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Finding the browser window/tab that is playing the music…

And closing it.

YEAH EAT THAT, ANNOYING FLASH THINGS!

And now, to a random diversion.

It’s not that I don’t blog about personal things. Of course I do! My personal collection of Transformers and cameras and various guitar accessories which make no sense because I don’t have an electric guitar. (e.g. a Jimi Hendrix Crybaby wah pedal and an eBow) and three harmonicas (2 C harps and a C chromatic). I have a metal slide, picks I don’t use, a SoundBlaster Live! 5.1 which had EAX controls that allow every regular effect known (so I had a bass, distortion, flanger, but no true wah, which is why I got one), and a ukelele I sold off.

Chicks dig this shit, yo. (Picture recycled from this post.) There are three things very notably distinct about this picture:

1) I had short hair and was proud that I looked like Neo of The Matrix whenever I put on any sunglasses
2) I’m wearing a polo shirt (I swear I had loads of these back then but the stack got misplaced)
3) The thing that appears to be a guitar strap is actually a bag. I used to carry one wherever I went, filled with a 1 liter bottle. I was a thirsty hippo then.

And this, this is an undated picture of an undisclosed location.

While at it, I won’t disclose which hot chick rabid fan took this picture, either. Yes, yes, I will have your babies, don’t worry. We’ll set an appointment okay?

Anyway, back to me getting all close and personal.

It’s not that I don’t. In fact, I do express my deepest emotions, in convulated prose and rhyme. I only write songs out of bad things.

You want to dig the dirt?

If you hang out with me, you know where to dig the dirt – in person.

(stim-girl I miss you!)

But hey, I’m going to put up more text. Apparently, I get more comments that way. Ironically, this was not the case back when I had no pictures. So it might just be a I-miss-the-old-Albert response.

I worry about readability too; often I read a blog full of text which isn’t paragraphed properly, or with capitalized nouns for easier reading (yes, it does help). Stop randomly coloring your text! Your blog is not your History textbook.

I worry also if I repeat myself (on my blog), writing about something I’ve written before.

I worry about telling stories that have no point or entertainment value. If you blogged that you were brushing your teeth, that would be boring; however, if you blogged that you were brushing your teeth and then heard a voice narrating that you were brushing your teeth, that would be interesting.

I also see green and red zigzag lines under text all the time ala Microsoft Word.


Notice a missing word? It should be “taste so the different” dammit!

I worry that when I write text, it is often as a personal message to someone. I worry also that I write in such reverse order that the person often does not get it.

Best friends we are, you and me

Yes, that’s a line from a song some very few people have heard.


I find that best friends are a transient concept to me; I do not have a best friend, and believe the concept died after high school. Such alarming emotional dependence on one person is not healthy!

My friends waver in closeness; a close friend and I may fade into contactless oblivion. I may make a new friend on the LRT or at a gig. All it takes is that one magic question, that “meet cute“, that causes an arched eyebrow on either side, and wham!

I hate how it is, that I admire certain traits in people, seeing how it brings them such success… and I adapt them… much, much later. For example, if somebody starts saying a catchphrase, everybody else will start doing it before I do.

Random Insanity

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I remember back in school, at the back of the class, when Mojam whipped out a guitar and played the intro riff to Sugar Ray – Every Morning. He then doubled it with bassline.

I thought he was God.

There isn’t going to be any consistency in this blog post.

There are only two things that really depress me to the point that I am incapacitated. The first, I have already settled with some major wrist-aching capacity; the second, I have always been in a quandary.

Just when you find you can achieve something, you find that it cannot be used in the current situation.

Like a nightmare, you run from one corner to another, in search of an elusive item. The thing that matters to you most. Weird things happen. The second floor disappears. You do a MacGyver, or Lara Croft, depending on your gender and how well you are blessed.

There really is no need to reply this, because I understand how hard it is to reply something like this which has no definite hooks to weave strings of text around. However, if you can do so profoundly, I salute you, and will probably copy take inspiration from how you do it.

Maybe I should pay more attention to girl friends who write emo posts like these. It takes me quite a lot to get me to this point… so I can’t imagine how you guys girls take it.

