Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Bowling for Columbine and the Xbox 360 Commercial

Sometimes the irony of life has interesting twists…

Last night I seen “Bowling For Columbine for the first time. For those who might not know it, it is a documentary directed by Michael Moore, after the shootings that occurred in columbine High School, in Littleton, on April, 20, 1999.

Bowling for Columbine (Wikipedia)

Not my point here to discuss if Michael Moore might be right or wrong, but this movie echoed with some commercial I have seen yesterday… the now all famous banned commercial for the new Xbox 360.

Banned CM

….where we can see people mimicking a “shoot ‘em all” in what looks like a big Mall, very a la cop movie. They do not carry weapons or guns. They yell “bang”, pointing a finger at their supposed victim, which then pretend to collapse. The whole thing on a funny background music, kinda like a bunch of brats playing guns.

Granted, this one has been banned for obvious reasons, certainly it is not a good example to show to kids. Maybe they might get some weird ideas, you know, begging for a pricey playstation or worse, borrowing daddy’s 9mm , and go postal at school. Sadly enough that second option has occurred more than once, so yeah, I won’t disagree on the banning issue.

But still I'd like to highlight some points that amazed me.

There is something particularly disturbing when I hear some people making a parallel with terrorism. If all the shooting scenes would lead to terrorism acts, then it is not one commercial we should ban, but the whole cinematographic and TV panel, from Theater release to documentary, Tv news of course, and cops series. All in all, it would mean banning about a third of what the visual media produce.

I do not making myself the advocate of violence. I simply would like to highlight that it sounds to me more like some hypocritical decision, rather than something accomplished for the humanity welfare.

Let’s ban the commercial, but not the games themselves.

Let’s blame Marilyn Manson ( a guy who, btw, has a more intelligent discourse than Charlton Heston promoting the NRA) and Tarantino movies , but let’s shut up on the fact that Clinton bombed a lot of innocent people (medication factories and schools: where the fuck were the terrorist in there?)

Let’s ban Harry Potter books and movies, where people obviously die in huge pain (ever read HP 6? And how Harry obliges Dumbledore to swallow the potion that is gonna kill him at last?)

Let’s have our kids get their own internet connexion in their own room (when sometimes the parents hardly know how internet works all in all…MSN? MMORPG? Communities?…)

Let’s scream against terrorism, but advocate some bombing “for the own sake of our country” (insert any country name you’d like, I think a lot of them do lead a policy of “attacking first so that we are safe”).


Let’s all declare that games are the roots of all evil, that commercial are what causes all the violence, but let’s close our eyes on the fact that people get bombed, or verbally harassed and assaulted (one of the biggest problem in the corporate world..). Let’s forget that Japan is the biggest producer of violent games…with the lowest crime rate. (Suicide being out of the point here)

Hitler or Mussolini never played with a Xbox.

For once, let’s face the fact that deranged people do not need a movie or a commercial to put their weird ideas into action.

Let’s face the fact that if the daddys or retailers hadn’t such an easy access to guns, maybe kids won’t be able to shoot people as easily….. (selling ammos in supermarket, is IMO, far more dangerous than watching a silly commercial: because this is not a second degree humourous tv spot, it is reality, real ammos you can get along with a pack of crackers or a can of juice).

Let’s face the fact that as long as society will blame the wrong culprits, you can be certain violence will still be around. And not for the supposed obvious reasons everyone is complaining about.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Alice & June !!!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MAHAL KO!! *mwah*

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Yup, no brainstorming entry today, I feel in a giggly mood, and willing to leave philosophy outside, in the cold white snow...and maybe start a big snowballs mayhem major battle...gosh I miss those...the one when you came home soaked and all white, your feet like ice, your hands reddened, and a healthy pink glow on your cheeks...then quick, rush to the fire, and a cup of hot chocolate (real one, with the cocoa powder you have to melt with cold milk first)

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Feels like a revolution, because yours truely has finally a soundcard installed !! And some headphones, so that I can listen to my fav radio stations ^^ Big highfive to my colleague, who proposd to install the card, without my asking him. there are nice people on planet Earth I tell you!!

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time to rejoice, fans of INDOCHINE !!! their new album will be released on December, 19 !!!

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Let's say that those guys are the French Cure, hehe...Me love their music (ok, ok, I know I do sound like a retarded teenager, but heck , is their music entertaining!! Am now sizzling with impatience....

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Friday, November 25, 2005

For the Future

Last concert in Budoukan for Do As Infinity, my favourite Japanese band...

