Shy Ronnie.

Stumbled across this on Hulu last night. Pretty funny stuff. The video here is cut off, so click on it to be forwarded to the site.

My Secret is Out.

I actually harness the quality of what so many vigilant folk yearn for. This odd and quite possibly visually [don't get ahead of yourself, Sanchez] frightening, if noticeable, quality that is seemingly useful and necessary to raise alertness in such moments as rape, surprise attacks, horror film-type situations, or even, checking out "hot" babes, or staring directly at the person inline behind you at the bank. Yes, folks...

I have eyes on the back of my head.

Except all it sees is hair. So... there's that.

[note to self: starting to understand why my parents deem me useless]

End of Side B

Frosted Mini-Rant

What's your favorite cereal? Cool, moving on.

I like to think of myself as a Cereal Connoisseur [sometimes it's all I think about], not because I engage in midnight rendezvous with such nourishment. Not because I can speed read through literature and wacky puzzles on the back. Or because I might have the Lucky Charms marshmallows [before the red balloons] encompassing my belly button as a temporary tattoo at this very moment. Not even because I've collected all 4 micro-machines once [which, btw, I lost]. It is because I have so many choices when it comes down to it. So many favorites. One of those favorites being Frosted Mini-Wheats. So, if you're reading this and have never tasted Frosted Mini-Wheats, please refrain from going on any further because there are spoiler-alerts. So with that said...

*SPOILER ALERT*

They're NOT completely frosted. I know, you're welcome.

I wish they were. Maybe there is a shortage of frosty goodness. Who knows? I love the cereal, I do. It's a great source of Fiber. I just wish they weren't such liars over there at Kellogg's. If they called them Kellogg's Kinda Frosted Mini-Wheats, I would have thought twice before grabbing 3 family-sized boxes at Costco when I don't even have 3 families, let alone ONE. What am I supposed to do with all this Almost Frosted pseudo-goodness? Dowse it with milk until soggy, and make a Nipa Hut out of it? No, because that's exactly what they want you to do, because they're racist.

...Eh, I suppose it won't hurt.

End of Side A

Nine Months Later

Its been nine months since my last blog. I wonder if anyone has noticed. Probably, since I'm well past my third trimester and showing. Go ahead, gently place your palm against the screen; feel it kicking like its anxious to explore the world we have yet to. I guess this is a reminder that I will give birth to future blogs. Blogs that will flourish and campaign towards my/your/our artistic endeavors and creative realms. Blogs that will nurture and nest you in it's intellectual bosom, in hopes of eternal inspirational refuge; typical blog stuff like knitting a scarf or digital arts and crafts. Observations through the eyes of ambitious midgets or the best way to eat pie from Hoff's Hut or how to stare at a human-pest long enough to kill it. Inspirational stuff like that.

So I welcome me back and look forward to writing words to all the internet itinerants.

Cheers mates.

JS

040609 Tokyo!

To put it simply, this film was ravishing.  An outstanding and unique omnibus perspective on the disparate and peculiar lives of those compressed in close quarters of overpopulated city, Tokyo.  Similar to the critically acclaimed ensemble directed Paris, je t'aime, this film was conceived through a manage a trois of visually stunning and imaginative story tellers/directors, Michel Gondry, Leos Carax, and Bong Joon-Ho; each projecting a plethora of memorable moments accompanied by stylized yet intriguing and creative cinematography, dare I say original. 

Each film had its own opening and closing credit sequence (shorter than usual) which I assumed was used to announce the lack of a linear plot or any sort of coherency. I am not sure there was any relevance between the three films despite there being a few similar themes, they stood self-composed and strayed from contradiction; in other words, they all worked very well as separate films, as well as side by side. I strongly advise you movie goers to see this inspirational film as I am positive you'll leave in desperate attempts to analyze what shapes you.

032009 As Decadence Slowly Devours

Long time no bloggy. Pardon my online social-journal hiatus, I've just been more focused on what can be done to ensure the longevity, in my defense, here on our common grounds and I came to the conclusion of cyborgs. More later this week.

Nothing beats being a number amount of beers away from sober then meandering your away home [on a bike] from point A to point B coughing up whatever lungs you have left that the nicotine left you mercifully while thinking, "hey, why not." How was my night last night? Pretty good.

And for my friends here on blogspot (a red squiggly line indicating a spelling error for the word blogspot on blogspot; how ironic) I have yet to read your entries and might get around to it, however, I'm guessing it's not important enough to tell me via phone or company; I say, lets make a date to see each other since I miss you in all sorts of ways.

And if you need to stop believing in something, don't be afraid to do so even if Steve Perry tells you otherwise. 

CHEERS

022609 It's A Boy

My Sister just had her second child today, a baby boy. Congratulations.  Jaylen Makai Smith born at 12:34AM today.  Yay! Now I have a niece to have tea parties with and a nephew I can wrestle!

I'm happy.