Talk Talk Talk

There's the Midnight Madness sale once again at Ayala center. Just a few years stateside and already I'd forgotten about that tradition. I never did look forward to it, and I always avoided the mall during Midnight Madness because of the hordes of people it attracts and because my comic books and CDs were never on sale anyway. Today I did find, however, a nice collection of all of Jane Austen's novels for P460-something, which for me is well worth it.

I went to the Mercedes dealer in the Fort to inquire about the final part we need to put the SL together. Turns out all our searching through third-party dealers was in vain. The Mercedes people can get us pretty much any part we might require. Doesn't come cheap though, over P15,000 for the glove compartment. That's one expensive box.

Some less self-centered developments: The IRA decided to dump their arms yesterday, which may very well lead to peace in Northern Ireland and the rest of that region up and over there. While I too am skeptical about how long this is going to last and if everyone in the army is on board from this, I sure hope it lasts. The world needs as much peace as it can get and I am very happy about this even though it doesn't affect me at all. I do hope the Middle East is next.

Tintin Fest

There was a Tintin festival in Belgium last week. How I wish I could have gone. They even have this huge mural on the side of a building of Tintin going down some stairs with Snowy and Capt. Haddock.

I first saw my sister's copy of Tintin in America when I was about eight and I've loved Tintin ever since. Herge was a genius.

I guess that's it for now. Just a bit bored, sorry.

Civic Duty

Today was an important day for the Philippines. Recently, the country has been a political mess, and today our president gave her state of the nation address to tell us citizens how big the mess is. I did my part. I watched The Island.

I didn't expect much from it since it was a summer blockbuster, and I expected less since it was a Michael Bay film. But it was all right. And even if it wasn't, it acually wouldn't be what it wasn't, that is, it would not be not all right, by which i mean it wouldn't be not but rather would be, or it wouldn't be that it wouldn't be all right since Scarlett Johansson is in it, and her mere presence in any film would assure that it could not possibly could not be good.

The greatest actor ever, Steve Buscemi, is in it too, so I bet my buddy that he was going to die in the movie. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who wants to watch it, so anyone curious but not quite enough so to watch it can ask me if I won the bet.

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On a totally different note, my recent acquisitions:




























































































All great stuff. Worry not, fellow pop fiends, I still love the pop, and recently acquired one of the greatest albums of all time, after years of searching:


















Viva la musica pop!

Decisions, Decisions

Every man comes to a crossroads in his life, a point at which he must make a decision, one that will affect his life forever. I have reached that point.

I am going to Australia next week and have to decide which records I want to buy. CDs aren't cheap in OZ, so I have to choose carefully. Here's the tentative list:

1. The entire Orange Juice catalog - 3 albums
2. The entire Denim catalog - 3 albums
3. The entire(?) Felt catalog - 10 albums
4. The entire Go-Kart Mozart catalog - 2 albums
6. A Subway Sect anthology
5. Serge Gainsbourg - Comic Strip and Coleur Cafe

I have six days to find a used record shop where I can maybe get all this stuff cheap. Otherwise, that's a lot of money I don't have to spend on records. No one said that pristine pop perfection was cheap. Maybe I'll get lucky and find some Go-Betweens records as well, maybe some Postcard singles, I dunno. Maybe early Richman Beserkeley stuff. So many choices! Sometimes I wish I was born in England so that I could've had these records a long time ago. Oh well.

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off

My regular readers (all three of you) may notice the new look of my blog which, in Spanish, is mi blog. I just thought the old look was kind of boring. I was thinking of migrating to Live Journal since I noticed that a lot of the blogs I see on there are so nice-looking and have that "currently listening" space before each entry. But Blogger and I have had such good times together (I remember once we both got so shit-faced and fell asleep on a sidewalk) so I decided I'd just change the look of my blog. I'll try to do something about that "currently listening" thing so that you all will know how impeccable my taste is. I will add the Haloscan comments shortly after this.

I recently and intermittently watched Diary of a Mad Black Woman on Oprah's urging--don't we all just love her?--and was disappointed. It wasn't as funny as Oprah had said.

I don't think that the "Mad Black Woman"'s actions were specific to her race at all. I think that the title and the characters' propensity to refer to themselves and each other as black people only serves to alienate non-blacks. The title "Diary of a Mad Woman" would have been more appropriate in my opinion. While itt is true that all races have different experiences, and that there are some things that are special to any one race that others cannot relate to, the themes of this movie were universal.

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Fun with Blogs

Mine isn't as funny as Joe's.

Joseph Camacho Reyes's Aliases

Your movie star name: Cheese Fidel

Your fashion designer name is Joseph Warsaw

Your socialite name is Tikboy Tel Aviv

Your fly girl / guy name is J Rey

Your detective name is Rabbit La Salle

Your barfly name is Frozen Beer Beer

Your soap opera name is Camacho Santolan

Your rock star name is Butterball Earth

Your star wars name is Josroc Reymic

Your punk rock band name is The Bored Fax Machine

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Recent Developments

1. My mom just had her hysterectomy. She's back home and she's doing fine. Phew.

2. I am going to Australia before I go back to the States and back to school. I will be flying on my mileage. Sweet! More economy class savaging! But seriously, folks, this is one trip I'm looking forward to.

That's it for the updates. Quite the simple life I live, no? That will be fixed when school starts. Can't wait! GROAN.

Oh I updated my Friendster profile today. I know how silly that is but I realized that my profile was much too vague to be of any use to anyone I don't already know. I wouldn't normally care about this but recently I got two messages from two cuties just moved in to the DC/Maryland area trying to meet new people. Barring the possibilty of them being men, they did presume some compatibilty based on what little information I'd provided. Here's what my profile read:

Favorite Books: comedies
Favorite Movies: comedies
Favorite Music: pop
Favorite Television Shows: comedies

I've elaborated on those now, but had a very hard time with the favorite music bit. To name a few musicians I always listen to would be leaving out so many, and to list them all would be overkill. Sometimes people put so many names down that I wonder if all of them are their favorites. Could it be they merely like a lot of them? Have they heard everything by those guys? Isn't it possible that their genius was limited to one album? One song even? Or are these people just showing off? Do they want to show off how much they know, or how esoteric the people they like are? Are they trying to tell you, "Yeah, I'm a trainspotter, my music is a lot cooler--a lot more unknown--than yours"?

So I decided to list genres I listen to (even though I usually call everything that isn't 'jazz' or 'classical' 'pop'), that way I didn't leave anyone out and I wasn't showing off either. But--in the refuge of this blog--my favorite music? A field recording of a tribe from the northern Philippines. I have the only reel in existence. Hell, I made it myself. Take that, assholes.