I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna mourn, just celebrate the two and a half years of great musical moments, as well as a meaning to my life, and a true love to my soul.

And cherish their music forever.



The Show Must Go On...


DAI ROCKS !!!


And a hayypy birthday to Clairobsc', my bestest friend, always present in my thought even if far away.... sometimes the calendar has some irony that makes you see life thru another pair of glasses...^^

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Seasons thinkings

So far, I am decided not to complain anymore. As Calvin’s dad would say “it builds character” so why not taking upon myself more often, think less, and get that paranoid feeling outta my head for good.

I think that it is sort of a family aspect, so to speak. Being used to do anything the very opposite way than other (be it the car we own, the house we live in, or merely the ideas we have). Not than I complain about it, no way. I love my family because of its marginality, its “survivor” feeling, its genuine simplicity and fun. We laugh a lot. We snap at each other sometimes, but that’s the way it is when you put strong personalities together.

As long as I can recall, I’ve always been/seen myself different. And, once the elementary school and first year in HS over, been rather proud about it. My family have always been there for me, supporting me in all my hard times. They’ve always done the maximum for me. I remember all my Christmases being fun times, even there were only little under the Christmas tree. I still have some of those presents by now. I remember one, especially: A “my little pony” house. At that time, it had cost an arm and a leg to my dad, I know it. And I treasured that gift more than ever. I remember how happy I was – I still can see myself opening the wrapping paper with trembling hands.

As Xmas time draws near, I know that my mind gonna linger over those memories, tress, candles, wood fire and winter cold. I remember as it was yesterday the drawings we made in schools, then, ona cold Saturday, the preparation of the Xmas tree, the decorations that were there before I was born – and still are. (but for a few ones broken, the law of gravity has no feelings sometimes^^) . I remember the gorgeous presents my friends were showing off, but I didn’t care. Nothing could replace the time spent with my family, and certainly not precious presents.

Not even the insults, the nasty tricks. I remember how the kids would steal my winter bonnet, and throw it in a garbage bin. I would scream at them, yelling to them, finally getting all the blame from my teachers ….But I would have died rather than telling my mom everyone was making fun of her present to me.

I guess that’s why I am so ‘I don’t care about fashion” attitude. Everyone go a driving license and I look like a retard for not owning a car? So what? Still, sometimes I cannot reach that feeling of blessed detachment I am yearning for. Some words still hurt me, even if I know the people telling them to me aren’t worth my getting upset at. Old reflexes you know….

Die hard ones.

And now it seems that the wheel has turned my way at last. My job is not a gratifying one, but it pays the bills, and allow me to give my family and loved ones presents. Real ones, meaningful, helpful ones. I don’t know what all those kids, ghosts of my past, have become. I wish them an honest life, and I sincerely wish that their own kids won’t have to suffer from what I did suffer. I don’t wish to anyone being treated as the ugly ducklings.

Maybe there is something hard inside of me. Maybe that’s why I have such a hard time to open myself, unveil myself. Those who knows me can see what my real me is….someone rather funny, rather enthusiastic, rather fragile. And one person only can see how I love, one only. I thank whoever above for having kept this ability to love unharmed.

Just because of that, I want to feel grateful, and forget about everything else.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Billy Corgan

http://www.billycorgan.com/confession01.html

"My real name is William Patrick Corgan, and I was born at Columbus Hospital (just across from beautiful Lincoln Park which straddles Lake Michigan) in Chicago at 5:41 pm on March 17, 1967...most know me as Billy Corgan, but "he" didn't arrive until age 18...my father was Billy, and I was known to the family as "little" Bill...I am the architect of the "Billy Corgan" that you know and love, or hate, or don't give 2 cares about...I created him, and at times have loved him, feared him, and despised him more than you could possibly dream up...it is the author of this being that wants to tell you this story...depending on how you look at it, it is the brutal truth or a sad sob story...a tale of glory and failure or the fictional scrapings of a madman and has-been...the author is ok with however you take it, because it happened TO ME...the closets are thrown open, and the sweet mist of a life blown by come spilling out...there are dead bodies and old pictures and pornographic gasps and ghosts so shy they are the ghosts of ghosts...but all the voices are here, and they want to talk to you...in fact, there is a fight as to who goes first! But it's all the same, cause in my mind all is happening at all times...backwards and forwards, we can survey what has happened and what is yet to come, and have a laugh and a cry...but in the end, it is my wish that there will be no more secrets worth keeping, and no more fear worth running from...all that should remain is the clear heart and a vibrant joy, and of course, music..."

Copyright 2005 Billy Corgan.



