Best Mom

I love my mom. I love my grandmother, though it was she who raised me. And both did fine jobs in making sure to get to where I am today. I owe them a lot and they both made monumental sacrifices in their own choices in life only to ensure my well-being.  Just thinking about them pushes me forward and always do better. We’re all the best of friends and we each seek out each other’s counsel in this long, wayfaring called life.

Both are my Sarah Conners and Ellen Ripleys. They would have killed to defend their children, and they both are badass women in my lives. My wife is a recent addition to that, and we’re all looking forward to the day she becomes a mother, and me, a father.

However! However, I’d have to point out that the best mom, ever, should, fall under the shoulders of Ellen Ripley in “Alien: Resurrection.”

Spoilers for the films.

In the climax of the film we are introduced with the Newborn xenomorph that has embraced Ellen Ripley as its mother. And what did she do? She flushed it down to space in probably the most macabre and graphic thing I’ve seen on the screen.

Congratulations Ripley, besides the awesome catchphrase, “Get away from her, you bitch!” in “Aliens” before engaging in epic mecha combat, you launching your kid to space at such a young age, gives you that top-spot.

To everyone: Happy Mother’s Day and cherish every moment with your mother, grandmother, or any woman who has become a mother-figure to you or anyone you cared about.

For now, I’ll just leave this pretty neat scene from “Alien: Resurrection.”

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The Evil Within

I find it appalling how social media can bring out the worst in many of us. The Internet sure made the world smaller, but it meant hauling in assholes into the same basin where nice, fun-loving folk just wants to thrive in peace.

I am no advocate of something, of change, or whatsoever. I don’t delve into the intricacies of politics. I leave people be and let them do whatever the fuck they want, because, I will admit it, afraid of confrontations – mainly because it takes me hours to come up with a decent argument over a statement said weeks before.

This post, is a random rant. Indeed. It’s something that has bothered me for some time now, and I suppose, it would do well for my mental health just to vent off some steam. I haven’t seen too much insensitive comments and posts in other countries, but within this one where I am living in, I have seen a lot that it feels like getting my balls of rusty steel being torn off by razor sharp teeth.

There were four incidents I had spotted on the social media that ticked me off.

The First Instance: Two vehicles opposite each other are stuck in traffic. Vehicle B’s lights are set to beam. Owner of Vehicle A gets off and talks to the owner of Vehicle B. The truth between their engagement will remain between them. However, according to Owner A, Owner B called him arrogant, which infuriated Owner A and said the same thing. On his way back to his vehicle, gunshots were fired. Owner B had a gun, and shot at Vehicle A, unknowing there were passengers inside. Owner A’s daughter was rushed to the hospital. Sadly, she did not make it.

This issue went up on social media. Owner A has told his side of the story and there were surveillance footage of Vehicle B driving away from the scene of the incident. How did the people respond? Well, majority of them, had given a lecture to Owner A. They basically said it was his fault, and that we never know who we run into, and it is best to keep a cool head, always.

Well, no shit. The guy just lost his daughter. And many people shoved it up his ass. Look, an argument is an argument. People will fight, over tacos, over seating spots, over anything. There are many arrogant people out there, and I can imagine some people packing some heat, but that doesn’t condone the actions of a shooter. Just because it happens, means we should allow it to happen. See where I’m getting at here?

The Second Instance: A woman was found dead. Cause of death, plunged from the 4th or 5th level of a mall. As to why or how it happened did not matter, because the people in the social media were quick to draw conclusions. It was Valentine’s Day after all, oh, the rush of theories, discussions boomed as if they were talking about what will happen in the sixth season of “Game of Thrones” or if Crossbones will actually get to kill Captain America in the upcoming “Civil War” film.

However, talk is common. It’s a thing that’s been happening for centuries. Gossip is a force of nature, often destruction, a reflection of how hollowed lives or moments are. What’s despicable, is how people took photos and posted them on the social media. One of the uploaders even captioned it  as, “… OMG I’m scared.”

Such insensitivity. For a long time, journalists, have not published graphic images, and for good reason. It is not censorship for the sake of censorship. It is to respect the victims and their the family, to preserve their anonymity and privacy. If they walk to go public with it, they will anyway, but it should be considered they would want to keep a low profile for room to breath. Consider this, would anyone want to be taken a photo of, whether they are the victim or related to the victim, be gossiped, becoming the predicate or object of the subject?

