I'm missing waiting for my kids' coming home from school
I'm missing looking at my kids on the floor drawing
I'm counting the minutes when I can be with them
Yes, minutes as those are all we have together
I'm missing coming to them, instead of having them come to me
I'm missing jumping down onto the floor to them, and not having them drag me down instead
I'm missing their carefree ignorance to the world ready to bite your head off and spit you out
No, they're not part of that world for they feel
And they see me as they want to hear me
And they hear me although they soon lose interest in me
They go after me yet they are so ready to ditch me for a new set of plaything
They want to play with me so they can beat me again and again
I miss them for that
And I want to go home having them eagerly waiting for me but will it mean they have been missing me?
I pray that they do not miss me 'cause it hurts to miss
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
"Flick it, baby. Fick it, I say." --A Nintendo DS Game Review--
It is known as Rhythm Tengoku Gold in Japan and it has finally been translated to English bearing the title: Rhythm Heaven.
And, boy, if it ain't heaven...
In this delightfully funny game, you get to hold your DS book-style, thus, you play the game totally using your stylus (and hearing).
Rhythm Heaven is a--as its name tels us-- a rhythm game. Ehm. You get to tap the touchscreen and also often times, flick the stylus on the touchscreen's surface, following the beat of 8-bit music or chiptunes, though sometimes there are some silly short cutie songs that you just gotta fall in love with after hearing them.
The game is divided into tens of short rhythm games each telling different "story," and Remix game where the short rhythm games are --err-- remixed.
Each rhythm game is funny, with many of them are so hilarious that they got me laughing so hard, I lose (There. If that's not one of the cheapest way to admit that the game beat you flat, I don't know what is); and each time we make a mistake, i.e. late to tap or to flick we'll get an evil eye from either a pair of monkeys, or a couple of ducks or whatever it is that accompanies you. You might even get a bird pooping on your mug. While you are an Easter Island statue. Now, THAT is funny.
And that's what I find as the biggest challenge in playing the game: Not to laugh and concentrate on the rhythm.
I sometimes find myself NOT looking at the screen and just use my hearing to get that "perfect-timing" to tap, and it often works.
The game is brought to you by the people that made Warioware games, so you know that wacky, crazy, insulting situation is the norm in this Gold.
And, boy, if it ain't heaven...
In this delightfully funny game, you get to hold your DS book-style, thus, you play the game totally using your stylus (and hearing).
Rhythm Heaven is a--as its name tels us-- a rhythm game. Ehm. You get to tap the touchscreen and also often times, flick the stylus on the touchscreen's surface, following the beat of 8-bit music or chiptunes, though sometimes there are some silly short cutie songs that you just gotta fall in love with after hearing them.
The game is divided into tens of short rhythm games each telling different "story," and Remix game where the short rhythm games are --err-- remixed.
Each rhythm game is funny, with many of them are so hilarious that they got me laughing so hard, I lose (There. If that's not one of the cheapest way to admit that the game beat you flat, I don't know what is); and each time we make a mistake, i.e. late to tap or to flick we'll get an evil eye from either a pair of monkeys, or a couple of ducks or whatever it is that accompanies you. You might even get a bird pooping on your mug. While you are an Easter Island statue. Now, THAT is funny.
And that's what I find as the biggest challenge in playing the game: Not to laugh and concentrate on the rhythm.
I sometimes find myself NOT looking at the screen and just use my hearing to get that "perfect-timing" to tap, and it often works.
The game is brought to you by the people that made Warioware games, so you know that wacky, crazy, insulting situation is the norm in this Gold.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Movie Review (What a title...)
I saw a movie the other week,
It was a cartoon, and as I sat there watching I couldn't believe the technological breakthrough in computer animation making the characters and everything else in this cartoon looking so deliciously yet dangerously lifelike
It was a cartoon for adults as it was intensely pornographic:
I saw obligatory head blows, chests burst and a stripper's breasts getting worked up the way you just gotta see to believe ....*shudder (in a tingly way)*
I saw over-the-top violence, it was pornographic
I saw a couple doing the "usual," but with a tinge of suggestion of bestiality (Is there such a thing as a BIG tinge? Oh well...)
I saw Rockstar's GTA all over the cartoon:
Carjacks, the bad-guy-main character's plight running from/after the the even-badder bad guys, over-the-top postures of the guys and girls. And gays. Kungfu fighting, music-pumping, obligatory-strip-club-bar-fighting etc. etc.