But here’s something that you can reply to:

I watched 300 and Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer in cinemas recently. Of course, having watched 300 way after everybody else’s cajoling (I didn’t want to watch it because I don’t go out of my way to watch gory movies like Saw 3.) Yeah, you know they’re gonna kill some, and they’re gonna die too. Yeah, you know what’s to become of them in the end. I didn’t feel a strong sense of empathy for them especially when things were going too well. It was good, but I did not feel the same compulsion to tell everybody to watch it.

I have a feeling that at least 300 angry people will come after me.


Random Photoshopped-to-censor-MSN-addresses screenshot!

With Perfume, however, you root for the murderer! The show is full of real, non-CGI-ed French slum grit. It felt like Edward Scissorhands (ironically, Tim Burton turned down the job) meeting Powder (at the ending).

I love predictable endings. I love wack endings. As long as they’re good endings.

Emo Hair, Shoe Stare

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Hey Albert, so what kind of music do you listen to?

Geez, I thought the hair was obvious. I am a rocker! Heavy metal flows through my veins.

However, Google seems to think otherwise; Google Image Search says I have an emo hairstyle.

Thanks suelingz for finding me, smashpOp for alerting me, and Jed for taking the picture.

Unfortunately, I have perfect 20/20 vision and have no reason to wear glasses. Who knows, I might look hot in emo glasses.


For the record, this is an example of what an emo hairstyle looks like. George of Dreaming To Sleep on vocals sounds exactly like an American emo vocalist. Syefri plays bass in the background. (Taken from an old blog entry. Hello Natalie the hot dancer!)

In the meantime, I have come up with a breakthrough discovery in the hidden language of women.

Many a time I have been out with a chick, and I bump into another chick (or congregation of chicks).

Chick to chick: “Hey, nice shoes! Where did you get them from?”

This almost always happens!

I’m not sure if that is a snide hint to me to replace my starving artist shoes. However, I have surveyed around, and this phenomena does not happen to every guy I know. However, the one coincidence I can concur from this is that it seems to happen to relatively uh… good-looking guys. (Unless there’s another variable I have not noticed.)

Therefore, I suppose that “Hey, nice shoes! Where did you get them from?” really means:

“Hands off, he’s mine!”

(I have discounted the possibility of the chicks all being fashionistas, because some of them are laid back T-shirt and jeans wearers.)

Look Ma, No Pictures!

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So I caught Stranger Than Fiction and The Holiday, two movies featuring two comedians I like doing serious roles; Will Ferrell (best in Anchorman and the Cowbell SNL skit) and Jack Black (best in School Of Rock, and maybe Tenacious D: Pick Of Destiny whenever I get to see it.)

Despite the many questions of the believeability of Stranger Than Fiction, like, “Did her character manifest in real life… or is Karen in her book?“, it is certainly more believeable than The Holiday, where Jude Law knocks on your door (wow!) and he has big-eyed kids (awww!) and he is a widower (AWWW.) Bloody Hallmark channel trite.

Those scriptwriters take every chance they get to put an AWWW moment in. Are we supposed to start crying in the first 15 minutes of the movie?

In Stranger Than Fiction, Will Ferrell plays Harold Crick, an IRS taxman who suddenly hears the voice of novelist Kay Eiffel (played by a very sombre Emma Thompson). She then narrates that he is going to die… which freaks him out. Will looks distraught, which really isn’t that much of a departure from him, because ALL his movies feature him going through a rough patch. He also always beds a hot chick (except in Kicking And Screaming, I think…)

Stolen from IMDB’s Quotes:

Harold Crick: [talking to Ana while holding a cardboard box with multiple small paper bags inside] I brought you flours.

(The joke being that Ana is a baker that Harold has the hots for. That scene was a lot more real and more sweet because he was a gangly nerdy taxman, as opposed to the super suave Jude Law who has everything set romantically, being an editor, which was by far the least romantic job held by any of the characters in The Holiday.)

Meanwhile, in The Holiday, Jack Black is always animated and always gets a singing skit. I tire of seeing it when it’s not appropriate.

The ending for Stranger Than Fiction might disappoint, but the irony of that is already stated in the movie.