“… OMG I’m scared.”  Immediately, it has turned about them, not about the victim, not about the victim’s family, not about the tragedy that a life is lost or how it will affect the family. No, it’s about the motherfucker who uploaded the image and said that he’s scared. Scared of what? That you’ll jump too just to get attention for yourself? Well sir, fuck you, your lack of empathy earns you the right to be in the next “Human Centipede” film.

The Third Instance: I have little news about this one. I didn’t even bother following it because of its morbidity. A collision between two vehicles has caused serious injuries to its drivers and passengers. One woman in particular, had half her face peeled out, like a mask. I can’t tell if this was real or not. The collision scene with the amount of people within the area makes it authentic. It was appalling that no one decided to help. No one tried to pull out the victims off the vehicles. Well, I suppose it is because of the rising danger, the possibility of the vehicles exploding as seen in action films. Or, for a more down-to-earth reason, any action civilians may take, could, cause more harm than good. Reasonable. It still doesn’t justify taking videos of the wounded. No one, even thought of approaching the victims to let them know that help is on the way.

The loneliness in such moments are devastating. Instead of giving the victims soothing words of hope to boost morale, they decide to whip out phones and capture the whole thing on video. For what? For mundane social currencies, “likes” and “shares.”

“Instead of helping” is the common phrase victims often say in the aftermath of their accidents, being turned to spectacles.

For those unaffected, they will only mutter, “Well there isn’t much we can do.”

I wonder what they would feel, if they have been turned into a freak show.

The Fourth Instance: There was a recent boom in social media where a drunk woman was, approached, inappropriately, and without her consent. The video was liked and shared. The caption, basically said, let this be a reason to all the women out there. Their point: Don’t go drinking with men.

This is appalling and wrong in so many ways. And the mere fact shit like this was uploaded in the social media and some people actually approved. What is wrong with them? Not to mention, what happened was an obvious crime, caught on tape, the evidence is on the Web. There is every cause to file a case here. Now, what transpired after those events, I’ll never know. I never saw the video again, it was never on my news feed to begin with, anyway. Just something shown to me.

The comments about the video were disgusting. It is the usual case of blame the victim. Speculations have arisen that the woman had gone out drinking with men she never met before. Therefore, it was her fault. That is all speculation. Nothing has been confirmed about that. For all we know, the woman could have been with friends she had trusted. I don’t know.

A friend of mine raged online. In a nutshell, she had said if this what was conceived as the norm, women fearing harassment from men, then we have a big problem in society. Instead of blaming the victims, why not educate the harassers?  This is a fight that has been going on for decades and it’s something a lot of us wants to see end with a fruitful, reformed way.

Special mention: A minor nitpick. Often in Facebook people will comment on images they see, without understanding the situation. They will base their whole personal truths based on everything crammed into that vague photo. A picture is worth a thousand words after all. When discussions begin, I notice that a lot of people take too much pride in themselves. They make comments and dismiss others. This is nothing new, people even outside this country engage in such activities, which may end up as a debate or developed into a flame war. However, in this country, such “discussions” go like this:

Image of a motorist being ticketed by a law enforcer for being beyond the pedestrian lane. People in the comments section are saying, serves the motorist right.

A: Why are we judging people we see in the picture without knowing the whole story?

B: It is clearly seen that the man has violated the law.

A: I understand that. I am not saying the man should not be given a ticket, it is clear there is a violation. It is the law after all. However, what I’m saying here, why are we so quick to condemn, or rather, talk ill about the motorist when it is possible he drove beyond the pedestrian lane for other reasons?

B: You are not listening. The man has violated the law. What is there to talk about?

Here is another example.

A: So, this man’s claim is that the City has a zero crime rate and has been considered if not the safest, one of the safest in the world. I’ve done a quick research, the safest cities in the world are these, according to these websites (names of CNN and BBC have appeared). The City has not been listed as the safest in the world. The survey that said it was, is user-generated, and most of its users came from that City. Typical. I am not saying the City is not safe. I am just saying it is not the safest in the world as the man claimed it was.

B: You should just go to the City. You will be able to hold your phone and text while walking the streets. You will see there is no crime there. Your “quick research” has nothing to prove. It takes months to produce credible results from a proper research.