I also saw Rockstar's Bully in the cartoon:
vandalizing and fighting on the field
A parody? A plagiarism? An homage? A plagiarism as an homage to parodize? "Hurm..." as only Rorschach could deliver.
I saw a man making a desperate effort to save his li'l man from getting castrated, and that makes that man a brother a mine...
I saw the film and I couldn't help playing again the movie "Shoot 'em Up" in my mind, and made comparison. And decided that "Shoot 'em Up" is the better one.
I saw myself enjoying the cartoon, tho' the cartoon--which is a sequel--fell short from its first film. I guess the directors (same people that made the first film) tried so hard to up 'everything' in the sequel with the result most things blew (tho' not necessarily in a bad way)
I saw sweet Amy Smart, going at it again with that bloke, Jason Statham, and got hot under the collar... The bastard...
I saw the application of Law of Physics that I personally loved so much to experiment when I was but a tyke (You remember when you used to just love to rub plastic rulers as hard you might on the wooden table at school to generate static electricity after which you then got your friend's hair stood with that electrified ruler? Aah, those were the days..). On an elderly lady. Natch.
I saw a plot so ridiculous, the film has GOT to be a cartoon...
I had 90-minutes guilty-pleasure fun, that I can't wait to watch Postal again.
Title: Crank: High Voltage
Writers-Directors: Mark Neveldine & Brian Taylor
Cast: Jason Statham, Amy Smart, Dwight Yoakam, Clifton Collins Jr, David Carradine(?)
It was a cartoon, and as I sat there watching I couldn't believe the technological breakthrough in computer animation making the characters and everything else in this cartoon looking so deliciously yet dangerously lifelike
It was a cartoon for adults as it was intensely pornographic:
I saw obligatory head blows, chests burst and a stripper's breasts getting worked up the way you just gotta see to believe ....*shudder (in a tingly way)*
I saw over-the-top violence, it was pornographic
I saw a couple doing the "usual," but with a tinge of suggestion of bestiality (Is there such a thing as a BIG tinge? Oh well...)
I saw Rockstar's GTA all over the cartoon:
Carjacks, the bad-guy-main character's plight running from/after the the even-badder bad guys, over-the-top postures of the guys and girls. And gays. Kungfu fighting, music-pumping, obligatory-strip-club-bar-fighting etc. etc.
I also saw Rockstar's Bully in the cartoon:
vandalizing and fighting on the field
A parody? A plagiarism? An homage? A plagiarism as an homage to parodize? "Hurm..." as only Rorschach could deliver.
I saw a man making a desperate effort to save his li'l man from getting castrated, and that makes that man a brother a mine...
I saw the film and I couldn't help playing again the movie "Shoot 'em Up" in my mind, and made comparison. And decided that "Shoot 'em Up" is the better one.
I saw myself enjoying the cartoon, tho' the cartoon--which is a sequel--fell short from its first film. I guess the directors (same people that made the first film) tried so hard to up 'everything' in the sequel with the result most things blew (tho' not necessarily in a bad way)
I saw sweet Amy Smart, going at it again with that bloke, Jason Statham, and got hot under the collar... The bastard...
I saw the application of Law of Physics that I personally loved so much to experiment when I was but a tyke (You remember when you used to just love to rub plastic rulers as hard you might on the wooden table at school to generate static electricity after which you then got your friend's hair stood with that electrified ruler? Aah, those were the days..). On an elderly lady. Natch.
I saw a plot so ridiculous, the film has GOT to be a cartoon...
I had 90-minutes guilty-pleasure fun, that I can't wait to watch Postal again.
Title: Crank: High Voltage
Writers-Directors: Mark Neveldine & Brian Taylor
Cast: Jason Statham, Amy Smart, Dwight Yoakam, Clifton Collins Jr, David Carradine(?)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Manusia Serba Tidak
Sebagian manusia memang makhluk serba tidak.
Kita tak bisa puas, tak bisa terima kalah.
Manusia tidak gampang melihat ke belakang, tidak rajin bikin rencana ke depan.
Kita tak rajin minta maaf, tak sungkan jegal belakang.
Manusia tidak boleh ngeliat yang lebih bagus, tidak terima ngantri di belakang.
Kita tak tahan dikasih cobaan, tak pernah brenti teriak ngeluh.
Manusia tidak bisa sekuat gunung, tidak pernah berkaca melihat lemahnya.
Dan ini mengingatkan saya kepada sebuah buku yang saya baca belum lama berselang. Buku yg menarik perhatian selain karena judul dan sub-judulnya, juga karena saya mendapatkan pertanyaan yang tak terduga, membuat jengah, tergugu kelu hilang kata.
