation of what it means to remember and to retell the grand stories of our lives. Kubo is a story teller by trade, his magic is the ability to control paper and other objects to help advance the tale. A very simple but powerful allegory of how stories take on a different life to the reader/viewer. Its kubos life and history and we are the viewers sharing it with him while being told it. There are several moments where characters, upon worrying about their own demise, are reassured by realizing that our deaths are inevitable, that all stories have an end, but there may not be an end in their retelling. We live on in the words and memories of those who care to know our stories.

The performances in this movie were great with, spolier free i promise, characters with very subtle traits that really make sense after you reflect on the story later. The beetle night is the righteous hero with no memory and the monkey is the protective and somewhat cold protector. Their roles quickly change as the tale unfolds and the are played with such sincerity. Every character in story is played so well.

The animation though is so breath taking its almost distracting. The bulk of the sets and the entirety of the characters are hand crafted by some of the best artists in the game. The massive skeleton they do battle with was real and the post credits sequence really shows off the talent and skill of these folks and the beauty they created.

Saturday evening [now with edits!!!]

Man this is bad! Thats what happens when you type and walk/party. I can see each time i stopped, and i know you cant so its very incoherent. I do like i blatantly mentioned some folk. I guess non sober me doesnt give a FUCKKKK! Jk. Either way this is a roller coaster of memory for me and i know its slop for you. Ill step my game up later.

It was an overall fun weekend focused largely on attending various clubs and alcohol. I was "drunk" for about half an hour on Saturday with zero loss of control. The ladies tried to convince me to let go more but i dont know if i can. I dont know who i would be while drunk and id rather not be a burden to be honest. I would have preffered going to the club, even if it wouldve been packed, but one of the ladies would not have liked that. Instead we partied it up with all the fresh meat from the new semester. I will never appreciate the sudden influx of dumbasses that happens this time of year. It just gets worse and worse.

Next weekend outing id like to do something physical. A hike, a bike ride, an orgy (jkjkj) or something that gets the heart racing and muscles working is definitely desired. We do have a concert in phx coming up. That should be fun and tickets are still cheap. Well, if you continue reading after this, good luck! Its choppy garbage as i would spend thirty to forty seconds writting up some incoherent (separated by hours) thoughts.


3rd time drunk, i suppose, with 3 ladies. Lovely. Girl just vomitted in front of me. Get your shit together girl. So im going to live update this experience. At the hut, last time i saw you bokat, well techincally second to last time. Ive decided to say fuck it. I know either youre looking or someone else, your bf maybe but  i doubt, is so whatever. Youre like the only true reader other than myself so this is for you to laugh at me. Some girl just ralphed right in front of me. What bothers me most is the obsession to be with toxic people. It of course ended how i expected. I knew i shouldve said something. The amount of selfishness from L has always been there. Technically, its not wrong. I mean everyone's life is different so being slefish is fine but the thing is thats not how we live. We dont just disappear because some penis says to. Now, she never showed that this isnt a possibility, in fact i really just waiting for this to happen, but it is frustrating. Especially since all her stuff is here and she doesnt even have money or her ID...
I should've said something. It turned out pretty shitty. Lots of frustrated tears and cursing (cursing only from me).

It all got resolved in the morn though. Their were sincere apologies and pretty good talks. I still think a few more things need to be discussed but a later time. Shes gonna be a difficult friend for us. Shes a good person but is so prone to whims *cough boys cough* that dissappearing suddenly is not outside her wheel house and we will always worry. The things ive seen in my life to the people  i care the most for has just shown me that sometimes the wrong dumb choice is the one that hurts you or takes your life. I dont think i could lose another friend like that.

More firsts

Tried hookah for the first time the other day. Talk about a over hyped event. I can see being drunk or being high but hookah? That was some boring nonsense. Plus, after a few minutes it felt like sucking straight ash with me coughing and feeling like i was standing over the bbq. Not a bad experience, was with my ladies, but i wouldnt be clamoring to do it again. The Harry Potter shots at auld were read though. A shitty drink, curaco and schnapps, but it's more about the fire ball experience.

