Perfunctory, Quaff, Detumescence, Tautology, Factotum, Inimical.
A lot to blog about today, I don't think I need to explain why because I will be detailing them anyway.
The week started with my most highly anticipated Oscars ever. I believe the name Jon Stewart rings a bell, after all, I have been dropping his name at every opportunity I get.
I believe the criticism regarding his presentation of the Oscars is very biased - so biased, that I could feel it as soon as I watched Jon Stewart do his opening monologue.
It was a no win situation.
Put a guy known for puncturing public figures (and doing it in an extremely entertaining way) in front of the most public of public figures, it was a surprise anyone (probably the non-Americans) laughed at all during his sketches.
Seriously, I found them very funny. Others might not think so because of the apparent lack of the laugh track as a result of big egos not being pandered to during the Oscars.
The only time I didn't laughed during the Oscars was when Jon Stewart was not on the stage.
Come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that "gay cowboy" montage Jon's team made, ala Daily Show!
There were also those funny supporter videos for the various Oscar nominees ala Presidential Election. I found the Reese Witherspoon one a work of genius.
I concede though, he wasn't as funny as he is in The Daily Show. But that's due to the fact he is live worldwide. You can't exactly diss the Chinese Premier or Bush during the Oscars. If he could, I think we would have more Dick and Bush's Adventures in Crazy Land.
And yes, it's because the laugh track wasn't being pandered to.
Secondly, my appeal for my friends to help sign the Stop Dogs From Being Separated From Their Owners Petition! has only been answered by Kenneth.
Unacceptable, considering I am using dial-up and you are probably not.
The number 76 is of significance today, because that's the number of dead bodies I saw on television this week.
That's an average of eleven per day!
The honour is shared by:
A lot to blog about today, I don't think I need to explain why because I will be detailing them anyway.
The week started with my most highly anticipated Oscars ever. I believe the name Jon Stewart rings a bell, after all, I have been dropping his name at every opportunity I get.
I believe the criticism regarding his presentation of the Oscars is very biased - so biased, that I could feel it as soon as I watched Jon Stewart do his opening monologue.
It was a no win situation.
Put a guy known for puncturing public figures (and doing it in an extremely entertaining way) in front of the most public of public figures, it was a surprise anyone (probably the non-Americans) laughed at all during his sketches.
Seriously, I found them very funny. Others might not think so because of the apparent lack of the laugh track as a result of big egos not being pandered to during the Oscars.
The only time I didn't laughed during the Oscars was when Jon Stewart was not on the stage.
Come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that "gay cowboy" montage Jon's team made, ala Daily Show!
There were also those funny supporter videos for the various Oscar nominees ala Presidential Election. I found the Reese Witherspoon one a work of genius.
I concede though, he wasn't as funny as he is in The Daily Show. But that's due to the fact he is live worldwide. You can't exactly diss the Chinese Premier or Bush during the Oscars. If he could, I think we would have more Dick and Bush's Adventures in Crazy Land.
And yes, it's because the laugh track wasn't being pandered to.
Secondly, my appeal for my friends to help sign the Stop Dogs From Being Separated From Their Owners Petition! has only been answered by Kenneth.
Unacceptable, considering I am using dial-up and you are probably not.
The number 76 is of significance today, because that's the number of dead bodies I saw on television this week.
That's an average of eleven per day!
The honour is shared by:
- The 4400 where a plague producing emotionally unstable woman wipes out more than 200 inhabitants of a town, where only 30 or so bodies were displayed;
- CSI: Crime Scene Investigation where a cult following killed themselves to live with aliens;
- And Michael Moore's brilliant Bowling for Columbine where dead people from various points in history were shown. A must watch - it will make any American wish he lived in Canada.
I suppose it wouldn't hurt to reveal that my actual target of dead people seen on TV is actually 300. But if things stay the way they are right now, it might breach the 1000 threshold - despite my enforced 3-month ban from television.
Ironically, while watching an episode of the hilarious British humored Doc Martin, the simple and ordinary act of inserting a needle into the wrist of a patient to draw blood (which happened to me, by the way, the day after the Oscars) was censored using the trendy method of slowing down the video feed and looping it until the "violent event" finished its obligatory role as an indicator that this is a medical drama (okay, maybe half medical drama).
So I am allowed to watch someone knock skull fragments into the brain with a hammer, see Gil Grissom handled a human brain, but not allowed to watch a doctor draw blood and administer medicine with a big, humungous needle.
Hmm... Makes you wonder what sort of torture, ahem, medical tests those censors had to endure before they were set free among the video reels.
Speaking of deaths, I wish to draw attention to the fact that up till this moment in time:-
Ironically, while watching an episode of the hilarious British humored Doc Martin, the simple and ordinary act of inserting a needle into the wrist of a patient to draw blood (which happened to me, by the way, the day after the Oscars) was censored using the trendy method of slowing down the video feed and looping it until the "violent event" finished its obligatory role as an indicator that this is a medical drama (okay, maybe half medical drama).
So I am allowed to watch someone knock skull fragments into the brain with a hammer, see Gil Grissom handled a human brain, but not allowed to watch a doctor draw blood and administer medicine with a big, humungous needle.
