My Five Faves

I have seen a lot of movies this year. Here are my favorites so far.

1. Scott Pilgrim: I just finished this for the third time. I don't think that this movie will ever wear out for me. There is just so much to love about it. From the amazing visuals to the video game references to the music, there is always something that will impress me while I watch it. The movie is wonderfully acted. Edgar Wright really knows how to make a movie.

2. Inception: this is the second movie ever that I saw two days in a row. I don't think Chris Nolan knows how to make a bad movie. The concept is intriguing and very smart. You have to really follow it closely to really enjoy the story, but the action is great too. And how about that ending?

3. Kick-Ass: it's not too often that a gritty comic book movie comes along where boundaries are pushed. Kick-Ass does just all of that with the over the top violence and the cursing of a 12 year old super heroine. The best part? It's all extremely well done. The movie was in production at the same time as the comic and therefore has some differences, but I'm not complaining with this one. Great, great movie.

4. Iron Man 2: not too sure why so many didn't really like this one. To this point, Iron Man has been my favorite mainstream comic hero brought to the silver screen (with the exception of Spider-man 1). It isn't as great as the first one and is significantly less action oriented, but the story is told well and paced perfectly by Favreau, who is also a wonderful editor.

5. How To Train Your Dragon: I don't often include animated movies in my top picks, but this one was spectacular. Great acting, wonderful animation, and an engaging story. Check it out.

What are your top 5?

Coco's Back and Black Ops

Last night I turned off wrestling before it ended. I never, ever, do that. But as a man who was insanely psyched when Conan O'Brien took over the Tonight Show from Jay Leno, you can imagine how upset I was when Jay went all Indian Giver on Conan and took his show back. Even as all good things eventually come to an end, Conan has returned to television with a vengeance.

Last night I was one of the 4.5 million people to watch his new show on TBS. I was extremely pleased with the new show and loved the piece where he shredded with Jack White. It was immensely satisfying and I'll be watching every night for the foreseeable future.

[May be a little spoil-ish]

Today I decided after much contemplation to buy Call of Duty: Black Ops. My main reasoning behind this decision was that I had several friends in real life and on Twitter who were going to play it. I was also pleased to find that the game does not occur during World War II (but only briefly) or during the current war that they had heavily stylized. I know the story of WWII and don't need to hear it again. I also care very little for the desert and much of the last two games have occurred in these settings.

I played the first two levels of the campaign and so far am enjoying the Cold War setting. The games are known for their heavily stylized selection of fictionalized war based on actual wars during history. It's almost Hollywood-esqe in over the top style. I mean how fun is it to be the secret agent that assassinates Castro? Very cool.

I also played a match of online multiplayer, my first ever. I did as well as any person who hasn't played would be expected to. 3 kills all in a row but ended up dying 10 times. I'm sure after I have a few matches under my belt, I will play a little better. If only marginally. I think I am really going to enjoy it. Aside from sharing it with Cade.

Coco's Back and Black Ops

Last night I turned off wrestling before it ended. I never, ever, do that. But as a man who was insanely psyched when Conan O'Brien took over the Tonight Show from Jay Leno, you can imagine how upset I was when Jay went all Indian Giver on Conan and took his show back. Even as all good things eventually come to an end, Conan has returned to television with a vengeance.

Last night I was one of the 4.5 million people to watch his new show on TBS. I was extremely pleased with the new show and loved the piece where he shredded with Jack White. It was immensely satisfying and I'll be watching every night for the foreseeable future.

[May be a little spoil-ish]

Today I decided after much contemplation to buy Call of Duty: Black Ops. My main reasoning behind this decision was that I had several friends in real life and on Twitter who were going to play it. I was also pleased to find that the game does not occur during World War II (but only briefly) or during the current war that they had heavily stylized. I know the story of WWII and don't need to hear it again. I also care very little for the desert and much of the last two games have occurred in these settings.

