OF FARMYARD ANIMALS AND GROSSLY ENLARGED FURRY APPENDAGES
Welcome to the insane world of Japanese TV ads, where nothing is as it seems or even remotely makes sense! This advert is a CM for an engineering/contracting firm, by the way.
What can I say, Japanese humour is twisted and scantily approachable by the untrained eye. There is order in chaos, however, and sooner or later -though almost definitely later- it makes sense somehow...well, at least some of it does. But alas, it's funnier if it doesn't, right?
Monday, March 29, 2004
WHERE HARD AND CHEESE COLLIDE
Finally, an update!
I went to an "alternative" club the other night that played all kinds of music, from punk to thrash metal to 80s to I-Love-Ibiza. It was hilarious! Imagine pierced and tattooed mohawked punks clad in chains and spikes moshing in the pit, then the music changes and suddenly the punks are now bopping to Whitney Houston and Huey Louie and the News. Ffunny stuff.
Finally, an update!
I went to an "alternative" club the other night that played all kinds of music, from punk to thrash metal to 80s to I-Love-Ibiza. It was hilarious! Imagine pierced and tattooed mohawked punks clad in chains and spikes moshing in the pit, then the music changes and suddenly the punks are now bopping to Whitney Houston and Huey Louie and the News. Ffunny stuff.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
HEAD, BOY!
Today there were student council (senior man, headboy, big kahuna) elections at the school I work in. It seems that the past elections had been "rigged" somehow and everyone was making a huge fuss about it. No one really cared about these things when I was a student -was it maybe that perhaps my generation was just too cynical to give a flying fuck?
The school tries to make it look like such a terrific honour to be elected headboy, when in reality they know it's much more of a burden instead. Let the kids wince to this self-induced stupidity once they realise about the various mindnumbing jobs they'll get (like having to say a speech for every school event, from graduation to teacher's day) plus dealing with the petty complaints of their peers everyday after they win! What a treat! Sign me up!
Still, I guess it's mostly the popularity contest nature of these things what interests the students, which is why they do it in the first place. Later on they will come to realise that they were wrong to think that there is nothing cooler than being an administrative toy during one's final year of highschool.
Teenagers can be so naive sometimes.
Today there were student council (senior man, headboy, big kahuna) elections at the school I work in. It seems that the past elections had been "rigged" somehow and everyone was making a huge fuss about it. No one really cared about these things when I was a student -was it maybe that perhaps my generation was just too cynical to give a flying fuck?
The school tries to make it look like such a terrific honour to be elected headboy, when in reality they know it's much more of a burden instead. Let the kids wince to this self-induced stupidity once they realise about the various mindnumbing jobs they'll get (like having to say a speech for every school event, from graduation to teacher's day) plus dealing with the petty complaints of their peers everyday after they win! What a treat! Sign me up!
Still, I guess it's mostly the popularity contest nature of these things what interests the students, which is why they do it in the first place. Later on they will come to realise that they were wrong to think that there is nothing cooler than being an administrative toy during one's final year of highschool.
Teenagers can be so naive sometimes.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Join the MF Forums compadres, now up and ready to use! (No registration required...I think).
It's cold and gloomy today...
It's cold and gloomy today...
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Don't Just Do It!
As I was going to work today, a street singer got on the bus to perform a few songs in exchange for charity. If like me you live in Santiago, you would know that this is a fairly common occurrence. In fact, it is quite rare to ride the bus and not be confronted by some sort of peddling artist during one’s journey. They usually take the form of singers, musicians and –distressingly enough-, clowns. These performers will usually do their thing first and later ask for money in return from the people in the bus who, at least theoretically, are not obliged to pay them (though some misguided souls too often think otherwise, thus shamelessly breaking out in backhanded insults when the collection round has been poor). But I digress.
Click here to read the full article.
As I was going to work today, a street singer got on the bus to perform a few songs in exchange for charity. If like me you live in Santiago, you would know that this is a fairly common occurrence. In fact, it is quite rare to ride the bus and not be confronted by some sort of peddling artist during one’s journey. They usually take the form of singers, musicians and –distressingly enough-, clowns. These performers will usually do their thing first and later ask for money in return from the people in the bus who, at least theoretically, are not obliged to pay them (though some misguided souls too often think otherwise, thus shamelessly breaking out in backhanded insults when the collection round has been poor). But I digress.
Click here to read the full article.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
The Oscars 2004
Stars, fashion, glamour and harrowing human tragedy. See it all as MF Digest visits the Oscars!
Stars, fashion, glamour and harrowing human tragedy. See it all as MF Digest visits the Oscars!
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
To the teenagers wailing outside my window until 5AM last night: I would have gone over to complain if you hadn't been so many and armed with sharp knives. Utinam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant!
On the bright side, I get to flounder about clumsily while looking like a dishevelled zombie during work hours. Thank you, random street gang.
On the bright side, I get to flounder about clumsily while looking like a dishevelled zombie during work hours. Thank you, random street gang.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Feel like taking a catnap? Check out my review for Something's Gotta Give, one of the most soporific films I've seen in quite a while.
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