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John Ottman's In The Hands of Mortals from the OST of Superman Returns
Tuesday 29th August 2006
The Young(er) are never right
Parents' ability in tolerating the youth always amazes me. It says much more about blood ties than we give it credit for. I can't think of any other reason they can stand it. Well, either that or they've acquired some secret mutant power to tune off that us mere mortals are not endowed with. Take my sister's vast patience in dealing with her 11 year old daughter's incessant talking and nonsensical statements for example. Half an hour of it and I was ready to throttle her or at least swing a pillow her way. Try 10 mins of listening to "yo man", "wat's up man?" (thanks to her Nickelodean & Grease obssession) interrupted with repeated readings of some quotable quotes like "give a man a fish ... , teach a man to fish... " and throw in a sprinkling of phrases that her dad favours "ya, right..." (it's spooky too, how she resembles her dad in her speech.) and you'd be sorely tempted to shut her up too. I guess this puts me in the category of human who believes children should be seen not heard.
Yesterday, L was telling me bout the new freshies in her company, who whispers in little girly voices stuff like "I was wondering if you would mind if I ask you a few questions..." (ducks head, smile and acts cute) or "I think the result is uhm.. four" (proceeds to show four bended fingers in a claw like way and look terrified). Haha... the best part is the urge by the seniors to punch them because they are so annoyingly.. uhm... gentle?
I doubt I had fared much better when I was their age, but it sure is difficult to be understanding and accepting. The only 'comfort' in this is we are probably annoying the hell out of people older than us all the time too.
Ah... to be always right... ain't that great?
Monday 24th August 2006
Whinning
Do you constantly wonder whether you've been callous in handling a conversation and ending up hurting friends? Sigh! Me and my so very big mouth. It's like running ur car pass the red lights in high speed only to realize it was flashing red a split second later, and quietly wondering whether u've inadvertently rolled over a child who was crossing the road.
Bad enough that my intestines seem to knot up a few notches everytime i remember my stupid rashness, the worst of it is the possibility that said friends would be so hurt they'd taken my words to heart.
I guess it's an inbred defect in my chromosomes or such, like my bad driving skills (hence the comparison above). I tend to be much more acerbic with friends whom i love more and i've the uncontrollable urge to smile (and sometimes even laugh) whenever anyone tells me a sob-story or sad news. It's horrible, i know. I highly doubt "smiling in the face of despair" applies here. No wonder i'm never a fav aunty agony. Sigh!
Wednesday 23rd August 2006
dangerously narcotic
"Reliving the past is dangerously narcotic..."~Larry in Numb3rs
"To hold to one assumption and to exclude any and all contradictory data, that isn't science, that's politics" ~ Larry in Numb3rs
Lately, I'm ensnarled in the series Numb3rs. It's addictive listening to all the mathetical formulas and theories rolling off the mouth of the resident genius in the drama (Charles Eppes) even if most of his descriptions and method of relating the crime to certain equations pretty much fly over my head. Plus, it's quite heartening to watch something which is minimally related to our own work (narcissism at work here).
The drama itself follows a strict regime of its own. Crime scene and problem definition in the first 10 minutes, relation to a few mathematical formulas or equations in the next 25 minutes mixed with some FBI detective work (Don Eppes & gang). Finally, finding and catching the culprit in about 4-6 minutes and wrapping everything up with 2 minutes of family bonding among the Eppes (2 bros and dad).
Simple and easy to follow formula that guarantees satisfied audiences.
Friday 18th August 2006
Krrish
Usually, I leave all my movie reviews over at the other corner of my little site, but this movie was so funny I had to stick it here.
When I first heard that Krrish was (finally) out, I cheered & patiently waited a month or so before beginning my hunt around for the dvd/vcd. After weeks of negative replies from half a dozen shops, the rental shop uncle surprised me with the movie on the condition that I can return it the very next day for other customers. (of course I said YES!)
Krrish is basically the sequel to Koi Mil Gaya. Hrithik takes on two roles here, as the father, Rohit, and as the son Krishna. In this sequel, the son, who has super high IQ like father also has super strength cum super muscles to boot. Other reviews of the movie can be obtained from the link. Anyways, the best part of the movie for me is guessing where the scenes were taken up from. It's like watching an Indian version of Scary movie or Date movie. Only, this one is more a combo of most of the super-hero movies. I loved the tree climbing act (ala Chinese "qing gong"), the running with horse scene (ala Brendan Fraser in "George of the Jungle"), calling out a big bunch of birds ("Tarzan"), future machine (an almost exact ripoff from "Minority Report"), the thieves' attempt to steal bag ("Twins" with Arnold), the jumping around with a long black leather duster ("Matrix"), moving around with speed of light and pretending to hide identity from beloved woman ("Superman") cum big jumping/flying leaps ("Incredible Hulk") that they hv employed. Haha... a truly cheesy show that warms up the heart. Honestly, some of the action scenes so defy physics that u tend to wanna cringe, but all in all, it was a very sincere effort to make a superhero show, and I loved it to bits. If only they've thrown in some scenes of Hrithik in specs just like Clark Kent in Superman too. haha... then it would be even more of a gem.
Thursday 17th July 2006
saloon
Testing out my new camera...
Currently reading: The Neon Rain by James Lee Burke - A New Orleans detective story. Too dark. I don't like detective stories which are too dark. Just way too depressing. Yuck. And it is an '85 story to boot. I'm definitely not a fan of classic literature.
Just finished reading: A Stitch in Time by Kathy Lette - Bout a woman who is so obsessed with getting back her wayward husband, she drinks herself silly, try to slim down, neglect her children to go for stupid spas and massages, start putting on clothes that were too small for her and in the end resorted to plastic surgery. And after she did all those stupid things, she decided she didn't like her husband anymore and did another surgery to reduce her boob size again. Sigh! Stupid book.
Blood Rites (Bk 6 of The Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher - I love it. I totally love Harry the Wizard. He is the best novel superhero I've read since Repairman Jack. I'll definitely dedicate a blog to him. This books reveals why Thomas was always helping Harry out and centres on how Lara took control of the White Court from her dad.
Dead Heat (Bk 7 of The Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher - Delicious! This time, Harry plays with the necromancers instead. Poor Thomas... he seems to be suffering an awful lot. Butters the coroner ROCKS! Go Polka!
Monday 7th August 2006
CD grabs
My favs are Korn, Twins & Jason Mraz's Mr. A-Z.
Thursday 3rd August 2006
Post Superman
After salivating over Brendan Routh for the weeks following the movie and pouring over all the fan-fiction on the sequel to SR, the time has come to bid farewell to Clark, Lois & Jason. The song here is courtesy of a friend who was just as crazy over SR and bought the OST.
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