I played the first two levels of the campaign and so far am enjoying the Cold War setting. The games are known for their heavily stylized selection of fictionalized war based on actual wars during history. It's almost Hollywood-esqe in over the top style. I mean how fun is it to be the secret agent that assassinates Castro? Very cool.

I also played a match of online multiplayer, my first ever. I did as well as any person who hasn't played would be expected to. 3 kills all in a row but ended up dying 10 times. I'm sure after I have a few matches under my belt, I will play a little better. If only marginally. I think I am really going to enjoy it. Aside from sharing it with Cade.

All the Good Ones

I have been a single man, thank God--a horrible story for another time, for about two years now. For the most part I've enjoyed every second of it. Having left what most would have described as a backwards and mortifying relationship behind, I find myself always daydreaming of pursuing another chance at love, but never really feel like I am ready to.

In a perfect world a relationship would have all of the perks and none of the setbacks. It may be a side effect of my previous relationship (and I'm fairly certain it is) but I feel that no matter how much you initially click, the both of you are going to get worn out on the other and eventually end up arguing about something. That's not to say that you don't continue to love each other, but as a person that dislikes verbal confrontation with loved ones, I have a hard time handling arguments.

Now I'm not a guy most women actively pursue but I have had a couple that, because of my reluctance, I ignored advances and subtle--and sometimes not so subtle--hints of interest shown toward me. However my baby sister just celebrated her second year anniversary with her boyfriend by getting engaged (I'm super proud for her don't get me wrong), but I already have one younger sibling who is married and has a beautiful one year old daughter. I just feel like I'm being left behind.

So I have been looking around, thinking about trying to get a date. Confidence is a hard thing to build, but walking and feeling better as I lose some weight helps. But here's what I've found. Most of the potential courtships are girls/women who aren't single. It seems that as some sort of cruel insult, all the good ones are taken. I know true love takes time, and I guess that's just what I'm going to have to do. Take my time. I need to find someone with a good head on her shoulders; one who cares more for who I am than what I am. And then, maybe, I'll find my Good One who won't be taken.

The IQ of a House Plant

There is no doubt that the Christmas shopping season is just around the corner. It seems that every day there are more and more questions being asked, opinions being given, and items bought. It's really a smart idea to start early. That is if you buy gifts other than gift cards (that's how I roll).

I desperately want to try and be kindhearted and patient this Holiday season, but there will inevitably be a time where I am tested by the ignorance of some people. Customer service is hard! This is my favorite time of year by far and always will be no matter what I end up having to deal with on the retail front.

Today was a day that was a sort of precursor to the business that is soon to start pouring in. Everywhere we turned we had someone stopping to ask where something was or to get our "educated" opinion on certain products. However, one man stuck out to me.

He was a self-admitted bi-polar man who wanted to pick my brain. So knowing the situation and the person I was working with, I immediately adjusted accordingly and was prepared to help until he also added, "now, I have the IQ of a house plant..." Rapidly I pushed back the urge to laugh but realized that he himself was smiling about the "joke" he had just made and we shared a short chuckle.

I helped him as much as he needed and oft stared at the massive snow goggles he had hanging around his neck, casually wondering where he was using them. This guy was different, but not in a harmful or repulsive way. His innocence attributed to his knowledge of what he wanted and his willingness to share information that may or may not have been pertinent to the conversation made him easy to work with and even though meaner people may have found him repulsive or off-putting, I would not have minded helping him as much as needed.

Quite a cool guy.

Always a Kid at Heart

Last night, due to a friend's Halloween costume, I got the urge to watch Hook. I love Netflix because of this. I am able to find most older movies like Hook and watch them on a whim. But I digress. I'm going to be honest, we owned Hook on VHS but I hadn't watched it since the mid-nineties. Since that time I've grown wiser and, against all odds, older.

Being older, I understood a lot of the language, themes, and jokes present in the movie. Never before whilst I watched it did I ever think I would grow up as they harassed Peter for. I just thought that I'd remain much the same as Peter Pan and his Lost Boys and stay young forever.

Boy was I wrong.