See what kind of people we’re dealing with? There is no “discussion” going around. People just say what they want to say and then dismissing what anyone else might say against it. For that second example, if a City has been claimed to be the safest in the world, then a “quick research” should produce the viable results due to its bold global claim. Months to for a credible results? What the fuck is this? Thesis writing? Jeez.

I know what some of you people, who were, unfortunate enough to stumble into this blog, but in some way, thankful if you have read this far, that if such things offend me, I should just look away. I have looked away. Time and again. I ignore such things because I cannot stand how some people think and treat other people, mostly to gain something frivolous. But I see these things because I have idiots showing me these things. And the amount of these things I see is overwhelming at times that is has finally reached a critical point in my veins.

Well, now that’s out of my system. No one please throw fireballs at my direction. I’ll go back to my corner and talk about videogames, books, and writing. Off I go now, tiptoeing to the corner. Yup. Because engaging in proper discussion is a fruitless gesture.

Flagpole Tyranny

Daylight is fast fading. There are shadows rising amid the setting sun, creeping around the corners. Shit is about to happen.

 

Recently, there had been a power shift, which rocked the very foundations of our origins within this certain company that we, as of this writing, are currently working in. It is a fun job; suffice to say, to the point where some responsibilities may have slipped now and then, including a serious fuck up or two. But the place, somehow, had retained its harmony – at least, within the confines of our department, which is located far away from the office politics – well, the smaller grunts, actually, such as yours truly and the newer batch after me are safe from any politics to some degree. At some point, we are used as live ammunition or a scapegoat to make certain the ones above us continue to rule as they see fit.

 

As I’ve said, this job is fun. We only worked, really worked, on Thursdays and Fridays, ensuring our product comes out with the highest possible standards there is to journalism. It is not always, possible, but we do put our best efforts into it, at times. We also got to toy with some of the newest gadgets around, and the boss doesn’t mind us using it for as long as we work here. We get to travel, with allowance, and bring that allowance back home to add to our savings – if we’re lucky, the sponsor would throw us a bone or two, something we would either keep or sell for more cash. We only hold a modicum grudge for having Saturdays as part of work schedule, and we literally do not do anything there, except engage in dialogs to other departments, and play the PS4 with them, or watch the latest horror movie.

 

Our workload is little, our boss had been lenient, our salary is shit – it doesn’t even hit the equivalent of $500 – but our perks thus far, have been amazing. One of our bosses even won a Vios, which he sold for a steal. Beyond that, it’s the continuous learning experience on the writing craft, because, most of us there are shitty writers from some backwater town or province.

 

The power shift had changed some of that. Majority from the former and new departments have been raising concerns, complaints, that the boss is now being a dick. Just recently, the boss had his crosshairs locked on the new department, for their mishap on failing to go to work on a Sunday. To simplify things, something big happened on that day, and they were expected to go work, on a Sunday, without being told so. To their defense, the new department focuses on the company’s social media maintenance, which can, if you think about it, be done at home. Personally, they shouldn’t really think ill of it too much, as the other people – like me – sometimes have to go to work on Sundays and holidays.

 

My colleague had somehow dug info that the once simple boss with a humble number of stocks has actually bought a larger part of the company, promoting him to god-like status. Everyone agrees, nodding in unison, that that was the reason for his flagpole wielding tyranny. This has been semi-proven after speculations from tidbits of information that comes our way. Such as the episode where the boss had pointed out to the new department that he is above the hierarchy, telling them, that he is on top of all the other bosses and if they do not like it, they can leave.

 

My personal opinion is this: I don’t give a flying fuck. The boss is being a boss, but he still beats the shit out of other bosses that shoves a stick up their employees’ asses – Lord forbid, if there is such literally – he continues to maintain a composure, which makes him still easier to approach than the rest. Based from my friends’ experiences, as of this writing, in their current workplaces, their bosses are total D-bags. They almost literally want to gouge the eyes off their bosses, crucify them, and leave them intestines uncoiling in the ground for the dogs to feed on.