Dr. Hilbert: It’s not great, it’s okay.

The movie is the novel! The beautiful irony of that made me realize how brilliant it was.

Both movies have a lot of hidden references; The Holiday makes it most obvious, with each character having a few references to previous movies. Heck, the movie was written with the four stars in mind! Stranger Than Fiction has loads of references to The Beatles.

I wonder now if Sacha Baron Cohen will do a serious role. Yeah, the guy behind Ali G, Julien (he goes “I like to mooove it mooove it!” in Madagascar)

I don’t quite know how he would outdo the masterpiece that is Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, really. I loved the hidden irony and parody; Borat is a reporter from a fictional Kazakhstan who comes to America to learn its culture and document it for his country to see.

Random quotes stolen from IMDB:

Borat: My neighbor Nushuktan Tulyiagby is still assholes. I get iPod, he get iPod mini. Haha! Everyone know iPod mini for girls!
Borat: Go, kids! Smash the Jew chick before it hatches!
Azamat: [points to two cockroaches] The Jews have shifted their shapes!
Borat: You telling me the man who try to put a rubber fist in my anus was a homosexual?
Borat: My moustache still tastes of your testes!

Yes, there are some pretty gross scenes there (which came about since Talladega Nights: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby, where Sacha plays Jean Girard, a gay racecar driver who kisses Will Ferrell.)

While it seems like Borat is a highly ignorant chauvinist ape from a faraway land, he is really parodying the Americans in their ignorance of outside culture. For example, in his fictional Kazakhstan, they believe that Jews transform into ogres and that they must be killed. (Sacha is Jewish, heh.)

Pimp Edge

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What: Big Bloggers’ Meet
Where: Wizard Cafe, Sungei Wang Plaza
When: 11:30am, 3rd February 2007
How Much: Free entry, open to everyone

I am not responsible for any stalkees getting shot like papparazzi from stalkers.


And now, for some teaser shots. There are two ways to get a pimping post on my blog; the first is to identify all 8 objects and/or the effects used to make them.


The easier way is to Guess That Trashcan! Where is this trashcan at?

Surprise In Film

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This blog post will have no pictures, and you will find out why later.

Many surprise birthday parties have been thrown for friends; often, out of unsuspecting dinner invites a few days before the actual date, to avoid suspicion.

And so, I knew damn well that the days before my birthday were those I should be most aware of, so I don’t sound as hysterical or dumbfounded as any of these friends. (But I certainly avoided “Throw me a surprise birthday party will you guys? As many celebrations as my age?“)

Probably the only person I know who didn’t get majorly surprised (or had a hunch) was stim-girl. Boohoo.

Anyway.

I sat at my office workstation, cursing the slow Internet connection, when the lights tripped and a cake came out. I turned back and sung along, “Happy birthday…” thinking it was Aaron or Rizal’s birthday or something.

Oh, right. Me!

There it was, a… smaller-sized cheesecake. (Thank my diabetic tendencies that it’s tiny; finishing cakes is hardly in fashion.)

I got 6 rolls of ISO 400 film as a present from colleagues. Thanks dudes!

Now, what was sublime and ethereal about these 6 rolls was that it was not a want. It was almost a need. I was going to buy two 3-packs of ISO 400 film anyway, for Rock The World 7.

They could’ve given me that to find out that I’d already gotten film. But no! Such perfect, perfect timing! God bless them, and God blessed my wallet!

Very practical, too! (I don’t know what to do with functionless memorabilia. Damn pink elephants.)

Jenifur, if you masterminded such a gift suggestion, I salute you. You’ve had a track record of choosing the most matching gifts for friends. Go start a service and charge people, yo.

After work, I got off at KL Sentral. Walking past a camera shop, I figured I might as well develop the two rolls of film I had, and get them to burn it to CD.

When it was time to collect, I saw two strands of blank film hanging from their machine. “Uh sorry sir, your film didn’t advance.” When I loaded the film, I put it over the notches and under the uh… advancer, but I didn’t make sure that the film was stuck firmly in. Sure, the film advance lever would crank and make a sound, and the film counter would increase, but the film didn’t move.