I am twenty-seven short days from turning 26. By all accounts I should in turn be much like Peter Banning (Williams's character). I have a job, I pay bills, and although I am single, I expect one day to have a kid(s) of my own that I can attempt to raise to become decent human beings like I am. However much I am forced to adhere the aforementioned adult qualities, I fear that I may never want to quit being akin to a kid.

Some may call it immature or look down on me for wanting to play games or do things that children may enjoy just as much as me, but I don't think that any amount of ridicule will force me to quit enjoying them. In fact, I love moments like tonight when I brought home the Toy Story collection and Cade's eyes lit up. He sat with me through the whole movie and laughed and said "aww" at all the right moments. It was awesome!

I think it is qualities like this that will make me a great parent one day. A parent who is there for his kid(s) and can relate to them. Because as much as the world may drive them to become adults to survive, they will never want to give up the things that shape who they eventually become.

Just a Test

I want to see how photos go to blogger with Posterous.

Ruffio, Ruffio, Ruffio!!!

A Novel Situation

I get asked quite a bit why I never finished my novel. It's a bit of a long story, but the short of it is that it was my attempt to write about a character who experienced things in his life that I had not. I wanted to live the fantasies that I once thought I'd never experience through the adventures of this character.

I know that he would have done things that aren't possible in this world, but the more important things were that he would experience love (for the first time), an eventual family, and an overall sense of being wanted that I hadn't had the chance to encounter in the 19 short years I had lived at the time I began writing it.

Of course I blame it on, frequently, having found--what I thought at the time--was the best thing that could happen to me. Someone who claimed to have loved me as much as I loved them back. The novel fell to the wayside.

Now that I have left that disaster--yet still a learning experience--behind, I find myself traveling back to the world that my mind occupied for two years. I find new characters there, new situations, and a longing, a desire, to return there and finish the story I so long ago started. Perhaps one day I will find that drive to finish what I so long ago started.

Ruination

So this morning I was in a perfectly good mood. I got up didn't feel tired, went to church, and joked around. Supposed to be a good day, no?

My parents celebrated an old Southerner Tradition last night when they invited our duck huntin' cousins over and had a fish fry! Immediately after dinner ended I packed a plate for lunch and left to go play Magic the Gathering at a friend's house. Now to do this I had to bring my cards with me that I normally leave at work.

When I left the house for work today I grabbed my cards to put up at work (for play on later lunches), put my lunch in a plastic bag and mooshed my Harry Potter book between my arm. Getting in the car with hands full was a chore, let alone getting out the same way when I arrived at work.

I looked goofy. If I had seen me I'd've laughed.

Not twelve feet in the door at work, head down trying to adjust the slipping-from-my-grasp objects, a stupid, lazy (let me reiterate LAZY; as almost 99% of shoppers at this retail giant can't do anything for themselves) woman in her mid-life crisis found it absolutely necessary to break my concentration and target me in my blue shirt and ask, "where are the magazines?"

"Well if you'd look you'd find them," was the first thought in my unusually witty mind, but the good christian boy in me was fed up with laziness said something just as bad.

"They're over next to electronics," I instead said in my most non-polite leave-me-the-hell-alone voice. I then sighed very loudly so that she knew she had made me mad, and I walked off shaking my head in disgust.

Why of all of the blue shirts that are in that place did she choose the guy with hands full of stuff that the normal employee would not carry around? In the end it all comes back around to that one word. LAZY! She saw a blue shirt (which I am vehemently opposed to because it takes away the privacy I get between time swipes) and didn't care anything at all about what that person had or might be doing and lazily asked for what helped her out.

I am not opposed to helping people out, but I seriously doubt that my insurance guy would want me to show up and ask him to insure my car at anytime before he begins his shift.

This disregardless woman ruined my good mood and day, and subsequently the day of many who interacted with me thereafter, because she refused to do something for herself.

I hope your Better Homes And Gardens was worth it bitch.