Uh. Dont have much else to report right now. Come back after the weekend.....gonna be some juicy deets after that huehuehue (try and laugh in the grossest way).

Can't sleep

Chasing ghosts in my head with my imagination just keeps me up. The witcher will protect me though, if i have the coin that is

Was a nice little chat

Had an interesting dream last night. Was chatting with an old friend, catching up over lost time, learning interesting developments, and reconnected. It was cathartic in the dream. Wounds, long since closed, were dressed and treated. The conversation was earnest and difficult at times but felt very cleansing afterwards.

It got me thinking though, could i make that a reality? Its always awkward to start those conversations up, especially after so much time had passed, but are they really awkward? Is that something inherit to the topic or are we just told it should be? I mean, we were always frank with each other in the apex of the friendship. Words were never held back. Now though, it seems like mountains have grown between our ears and climbing to the summit to shout to the other side had become this gargantuan task almost, or at least it feels that way. The dream was easy though. A quiet restaurant, some sweet smelling drinks, and empty plates were all that was between us at the time. Now obviously the dream never shows the preamble, the rising action to the climax of the movie. I don't know how to get there but it was nice if even in only my dreams.

Plus, all this marriage nonsense going on and the move? I don't know how you guys are doing but its been a bit too long for me to just but in ya know dude? Anyways.

School starts up again tomorrow. Yeay. Got some interesting classes this year, mostly classes that will help with the job. Shit like, integrated systems development, OO Programming, and hopefully some more linux or bios stuff. Kind of outside my scope at work but I wanna be lean and mean, you know?
This weekend we have one last blowout planned. It's been interesting watching the change. Hormones and the drugs that treat them have a funny affect on the mind. Really puts this whole reality concept into a weird little question.

Third time and still charmed

Last night, and this early morn, was a hoot and a half. Went to a Wednesday night concert featuring Kiev,  A Silent Film, and the always awesome Silversun Pickups. I really liked Kiev (link For the lazy). A group of very interesting dudes who just knocked it out of the park and had some pretty dope sax solos. A Silent Film was pretty good. Much more pop than i usually like but their presence was fun and their energy way up, they really got the crowd moving.

Silversun though....man. They always put on a great show.  This was the third time i have gone to see them and im still excited to see them again. They always mix in their hits into the set while also playing new songs. Its a great tribute to fans and a artistic release for them. Some bands we have seen try not to perform their hits to protect some kind of "artistic  integrity" but it always make them seem snob like. Went with two girls again, go figure, at the Rialto. Its a pretty decent venue but gets a little too sardine like for my tastes. Felt bad though, my boss was really looking forward to going but just didnt have the time.

Afterwards, went and hit the town and whats weird is i was nervous all day which is usually an omen that we are going to run into someone, which of course we did. My cousin. It wasnt bad but there is always that awkwardness. Really just a good thing it wasnt my aunt. Hope someone else went though. I know she had a blast last time at the fair. The bars were dead but we were like fuck it and had some really tasty shots [jolly rancher was the name and different flavors was the game]. Had fun till 4am chatting, laughing, having very introspective talks about feelings and the future. It was good times.

Well next concert planned is Miike Snow (link For the lazy again)

What is love

Baby don't hurt me. Dont hurt me. No more.

So the flight of the Conchords tickets may be too outrageous at this point, almost 200 for the two of us to sit in the balcony...Thankfully, the Miike Snow conert is gonna be much cheaper. The three us are gonna have a grand old time. They are one of those bands ive unknowingly liked for awhile, with several of their songs making me tap my toes and sing along before i even knew it was them. Theyll be accompanied by this kinda soulful kinda poppy woman whose name eludes me right now.

The meteor showers last week were pretty good. Not the show stoppers we were expecting but we may have been to close to the city to get the full affect. Did drive quite a ways out to see them better only to get pulled over for speeding once back in town...
Luckily, no ticket was written. I have am enormous amount of luck when it comes to evading those expenditures amd the other night was no exception.