There goes my Moonshine-in-film shots. 🙁 (Of course, there’s always Moonshine-in-infrared, Moonshine-in-slow-shutter-flash…)

I got them to show me how to load the film and lock it in place. When advanced properly, the film rewind lever would turn together with each crank. Oh, and I got the Olympus OM-2000 back, and the shutter-clicking-after-advancing-film bug was fixed. However, a new one came – even when the film advance lever was in the lock position, I could still press the shutter and take a picture! (So now I don’t advance the film until I intend to take a picture.)

Well, at least I learnt it then, rather than after 6 blank rolls at Rock The World 7. 😀

He’s In Fashion

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I was walking around Subang Parade once, and I bumped into April and Jaymee.

Hey Albert! We weren’t sure it was you! We were like looking from afar and wondering, ‘Is that him? I don’t remember him looking that scruffy…’

Well excuuuse me, I’m in fashion. No, literally. In fashion! In “In Fashion“!


From left to right: Nadya, me, Diane

Needless to say, I bought it. First time I was in a magazine! (Well okay, that’s not true.)

However, the rest of the magazine seemed to be a Sungei Wang catalogue. Which reminds me of this conversation:

Ahbert: Su Zhen aaa! Come to Moonshine on Thursday aaa! I dowan to look like the only Sungei Wang representative wor.
Su Zhen: But hor, Thursday hor, I’ve got plans already hor. 😛
Ahbert: Ya, lain kali je la beb. 😉
Su Zhen: Haha ewww, poyo giler! LOL ok bye. 🙂
Ahbert: Eleh sombong dah, lepak dengan Siti-Siti dan Anuar-Anuar yang femes dan sewaktu dengannya. Aku pun nak bla! Issh. Ambik kau.
Su Zhen: Oh my god laa aku ni masih ingat kampungku, bumi yang aku pijak ok. 🙂 Haha kidding la aiyo it’s not a big deal. 😛 Silly. Hey this weekend the ASTRO show is at Klang. Come come if you want? 🙂 Teehee.
Ahbert: KLANG?!? Alamak katak! Kau tau tak, kat sana mereka semua MAKAN BABI! Tak halal tu beb!!! Berdosa tau! Aku tak boleh la, aku jadi roadie Broken Scar kat Rock The World 7. Dapat crew tag tau, boleh lepak backstage. Fuwaa!
Su Zhen: FOCKER!! Oh macam tu laaa, kawan kawan dengan Brokenscar tu tak nak kawan dengan I la nih… Funkysocks pun bagus tau… ok la you pergi dengan kawan kawan you yang Berbrokenscar itu, lagi glamour. Hmph. Bye! LOL.
Ahbert: Memang pun. 😛 Jangan tak rock beb. Bai!!!
Su Zhen: Cis! Cheebye! 😛
Ahbert: You nii kan, lepak dengan budak Klang semua makan babi, tak baik tau! Baik ko bertaubat. Kalau sudah sesat jalan, baik kau tanya Mawi. Itu dia budak yang baik.
Su Zhen: Eh, kita semua lepak kat hotel ok, tak dibenarkan pergi keluar, I think so, don’t worry, takde babi kat hotel. 😛 Haha ok bye!
Ahbert: Fuhh lega aku. Orait cik manis! Gudnait!

* Su Zhen’s name has been changed to protect her privacy.

It always cracks me up when a non-Muslim says “Maaakan baaabi“. 😀 You gotta say it in a most exaggerated manner.

In the meantime, more event pimping:

What: Moonshine: a homemade acoustic show
Where: Laundry Bar, The Curve
When: 9:45pm, Thursday 14th December 2006
How Much: Free entry, but if you see a hottie buy him/her a drink and maybe, write him/her a message on tissue paper. Just remember to get the waiter/waitress to point out who you are.
Who: Ferns, Flatline, Naked Breed, Stonebay

More details here.

What: Rock The World 7
Where: Stadium Merdeka
When: 3pm, Saturday 16th December 2006
How Much: RM25 per entry; first 5000 entries get a free Rock The World 7 T-shirt
Who: 50 artists over 3 stages

The full list and timetable is at http://www.rocktheworld.com.my. If one act is not your thing, walk to another stage! If that’s not your thing either, walk to another! How great is that?