As an afterthought, it is not acceptable to get mad or be pissy with someone who helps you out. It is not my fault that you have to wait five minutes for a fabric lady to cut your fabric because she covers four departments (that's a story for another blog). Disrespecting me will get you the same disrespect in turn.

Of Magic in Shanaan

I just found this in an old blog. I love it. It just may have inspired me to finish this story.


Magic is an all-encompassing entity, a pool of power to be drawn from, given by the gods to the elves as a gift for being the firstborn. Magic can be used for anything. The first elves used it to build great empires and cities, master the elements, heal the sick and wounded, and of course changed their appearances. The only limit to the use of magic is the imagination of the user; a danger in and of itself. For thousands of years the elves, pure of heart, used it for good. With time and practice, the elves became great wizards.
Saergoth was one such great wizard, but his love for the humans led him to betray the secret of magic, and he told the humans and taught them in its uses. Angered, the gods took magic from the elves, granting its use to those who they chose; elves who bore the Mark of the Scion. Anyone who tried to draw on the power of magic was met with disasterous results. Saergoth was seen as a traitor to his own kind and outcast into the wild with nothing. For years he tried endlessly to draw from the once-present pool of magic. He grew insane. It was the only thing he loved more than the humans.
With their help, Saergoth was able to discover a way in which he and the races of men could draw the magic and focus it so that using it would not cause catastrophes. Jewels called firestones--because of the illusion of a fire burning at their core when shaped into a perfect sphere--focused the magic. The only sideefects of its use, if not used sparingly, were headaches and blurred vision because of the strain it placed on the user. Magic became commonplace in everyday society. Saergoth, knowing of its destructive results if not focused, became inspired and sought to replicate its destructive force when focused. The destructive power grew greater. Eventually humans would discover this property as well and as a result a rebellion was led by Alanon Kundark to eliminate firestones from all of human society. After years of human civil war, the firestones were taken and destroied--Saergoth was outcast yet again; this time confined to a fortress-prison for the rest of time--and magic disappeared once again. Secret groups and organizations mined firestones and secretly honed their abilities, something the humans would be happy for after a thousand years of Saergoth's captivity.

TweetDeck for the iPhone

Been a while since I posted and I'm laying here waiting for the iPhone 3.0 update.

My interest today is on TweetDeck for the iPhone. I have used quite a few twitter applications for my phone but none of them have impressed me quite as much as TweetDeck.

The application runs much like the desktop version, allowing multiple column views for tweets. Columns can also be assigned for multiple accounts, allowing a quick view of your accounts.

What really sets this application apart is it's API counter and reset timer. Heavy users of twitter commonly meet the API error that prohibits tweets until the conclusion of the hour. Knowing how much I can tweet is stupendous.

My only complaint so far is that the application oft times assumes that Internet is slow or absent and gives off an error. I am not sure why since an iPhone is always connected to the Internet. This doesn't hasn't happened over wi-fi but could easily be fixed in a future update.

Overall I am rather impressed with the application. So much in fact that I am writing a blog detailing my first impressions of it.

If you haven't already, download TweetDeck for your iPhone and say goodbye to Tweetie for good.

Secret Keys

I used to be a good writer. At least I thought so myself, thank'ee. I was working on a novel almost full time when I had free time between classes. It was mapped out and sequels and their subsequent plotlines were at least floating around in my brain. There were even chapter summaries, 43 in all, which were a paragraph long descriptions of the action, important dialogue, and the twists planned to keep my potential readers turning the pages like so many authors had done to me before.

I wrote the first four chapters in rather short order. I read and re-read them over and over. A friend even offered to proof them as well. In reading them I found that as I mentioned above, I was a good writer. Perhaps I was even the next King or Rowling. But after the first four I became distracted, most likely attributed to being a twenty year old kid who just wanted to hang out with his friends. Having a girlfriend didn't help either. Not that it was a bad thing. It was, still is, a learning experience. You never really know who you are until you have someone who's always there to give feedback and character criticisms, but I digress.

Bored with my progress, I quit writing all together.