Sepanjang membaca buku perasaan saya campur aduk: bete, marah, mahfum, jengkel, berusaha untuk mengerti, tanam simpati, korek empati. Semua perasaan ini tertuju kepada tokoh yang saya anggap adalah tokoh antagonis dari cerita: Seorang manusia muda diberkahi kesehatan dan rupa yang prima, bisa sekolah, punya teman dan keluarga.
Diawal dia menyibukkan diri berbagai aktivitas yang diyakininya bisa membawa kebaikan bagi semua.
Hampir di sepanjang cerita dia melakukan komunikasi dengan yang saya sebut tokoh protagonis dalam cerita: Komunikasi dalam bentuk aksi maupun dalam bentuk kata-kata--bersuara maupun cukup dalam sukma. Mereka dekat--mungkin lebih dekat dari pada antara saya dan Yang Serba Maha.
Tokoh antagonis dan tokoh protagonis muncul di setiap halaman cerita.
Memasuki babak kedua dari cerita, serbuan berat dia terima. Segala rencana dan persekongkolan yang sudah jadi tumpuannya, lenyap buyar digerus aparat.
Oleh kolega dan orang yang dianngap sebagai pembimbing, dia merasa tercampakkan dan dikhianati.
Cerita berlanjut dan dia mulai memandang heran kepada tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita tadi:
"Kemana kamu dikala aku tercampak?" Mau apa kamu ada di sana? tanyaku sementari jemari membalik halaman buku.
Lanjutan cerita semakin mengikis rasa simpati. Dia sibuk mencari kesana-kemari, sementara yang diperlukannya sudah jelas saya bisa melihatnya. Tidakkah dia juga bisa melihat? Tentu saja dia bisa. Dia toh pandai tak kurang akal.
Yang dicarinya selalu yang paling dekat, tapi kenapa dia harus merasa mencari selangkah lebih kedepan? Dia memilih merapat ke manusia yang lemah; dan ikutlah dia melemah. Dan apa yang dilakukannya? Keluh-kesah hingga serapah, serangan yang dia gulirkan ke tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dari cerita.
Sebuah contoh yang bikin saya tutup hati: Serangan beruntun telah menerpa, teralamat ke salah satu orang yang dia paling hargai. Dalam gundahnya dia berjalan, dia melihat seorang kenalannya yang dia tahu adalah seorang dealer. Apa yang dipilih untuk dilakukannya? Mendatangi kenalannya itu dan terjun bebas ke dalamnya dunia.
Didekatinya orang yang dia tahu nanar dengan molek dan lezatnya masakan kamar tidur--lezat dirasa apapun kelaminnya. Dia mereguk dan minta direguk, dia nikmat tapi kembali menyumpah tidak terima.
Lemahkah dia? Ya.
Mengaku lemahkah dia? Dia menjerit dan dalam jeritannya ada keluhan, hujatan, cemoohan, hinaan. Dikemanakan semua logika, pengetahuan dari bangku sekolah sejak TK hingga PT yang diterimanya?
Mengaku lemahkan dia? Tidak.
Kenapa harus berlari ke yang lain dari jenisnya?
Untuk apa mengais-ngais selamat dari yang dia sendiri nikmat masyuk turut jerumus dan menjerumuskan?
Dan cuplikan Devil's Advocate membayang di pelupuk mata saya: Detik-detik akhir filem dimana Al Pacino's Devil diiringi seringainya berkata: "Vanity. That's gotta be my favorite sin."
Hidupnya berlanjut dengan keputusannya untuk perang melawan tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita. Ikrarnya adalah untuk untuk tidak mendekati tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita tapi 1001+ hujatan dan fitnahan terus dia lontarkan.
Lewat raganya dia bilang menghukumi dunia dan dirinya sendiri, sementara dia mengambil nikmat dan manfaat dari penghukuman diri ini; dan, tentu saja, fitnahan dan hujatan terus dia lontarkan.
Vanity is also OUR greatest sin.
Kita tidak bisa berhenti mengeluh tapi kita juga tidak berhenti sombong. Merasa punya disaat tiada. Merasa kekurangan disaat punya walaupun sedikit. Merasa lebih disaat punya jauh lebih sedikit.
Tidak pernah lepas pandangi orang lain; tidak pernah betah pandangi cermin hati.
Kita tentu saja termasuk saya.