 

My colleague and I had been given extra work on the main department, which isn’t so fun. It is exciting, and adrenaline pumping, but not fun. This is, what I believe, a punishment for the times of being late too often, and fucking up every now and then. We had become too lenient to our own responsibilities and had received its big pointy end. We had been given sufficient amount of time to reprimand our mistakes, and we had done so, only to falter again later.

 

The boss being a total dick thing is an exaggeration, blown up like an oversized sex doll. And this entire thing is our just desserts. It isn’t pleasant, and we have hope things will somehow balance out. In the meantime, I’ll bother more on how to be awesome on my own.

Gutter Dogs

It is detestable.

The irrevocable solution slides down on us like an avalanche in slow-mo. There is nothing we can do, but hope to survive the impact. We will be buried, for certain. And we will emerge as survivors, from this cataclysmic implosion of flash freeze, hypothermia, chilblains, and frostbite. To put it likely, we will be hurled into an electric wire-mesh fence. It will be an epic transformation since Kafka, or at least, the first Transformers movie that gave every G1 fans serious butt hurt. I hate you, Michael Bay.

Getting back on track. It falls down to three things: A) We will be reassigned, into the deepest, darkest, corners of this micro-demon world. It is a place where people go mad, and take the rope around their necks when the fire inside them becomes too much to bear. B) No false pleasantries exchanged, because no words are needed. We will be taken to the back alley, where we will be shot in the back of our heads. In the process, we will be made men. That actually sounds like a good thing. Finally; C) The slightest glimmer of hope, where we are granted amnesty – which leads to C.1) Exile, or C.2) A second wind.

That mentioned second wind, of course, will either be temporary and we will be thrown into the gutters anyway. Or, well, a second, honest wind. That doesn’t sound right. Anyhow, by then, either questions have been raised, like, What the Fungus-Fucking thing is happening, or here I am, detested under a spotlight with row after row of empty seats. Enter, the ever-thoughtful, whistles-on-cue tumbleweed.

Suffice to say, what happened was a colossal fuck up. One that is not worth mentioning about. Just know that it was something that cannot easily be forgiven. What matters, is the surge of raw thoughts that wouldn’t shut the F up in my head. So here they, words without meaning, thoughtless ramblings, and visceral screams – I bring you, to the weather… that, wasn’t right. Too much Welcome to Night Vale. I just finished listening to both Old Oak Doors episodes, and they were awesome. Download the episodes, if you haven’t all ready. Anyway, random blathering, yes, and, no, I don’t feel like telling it now. I’ve been writing this entire for some time, and somewhere amid the words, I lost interest in putting those thoughtless words.

They are, after all, just plain nonsensical ramblings. Things about a flotilla of dead things, red skies, phallic-shape things bursting from someone’s chest, a Woman with Blaring Red Eyes, and the Girl seen Through the Dusty Glass, and other things. Maybe, tonight, I’ll jot them down, when I watch Robin Williams one more time in Dead Poet Society. For now, there is only this, and the Goliath known as “You Had One Job.”

Ramblings

In light of some recent scandals, current events, and some really stupid comments, I can’t seem to hold my tongue any more. The world is rampant of idiots (myself included). This is not a happy post, and it doesn’t even have a point, so I’ll make it quick.

A certain actor has recently been lauded for his sex video scandal. I have seen it myself, and I’ll say the woman is fucking gorgeous. While the actor has received a standing ovation from many males around the country, this fucking gorgeous woman has been criticized and named names better left unsaid. If stoning people to death were legal today, no doubt, a mob of judgmental motherfuckers, hypocrites, and people who are just in it cause it’s the latest trend, or simply love hurling stones at someone, then this fucking gorgeous woman has no place to hide in this world, especially with all the social media bullshit.

This relates to Mystique’s recent uploaded images of her. I have also seen these images myself, because it was shown to me. While Katniss remains to be a fine and beautiful lady, a certain circle has begun to say some really shitty things like, “I can’t believe she does this”, “My image of her is ruined”, “She should have never allowed those photos taken in the first place”, and other names better left unsaid. Please, shut the fuck up. It wasn’t her fault that those images has been uploaded, it wasn’t anyone’s business to take them, it wasn’t anyone’s business to look ’em up in the Internet.  If you will enjoy those images, please, do so in silence, without saying anything else untoward, and simply appreciate the beauty. And remember, she can still get to you and put an arrow through your head.