I’ve had the Rock The World 4 shirt from long time ago, and it’s still good and bright. (I didn’t get to win the 5th and 6th shirt. 🙁 )

I’m going for Moonshine and Rock The World 7.

Oh, and if rock is not your thing, but you want to see local artistes (and if you think Funky Socks are hot):

What: Gegak Gemilang Astro
Where: Padang Pandamaran, Klang, Selangor
When: 9am-11:30pm, Saturday 16th December 2006
How Much: I think it’s free. Just say you’re a fan of Funky Socks. 😀
Who: Anuar Zain, Erra Fazira, Adibah Noor, Aznil Hj. Nawawi, Mawi, Zahid, Faizal, Vince, Farhan, Farah, Marsha, Idayu, annnd Funky Socks!

Interconnected

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FOOD! The “Indomee Burger” is actually Indomee with bits of burger patty in it. Found in Bestari, Desa Sri Hartamas. Something fun to try.


Indo-Maggi Mee! Finally, a mamak near my house gets it right. When they say they don’t have Indomee, and you try to tell them to cook Maggi Mee in Indomee style, plain, empty, devoid of vegetables and all that, with an egg done sunny side up… they always give you Maggi Mee with some junk. I love my Indomee clear of anything but sauce and egg.

This is why I love Indomee.


And now for drink – Athena! requested a special drink for me. 😀


Internal reflection.


We then headed on the KTM, where we found this – protection.


…that makes the KTM pretty safe, compared to what I spotted once in Berjaya Times Square Theme Park – a halted rollercoaster. When I saw it it had already stopped so I had no idea what caused it, but it took quite a while to evacuate the people. This was shot with my infrared-modded Fujifilm Digital Q1 with Seagull 50mm F1.8 MC lens (300mm equivalent.)


Speaking of protection, always check your gloves before you dye your hair. Note the water gushing out the sides; this explains those funny looks on people when they look at my blue nails.


Oh, of course, the blue hair.


…which wasn’t so apparent when I found Fireangel not in a striped top! (Oh and Suanie, this beard’s for you.)


I found her, and Ching, in Somo. I love this picture because she is not facing the camera (and thus looks different, unlike every other picture on her blog which has her muka chop.) Oh, and the sticky table mats are hilarious too.


Somo? It’s this swanky new terrace bar in Mont Kiara. They have hot party planners! 😉 However, don’t go there on an empty stomach until they open their Japanese food bar.


Speaking of dishes, this is all leaves.


Dish out the gossip.


But sometimes, you might hit a brick wall when trying to communicate.


Other times, your message gets relayed a few times.


That, or a cold mist.


Soon, all is lost. (Imagine now, if the sky was orange. 😉 )


Remember when the haze went away and the sun shone and the trees basked in joy?


Everybody celebrated that blue skies and clouds were back! (This could be an ICI ad.)


Oh, and a picture that wouldn’t fit anywhere in the story. Giant ZOIDS!

Royal Flush

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So I managed to catch another movie featuring Hugh Jackman – Flushed Away. And no, I didn’t get to see the other Hugh Jackman movie – I missed the run of The Prestige. It came and went, and I didn’t even see its trailer… but then again, I haven’t been to movies early enough. (Not my fault!)

Aardman Studio’s trademark claymation characters are all there, with their humor, too. However, it felt a bit more American, with less clever conversation, and more hidden jokes (ala Simpsons). Or maybe I didn’t spot as many until the end. Spot the Gromit and Bunny!

Le Frog: To action!
French Henchfrogs: We surrender!
Le Frog: Not that action, you idiots! The kung-fu thing!

The French are associated with white flags and surrendering, so scones for you if you spot it!

The joke with the classic yellow Wolverine costume didn’t occur to me till the end. Hugh Jackman, geddit?

Jean Reno is always playing henchman to a baddie, or inspector. This time he’s hilarious. You’d forget that it was Ian McKellen being Toad. Bill Nighy was excellent as Whitey, the bigger of Toad’s two henchmen; he said stupid lines but didn’t necessarily do stupid things. The voice actors/actresses did not bring their typecasts to the characters, thankfully. If you didn’t know who was voicing who, it would be tough to guess.


