The Third Man

I know I’ve posted about Munchausen by Proxy last year but I’ve actually never seen Yes Man until last night. Thank you Stel for convincing me to watch this! Anyways this song is called “Uh Huh” and its just totally hilarious. The lyrics kill me everytime. I went ahead and downloaded all 4 songs they recorded for the soundtrack because they’re just so fucking awesome and I must have them on my iTunes. I wish they were a real band. Well I guess I’ll just have to settle for Zooey’s other (non-fictional but equally awesome) band.

“ I like coffee too much. Sometimes I go to bed at night, and I get excited that I’m gonna have coffee in the morning! Like, I sit there and think, I get to wake up and have coffee!

—

- Amy Adams to Elle (via griptape)

Yes! Finally someone (outside of the fictional Rory and Lorelai Gilmore) understands and shares my extreme coffee addiction. Also, I’m fantasizing about asking Amy Adams, “Hey wanna grab a cup of coffee?” now.

Cat Power BBC Sessions

Chan Marshall live is what I’d call an acoustic eargasm. Here’s an awesome little downladable collection of her BBC recordings.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Shadows- Au Revoir Simone

Au Revoir Simone has a new album out and nobody tells me? For shame. Still Night, Still Light is a charming little polyphonic gem of dreamy synth-pop. I expect this album to be on loop for a while. It’s maudlin fuzziness and chilly lo-fi atmospherics makes this a perfect listen for those moody late nights.

thedailywhat:

Amigurumi of the Day: Crocheted TMNT cuties by Anders K. Iden.

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I need to learn to crochet.

artpixie:

dDbZF4lJrk8prhfaRCtmYExoo1_500 / naomifullbloom on vi.sualize.us

Mmm. Craving cereal.

Went to KL over the weekend with my friends to catch the Man Utd match.

We survived on a budget of $200 Sing each for four days and we still managed to:

1) Eat everything we wanted (Mostly this invoved A&W’s)

2) Club (at Poppy/Passion)

3) And get home (Just barely though)

All in all, pretty amazing road trip. Budget hotels at Chinatown and uncomfortable public transport experiences notwithstanding, I’d totally do this again.

Jealous yet?

almostlovers:

Directed mainly at Hidzir, but this is one of the recommended texts for my Contemporary Television Studies class -

Fighting the Forces : What’s at Stake in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Lanham, MD.: Rowman & Littlefield, c2002)

All I can think of is this exchange:

Willow: ‘Images of Pop Culture.’ This is good. They watch movies, TV shows, even commercials.

Buffy: For credit?

Willow: Isn’t college cool?

No effin’ way! The geekiest thing I ever got to do for university was analyse a Joss Whedon speech once. That’s it. Now you get to study texts about Buffy and get to see cool bands every other week and have Comic-Cons and why am I not living in Oz? Sigh.

Metaphilm just did an analysis that interprets Fight Club as a grown-up version of Calvin & Hobbes. I have to say that their theory is rather spot on. Mindblowingly spot on. Much like how Iron Man borrows a lot (allegorically) from Tin Man in Wizard of Oz, Calvin & Hobbes really is the spiritual literary precursor for Fight Club if you think about it. Even if you scoff at the comparisons, it’s still an interesting and well-written piece which reminded of all that I loved about Calvin & Hobbes.

I identified (still do) so much with Calvin. That little strip played such an important role in influencing my current worldview that I kind of credit Bill Waterson as being my fictional literary father figure sometimes. Nothing quiets my natural cynicism more than re-reading a Calvin & Hobbes collection. There’s such a sweetness and idealism to their story. All you have to do is read the nine part Racoon Story to understand my love for C&H. I dare you not to tear up.

thedailywhat:

Tee of the Day: “Bat & Rob” by Dina Prasetyawan.

Literally!

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I went to watch Seniman Bujang Lapok at the National Musuem with my poly mates last Friday. It was part of the (Not) Under The Banyan Tree: Open Air Cinema Festival. What an awesome experience. I was huge fan of P. Ramli when I was much younger and watching this again rekindled more than nostalgia, it rekindled my belief that local film-making can produce marvelous, genius, breathtaking works on celluloid. Far from being a majority Malay crowd, I saw lots of Chinese, Indian and even Caucasian faces in the audience roaring along with laughter. Sure, there were certain jokes that may have been lost in translation when reading the subtitles, but I get the feeling the movie was appreciated wholeheartedly nevertheless. It spoke to the universality and evergreen nature of P. Ramli’s works.

As I grew older, I grew jaded with the quality of local cinema. I don’t think I can be blamed for this. The local mainstream movie scene (outside the arthouse) has seriously gone to shit. I mean, this movie, (and not just this movie, Ramli’s entire filmography speaks volumes) filmed circa the 1950s was wittier, funnier and more progressive in it’s craft than anything I’ve seen over the last decade in local cinema. I’m not sure there will ever be anyone who can ever match the brilliance of someone like P. Ramli in Singapore, but for a brief moment, I’m filled with hope because I’m reminded that it’s not impossible.

Oh and on an unrelated note, I totally want to do more open air movie screenings in the future. We did a little picnic with mats and homemade food and stuff which I thought was a whole load of fun. Thanks to Ayu and Wani mainly for doing all that. Turned out to be a blast. The National Musuem totally has a great list of classic films thats going to screen soon. Check it out yo, and buzz me if anyone’s interested in getting your silver screen fills (not) under the banyan tree.

“ Pain or damage don’t end the world, or despair, or fuckin’ beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man — and give some back.

—

Al Swearengen.

You gotta fucking love Al man. Deadwood rewatch in the works if I have free time.

It’s a rainy Saturday night, and I’m stuck at home with nothing to do. Thinking of doing a Charlie Kaufman marathon. Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Synecdoche, New York. Should be fun. Or it could lead to my mind melting from all the meta-ness involved. Well see.

Fedor (or lack thereof)

Time magazine actually did a piece of UFC’s inabilty to sign Fedor Emelianenko. Really? I figured the clamouring for Fedor was just ruckus by online smart mark MMA fanboys. The layman will have no idea who Fedor is, which is a shame. Do me a favour and wiki him please. Go ahead, I’ll wait. But for anyone who does follow MMA, the name Fedor has mythic significance. It takes a certain level of excellence when an entire community of people know who you’re talking about just based on one-word name recognition. Tiger, Jordan, Ali, Pele…well maybe not Pele, no one really knows his last name.

Fedor’s staus as the greatest fighter in the world is somewhat tarnished if he doesn’t compete in the most competitive promotion in the world. And as much as you PRIDE fanboys out there would hate to admit it, the UFC is the elite fight organization in business today. At the same time, the UFC’s heavyweight division cannot possibly claim to be the best if they don’t have the best fighter in the world within their ranks.

It really is detrimental to both parties if they don’t work together sooner or later. The UFC marquee event, UFC 100, is set to take place in a matter of hours. The main event is the heavyweight title fight between heavyweight champion Brock Lesnar and challenger Frank Mir. Now what does it say, when all is said and done, that the winner of the fight still cannot claim to be the top heavyweight fighter in the world? Its embarrassing is what it is. Dana White should stop being a pussy and let Fedor have the contract he wants because if he doesn’t, nobody in his promotion can ever be called the greatest. In everyone’s mind right now, you’re only the best if you’ve beaten Fedor. And you know…we’re still waiting for that to happen.