Saya tidak mau memberitahu apa judul buku maupun siapa penulisnya sebab saya tidak merekomendasikan membaca buku ini. Membaca buku ini melelahkan karena isinya dipenuhi dengan serangan-serangan sumpah serapah, fitnahan dan hujatan walaupun tentu saja akhir cerita (setidaknya saya yakin seyakin-yakinnya) bisa disimpulkan dengan tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita mendapatkan kemenangan (dan saya juga yakin seyakin-yakinnya, kemenangan ini membuat tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita sedih).
Saya malah merekomendasikan membaca Crime and Punishment tulisan Fyodor Dostoyevsky:
Ada satu tokoh--Sonya, namanya--yang membuat saya jatuh cinta ketika membaca buku ini dimasa kuliah teknik komputer dulu (nggak nyambung ya...?). Dia hanya bekerja di dunia prostitusi.
Ada satu lagi tokoh--Dunya, namanya--yang membuat saya semakin dalam terjerumus cinta dalam dunia anak-anak: Begitu bersih, dan teramat terang. Dia hanya seorang anak yang menyayangi abangnya tanpa prakondisi.
Baca deh: Bagus, gila.
Kita tak bisa puas, tak bisa terima kalah.
Manusia tidak gampang melihat ke belakang, tidak rajin bikin rencana ke depan.
Kita tak rajin minta maaf, tak sungkan jegal belakang.
Manusia tidak boleh ngeliat yang lebih bagus, tidak terima ngantri di belakang.
Kita tak tahan dikasih cobaan, tak pernah brenti teriak ngeluh.
Manusia tidak bisa sekuat gunung, tidak pernah berkaca melihat lemahnya.
Dan ini mengingatkan saya kepada sebuah buku yang saya baca belum lama berselang. Buku yg menarik perhatian selain karena judul dan sub-judulnya, juga karena saya mendapatkan pertanyaan yang tak terduga, membuat jengah, tergugu kelu hilang kata.
Sepanjang membaca buku perasaan saya campur aduk: bete, marah, mahfum, jengkel, berusaha untuk mengerti, tanam simpati, korek empati. Semua perasaan ini tertuju kepada tokoh yang saya anggap adalah tokoh antagonis dari cerita: Seorang manusia muda diberkahi kesehatan dan rupa yang prima, bisa sekolah, punya teman dan keluarga.
Diawal dia menyibukkan diri berbagai aktivitas yang diyakininya bisa membawa kebaikan bagi semua.
Hampir di sepanjang cerita dia melakukan komunikasi dengan yang saya sebut tokoh protagonis dalam cerita: Komunikasi dalam bentuk aksi maupun dalam bentuk kata-kata--bersuara maupun cukup dalam sukma. Mereka dekat--mungkin lebih dekat dari pada antara saya dan Yang Serba Maha.
Tokoh antagonis dan tokoh protagonis muncul di setiap halaman cerita.
Memasuki babak kedua dari cerita, serbuan berat dia terima. Segala rencana dan persekongkolan yang sudah jadi tumpuannya, lenyap buyar digerus aparat.
Oleh kolega dan orang yang dianngap sebagai pembimbing, dia merasa tercampakkan dan dikhianati.
Cerita berlanjut dan dia mulai memandang heran kepada tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita tadi:
"Kemana kamu dikala aku tercampak?" Mau apa kamu ada di sana? tanyaku sementari jemari membalik halaman buku.
Lanjutan cerita semakin mengikis rasa simpati. Dia sibuk mencari kesana-kemari, sementara yang diperlukannya sudah jelas saya bisa melihatnya. Tidakkah dia juga bisa melihat? Tentu saja dia bisa. Dia toh pandai tak kurang akal.
Yang dicarinya selalu yang paling dekat, tapi kenapa dia harus merasa mencari selangkah lebih kedepan? Dia memilih merapat ke manusia yang lemah; dan ikutlah dia melemah. Dan apa yang dilakukannya? Keluh-kesah hingga serapah, serangan yang dia gulirkan ke tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dari cerita.
Sebuah contoh yang bikin saya tutup hati: Serangan beruntun telah menerpa, teralamat ke salah satu orang yang dia paling hargai. Dalam gundahnya dia berjalan, dia melihat seorang kenalannya yang dia tahu adalah seorang dealer. Apa yang dipilih untuk dilakukannya? Mendatangi kenalannya itu dan terjun bebas ke dalamnya dunia.
Didekatinya orang yang dia tahu nanar dengan molek dan lezatnya masakan kamar tidur--lezat dirasa apapun kelaminnya. Dia mereguk dan minta direguk, dia nikmat tapi kembali menyumpah tidak terima.