By the Leader of Ex-Smashing Pumkins....

One of my favorite writer, too...

Friday, November 18, 2005

Books life etcetera

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QUOTE (mojo shivers @ Nov 17 2005, 11:11 AM)


I know, I just know that I'm going to have the same feeling that I had last night. I'm going to be sitting there twenty or thirty years from now thinking about how Tierney is great and all, but I should have held out for my Carisa. I should have stuck it out and held out for what I really wanted. I don't see anything wrong in wanting somebody absolutely right for me and making her my wife. I don't want to get old with someone I still have doubts about. Do you?


Nothing makes a person more bitter and cynical than having to settle for second best.


I don't. I think nobody wants that..


This entry reminded a conversation I had, last week...Context different, sure, but same result :

Him: you think too much, Inu , that's your problem.
Me: I know..*sigh* ...but it's like I have all those thoughts running around, preventing me to feel things, to live them...
Him: exactly. Why don't you simply forget about all those thoughts...
Me: ...

The more you think about the should/would/could have " aspects of the life, the more you get obessed with thoughts about if it is right or wrong. To me there is no should/could/would mode anymore. There are is/is not modes only. Lingering on a past that you cannot turn back is not a good thing. sure it makes good blog entries, and golly knows many of them had me think (yeah, bad habits are die hard lols) life under new light.

But too much is no good, never. Let your heart feel instead of your head. Just for once. There is no perfect life, no perfect people. Only people perfect to each others, but encountering the same problems everyone does have in this life.

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Those interrogations still linger inside, even a week, a day after. Somehow that's the problem when you blog: you tend to peruse too too far away into problem's dephth. I am afraid it hinders the reality sometimes.

Maybe stick to diary-like entry, that's the key. Today I woke up, a bit late, so quick quick in the shower, while the medication gently fill my body with its daily dosis of I-100µ. Then breakfast, yumm yumm and read Calvin and hobbes, making up my weary features, getting some sand color onto my pale face, golden lipsticks and shimmering eyes. A kiss to my baby 10 000 miles away.

See? I could go on endlessly like that, I bet even you would find that "cracotte + Kraft cheese whizz spread" is the best piece of art you'd ever seen, no kidding.

Got into a fuss with my boss, Calvin and hobbes, that's us I swear. He went back apologizing, and since my heart is everything, but prove to keep a grudge on someone, I gladly settled the argument by a hand's shake. So much better than polite indifference or hypocrisy I am so lame at.

Been drooling over Calvin and Hobbes complete edition, the baby weights about 11 kilos (22 lbs, go figure). If I can save enough, maybe I'd give it a try. It is less expensive than buying all the CnH separately (220 euros, against 139.50 for the box set). Big money I know.... But less expensive than bying a new phone (around 300 for a decent one or else why changing) or party clothes (count about 40 euros/each clothes, buy three and your out of budget : thing is, u'll put those only once a YEAR, and for what I tell you?)or a dream iPAQ (400 euros n so).

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My mom would go "NOT ANOTHER BOOK, AGAIN", but then , she can go gaga over flowers and plants. even bringing them with her when she moves, with the pot , earth andall... Her argument being: "ok, but you are running out of place already? And what when you gonna move?" Easy mom, just call on the moving guys, and put everything in cartons. that's all I possess anyway: books, and clothes, and cd's. Gets easy in cardboard boxes, easy to store, easy to move.... Not like I have tons of precious furniture i can't even read lols.

I guess passions, as a many things in this world, are irrational anyway. I need my books as others need their soccer championship, thus being ready to pay hundreds of euros on some DSL television servicses, that hasn't even proved to be reliable yet. Others would go partying each Friday or Saturday night, I am not an expert at clubbing, but I bet good ones are not the cheapest.

Awes digressions again. Stream-of-concioussness post, I guess that IF I ever write a book, I'll chose that form...

GONCOURT 2005 "Trois jours chez ma mère", by François Wzyergans. OK, I need someone to lend me the book.

My bday present is all rady, too bad the shop does not feature it. I should have bought it in the Philippines, my, I blame my indecision sometimes.....Ah well, there will be a way out I swear.

'nuff rant for today, which is a happy day, my Baby gonna get his laptop today (and mebe DSL the next week !!!) still a lot of miles between us, but who cares when our hearts stay connected, even more as days pass?

Take care, everyone !

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Back from the Phillippines!!!

Ok, Since I haven't have time to upload al the pics already (more than a thousand, w00t), here is a link where you can view some, plus commentaries.....

The Chronicles of Inuchan and Apprentice

enjoy !!!

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