Shit. Wasted too much time. Gotta get up and to work. Finish you later

Went out with l, my sister, and brother in law last weekend. It was pretty fun, much more reserved than some of other outings with l which is good. Less stress. Thankfully, one of the guys who is all up in her grill was more relaxed in his drive since j was there. He couldnt be himself i suppose.

Oh, going to silversun tomorrow. Gonna be dope

Bunch of clowns...

So ive been rocking a man bun for a year now. Getting better and better at doing them up but still people poke and jab at me. I dont care. Its just hair and i have enough self esteem to take it. Do to my almost trademark look though, the guys at work decided to all buy those berets with hair attached that look like buns....thats right, they clowning on me. Even the bald guys have a tuft of fake hair glued to their heads...

Maybe pics later.

My fat ass...

It makes me kind of nervous to say so

It has begun again. A very similar road is before us and the path is nearly cut the same. There's a growing feeling, the sensation felt before, that is all to familiar. I know she's growing more smitten and i as well but honestly not as much. Some events have played out in similar ways, with only a change of scenery and characters differentiating the two. Upbringing is the root of issues though. The cold rearing process, and its end (or lack there of), had seemingly produced two people similar and yet diametrically opposed in our path. There is something on my mind though. A feeling. Its almost like a scent in the wind. Like some cartoon pie resting on a windowsill and me tracking it back by the ephemeral scent lines that lift me from my feet.

My life has taken a turn i did not anticipate but had provided much intrigue. Hmm. Oh well. Good morning or good evening dear reader. Be well and remeber, Friendship is Manly

Suicide Squad Review

So i really wanted to like this movie. The advertising did change my initial reaction to the film from a maybe see to a really want to see. After watching it though, im torn. There are parts that were fun and less somber, as seen by the ads but then there were times it tried to shoe horn some emotional weight with the whole, "don't hurt my friends" thing. I did, overall, have fun with the movie. It was more like the hero movies of old (see early 2000s) with smart mouthed heroes who never break the pg 13 barrier but bristle in such a way they make you feel like they are close.

I like the characters if i dont look too deeply. Problem is, there are no establishing movies with these particular versions so having the weird, almost trailer like first act. The movie was very uneven with the film not finding its footing till around the second act and that footing was cliche at best (enjoyable though) or just plain stupid at worst. I liked Harley, Deadshot was OK after you got over the fact is just Will Smith in a funny suit (he always just plays Will Smith in a funny suit though), and everyone else was pretty forgettable. I hated the Joker. I never once believed he'd be a king pin of some crime syndicate as I just couldn't take him seriously, not like the Dark Knight's Joker. There was a guy, completely insane, but maybe he wasn't? Maybe it was all an act. That's what was so unnerving about him. The fact that he could be so brilliant that it could all be a ruse. This Joker was edgy with his tattoos and grill but that's all it was. Decoration. I never felt true menace from him and he was more of a deus ex machina really with no real development.

The worst had to be slipknot...Honestly? Kill him 45 seconds or so after introducing him. Yes, we all saw it coming with him not being in most of the trailers but come on.

The movie felt so uneven though and the antagonist was the antagonist because they assembled to protagonist. Talk about a flimsy setup. The only reason there was a bad guy was because they assembled the "good guys"! Total bullshit.

Overall, once you realized you wouldn't care about them as people with real thoughts or real feelings, they were great action figures duking it out on screen.

Little prince review

Talk about an emotional roller coaster. This movie starts off as expected, and a little cliche, with the intro of the young girl and her pushy mom into a highly rigid society devoid of creativity or personal expression. The muted palletes of their clothing and building styles contrast really well with the beautiful world they live in and against the perfectly subtle variations on character design the main characters have vs their contemporaries. The set up is simple but sets in motion this notion of "adultification" that children are subjected to.

