PZB's Phorum is on hiatus for the time being because there was a huge fight among posters (I threw a brick through a car window in that fight too). Well, lately I have felt that I prefer to read her live journal than to discuss everything but PZB's work with her fans.

I have also had huge fights with my mother. She wants me to take a mortgage on our house to buy another shack for the pets. I am sorry, Mom, but honestly, I would rather have them euthanized than get in more debt. Over all things, I am not going to put at any risk the only house that is paid for. The one I have lived in since I was four. 18 grown up cats have a better chance to fend for themselves in the backyard. It figures to be an explosive year.

I forgot to mention that I went to the Puerto Rico International Book Fair. It was exactly that: forgettable. I've had more excitement going to Borders.

Today I am trying to enjoy myself: I am going to attend a play written by a friend. You see, there are people who don't procastinate and seem to make the most out of 24 hours a day. She works, studies English, writes plays and is the VP of the Colegio's Dance Company. She is only 19. Come to think of it: I have just found a way to make myself more miserable. Heh.

The Matrix: Revolutions
Rating: ( B )

Finally saw The Matrix: Revolutions. I am not sorry about seeing it and after reading some of the favorable reviews on the Net, I wish I could sit down and see the three movies in a one day marathon.

It could have been better, of course. But the movie's problem began with Reloaded. Too unbalanced. Reloaded got the philosophical, programming analogy baggage in huge heaps and left the little sister movie with little to play with. This is a resolution, an ending to the story of The Matrix and too many questions were raised in the second movie to be solved in a two hour movie fest that also needed big fights, explosions, mechas, love story, cool eyewear and wardrobe. So everything suffered in comparison to the first ones that had all the time in the world. The good thing is (and it is a huge good thing) that it ended as it had to. It even turned the previous corny moments (the resurrection scenes if you must know) and gave a twist to them that is worth the price of admission.

Go see it. Especially if you saw ELF on the big screen.

Saw a horror movie called Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Yes, the horror of seeing Hugo Weaving (aka Mr. Smith in all Matrix movies) AND one of my favorite hunks, Guy Pearce (Memento, Count of Montecristo, Ravenous) prancing about to Gloria Gaynor. It was funny and campy as all hell, though sometimes it tried to be surreal artistic.

Maybe later today I will go see Matrix: Revolutions. I have seen all the Matrix movies at the theater, don't want to break the spell.

Quick note, I am late for work:

Life has been good this past week. Work is boring because of the rain, Duran Duran are back together and:

I am officialy reentering university next semester as a computer science major!!!!
I talked to the department director AND believe it or not, they are convalidating each and every math course I took more than ten years ago. SOOOOO, if all goes well I could have a new bachelor's degree in May 2005. I have fourteen classes left to take, need to take a refresher on Calculus and Differential Equations. Here's a toast to a future life working in front of a computer screen with as little unwanted human interaction as possible...

Oh My God!!

Heavy Metal Santa lent me the Duran Duran Greatest DVD. I have come to two conclusions: I need to buy it and twenty years is nothing. Also Duran Duran are the best but I already knew that.

By the way, Heavy Metal Santa has a new girlfriend. Well, I hope he enjoys himself, she seems a nice person although she likes Don Omar.

You are 32% geek

You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator. Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend. You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines! Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals! You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

In a total synchronicity wave, I took a quiz. Here are the honest to God and all that is sacred results. If I had taken it last week I would not have understood the implications. I scare myself...


You are Spider Jerusalem.
Spider is THE journalist of the future. He smokes,
he does drugs, and he kicks ass. The drugs are
going to eventually kill him but not before he
gets his way. And his way is the demise of the
failed American dream. Although full of hate,
he cares about his city. All he wants to bring
the world is truth. Spider Jerusalem,
conscience of the City. Frightening thought,
but he's the only one we've got.


What Gritty No Nonsense Comic Book Character are You?
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Bought Transmetropolitan - "Back on the Street" and "Lust for Life" by Warren Ellis. The main character, Spider Jerusalem, is something like Preacher on drugs. Whoo-hoo!

Last night I went to the circus. Cirque du Cirque, a cheap imitation of Cirque du Soleil. It was good, though not in an ecstatic absolutely unique way. I can take so many dangling from ropes acts and the bubble guy just stood there for fifteen minutes, blowing away little bubbles before getting to the finale. At least, I got out of the house.

Saw The Transporter. An action movie in the silly tradition of John Woo. Checked out the Making of Special Feature and was delighted to find out that the oil scene was really the pancake syrup scene. Jason Statham must have tasted GREAT, in an ecstatic absolutely unique way...

To shift the scales back to good music I am going to post what I missed on
Halloween night. No one was harmed in this concert at the Anfiteatro. In fact there were less bottle wars than in the Molotov concert. People actually enjoyed this concert and it shows.

$60,000 a year.

That is a friend's salary. Someone who studied with me since junior high and graduated from the same university. The only thing is she graduated with an engineering degree and I didn't. It would take me four years to make what she makes in one. I need to make a career change pronto...

I have acquired a taste for a song with horrible lyrics and an engaging beat. I am so ashamed. "Get Low" by Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz has been stuck in my head since Saturday. To the Window! To the Wall! Yo... I have even seen my hand turn up the volume knob all the way while in the car. I scare myself.

Yesterday at work was a particular brand of horrible. Customers even threatened lawsuits and law-ignorant employees trembled in their piss soaked shoes. Thank God I wasn't waiting on that particular customer. It would have gone something like this:
To the window, to the wall,
To the sweat drop down my balls
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker all skee skee got dam
To all skee skee motherfucker all skee skee got dam

Go, get low...