Showing posts with label Funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funny. Show all posts
Monday, 3 June 2013
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
30 Years Ago
30 years ago I saw a movie for the first time in my life. I was 6 years old at the time when my parents chose to introduce me to this medium, and the experience of cinema magic changed my life forever.
It was the year 1982.
I have loved movies ever since BECAUSE of that film, and it probably was the reason I chose to become a filmmaker, if I am honest with myself.
That film remains my most favourite movie of all time, still to this day. I wholeheartedly believe it's a lesson in visual and narrative storytelling. Each time I watch it I marvel at its passion, its emotional impact and simplicity of form that all deeply affect me, like I'm watching it for the first time.
Tonight, 30 years later, I got to see it on the big cinema screen again for the second time, on its celebratory 1-day re-release in honour of its transition to BluRay.
Tonight, again, I got all of the goosebumps and the smiles and the giggles and the tears I got the first time I saw it, back when I was 6.
You gotta love that.
I have waited 30 years for this moment, so if that's not true love, I don't know what is.
Welcome back, E.T., though for me you have always been
...right here...
It was the year 1982.
I have loved movies ever since BECAUSE of that film, and it probably was the reason I chose to become a filmmaker, if I am honest with myself.
That film remains my most favourite movie of all time, still to this day. I wholeheartedly believe it's a lesson in visual and narrative storytelling. Each time I watch it I marvel at its passion, its emotional impact and simplicity of form that all deeply affect me, like I'm watching it for the first time.
Tonight, 30 years later, I got to see it on the big cinema screen again for the second time, on its celebratory 1-day re-release in honour of its transition to BluRay.
Tonight, again, I got all of the goosebumps and the smiles and the giggles and the tears I got the first time I saw it, back when I was 6.
You gotta love that.
I have waited 30 years for this moment, so if that's not true love, I don't know what is.
Welcome back, E.T., though for me you have always been
...right here...
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Monday, 13 August 2012
But Here's My Number...
...so call me, maybe...?
The Good:
The Bad:
The Ugly:
...and the Presidential:
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Thursday, 7 June 2012
Perfection
One of the greatest steps in my evolutionary progress (& process)
has been the realization that I am indeed NOT the centre of the
universe (yeah, I know... Imagine that!).
This has reminded me many a time to check myself. In fact, I check myself almost every time I get the urge to speak highly of my person, self-congratulate my achievements, re-confirm my earlier predictions of the future as a wise post-event sooth-Sayer, or generally attempt to position myself in the centre of attention, even when the issue at hand was NEVER about me in the first place. Alas! The checking comes almost always AFTER the fact.
Now, I DO understand that human beings have an urgent & permanent survival tendency to do EXACTLY that, and it IS a constant struggle (much like my daily war against JUDGEMENT) so I try not to beat myself down for forgetting to check myself BEFORE I sound like a complete douche-bag.
Which basically means I often fail to resist that same urge (despite my multiple esoteric-alarm warnings), and I sadly succumb to the vanity fault of blowing my own trumpet. Or I simply tend to believe I am always right (which I am, but that is neither here, nor there).
These silent (or occasionally loud) delusions of grandeur are thankfully tempered with the help of an acute after-sense of how ridiculous I sound/become, and so all my subsequent conscious attempts at self-deprecating humour, utter silliness & self-sarcasm (completely making fun of myself AND being able to take it from others), is my only redeeming quality. I can only hope my “Douche:Silly” ratio can dramatically change over time in favour of silliness and not the opposite. One can dream, non?
Having said that, I find it highly amusing whenever I see people around me being utterly oblivious to the same thing happening to them, and I’m often surprised at the extent of their self-gloating that tends to increase over time, rather than the opposite. Can people BE more blissfully ignorant? *said in my best Chandler Bing accent*
These people, having once started describing how magnificent they are, will NEVER stop offering more and more details about their supernatural perfection or their magical ability to predict, persevere, overcome and “win” against all odds & IN THE FACE of the entire universe (dead set against them, naturally). Doesn't matter if you have asked them about it or not. They will often volunteer example-after-example of their “battles” against mediocrity or other humans’ stupidity, which are only in fact mere ideological battles on principle, against anyone else who even tries to have an opinion opposite to their own. How DARE we not realize they are the keepers of universal wisdom?!
They are the same people who –being filled themselves with endless negative energy towards everyone else - refuse to register their own volatility & hostility in judging everyone else, and indeed carry on congratulating themselves for being so fucking awesome, and manage to sound patronizing even while merely breathing. Quite a feat, I must say.
The only time they barely start moderating their self-proclaimed divinity is when my eyes begin to glaze over and silence starts to creep into my voice. What’s the point of being amazing, if your audience exits the show, right?
I TRY not to judge, and certainly never attempt to enlighten them. It’s pointless and hopeless. Let it be, I say. Let THEM be. And may everyone else let ME be too. We are all on our own path and we all have our own demons to fight.
I’m certainly not perfect myself (as this text hopefully demonstrates..), so I claim no ability or compulsion to change anyone else when I repeatedly fail at improving myself. I am not here to live up to anyone else’s standards or expectations and I remind myself constantly that no-one else is here on this earth to live up to mine.