Lemahkah dia? Ya.
Mengaku lemahkah dia? Dia menjerit dan dalam jeritannya ada keluhan, hujatan, cemoohan, hinaan. Dikemanakan semua logika, pengetahuan dari bangku sekolah sejak TK hingga PT yang diterimanya?
Mengaku lemahkan dia? Tidak.
Kenapa harus berlari ke yang lain dari jenisnya?
Untuk apa mengais-ngais selamat dari yang dia sendiri nikmat masyuk turut jerumus dan menjerumuskan?
Dan cuplikan Devil's Advocate membayang di pelupuk mata saya: Detik-detik akhir filem dimana Al Pacino's Devil diiringi seringainya berkata: "Vanity. That's gotta be my favorite sin."
Hidupnya berlanjut dengan keputusannya untuk perang melawan tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita. Ikrarnya adalah untuk untuk tidak mendekati tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita tapi 1001+ hujatan dan fitnahan terus dia lontarkan.
Lewat raganya dia bilang menghukumi dunia dan dirinya sendiri, sementara dia mengambil nikmat dan manfaat dari penghukuman diri ini; dan, tentu saja, fitnahan dan hujatan terus dia lontarkan.
Vanity is also OUR greatest sin.
Kita tidak bisa berhenti mengeluh tapi kita juga tidak berhenti sombong. Merasa punya disaat tiada. Merasa kekurangan disaat punya walaupun sedikit. Merasa lebih disaat punya jauh lebih sedikit.
Tidak pernah lepas pandangi orang lain; tidak pernah betah pandangi cermin hati.
Kita tentu saja termasuk saya.
Saya tidak mau memberitahu apa judul buku maupun siapa penulisnya sebab saya tidak merekomendasikan membaca buku ini. Membaca buku ini melelahkan karena isinya dipenuhi dengan serangan-serangan sumpah serapah, fitnahan dan hujatan walaupun tentu saja akhir cerita (setidaknya saya yakin seyakin-yakinnya) bisa disimpulkan dengan tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita mendapatkan kemenangan (dan saya juga yakin seyakin-yakinnya, kemenangan ini membuat tokoh yang saya anggap protagonis dalam cerita sedih).
Saya malah merekomendasikan membaca Crime and Punishment tulisan Fyodor Dostoyevsky:
Ada satu tokoh--Sonya, namanya--yang membuat saya jatuh cinta ketika membaca buku ini dimasa kuliah teknik komputer dulu (nggak nyambung ya...?). Dia hanya bekerja di dunia prostitusi.
Ada satu lagi tokoh--Dunya, namanya--yang membuat saya semakin dalam terjerumus cinta dalam dunia anak-anak: Begitu bersih, dan teramat terang. Dia hanya seorang anak yang menyayangi abangnya tanpa prakondisi.
Baca deh: Bagus, gila.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
"A friend of yours?" "Well, I know the person..." Part I
So there I am, opening Facebook and am presented with many names accompanying pictures that if I think loong and haaard may invite certain recollection. The thing is that all these names/pictures have this cute li'l tab that reads Add as Friend...
Now what's a guy to do? (I'm talking about me... OK?)
Should I just click-click-click away those tabs, making these people "my friends"?
Are they "my friends"?
Am I their "friend"?
Yes, I know them. And I may know some things about them, be it their occupations or certain personality traits, but here comes those questions again: Are they my friends? and Am I theirs?
I have my own understanding of this word: friend.
I have friends, thank God, meaning that I consider them friends. But whether they consider me their friends, you gotta ask them that. I realize that I don't consider myself having many friends, and you know what? It suits me so very fine (NOT having many friends, I mean).
I choose my friends, I am teaching my kids to choose their friends very carefully. And I believe that these friends of mine, either consciously or subconsciously, "choose" to befriend me for whatever reasons.
Why am I teaching my kids to choose their friends? Because there are people out there that I strongly believe will bring harm to my kids should they become friends. I believe that NOT everyone fits to be someone else's friend. The bottom line is there are bad people out there. That is how the world is.
I can live with just a few people whom I can really call friends. And I will not befriend someone whom I think will bring me harm. I grew up being taught that one should not fall into the same hole twice, and there are qualities--good and bad--that everyone possesses; and, because of this I don't mind losing "so-called friends." (Hey, there are 6.6+ billion people in this world, what's losing a "friend" or two?)
I believe in redemption, but it is not for me to give and to prove whether a person has indeed redeemed himself.
