Shadow Gods

Friday, December 31, 2004

All I want to say about 2004 is: DIE! DIE! DIE! One of the few years I ever wanted to get over with as fast as possible (2001 is a close second).

Went to the zoo yesterday (if I hear one more: "What for? To visit your family?" I am going to scream, guys. Not funny anymore). Went with Batasuna, a friend from the west I made in a Puertorican forum: Sin Rumbo. 18 years old, studies at my university, and a soccer freak. I mean, I really thought the guy was a South American just to read his posts. Once went to class for two weeks straight with different soccer jerseys. He is that nuts, poor kiddo.

Today was the most anticipated event of the year in my town. The opening of the new Borders store. Oh, boy! Am I going to be poorer next year or what? Too many people today, easily they will sell over $200K on their first day. I bought one book (Algebra) and had to wait an hour in line to pay for it. Will wait until the novelty passes to spend my time and money leisurely. Weee! No more four hour trips to and from a decent bookstore. Happy 2005!

Wednesday, December 29, 2004





You Are a Visionary Soul





You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul



Monday, December 27, 2004

Went to see "La Mala Educación" by Pedro Almodóvar. Gael García Bernal, once again, blows me away. Almodóvar has taken Gael and made him an object of desire in this film. It is a good story, Almodóvar excels in that, but it won't win your heart, because it doesn't want to. In "Todo sobre mi madre", the instant Cecilia Roth sees her son run over by that car, she wins your sympathy and never lets go. In "La Mala Educación", the characters make you feel so betrayed and disgusted and bewildered, you end up wanting to scream: "Oh, fuck you all!". It puts you in the same frame of mind as "Matador", so probably most people who liked "Todo sobre mi madre", won't like this one as much. I would post the link to the official "Mala Educación" site but I find it too spoiler happy to recommend it.

Gael is a gutsy actor, though. I cringed at most of his scenes, but he is definitely God. Thankfully, I saw "Diarios de Motocicleta" before seeing this one. Wouldn't have been able to see Che Guevara in the same light ever again.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Saw Oceans 12. Eye candy but not much else. I am cramming for tomorrow's final. After tomorrow I will be half free until December 27, when the newspaper starts vacation. Wheee!

Those who follow the island politics, should know by now that the Americans kicked the pro-statehood party ass out of court. That must be painful, since it validates the opposition, especially when the presiding judge is an old time statehood supporter. Maybe we are looking at it the wrong way, they are kicking the Clinton cronies asses out of court. Anyway, this makes me an incredibly smug and a total insufferable self-righteous political prick for the week. Avoid any political talk with me.

Monday, December 13, 2004

How the hell do these people know I speak with an accent? And that this book was one of my childhood staples?




You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!

by Mark Twain

With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black
and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less
it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time
understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your
adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

The day starts on an extremely sad note. Dimebag, you will be missed.