In this setup, the little girl (i love that the characters have no names just like the source material) has a summer to study and get adultified before trying to get back in the academy she fainted in, sealing her fate. Of course, they end up living next to the aviator, the writer of the little prince story. Now, in my opinion, the aviator is a bit of a menace as he nearly kills the little girl in his opening scene!

So the little girl spend her entire summer, reluctant at first but with childhood mirth at the end, learning and telling about the little prince. Now, this movie takes a different approach to telling the story of the little prince. In the book, we largely follow the prince in his trials and tribulations from a recounting of his experiences by the aviator while the movie focuses more on the effect of the story on the girls life. I think this is the perfect way to tell this story in movie form. In my opinion, the little prince is about growing up but from a childs point of view and having the movie surround the little girl and her feelings on the story encapsulate that notion perfectly. It is a bit weird to see the little prince take a backseat in his own movie but thats kind of the point. His whole message was that the best things in life are often those things unseen.

Now, i did notice that some of the more "adult" elemnts were removed. The more obvious connections to the rose and the real life authors wife have been removed and the drunkard wallowing in self pity is also absent but referenced. Honestly, they would have been a bit inappropriate in conjuction with the rest of the film. I feel this retelling focused largely on the loss experienced when growing older. The loss of love (the rose), the loss of childhood joy and hope (the little prince sweeping in a factory) and death (the aviator being taken away to the hospital). To me, this movie was a method of teaching kids its okay to grow old and that loss is an unfortunate part of the whole bag. The idea though is to never forget the good, the love, and the lives that have touched you. Its a common motif but i believe this movie executed it very well.

This was just a quick review written on downtime at work. Like to hear your thoughts though dear reader(s).

Ps. Its been 5 years since i had a 22 inch hotdog in Phoenix...where does the time go?

Australia bound!

My upper boss came in the other day, friday, to let us know about budgeting. It would seem that our travel budget has been approved and come this Christmas time, i might be forwarding my presents to the Down Under! Thats right. The goal is to get the whole team, US and Aussie, together at the Canberra office. How exciting is that?! Plus, they wanna do it around the holiday time too so we can actually relax a bit while there. My work friends and i wanna do the traditional aussie thing but also wanna hit up an outback and drink some fosters, simply for the lols.

So, gotta get my passport all lined up!

Holy snaps, its getting more real. A tenative date has been established for the 14 or 15th. They even have desks available for us so we can some work done. Fuck. My first flight might be transcontinental! Thats pretty ridiculous

The beam does call

Weird. So i had the powerful urge to go downtown at a very specific time. Not sure why but i did. In truth, i planned to do my rounds then roll out but then bam, the beam it delivers. I hear a familiar voice and see some folk walking just to my right. Before waving, i see that a certain someone is with that voice. Shit! Thats what i thought. Here i am sweaty as fuck and bam. Now, fucking walking around and there right behind me. Even at this moment i sit. Waiting for the group to pass and of course a couple of girls decide to makeout next to me....noice but also awkward ad it draws attetion. Im mostly sober but to be safe i wait sitting on a walk like some vagrant. Its too hot for this game of chase but i like these live updates. I didnt bother bothering, there was a thought to send some drinks at mr heads but that was pacified. Definitely not marinated enough for that. Anyways, if you read this, hope you had a good night and got home safe.


Im home safe, in case you were wondering, and playing the witcher. From running around, ducking behind corners, to watching a still born monster being burried by her drunk of a father.
Not gonna lie, it was good to see you. You looked very good even if under a hat. Well, till next time spose.

Hello, can you hear me out there?

Are we psychically connected? Do you hear my voice (or my minds voice) at night? I suspect that its true. The beam connects us all, some more than others. Reach forth, grasp the knob and open the door. See through mine eyes, walk in my steps, taste the air in my lungs. Do you feel it? The connection, does it pull you? I bet it does. I see your name in the dust and hear your voice in the wind. Bother me not in my dreams, join with me in waking life.