I am too lazy to sort
Once more in front of the video screen to watch Nogizaka-chan do their thing for another 46 hour marathon television show. Except I’m watching on Showroom-live.com instead of Amebla.tv in order to through my stars. I’m starting to run out of stars. And I am getting tired.
I guess if I blogged this before, then I’ll have to blog it again. Once more then…
Before going to the Filipino Festival, I hurried off to the bookstore to use my coupon for Harney & Sons Fresh Brewed Iced Tea. It was two tins for $15. Each tin contained 6 sachets of tea to make 2 quarts or so.
I know, I know. WTF. But I have to use that coupon because I received it. It’s like wasting money. Which it totally isn’t because it is wasting money if you buy the item anyhow. Do I need iced tea? Not really, but I do like to pretend to. Now I already had a tin of their iced tea, the raspberry flavored one, and I wanted peach and the orange. Unfortunately, they did not have the passion fruit or the pomegranate.
I usually follow the directions on the back. Steep a sachet in 2 quarts of boiling water. Add another couple of quarts to it. Serve it over ice. It’s not sweet so I would usually make up some simple syrup and add that in. It’s a good summer time brew.
Muhammed Ali is dead. The greatest of all time. Cassius Clay.
Let me share with you the story of the time I met him. I was but an undergrad at the U and was finishing up my junior year. I was the camera man on a student documentary about Midnight Basketball, a night league in the inner city of Miami to keep juveniles on the straight. We were done most everything and the director was putting the film together. He had some contacts such that when the sponsor came to town, he finagled us a meet up with the sponsor. Turns out it was Muhammed Ali. We met him in a downtown hotel after he had given a speech to a GIrl’s and Boy’s club. It was only a few minutes. We got pictures and autographs. I still have mine — framed. It is on a Nation of Islam brochure. I never got the picture because I forgot to meet up with the director before he graduated. Somewhere there is a photo of me getting knocked out by the Greatest.
Shiraishi Mai singing せっかちなかたつむり from NogizakaSHOW this past weekend. Let that gaze get you. Let her pull you in. Damn!
Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising is as good as a sequel can be.
That’s a damning one line review. It’s just like a sequel to not live up to the expectations of the first movie even though the first movie didn’t live up to my expectations. I came expecting more. Instead I got grown ups again and a weird fixation with parents having sex.
The sequel starts with Rose Byrne and Seth Rogan planning to sell their house and move to a more respectable one in which to raise their children. But they seem to not feel like proper parents. They have parent regrets and worries but that’s because they maybe are terrible at parenting.
Then we shift to freshmen girls attending sorority rush and finding out how disappointing greek life can be for girls — lots of sexual harassment by frats. These girls then move into the neighborhood to start a sorority that can be all it wants to be — women. They begin to party and wreck the chances of their neighbors to sell their home.
The girls and the sorority are all lead by Zack Efron. He has a quarter life crisis. His frat brothers have settled down even Franco is marrying his best man. What he does to pick himself up is to lead the sorority through making money to keep their house. Of course, being older, he falls out with the girls and then joins the neighbors to get them to stop partying for 1 month.
I actually didn’t mind the flick, but it could’ve been better. It could’ve achieved Neighbors level of hilarity but it was missing a hootie-hoo scene. It could’ve used a hootie-hoo scene. As now, several weeks later, I can’t remember a dang thing.
3 of 5 stars.
This video goes up. In a few weeks it will be down. Maybe by then I would’ve blogged something to push it off the front page…
Fuck do I go to the bookstore lots. Super bored today even though I went to see my niece do her dancing thing. Plus I ate at Phubs — a brilliant place to eat Phô and 1/2 Bahn Mí. I couldn’t take the drubbing the Orioles were experiencing and stage48 is more AKB than Nogi, so off to the bookstore I went for coffee and desert.
Silent Voice Vol. 7 by Yoshitoki Oima. It’s the final volume of a pretty great manga. I’m a sucker for redemption stories about love. I first read this on Crunchyroll’s digital manga and I finished it up in one night. Seven volumes! Kodansha released the manga on paper for the last year. I’ve re-read it again and it still is very powerful. I think it’s one of the manga to keep on the bookshelf. That’s why I bought all seven volumes.
The Wrecking Crew by Thomas Frank. I was actually looking for his latest but then I didn’t like the premise. So I went with this book instead. I’ve always thought that the GOP is terrible at governing because they do not believe in it. They always say the government is the problem and yet they want to participate in it. Wolf. Sheep’s clothing. Like putting a pyromaniac as fire chief. The GOP will wreck shit because they don’t believe in a working government and when they break it they’ll always say it was because government never works. Fuck those fuckers. Fuck them in the ass. Shit is wrong. They are wrong. Fuck those fuckers.
A second time on the weekend? Yes, when I am truly bored with nothing to do. This time I went to the Columbia store because it has a better selection. I wonder why that is. Their computer book selection is 1000 times better. So is their manga. Throw it a more interesting cook book section, and it’s a wonder why I don’t go there often. Twenty-five miles away? O, that’s why.
Anywhoo, let’s look at what I bought today.
Pragmatic Unit Testing in Java 8 with JUnit. I’m starting to get into Test Driven Development. It’s not like I haven’t but at work I have a task where it fit right in to do TDD. As I write the code and the tests, I often wonder if I am doing it well. No one else at work has tried it this way. So I need advice and I usually find it in books. This one is the only one on UnitTesting that was at the store. I’m hoping to glean some advice from it and apply it to work.
Captain America: Civil War suffers the same issues as Avengers 2: it feels bloated. It’s not the spritely First Avenger or the wonderful thriller of Winter Soldier. It’s the kitchen sink and ginormous plotting of Age of Ultron. Perhaps this comes from the source material, the Civil War comic event.
It was nothing like the book but the plot was similar. Should the government control super heroes? Should there be a licensing arm? Who watches the watchmen? It was a story that needed to be told about power and who wields it, but this movie made the scope smaller. Not a civil war between super heroes against super heroes, but Avengers versus Avengers. Small in scope. What does this mean for Marvel Cinematic Universe? The end of Captain America? The end of Iron Man? The end? We’ll have to look for X-Men to carry us to Apocalypse.
3 of 5 stars.
Here’s one of those blog posts which was in my queue and died there. I should’ve finished it weeks ago. Better late than never.
Keanu means cool mountain breeze in Hawaiian. And it was the name of the kitten in Key and Peele’s first movie, Keanu. Now like all sketch shows which spin off a feature length movie, sometimes it feels like a too long stretched out skit. Keanu has that feel. One note played over and over for laughs.
I feel this one may be a cult classic like Fridays ended up being. It’s not too funny at first but when high you’ll laugh. And like pot I think I forgot all about this film.
3 of 5 stars.
