Tee Hee

I read the news today, oh boy.
About a lucky man who made the grave.
And though the news was rather sad,
well I just had to laugh.
A Day In The Life - The Beatles

You have to love that verse. Anyway, sadism. Ah, what true pleasure mixed with cynicism (Right spelling?) Sickening, yes. Sadism I mean, not spelling. You know, like when someone breaks their leg and is lying on the ground clutching their leg, out of which the bone is protruding and a whole load of blood is spurting out, and there you stand, laughing your ass off. But I suppose that falls under...(I'll make categories here)..."hardcore sadists". Does that term even work? You know what? Pfft.

Yeah, so hardcore sadists. Those are the really sadistic ones. There are those of us who are, uh, mediocre sadists. The type who would laugh at the above incident only after it's happened, when someone's explaining it to you, however sad they are about it. Try it out, kids. The narrator's expression is priceless.

Yes, we should all be brought up as sadists. There'll be more laughing. I mean as mediocre sadists. Less to cry about in the world.

Don't even get me started on the pronunciation of 'sadist' and 'sadistic'. ... Actually, don't stop me. (Here, I feel the need to say 'ssssssssomebody ssstop me!' but that just wouldn't fit into context.)

Sadist:
1. Say-dist. (Which is what I say. Not that it matters to you, whoever you are. If it does matter to you, get help.)

2. Sad-ist. 'Sad' as in "the monkey was sad."
And this pronunciation...well, I won't judge. If you pronounce it like this, I shall just hope you are a nice person.

Sadistic:
1. Suh-distic. (Again, my way.)

2. Say-distic (Well, I won't complain. It makes sense that you think it's this since sadist is pronounced that way... you know, in my opinion and hopefully yours.)

3. Sad-istic. (Refer to point no.2 under "Sadist")

And those were my musings. I am thanking you for your time, dear gentlemen and gentle-ladies.

Like A Rolling Stone

Directed by Todd Haynes, this is a movie that, in my opinion, isn't just for Bob Dylan fans. It's a strange kind of movie but keeps you pretty much glued to the screen. It revolves around six people's lives, all different stories. Yet, somewhere, suddenly some two stories will connect. But it isn't one story at a time. They happen simultaneously, which proved to be just a little confusing.

Alright, let me contradict myself a little bit here: The movie would probably be better understood by Bob Dylan fans than, well, non-Bob Dylan fans. For instance, Julian Moore's role reminded me a little of Janis Joplin. Whether that was the intention or not, it did.

As far as actors go, the one that stands out incredibly is Cate Blanchette. Not only was she playing Bob Dylan, but I thought she did a better impersonation than the other five. Marcus Carl Franklin put up a pretty astonishing performance. Ben Wishaw came every now and then but he certainly caught my eye (and not just because he's good looking). Christian Bale was brilliant too. I hope with all my heart that it WAS him singing because his voice exists to fall in love with. Heath Ledger was interesting and acted well but there wasn't too much to make of it. [RIP, Heath.]

Towards the end of the movie, though, somehow I didn't understand Richard Gere's role too much. Maybe I wasn't paying attention.

The music was, obviously, perfect. (It being Bob Dylan, what can go wrong?)

Overall, I'd give it four stars and a recommendation.

Dribble

I was 'updating my profile' and you know those questions they ask you which you can keep changing? Well, there was one which went "Quick! The children want to hear the story of the bald frog with the wig!" or something along those lines. There I was thinking "What an oppertunity!" but my answer exceeded the 400 character limit. Or was it 400 words? No i don't think so. This is computerized shit. So here goes:

Once upon a time (in mexico.. ha ha), there was this frog. He croaked away in bingle bog (sound familiar to my fellow cbse slaves?). Ok but seriously, this frog was like the coolest animal around. He used to wear a load of bling. Oh and he had a mohawk that all the other animals kept ogling at.

One day, he went on a date with this "totally hawt" iguana. They were sitting near a spring and talking happily when suddenly it started raining!! (dun dun dunnnn!)

"Don't you worry, iguana dear!" said the frog, "My mohawk can shield us both!" Little did he know that the rain water was shrinking his mohawk.

"Oh. My. God," the iguana said in horror, "Your mohawk...it's...shrinking??" In a few seconds, the frog was bald.

"Iguana, dearest, I must confess.." sighed the frog, "My hair is fake. I'm actually 82 years old. I had plastic surgery done."

"UGH!" screamed the iguana, whipping the old frog with her tail and storming off.