A great writer, Robert Jordan (a man who influenced how I wrote at the time), once said during an interview that "ALL writers who are good writers are also good readers. A successful writer like myself becomes so by reading. I'm not talking about a summer book club regimen, but rather thousands. Only then will you become successful." At the time I was discouraged. Here I was trying to find tips and struggling to stay motivated and one of my favorites is saying I can't do it well unless I've read "thousands" of books. I love to read, but "thousands?" Even before I had expressed intrest in writing I read all the time and at best I had only read two hundred.

Discouraged even further, I quit all together. The ideas, as I consider myself a creative genius, continued to build up in my brain. But like Jonesy in "Dreamcatcher" would say, I keep them in a filing cabinet in my brain, locked in a secret room.

Now I am writing a blog and I notice that I do not write quite as good as I used to. I sit in front of my computer and try to regurgitate my ideas, but the story that goes on in my head, vivid as it may be, never comes to fruition when the sysnapses fire and move my fingers along the keys. Hopefully in time it will return. I now realize that like any sport, writing takes practice. A lot of practice. So hopefully, with time, it will come. These ideas are banging to escape. The door to that secret filing room is flexing, but how good of a door can it be if it were to break. It needs a key, a key only I can provide.

I'm a Freaking Hybrid

Sorry for not posting another technique in a couple of days. Work has sucked and for the last two days it has been Icy and rainy. We even lost power for a couple of hours last night. I wanted to run an idea out to all of the ninja vs. pirate fans. It's a story I want to write from time to time on this blog.

Jaques Luc Gagnon was just a child when his parent's, rich merchants from Marseilles, ship was overrun with pirates on a trading route to Japan. He was taken, as a recruit, by the Demon Captain Bronzebeard because of his fiery spirit and determination to "slay" the pirates invading the Mist Maiden. Jaques was trained from childhood to be a ruthless killer and plunderer. However, one day after his fifteenth birthday, the crew of the Demon Queen was attacked and destroyed trying to take a small ship in the North Japanese Ocean. Jaques saved himself with quick thinking and escaped as the Demon Queen met her demise in the cold waters of the ocean. A day later he washed ashore near a small village in Japan and held his own as a clan of mysterious ninjas tried to kill him. Impressed by his still fiery spirit, the leader of the clan took him back to their village where Jaques explained what had happened to him all those years ago. Manamoto, the leader, told Jaques that it had been men from his clan that defeated Bronzebeard, but also explained discontent in not being able to recover a corpse resembling Bronzebeard. Manamoto agreed to teach Jaques the Ways of the Ninja and vowed to help him find Bronzebeard and exact revenge upon the vile pirate Captain.

That's the idea in a nutshell. For the past couple of days, those following my twitter account have noticed me exclaiming that I am a Pirate trained in the Ways of the Ninja, thus referring to myself as a hybrid. I've always loved pirates and ninjas and feel that this could be a pretty cool story if I told it right. It's still rough and the names are just off the top of my head, but I think with some planning it could be a really cool Blovel (my combination of the words Blog and Novel). Let me know what you think, either with comments here or @dreyk replies on twitter and I'll work out the kinks and post the first chapter soon.

It's All in the Technique: Ryu (et. al)

Oh the memories. I used to sit with my brother and neighbors and waste countless hours of my childhood in front of the tv, hands glued to the SNES controller as I shouted words that only my parents were "allowed" to say. It was during this period of my adolesence that I fell in love with today's technique, the Hadouken.

The Hadouken is a special move in Street Fighter II (and all other subsequent reiterations of essentially the same game) used by two characters whose only difference was a head swap of the sprite that represented them in game. For years it has been referred to as a fireball, but for Japanese enthusiasts it means "wave motion fist."

The setup for the move is just the same as Sub-Zero and Goku, the user brings his hands to either the left or right side of his body at hip level. Holding the palms parallel and cupped the attacker charges and conentrates their chi into a ball of energy. At the desired level the user thrusts both hands forward uncupping their hands into a flat position effectively propeling the blast forward.

