So my father rented a car here the other day. He’s from out of town, so naturally he doesn’t really know any roads, much less which direction to drive in. So we also rented a GPS along with the car. He’s never traveled while using one before, and this was what happened after we inputted our first destination. By the way, the voice of the GPS was a woman’s.
GPS: In 100 metres, turn right on ______ street. Dad: Do I answer her? YES MA’AM! Me: Dad it can’t hear you. Dad: Oh.
Dad: Oh by the way, I forgot luggage at the airport when I arrived. Me: Are you serious? We can go get it later, it should still be there.
*At the airport, after asking a lady to check if the baggage was still there*
Lady: Sorry, we couldn’t locate your baggage, you should try calling the airline itself as they hold onto passengers’ baggage. Me: Okay, thanks for your help
*On the way back to the car*
Me: If it was a big bag they shouldn’t have lost it. Dad: No actually it was just a medium sized box. Me: Oh what was in it? Dad: Just my hair gel. It’s really expensive. Me: …. Are you kidding. Dad: No, they wouldn’t let me carry it onto the plane so I had to put it in a box. Me: …..
Are the ones with creepy inbreds. In my opinion. I watched the movie Wrong Turn today and The Hills Have Eyes a while back, both were very disturbing to watch.
In other news, I participated in a horror/thriller movie marathon with some friends today, 4 movies back-to-back. It was alright, hopefully no nightmares tonight. We watched Wrong Turn, Homecoming, The Invisible, and Drag Me To Hell.
Wrong Turn was a pretty decent horror, but I just can’t stand watching the ones with the creepy inbred killers. They always end up doing all this sick stuff that is just disturbing to even watch. Homecoming was a pretty stupid movie starring Mischa Barton, who I think can barely act. It was quite boring to watch, the movie itself wasn’t at all gory or even that bloody. It just had some scenes which were very painful to watch. The Invisible was a decent supernatural thriller, the plot wasn’t great, but in my opinion, the soundtrack was pretty damn awesome and it redeemed the whole movie for me. Lastly, we watched Sam Raimi’s Drag Me To Hell. That one was actually pretty good, interesting story and quite suspenseful and thrilling. However, there were just some scenes which you couldn’t help but laugh, due its the ridiculousness. And of course, there’s a crazy old lady, so you know that’s going to be tons of fun.
So here’s a thought. Should we be concerned when we find some horrors funny? I mean, it could always be the fact that the scenes were portrayed poorly, resulting in an unintentional comedic tone, but still. What does it say about society when we begin to find some scenes where people die funny? I mean, no way is it funny in real life (I would think), so why do some people find scenes in these type of movies funny? That’s something that I have been wondering. It doesn’t really make me feel too good about our society today.
Tumblr has just informed me that my blog has turned 1 recently. It’s quite hard to believe that it’s already been a year, it barely feels like I have been posting for more than a couple of months. Hopefully, I can father this baby for days to come.
I shall now hug my Tumblr dashboard to celebrate this momentous occasion. This is not awkward at all.
One of first and earliest memories was probably a long time ago when I was perhaps the age of two or three. To be completely honest, there is nothing remotely great about this memory (well, actually it’s kind of funny now that I think about it). So the thing that happened was that I threw up on my mother. It’s strange, because when I think back on the event, I feel like I can only “see” parts of the whole incident, but not in its entirety. I’m pretty I was in the car with my family, my father was at the wheel, while my mother was cradling me in the back seats. My memory then flashes forward and skips a bit. The next thing I remember happening is my mother standing outside the car with the front of her shirt soaked in vomit. How disgusting. To this day, I still have no real clue what happened, if I got carsick or whatnot during the ride. But there you go. My first memory, and it’s about me throwing up on my mother. I’m sure she has gotten over it by now, she still laughs about it with me from time to time when I bring it up. She’s awesome.
I bring this up because the topic of “first memories” was brought up today in a discussion and I found it interesting to see what other people’s first memories were. What are your first memories? And if you’re thinking about it right now, you should keep in mind that the first memory that you actually remember and the memories that people tell you happened aren’t necessarily the same. So does anybody else remember their first memory?
That pop band soulDecision? I think they disbanded a couple years back, but I remember they were quite popular in the early 2000’s. Anyways, one of their hit singles “Faded” just played on the radio, and I can’t even begin to remember how long it’s been that I’ve heard the song or anything by the band. Time sure flies.
I’m not generally a poetic person, nor do I usually read poems, but “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas has easily become one of favorites. The message that he sends is quite powerful in my opinion, and it definitely leaves you contemplating the truth in what he wrote after reading it.
From what I understand he wrote this about his dying father at the time (which you can probably garner from the last stanza), but I think what he speaks about in the other stanzas are shouldn’t be glanced over. He talks a lot about how we shouldn’t let death take us so easily, but all the while acknowledging the fact that death is inevitable. The other part that really hit me was how he says we should make the most of our lives, so when we look back on it on our deathbeds, we can say that we’ve done something meaningful and it was not all for naught. Take a second to read it, it’s brilliant.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
They play Death Cab for Cutie (specifically “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”). Speaking of which, I generally hate listening to a lot of radio stations these days. All they do is overplay songs, especially the more prominent stations in my area. Most of these songs are usually by artists like Katy Perry, Rihanna, Ke$ha, and Lady Gaga. I swear, every other song that I hear is one by Gaga. It honestly makes me want to kill myself, I just can’t stand the music. If you’re a fan of her, no disrespect, but that’s just how I feel.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the good radio stations that were around during the past. I miss listening to more adult contemporary music, instead of all pop that’s becoming increasing popular with the masses. I also long for the music of the last decade. Just the other day I heard Tal Bachman’s “She’s So High” and I remember how I used to hear that song so much when I was younger. Honestly, I might have been a little young when that first came out (in 1999), but I find the music back then more enjoyable and easy to relate to.
But yeah, the station that I have been really liking lately is 100.5 FM (The Peak) for you other Vancouverites out there. I love it.
To the glorious sunshine pouring through the blinds? It’s honestly one of the best feelings in the world. From the moment that you open your eyes, all you see is light. There’s just SOMETHING about the light that makes you feel so good. It’s like an instant +10 happiness points and it’s just a great way to start off the day.
But most of the time the weather is gloomy or the sun hasn’t really come out yet and then you wake up feeling like a zombie (minus the desire for human flesh).
…that the new temporary Tumblr dashboard theme is pretty SLICK?
NOTE: I think the BP oil spill is a catastrophe. From the pictures and videos I’ve seen to the news that I’ve read, it’s total crap. The lack of consideration for our planet, our oceans, or anything affected by it just pisses me off. It seems like there are barely any solutions that are working, and at best, it seems they put in minimal effort in hopes to stopping it from spreading even further. This is said to be the worse oil spill in US history, and news reports say that the environmental damage that this disaster has caused will probably be felt for years to come.
That being said, I’m a guy with the lamest humour you can find, and I couldn’t help but share that oh so terrible (yet clever right) pun. Cause I honestly believe that the new layout is pretty rad. Anyway, go donate your $5! As well as having the satisfaction of donating to a good cause, you can keep the black dashboard theme and interchange between the default one.