Hmm... Makes you wonder what sort of torture, ahem, medical tests those censors had to endure before they were set free among the video reels.
Speaking of deaths, I wish to draw attention to the fact that up till this moment in time:-
Does that number mean anything to you?
I believe it won't, at least to the majority. Admit it, you care more about your SPM results and how much money you will earn in a lifetime than the fact that the world's most technologically advanced superpower has bombed and destroy another country most of its people don't even know how to pronounce.
I admire people like you. The way you can go about your lives carefree and uncaring. Where the next location to watch the latest Hollywood blockbuster occupies more hard drive space than the atrocities being committed worldwide, and here.
Believe it or not, Muslim women in this country need our help, a fact I have highlighted a few months ago (albeit in a non-professional way, whatever that means now) has been properly elucidated by the very respectable Marina Mahathir.
Instead of cashing in on her father's former reign as a leader of a country and entering politics (unlike a well known example), she has chosen to stand her ground against problematic issues on her own two feet.
Well done Marina Mahathir! Speaking as a human, I am very touched by your continued fight against injustice.
A long time ago, I watched the (Marvel Comics character) Iron Man animated series, where Tony Stark explained the concept of irony to an artificial intelligence program.
Over the next half-hour, I learnt that irony is mostly funny, unless it isn't.
My maternal grandmother is now six feet under, and I am not sad about it - I am actually quite relieved.
Now, before you call me an insensitive dirtbag who deserves to rot in hell, I wish to tell a story.
Once upon a time, there lived an old woman on the third floor of an apartment building. One day, she fell ill, and her children who lived with her were ill of her.
The children made excuses and left her to starve at home for six days before the old woman's grandchild who didn't live with her took her to the hospital to treat her pains.
In the hospital, most of her children kept vigil over her unwillingly. Some didn't even bother because they had "businesses" to run.
This continued until her death as a result of pulmonary embolism in hospital.
Ironically, her children started crying and finally organized a three day funeral ceremony where they did all sorts of chanting with priests and musicians.
Crying. Spending money. Asking for success and protection. After she died.
I hope this explains my disdain of religion and the obscene ceremonies it has generated.
When I die, I hope some of my organs will be reused and the rest made into fertilizer - not planted into sterile earth and being asked to protect relatives I barely know...
Dead of the Week: 76
Total Dead (Since 12th Jan 2006): 188
I believe it won't, at least to the majority. Admit it, you care more about your SPM results and how much money you will earn in a lifetime than the fact that the world's most technologically advanced superpower has bombed and destroy another country most of its people don't even know how to pronounce.
I admire people like you. The way you can go about your lives carefree and uncaring. Where the next location to watch the latest Hollywood blockbuster occupies more hard drive space than the atrocities being committed worldwide, and here.
Believe it or not, Muslim women in this country need our help, a fact I have highlighted a few months ago (albeit in a non-professional way, whatever that means now) has been properly elucidated by the very respectable Marina Mahathir.
Instead of cashing in on her father's former reign as a leader of a country and entering politics (unlike a well known example), she has chosen to stand her ground against problematic issues on her own two feet.
Well done Marina Mahathir! Speaking as a human, I am very touched by your continued fight against injustice.
A long time ago, I watched the (Marvel Comics character) Iron Man animated series, where Tony Stark explained the concept of irony to an artificial intelligence program.
Over the next half-hour, I learnt that irony is mostly funny, unless it isn't.
My maternal grandmother is now six feet under, and I am not sad about it - I am actually quite relieved.
Now, before you call me an insensitive dirtbag who deserves to rot in hell, I wish to tell a story.
Once upon a time, there lived an old woman on the third floor of an apartment building. One day, she fell ill, and her children who lived with her were ill of her.
The children made excuses and left her to starve at home for six days before the old woman's grandchild who didn't live with her took her to the hospital to treat her pains.
In the hospital, most of her children kept vigil over her unwillingly. Some didn't even bother because they had "businesses" to run.
This continued until her death as a result of pulmonary embolism in hospital.
Ironically, her children started crying and finally organized a three day funeral ceremony where they did all sorts of chanting with priests and musicians.
Crying. Spending money. Asking for success and protection. After she died.
I hope this explains my disdain of religion and the obscene ceremonies it has generated.
When I die, I hope some of my organs will be reused and the rest made into fertilizer - not planted into sterile earth and being asked to protect relatives I barely know...
Dead of the Week: 76
Total Dead (Since 12th Jan 2006): 188
4 comments:
hey, ur grandma's illness & d treatment from her relatives parallels michael ooi's granddad's. Anyway, i send my condolences. on another note, congrats on d bag of As u bagged 2day, just proves that anything goes in government exams lol. how did tommy do?
Funny how you only commented on personal issues when there are a dearth of other more chilling factors which make up my entry.
Have you signed the petition?
Tommy got 10 As, if my memory serves me correct.
well ok, i was reading ur post in chunks while i was doing other stuff, and i got to d end in something like 1 hour, so d only thing that really stuck in my mind when i wrote d comment is ur gramps passing. & no, haven't signed d petition.
Wow! Does it seriously take that long to read my entries?
I better start changing the format then, after National Service.
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