We’ll cap this up with a recent crime that has been sensationalized – by social media. A young lady has been attacked and murdered by multiple individuals. They say four, but I cannot confirm. The lady was on her way home from a bar. She was heavily intoxicated, she wore a top that showed a sizable portion of boobies, and a really short skirt. Of course, she has been judged with comments like, “She was drunk, it’s her fault”, “Have you seen her FB and Instagram images? She was asking for it”, and other degrading shit. Again, please shut the fuck up. There had been one comment from a guy saying the young lady is so “hawt who wouldn’t want a taste of that?” He is a fucking idiot. She could have prevented this, yes, but ignoring the dangers of the world, does not excuse the gods damned fucking incident. It doesn’t, and shouldn’t, give other people a reason to do what those guys did. I think, it’s because of blaming the people who were attacked, is what makes them afraid to go public.

Fuckers.

Anyhow. I’m done.

Random Rants

Yes, this post is going to be about a rant. But not all of it, I think, at least that’s what I think it wouldn’t be. Originally, earlier, I thought I’d just list down a couple of things I’ve learned, or thought, that no one would give a crap about.

On to business!

4K television is not worth it. Not yet, at least. There’s still a massive crevice that needs to be filled first by 4K content. From what I’ve seen, 4K is going to be cool, and literally big. A 12-minute video, turned out to be 39GB. A 30-minute video already cranked up to 100-something GB. Sometimes I think 4K is an anti-piracy trick. Who’d want to download 1TB of a single episode of Game of Thrones? Well, actually, some would want that. But it would only be possible for some people, and a little more in the future. Some countries will find it impossible. But I believe people will find ways around this. Or would rather stick to Full HD, cause, that’s like pretty fucking good already. ’nuff with the greed. Or, get a damn legit copy in your nearest – oh, wait, right, online streaming is the current thing. Also, while 4K TVs are currently damn expensive, we can expect by the time 4K content start flowing in, more affordable 4K TVs will follow. Save that extra sum, I suggest.

Following the lines of stuff not really worth it (for now, and in my most humble opinion), are the PS4 and Xbox One game consoles. In this country, when Microsoft’s gaming machine, it was equivalently priced at a fuckingly ridiculous U$D813. With, at that time, the mandatory Kinect 2.0, of course. And some people from the US had complained about its cost there. Now, Xbox One is priced at around U$D560. Still ridiculous. But a bit better. Get it less without Kinect. PS4, last time I checked, was priced the same as the lowered cost Xbox One, add a few more large sums into it, you get it bundled with the camera and a game exclusive. Now, going back as to what I was saying, I still think that it’s not worth getting either of these consoles, not yet. One reason, there aren’t enough games yet. Second, I’m pretty damn sure an upgraded version that is a bit cheaper, but less flashier looking, will come out. I’d rather wait for those two, than aesthetics, but that’s just me.

The Oppo N1 by far, has been the most innovative smartphone I’ve seen, thus far. Swiveling camera is hardly new, but it’s an interesting concept to explore, the rear touchpad is, well, useless to be honest, but it’s nice to have the option for whatever it will be used, and hopefully in the future, more practical uses of it would be available. We’re also very happy about the Xiaomi Mi 3, boasting mind fucking specs for a really affordable phone. But, in the long run, if it will hold up being one of the top dogs to go toe-to-toe against the big named flagship devices remains to be seen. Personally, price-wise, sure. While it’s a great option to have a smartphone with a souped-up specs sheet that is really stupid cheap, it won’t hold up popularity-wise, for the main reason that folks like Apple and Samsung are just too fucking big to ever compete with. Seven times out of 10, people on board a train will either have an iPhone or one of the thousands of Galaxy devices. Other players are barely hanging on. But if you ask me, I believe Mi 3 is the smarter choice. However, my personal favorites have yet to be staggered: HTC One, HTC One (M8) (such a horrible, horrible name), and the Sony Xperia Z1/2. Oh, vanity.

I realized I haven’t had my say for Ubisoft’s Watch Dogs. It’s not a terrible game, it’s mediocre at most. You got to love the overwhelming hype it received, which reminds me of the first Assassin’s Creed game. On announcement, it received overwhelming hype that didn’t meet expectations. It’s the same for Watch Dogs, hacking wasn’t what we expected, driving mechanics was odd – or maybe I was just too used to GTA V? Nonetheless, Ubisoft’s marketing scheme deserves much laud for managing to over hype over a slightly above average game. We can hope that it plays out similarly to Assassin’s Creed, with the second game receiving critical acclaim.