Thank God for that.
That is, assuming I can thank Myself without running the risk of sounding Self-congratulatory.
Ahem.
This has reminded me many a time to check myself. In fact, I check myself almost every time I get the urge to speak highly of my person, self-congratulate my achievements, re-confirm my earlier predictions of the future as a wise post-event sooth-Sayer, or generally attempt to position myself in the centre of attention, even when the issue at hand was NEVER about me in the first place. Alas! The checking comes almost always AFTER the fact.
Now, I DO understand that human beings have an urgent & permanent survival tendency to do EXACTLY that, and it IS a constant struggle (much like my daily war against JUDGEMENT) so I try not to beat myself down for forgetting to check myself BEFORE I sound like a complete douche-bag.
Which basically means I often fail to resist that same urge (despite my multiple esoteric-alarm warnings), and I sadly succumb to the vanity fault of blowing my own trumpet. Or I simply tend to believe I am always right (which I am, but that is neither here, nor there).
These silent (or occasionally loud) delusions of grandeur are thankfully tempered with the help of an acute after-sense of how ridiculous I sound/become, and so all my subsequent conscious attempts at self-deprecating humour, utter silliness & self-sarcasm (completely making fun of myself AND being able to take it from others), is my only redeeming quality. I can only hope my “Douche:Silly” ratio can dramatically change over time in favour of silliness and not the opposite. One can dream, non?
Having said that, I find it highly amusing whenever I see people around me being utterly oblivious to the same thing happening to them, and I’m often surprised at the extent of their self-gloating that tends to increase over time, rather than the opposite. Can people BE more blissfully ignorant? *said in my best Chandler Bing accent*
These people, having once started describing how magnificent they are, will NEVER stop offering more and more details about their supernatural perfection or their magical ability to predict, persevere, overcome and “win” against all odds & IN THE FACE of the entire universe (dead set against them, naturally). Doesn't matter if you have asked them about it or not. They will often volunteer example-after-example of their “battles” against mediocrity or other humans’ stupidity, which are only in fact mere ideological battles on principle, against anyone else who even tries to have an opinion opposite to their own. How DARE we not realize they are the keepers of universal wisdom?!
They are the same people who –being filled themselves with endless negative energy towards everyone else - refuse to register their own volatility & hostility in judging everyone else, and indeed carry on congratulating themselves for being so fucking awesome, and manage to sound patronizing even while merely breathing. Quite a feat, I must say.
The only time they barely start moderating their self-proclaimed divinity is when my eyes begin to glaze over and silence starts to creep into my voice. What’s the point of being amazing, if your audience exits the show, right?
I TRY not to judge, and certainly never attempt to enlighten them. It’s pointless and hopeless. Let it be, I say. Let THEM be. And may everyone else let ME be too. We are all on our own path and we all have our own demons to fight.
I’m certainly not perfect myself (as this text hopefully demonstrates..), so I claim no ability or compulsion to change anyone else when I repeatedly fail at improving myself. I am not here to live up to anyone else’s standards or expectations and I remind myself constantly that no-one else is here on this earth to live up to mine.
Thank God for that.
That is, assuming I can thank Myself without running the risk of sounding Self-congratulatory.
Ahem.
Sunday, 18 December 2011
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Sunday, 31 July 2011
Saturday, 25 June 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
Hot
I am hot.
Not HOT as in "wow you're HOT! Please donate me your genes!" - hot.
Temperature-wise hot.
And no, I'm not sick.
And by sick I mean ill, not sick as in "cool" or as in "this dance routine is sick!"
I'm neither sick nor "sick".
Or HOT!
Ahem.
This is getting complicated.
*sigh*
.
.
.
And by *sigh* I mean *sigh*
Not HOT as in "wow you're HOT! Please donate me your genes!" - hot.
Temperature-wise hot.
And no, I'm not sick.
And by sick I mean ill, not sick as in "cool" or as in "this dance routine is sick!"
I'm neither sick nor "sick".
Or HOT!
Ahem.
This is getting complicated.
*sigh*
.
.
.
And by *sigh* I mean *sigh*
Monday, 18 April 2011
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Awesome
This photo I found on the internet has obviously been tampered with (creatively and ingeniously if I may say so), and was instantly transformed from a message of hate, into a message of peace.
Respect.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Monday, 14 February 2011
My Woody Allen Valentine's Day Dedication
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
“Sex without love is an empty experience, but, as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.”
“I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own.”
“Sex without love is an empty experience, but, as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.”
“I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own.”
Sunday, 9 January 2011
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Fabulous Blast from the Past
I vividly recall singing this particular song in the summer of 1990.
I expect this should explain a lot to all those of you who don't quite know (or understand) me...
*sigh*
I expect this should explain a lot to all those of you who don't quite know (or understand) me...
*sigh*
To a Pair of Gorgeous Green Eyes
It's tragic, I really & honestly DO realise it, but when one is smitten, every little "shit" can "stick". No pun intended. Ahem.
I don't care. I think it's sweet and innocent and VERY cool :-)
I don't care. I think it's sweet and innocent and VERY cool :-)
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