Over the years several other users have been taught to use it. Sakura, Ryu's biggest fan, learned the move from him but the move is hardly effective other than slowing down the attacker for a quick hit. Another character who tried to learn it and was refused is Dan. A kind of joke character, Dan was refused training and set out to learn the move on his own. He called it the Godouken, or self-taught wave motion fist. The hilarity is that he is a crummy martial artist and the move only travels mere inches in front of him as opposed to going nearly all the way across screen before it fizzles out entirely. Others have tried to mimic the move but only one, Gouken (Ken and Ryu's master), ever actually used it with effectivness. He could use it with one hand.

There is no question that the Hadouken is an awesome technique to use. Although it may not be as dramatic as the Kamehameha (although in Street Fighter IV Ryu charges it up close with electricity swirling all around him during his ultra combo), the Hadouken is an amazing move to behold and a easy one to do in the games.

Sorry

Sorry I didn't post a technique last night. I tend to become extremely lazy on my days off. I will post "Hadouken" this evening. And I am starting a new post called "So Geek." It's a pun on So Sheek. It will focus on geeky things such as characters and places from universes like Star Wars. It could end up focusing completely on Star Wars. So to all of my one viewers look for both this evening.

[Edit] I am starting that blog. It is going to be Star Wars based only and I am going to attempt to find something every day that is obscure in the Star Wars universe and if not I am going to post a character profile and tell you what I like about that character. I will try to keep up with it daily and I am going to call it "The Cantina."

It's All in the Technique: Sub-Zero

For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed Mortal Kombat. Perhaps it is the overt, over the top violence that has always appealed to me. I loved playing for hours upon hours even though I always lost, and all I could do was thrown a spear or ice ball at an opponent. If Scorpion had not been present in Mortal Kombat then it is likely that the subject of discussion tonight would have been my favorite Kombatant.

I guess I like Sub-Zero because his technique is very similar to both Goku and Ryu's. When he throws an Icy Blast at an opponent Sub-Zero brings his hands behind the sides of his body and holds his hands half-cupped, palms parallel while the blast of icy cold goodness forms in his hands. After it has reached it's maximum, Sub-Zero thrusts his palms outward in front of his body uncupping his hands so that they are flat. This effectively propels the projectile forward at the opponent, and upon successfully hitting said opponent, they are frozen in place allowing a free hit for Sub-Zero.

Over the last couple of years Sub-Zero has become a lot cooler, pun intended, as continued use of this blast has permanantly frozen his forearms and hands in a kind of see through way. However, what seems to make this move seem so appealing to me is because of the way it is executed. As it is similar to the other two techniques in execution, I doubt that it is the most impactful. A free hit is cool, but it cannot always win the match.

It's All in the Technique

I'm coming at you like a fireball to the face. Get ready, 'cause over the next few nights I am gonna bring all the babes to their geeky knees and make all the dudes wanna have nerdgasms.

For the next few days I am going to analyze, describe, and try (although I may ultimately be unsuccessful) to decide which of the following is my favorite, and hopefully give you, the reader, insight to make a similar decision.

I want to look at Sub-Zero's Icy Blast, Ken and Ryu's Hadouken, and Goku's Kamehameha. All three are sleek, attractive moves and in the games, have same input command. Then I will make the feeble, but needed attempt to tell you which is my favorite and explain my reasons.

Tonight we look at Sub-Zero.

It's the Zombie Apocalypse

I am currently obsessed with zombies. Over the last two weeks I have bought or have been given 7 zombie movies and 2 books about surviving zombie attacks and/or epidemics.

Yesterday I watched four of those movies. Three of them were the Resident Evil live action movies loosely based on the game series. In the past I had watched the first one and Apocalypse. Extinction was new to me and seemed like a bit of a PG-13 horror flick although it was rated R. I enjoy RE and therefore enjoyed the movies. What surprised me was the fourth movie I watched.