Am I a person holding a grudge? I am a cautious person.
So, until there is another cute li'l tab that reads Add as Acquaintance, I'll stick with a few friends I have and believe.
*Fiuuh, that's a lot of F-words...*
Now what's a guy to do? (I'm talking about me... OK?)
Should I just click-click-click away those tabs, making these people "my friends"?
Are they "my friends"?
Am I their "friend"?
Yes, I know them. And I may know some things about them, be it their occupations or certain personality traits, but here comes those questions again: Are they my friends? and Am I theirs?
I have my own understanding of this word: friend.
I have friends, thank God, meaning that I consider them friends. But whether they consider me their friends, you gotta ask them that. I realize that I don't consider myself having many friends, and you know what? It suits me so very fine (NOT having many friends, I mean).
I choose my friends, I am teaching my kids to choose their friends very carefully. And I believe that these friends of mine, either consciously or subconsciously, "choose" to befriend me for whatever reasons.
Why am I teaching my kids to choose their friends? Because there are people out there that I strongly believe will bring harm to my kids should they become friends. I believe that NOT everyone fits to be someone else's friend. The bottom line is there are bad people out there. That is how the world is.
I can live with just a few people whom I can really call friends. And I will not befriend someone whom I think will bring me harm. I grew up being taught that one should not fall into the same hole twice, and there are qualities--good and bad--that everyone possesses; and, because of this I don't mind losing "so-called friends." (Hey, there are 6.6+ billion people in this world, what's losing a "friend" or two?)
I believe in redemption, but it is not for me to give and to prove whether a person has indeed redeemed himself.
Am I a person holding a grudge? I am a cautious person.
So, until there is another cute li'l tab that reads Add as Acquaintance, I'll stick with a few friends I have and believe.
*Fiuuh, that's a lot of F-words...*
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Who watches The Watchmen?
Do yourselves a BIG, BIG favor: Read Moore and Gibbon's WATCHMEN the book/the graphic novel/the comics or what-the-heck-ever you wanna call it.
How can you appreciate or catch ALL the multi-layered nuances, the secrets, the depths, the messages, the JOKES that you can find hidden in plain (and not-so-plain) sights in Mr. Gibbons's beautiful artwork if "it is being dragged through the experience at the speed of 24 frames per second"?
I'm not lambasting Mr. Snyder's hard work on the movie, mind you as I haven't seen it but this is about truly experiencing what the creators of the work wanted the readers to get/be indulged in/be aware of.
Watchmen is one BIG complex and multi-layered work/labor of love supplemented with excerpts from imaginary books, journals, articles. Now, how do you get/read those watching the movie.
There are stories within the stories which you can get or learn as you re-read the book, examine each panel, trace each line of dialog, study the facial expressions and gesture, flip to the next pages, then flip back back to the previous one. Watchmen gets you thinking... Now, ain't that fun?
So who reads the WATCHMEN?
How can you appreciate or catch ALL the multi-layered nuances, the secrets, the depths, the messages, the JOKES that you can find hidden in plain (and not-so-plain) sights in Mr. Gibbons's beautiful artwork if "it is being dragged through the experience at the speed of 24 frames per second"?
I'm not lambasting Mr. Snyder's hard work on the movie, mind you as I haven't seen it but this is about truly experiencing what the creators of the work wanted the readers to get/be indulged in/be aware of.
Watchmen is one BIG complex and multi-layered work/labor of love supplemented with excerpts from imaginary books, journals, articles. Now, how do you get/read those watching the movie.
There are stories within the stories which you can get or learn as you re-read the book, examine each panel, trace each line of dialog, study the facial expressions and gesture, flip to the next pages, then flip back back to the previous one. Watchmen gets you thinking... Now, ain't that fun?
So who reads the WATCHMEN?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Of lying at his feet, foot massage and a cycle
The last few weeks have got me wondering whether life really is a cycle, as at nights I found myself sleeping at my kid's feet; just as I sometimes did when I was still little.
I used to sneak into my parents' bedroom, and I would lay at their feet, until they woke me up for school.
As I was often times asked by my dad to massage his feet, now I find myself massaging my kid's feet--sometimes at nights when I am accompanying him to sleep, and I lay at his feet.
There's no complaint, here.
Simply wondering
I used to sneak into my parents' bedroom, and I would lay at their feet, until they woke me up for school.
As I was often times asked by my dad to massage his feet, now I find myself massaging my kid's feet--sometimes at nights when I am accompanying him to sleep, and I lay at his feet.
There's no complaint, here.
Simply wondering
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