The singing slugs were real cute, too! (Okay, so I’m taking this oppurtunity to insert some snail pictures of my own.)

Disappointingly, IMDB only has a few quotes from the movie, compared to the wealth in quotes from Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.


Yet another snail insert.

And now, for a survey!

I think this survey makes more sense to read when you sort it into two lists – those that are true, and those that aren’t. So here goes the false bits:

I wear glasses or contact lenses. (20-20 baby! I should not waste these God-given optics and become a pilot and shag stewardesses all day. And uh, fly planes as well.)
I wear a toe ring.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I talk in my sleep.
I’m not allergic to anything.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I walk barefoot wherever I can. (Do socks count?)
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I can’t live without black eyeliner.
I can’t stick to a diet.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I fall for the worst people.
I went college out of state.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I worked at a McDonald’s restaurant.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
I’m obsessed with guys.
I hate office jobs.
I have jazz in my blood. (But I got the bluuues baby. And heavy metal flows in my veins.)
I study for tests most of the time.
I own the “South Park” movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I love to play video games.
I’ve been in a threesome.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I’ve broken someone’s bones.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe , free of cost, and scar-free.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn’t survive without Caller I.D.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I’m always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
I enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I don’t hate anyone.
I’m a pretty good dancer.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I have changed a diaper before.
I’ve called the cops on a friend before.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.


(It waves!)

And here goes the true bits.

I miss somebody right now. (Then again, I miss all of you! Muaks! Hugs and kisses for all of you! I hope you’re touched!)
I don’t watch TV these days.
I believe that honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse.
I have changed mentally over the last year.
I’m TOTALLY smart.
I’m paranoid sometimes.
I need money right now.
I have long hair.
I have at least one sibling.
I like the way I look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a lot of friends.
I’m currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex. (Damn these party games.)
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a cell phone.
I’ve rejected someone before.
I want to have children in the future. (So I can bestow my warped beliefs.)
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have tried alcohol before.
I have made a move on a friend’s significant other or crush in the past.
I am happy at this moment!
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met. (Someday, I’ll blog about it.)
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I’m proficient in a musical instrument.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I adore bright colours.
I somehow enjoyed this thingy. (Only because I thought of a new way of answering it.)
I can pick up things with my toes.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I’ve ever written in.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
I can’t whistle.


Follow the yellow brick road.

Yet Another ‘Guin Movie

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So I saw Happy Feet, yet another penguin movie, which had its musical-wannabe bits.

The moment Gloria sang the first few lines from Prince – Kiss, I knew I was going to enjoy the musical direction of the movie. Anybody got the regal connection between that, and Queen? (They did the choir bits of Somebody To Love!)

Think even further, to Hugh Jackman playing Memphis. When I think Memphis, I think of Elvis Presley… the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. As if that wasn’t enough, he also talked like Elvis and sang Heartbreak Hotel.

Think even more – these are Emperor Penguins you’re talking about!

Mumble, the main character, had a bowtie-like marking on his chest… which, I suppose, was a homage to Fred Astaire, who tap danced with a bowtie as well.

Hugo “Agent Smith” Weaving was unmistakeable; so was Robin Williams. Excellent cinematography, with landscapes so real and beautiful you’d wish you were there to take pictures.

Everything is crisp and so realistic; even the humans you’d see later are so real they spark debates. I think Animal Logic probably had motion capture humans to keep to the computer-generated theme (just like stop-motion strictly does not have any motion that is not stop-motion.) They did, after all, do the computer-generated Agent Smiths and Neos in The Matrix series, you know. :O

I find I love Queen songs much much more after they become featured in movies – Wayne’s World brought car-headbanging with Bohemian Rhapsody (though I’d been doing it before watching the movie); Flash Gordon had the tacky Flash; Highlander featured Princes Of The Universe, and Shaun Of The Dead tells you to “kill the Queen” when Don’t Stop Me Now plays (complete with cool zombie-slashing choreography) and ends with You’re My Best Friend. And now, the faux choir of Somebody To Love plays constantly in my head.