The frog sat down and glared up at the suddenly dark, sky. "Is this my fate? Will I never be able to do it again?" [DO-AH?! ... I can't BELIEVE I actually did that...]

Thunder and lightning struck! The frog cowered in fright. He waited for about five minutes for something to happen.

"You mean all that build up was for nothing?!" the frog yelled irritably at the sky.

"Dude, did you not like see me when I jumped out of the clouds?" said a voice. The frog turned around in surprise. There stood an Ibex in all his glory, wearing cool purple sunglasses and millions of hippie chains around his neck.

"Wh...Wha..Who..?" dithered the frog, feeling confused.

"Dude!!!" said the Ibex, grinning as he stressed on the 'u' in 'dude'.

"But," the frog said, slightly irritated, "You're supposed to be God like! Not some junkie!"

"Hey!" the Ibex said, offended, "I am totally not a junkie! And, dude, I AM God. You're just expecting all that whiteness and purity. You just have to feel the love."

"Right," the frog muttered.

"So you want some hair, dude?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

"What kind of style?"

"Just like my old mohawk."

"But mohawks were so yesterday, dude!"

"Then what's the in thing that the kids wear now?"

"Faux Hawks are in, man!"

"Well, ok."

The Ibex took out one of his million chains by lowering his head. He ate one of the beads.

"Is this like witchcraft?" the frog asked, in awe.

"Huh? Oh! No dude, I just like the way they taste."

Then the Ibex stared hard at the frog's bald head. There was a clap of lightning and the next thing the frog knew, his hair had the coolest look about it. The Ibex was gone.

So the old, creepy frog lived a happy life. (The few years he had left anyway.)

The End.

thank you for putting up with a complete waste of post. :)

"Reacting To An Imaginary Stimulus"

Ugh. I hate starting posts. I always blank out and I'm always trying to be witty about it or something of that sort. Well, screw it. I'm going to be boring. I ruined this beginning and quite happily. (I just might be in a bitter mood. Live with it, please. Yes, the please was added as forced, extended courtesy.)

When you're a kid (and here, I mean like 6 to 8 years old. I still consider myself a kid.) and you're playing "housie housie", you 'act', right? But here, acting is just pretending. Hence the term "pretend games" came about in Indian youth.

But, when you're older and if you're an actor, you have actual methods to 'develop character'. I find it pretty amusing, because at the end of the day, you're just doing the same thing, only you've become something of a perfectionist. (And that isn't the kind of perfectionist I'm talking about in my previous post). There are all these nooks and crannies that you need to work out, like the character's walk, his/her past, blah.

On top of all this, there are different methods to work about your character. There's the famous "getting into the skin of your character", which just makes me laugh so hard (no offence meant to the people who adopt this method). And then there's the method where acting is nothing but playing your objective. I'm sure there's a lot more.

I realised that I don't have any method. I just don't believe in the "getting into the skin of your character" thing. Because, think about it, if you 'became' the character.. Supposing you were Juliet, would you actually die on stage? I mean, you ARE the character. Sure, that would bring about so much of the essence of the whole play.. But I doubt one would believe in their character that strongly. Plus, the audience could get traumatized for life seeing someone die like that. Not the best way to get good reviews.

Anyway, sure, I build up a history for the character and then play it honestly. But that's about it. Would that make me less of an actor? I hope not.

Inside The Actor's Studio With Johnny Depp:
JL - James Lipton
JD - (Who do you think, genius) Johnny Depp.

JL: We begin our classroom with the questionaire...Johnny, what's your favourite word?

JD: Why.

JL: *pause* *smiles* Didn't it sound appropriate to you? Did to me. What is your least faourite word?

JD: No.

JL: What turns you on?

JD: Breathing.

JL: What turns you off?

JD: ...Not breathing. *grin*

JL: What sound or noise do you love?

JD: My daughter's voice.

JL: What sound or noise do you hate?

JD: Vacuum cleaner.

JL: What is your favourite curse word?

JD: ...Boy...This is a real opportunity here...

JL: Yes it is. *smiles*

JD: I don't want to mess this up... I think the most expressive..would be "shit". Yeah, shit works a lot.

JL: What profession, other than yours, would you like to attempt?

JD: Writing, I think..Writing.

JL: What profession would you absolutely not like to try?

JD: President of the United States.

JL: Johnny, if heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

JD:... "Wow."

JL: I think he would be joined by a choir of angels in that.

(Sorry for the "*"s. It had to be said!)