Welcome to Night Vale, remains one of the strangest, funniest, and scariest podcasts I’ve ever followed. It’s a massive inspiration to my writing, and we’re planning to spur a ripoff… I mean, an homage, to them, in the future.

Other random stuff:

So far, DC sucks making superhero movies. Man of Steal was kind of good, and we’d like to consider Christopher Nolan’s trilogy, along with Tim Burton’s Batman movies, as separate entities. But the TV series, Arrow and then the upcoming Flash and Gotham, are looking damn good. Also, most of the animated DC films, have been consistently superior.

Seeing Through the Dusty Glass

It’s been a while since my last blog post. So, let this one, just this one, be something about love, about lust, and about whatever it is in between those two.

Yes, this is going to be cheesy – might be, might be not.

There’s no editing involved – this is raw, random emotion that has been bugging me for a long time. Guarantee, there is no hitting the backspace – except for fixing misspellings. Spelling words wrong is nasty, ugly business, it’s like dumping your face in recently used toiled bowl.

The emotion is raw, I said, it’s about love, or lust, or something between the two. It boils my insides, twists them around, and I want to barf. but I don’t – I know I should – but I don’t, instead I hold my breath and let my face go purple.

I see her, through the throes of two dusty glass windows.

It’s a sign. An omen that gnaws deep in me. It’s an ugly feeling. Ears burning hot enough to make french toast with.

But it’s a great feeling, tingling sensation. Reminds me of the good old days, the simpler days when anyone’s real problem was getting a decent grade to make parents smile. Yes, those were the days of simpler times I envy so much.

It pisses me off when she paints her lips red, pisses me off when she adds artificial color to her cheeks, pisses me off when she doesn’t look back through the dusty glass.

But that’s how it is. I finally understand why people write about other people – well, besides killing them off in their novels. No, this one is wild, the feeling. It’s dangerous. It’s deadly. It’s like some ghost-hand reaching through your mouth, taking hold of your tongue, and pulling it as far back until it snaps.

And you die from the whiplash.

Fucking painful. Shit flies too fast. And instant relief of nothingness. That’s how the game is played.

She laughs, cheekbones high, eyes smiling – saying that it’s intoxicating is a cliche, and a big fucking lie. I’ll say it, it’s like being stoned – though I’ve never experienced it, but that’s how I figured it would feel like. I’d stare, straight into her eyes, only a moment too much when she locks sight with me. Awkward as fuck, yeah, but hey, it feels good.

Stoned hippies staring at the sun, keep it up, and end up blind as a fuck – driving on an icy road while some drunk lady gets all naughty and hungry and grabs you there and you hear the slopslopslop, and you get distracted and bam! You dead.

I must have read that somewhere – yes, Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.

Our conversations are plain, small talks about how manly Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are, or how fucked Mr. Chuck is (there are a few known men with that name, take your pick), Tate, breakfasts on lunchtimes, and some few geeky stuff. Yes, we manage a few laughs, a few smiles. But there is nothing deep, nothing equivocal, only eloquence of ego.

I need a blender, a lawnmower, or a straight razor to shave my beard.

But that’s all there is. Now I see the point. Jotting stuff down like this. I get it. And it’s a sad feeling. Silence, and broken, never getting that whiff of fresh air – the conveyor belt is jammed with all sorts of little shit that messes up all the mechanism that makes someone tick.

And I realize that I don’t have to keep this silence – no, not to her who pisses me off. But the one who has my back, despite all the many years of hardships we’ve been through. It’s an epic disaster with her, but there’s no silence – laughter, tears, the warmth of fingers interlocking. There is no silence, no words needed to fill the void. It’s a story worth telling, it’s something worth continuing till we grow old and saggy and frail in our porch, to the moment when we lay to the ground. It will be a fulfilling life.

Do or Die, Jared Leto of 30 Seconds to Mars pretty much nailed it. And it’s this. Nothing else, no more, it’s a life full of treasures.

Fuck that dusty glass. I see clearly.

Now, I will fucking puke.