Resident Evil Degeneration is a cgi movie that was gorgeous. It was kind of a 4.5, following the events just after game 4. Although I kind of felt like I was watching the in game movies, I still felt drawn to the story. I was pleased to see an old favorite in Claire Redfield in the cast and Leon S. Kennedy is just a zombie slaying badass. Overall I was pleased with the movie. A nice RE5 trailer came on the disc as well.

I bought The Zombie Diaries tonight and plan to watch it in the next couple of days, but for now I am going to rest because I have spent the last couple of days under the weather. I will also post a review of "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks as I finish it.

I'm Gonna Kill You Dead!

Frank Miller is a literary genius.

Over the last four years the graphic novel/comic book industry has made the transition from paper medium to a film medium. Some movies have flopped in over stylized computer generated fashion, but a few have become masterpieces. At least if they don't try too many sequels, Spider-man.

Once again Miller is able to take a story made for the pages of a comic book and turn it into a pretty darn good movie. Before watching this movie I checked out a couple of reviews that claimed the characters were dull and static. Some even said that it was full of cheesey lines. That seems to be all that they were correct on. Some lines were dull and cheesey.

The actors were seemed to work well together and although seriously against the other's beliefs often times worked comedically together. Gabriel Macht was a bit unknown to me when I saw his name in the credits but others such as Sam Jackson and Eva Mendes are more mainstream actors but worked well in their roles. I was excited to see Jamie King as Death in the movie. She seems like she is Miller's go-to-gal now having been in Sin City (as Goldie) and the Spirit.

I have never read a copy of The Spirit as it was created and gained popularity in the 40s. I was not familiar with the characters nor the story going into the theater. Given Miller's tendency to exagerate his stories, i.e. 300, I'm sure the story told on screen is much different than that of Will Eisner's. The story he crafts however works extremely well and kept me entertained the whole way. Without spoiling anything The Spirit (Macht) is the mortal enemy of The Octopus (Jackson). Ol Eight legs wants the blood of Heracles as it will grant him immortality. Things are further complicated when a old flame Sand Seraph (Mendez) comes to town and joins in on the fun. There is plenty of backstory and the stylized visuals that Miller has become famous for make the presentation of the movie wonderfully remarkable.

As I said above I don't know how anyone that has previously reviewed this movie could give it such low scores (12 out of 100 on Rotten Tomatoes). I would easily give it a B+. Leaving the theater I wondered when I would watch it again. Mr. Miller sir, your movies have that effect on me, as soon as I've seen one I have to see it again and again. It was worth every penny.

Dear Diary, You're Fired

I have made previous other, and I must say futile, attempts at keeping up with a blog. I remember that blogging had just began to gain popularity when I surrendered my blog v-card and the big one--it still is--was Xanga. A funny word a friend of mine kept mentioning in biology. I made an account and maybe posted twice before I forgot my log in and gave up on it entirely. After I was convinced to finally join MySpace I tried again, this time with a bit more success than the previous attempt. MySpace, though, is a tricky mistress whom you must caress and shower with constant gifts of love and attention, and it wasn't nice that trying to post a blog was just too tedious and sloppy. Not to mention that it quickly became a place that would give inspiration to Twitter. All my friends cared about was updating their statuses to some cryptic entry that allowed me to guess what could be going on in their all-important lives. Well that and fluffing their friends list with bands and comedians as to give them bragging rights about having more friends than I do.

So here I am trying it again with an actual blogging client. I have plans that I want to try out. I want to post movie reviews, customer of the day entries, creative writings, and anything else intresting that may cross my mind. I have an iPhone--and no I'm not bragging, not any more--so I can post on the go. If I take a picture of something funny and want to post it I will. So I hope that everyone reading this likes what I have to say and if not tell me and argue your point but a readership is what I want.

So take that diary. We had a good run together but I have nothing to say to you that everyone else can't know as well. I hate to toss you in the garbage and sadly watch you go, but if it makes you feel better I'll place you in gently. Fuck You, you're fired!