“Gorgeous?” “Pretty with great hair.”

broderic on September 23, 2006

Here’s a list of 100 best videos according to Stylus magazine.

Another list? Yes, but it’s music videos!

I don’t pretend to know (or care) what the best music video is. Ever. I just wanted to point out a few songs that are way cool to see again. There’s Cake’s “The Distance,” Daft Punk’s “Around the World,” and The Chemical Brother’s “Let Forever Be.” I watched them at work and loved every minute I was goofing off.

Anyway, make of this list what you will. Music videos can be trite, but they’re fun when it’s a song you like.

“Throwdini!”

broderic on September 21, 2006

The Illusionist. You have seen this before when it was called The Usual Suspects. Don’t let that make you not see it, because it is a fine story. The heart of the matter is that love conquers all. And the only way to win back the lost girl of your past, the love of your life, is through magic! No, just kidding, but that is something funny and hilarious.

This film is better than the rest of the summer movies that came out in August. It’s a real gem, because of the story. Also, Jessica Biel is hot in jodpurs.

3 of 5 stars.

“Cathartic… ooh, that’s big word for a pie-eyed drunk.”

broderic on September 16, 2006

A few weeks back I caught Beerfest for the fun of it. If you decide to watch it you should do it in jest, as there is no redeeming quality to the movie. It’s just pure funny. I laughed and enjoyed myself immensely at that time. Now, I don’t even remember it like a good night of drinking. Afterwards, I wanted a beer and to get rip-roaring drunk.

3 of 5 stars.

“Screw the small judo man!”

broderic on September 15, 2006

I am still in that pensive mood. I cannot get it out of my head. Most of these dreams feel real, because I want them to be. Yet, they are just figments of my imagination. Are they my subconscious? Do they have meanings? Should I act on them?

Yes. I did. Rashly. And I am such an idiot for it.

This being the technological age, I used the internet. I queried to find if she was alive, where’s she at, and is she close? I struck gold. And that is a problem.

I feel dirty snooping around the internets for scraps of information on her. First resort is always google. Surprisingly, she doesn’t leave much of an impression on the web. She has a very unique name, but it produces very few positive results. Then I tried those peoplefinder search engines. They really do work. Try it sometime. Each of them gives a free summary report which is enough to confirm that that is the person you’re searching for. It is freaky, and I am embarrassed to say that I really wanted to click the pay button for more information. I am desperately lonely about this that I would stoop to something so stupid, so absolutely shameless.

As I pondered about this, I realized the awesome power the internet has. It can retrieve so much details about you’re life that it’s scary. That is why I feel so dirty. It is like I was a peeping tom. No. I am a peeping tom looking through a window at someone else’s life uninvited. I ackowledge that most of the information was publicly available yet I should never have searched for it. I wonder how to live life as an online personality. I guess writing this blog should make me susceptible to my privacy being violated, but I choose this. Sometimes I choose not to. Those free peoplefinder search engines, if people only knew how simple it is to find out things it will make them angry.

As my fingered hovered over the “purchase” button, my conscience kicks in and saves me from making an ass of myself. Yet, I continued to wonder about her all day. In the car I knew that she was gone, but I do one last search which bears fruit. Married. Kids.

*Sigh*

I know now that I can never do this again. This obsession. This preoccupation for a girl that I have not seen in 15 years. This compulsion for a girl that I hadn’t had a decent conversation with in 20 years. This fixation on someone who I don’t even know and never had a chance to know.

I hope it ends here. Those dreams will come. They always do. But I should let them recede into the neurons of my brain. There they’ll stay quiet for awhile but percolate to the surface on occasion to remind me of her. When they do, I’ll perhaps blog them, but no searches for me.

It makes me happy that somewhere she is alive and living a life that is hers. I wish her well. It makes me sad that here I am living the life that is mine.

“Dude, see if you can follow me here. Being inefficient and you being lonely, they’re not the same thing.”

broderic on September 14, 2006

It starts out in the grocery store. I spy I. I maneuver to get close to her. We meet cute. I introduce her to my mom.

Next we’re in her car. It must be a date or something. She’s driving but on the right hand side. Would I like to hear music? She slides in an 8 track, but it plays some recent stuff. I think Lionel Ritchie was on the front of the tape.

Next we’re sitting on a couch. Side by side. My head’s a bit lower than hers. She kisses me. I wonder aloud about all the time we missed being together. She says she’s been waiting all this time. We kiss again. We’re making out now.

This dream put me in a pensive mood this morning. I was distracted at work. It’s another one of my sad, pathetic dreams of girls gone by. Unfortunately, I blog them because they are so damn important to me. There would’ve been a more descriptive account, but I dreamt that post up, too.

This blog is nothing but Mac, movies, and sad, sad dreams. (At least, I’m posting frequently.)

“Plan b isn’t a plan at all. It’s a witch hunt!”

broderic on September 13, 2006

As planned, Apple announced that theire iTunes music store will now sell downloadable movies. Nothing but Disney products. But the original music store opened with just a smattering of songs and look where they are today.

They also re-introduced the iPod mini in the form of the metallic iPod nano. Personally, I think they look ugly and would rather have the scratchable 1st gen nano.

They also updated the iPod shuffle. I want one. $79 for something that small. The only downside is that it is no longer self contained and comes with a USB rechargeable dock. Bulk on the desktop, but small form factor on the go. It’s even metallic which beats out the lame update to the nano.

“Dorks! Dorks! Dorks! Dorks!”

broderic on September 11, 2006

Unlike my buddy,
Wyman Lee, I am not an artist, but we do share the same passion for comics. Whereas he went to the biggy in NYC, I stopped by Baltimore’s Comic Con today with my brother. It’s a little bit smaller, but just as engaging. Mainly we browsed the back issue bins of the dealers. I did get some current issues, because I haven’t been to the comic store in awhile. I also picked up some Gundam toys.

Lou Ferrigno was signing autographs at a booth. He’s pretty bulked up. The veins in his arms were visible from several feet away. We didn’t get his autograph, because he was asking twenty bucks, and I had just spent most of my cash. I should’ve walked across the street from the convention center to the Bank of America ATM and grabbed more cash.

Anyway it was neat. There’s so much to read. I’ll have to go to the comic shop next week to catch up.