After watching Juno this weekend, I was day dreaming of what the perfect women would be.

Here’s what I took:

My perfect woman would be…

A little Juno and a little clementine (and she’d get both of those two movie refferences). She’ll stun me with her lips first and her appearance second. She’ll outsmart me, and i’ll love it (but probably won’t fully admit it). She’ll look as stunning with morning breath as she will when she’s ready to party like it’s 1939. She will be young yet mature beyond her age. But she’ll also be a sarcastic little brat to keep idiots at bay. She’ll be respectful and passionnate about the slightest details. She’ll know I hate it when she’s late, so she’ll show up 5 minutes early and hide just to see my reaction. She’ll make me smile and laugh when I get too serious about stupid stuff. She’ll hold my hand and look deep in my eyes when I get anxious. She won’t have to say I love you, I’d know it. She would fight for me, without thinking everybody’s a contender.

That’s all I got for now!

I’m going to pick this place up a bit again. It’s too dead, that’s no cool!

I think i’ll never say thanks enough to Guillaume for my new love:

Six String Samurai

I just finished watching it about 15 minutes ago, and I already have bought the comic book made about it (or vice-versa… who cares). I’m a big fan of well-produced hard labored B-movies, and i’ll tell you, this is the new king.

I was kind of tired of have my good old Evil Dead in the top chart, well it just got bumped by Six String Samurai. To put it in a couple of words; It really, rock. Rockabilly style.. Everything is almost perfect. Excellent acting, AMAZING music choice (The Red Elvises, i’m downloading their Cd’s right now), Samurai, 50’s Buddy-holly lookalike and post-nuclear vibe? Can’t get better then this.

The main character is fucking great. From the suit to the guitar and the shoes (“Hey, nice shoes.”), everything is right on the spot for a rockabilly king. The acting is almost perfect (the attitude is just right on) and the fighting is really good (you’d actually believe the guy knew how to fight). Well, the guitar playing seemed a tad fake but hey ! he looks damned good! And the bad guy is just perfecly cheezy.

The low points are most definately the gruntings of the kid (thought not SUPER annoying… it’s still a tad bad.), the voice over (lips don’t always match and the voice seems low-key a bit…) and that the story seems a tad thin and that some characters are not used to their full potential (the nuclear family that looks cannibal-ish/zombie would’ve added much more to the movie with their presence).

I’ll try to cut this short (since my movie partner’s already drooling on my bed), I loved every second of it. I’m highly dissapointed that the director/write didn’t seem to do much else (the main actor only did kung-fu movies before that ! Hahaha).

MAL’s score?

Acting: 9/10
Music: 9/10
Film-style (camera angles and such): 8/10
Originality: 12/10
Re-watch value: 7/10
One-liners: 8/10 (still not quite Evil dead’s oneliner… but close)

Overall:

9/10

Sweet-ass rockabilly shoes.

Wow, yesterday was quite a day.

Every two fridays or so, my boss organize an activity. This week, it was Go-karting. We needed to be there at 16h30 and we left my job at 16h. Of course, I had to drive like a maniac to get there. It’s funny how having “new people” in your car makes you drive differently. Anyways… let’s skip forward to the race:

Go-karting is really fun, but the track is very small (barely taking a half a minute to do a a full lap). Lots of curves, lots of skid/slide and of course, lots of crashes. The qualification run was actually pretty fun… but immediately… I noticed something… NOBODY IS RESPECTING THE RULES!!!! God that pissed me off! Everytime we were suppose to slow down, nobody did! Overpassing everybody!! Rah, I know it was just for fun, but I would’ve had much more fun if people respected the god damned simple rules.

As if this wasn’t enough to spoil a little bit of my fun, my first kart had a flat, thus preventing me to turn at all… and the second one was like, 7/8 of the speed of the rest! There was a pseudo-straight line… and everybody could butt-fuck me right there because their kart was faster. Anyways!! Enough complaining, I finished the race 6th or 7th or something like that, with a sore wrist (from a hit) and a really fucked up knee (god damned those things are small!!)

Sweaty and tired, I was off with Martine for our swing-night at the cat’s corner… Read next post

They’re everywhere!!! I don’t know if it’s related to the fact that I work with a bunch of metrosexual trend-following preppies… but god! Seriously, flip-flops are fine for chicks but not for dudes! The only exception I can see, is at the beach. It makes sense with the sand and all, but at work with jeans?Come on! It reminds me of that god awful trend of stileto fur winter boots. I’m all about looking clothes and being comfortable, but those things are either really nasty or just completely retarded.

The worse things is that, women naturally takes care of their nails and such. Men don’t. So as if it wasn’t
enough that the look was clashing so horribly, the nails are all nasty and weird. Yum! Is it just me, or through all the ages, man have been trying to be less manly? I don’t mean the “look i’ve got BIG muscle” thing… I mean the “Oh those are your pants? what do you know they fit me… oh hey can you pass me the eyeliner julie? Thanks honey, you’re a doll”-kind of attitude. From the Twisted sister to today’s emo-fag-fashionXcoreX-etc… men are less and less manly. Taking care of your look is important… but not when you give up your balls for it.

MAL out.

I’ve always thought that “blogging” was a funny thing. You have different type of blogging. You have mine for exemple, which is a mix of “what happens in my life…” but not daily. I also mix it up with some lists and funny movies. But you also have the very popular “Today, I took a crap and it kinda smellled weird…” kind of blog.

They are usually very centered around the writer and oddly enough creates very passionnate fan-base. I was reading some post about this rather… hum I would say funny, but i’m not sure she’s always kidding… montreal woman. Her blog is in french. Now, personnally I think that’s a gutsy thing because … my french sucks more then my english (can you imagine? sheesh ! And the worst part is that i’m actually francophone! hahaha). And what did I see in her post? … a “smartass/mother” comment.

A smartass/mother comment for me is someone that says “Oh my … watch your language!” or “So many mistake! I dissaprove…”. Seriously, I can understand if there’s a butt-load of mistake… or that the message gets screwed up because of mistakes… but god, this isn’t really the place to be anal! It takes FOREVER just to write a proper and interesting entry.

Anyways, back on subject (to disarm odd confusion: This is totally unrelated to Miss Célibataire urbaine. I don’t really know why people got confused but uh yeah… it’s a piece about BLOGS and the immediate need to have an answer. Thank you.)… I just found it rather funny how blogs are a new “insight” into other’s life. It’s like having a friend that tells you everything… but doesn’t care to know you at all. You have to love technology right? If someone would’ve brought that idea in the 50’s he would’ve been laughed at.

Oh that also makes me think about e-mail and the “need for the immediate answer” symptom. I was watching a show on tv about technology and the guy was saying how interesting it was to see how our generation needed everything… right now. And I IMMEDIATELY saw myself right there. I’m a class-A addict to sms/msn/ and everything in between. I have the need to be available at all time… even when I ain’t at all. And I started thinking about dating… and how “normal” it is these days to ask a pretty lady her email. Can you imagine that happening in the 50’s ? It would’ve been hillarious! Of course, you would’ve taken her home address and then … MAILED her a demand to take her to the prom. And if you were lucky, a couple of weeks later, you would’ve gotten a big “NO” on a piece of paper and you would’ve moved on (because the prom was only days away, and let’s face it… you’d have to settle for fat betsy). But now a days, you get an instant answer! And guess what do you do ? You answer back:

“Why don’t you wanna go?”
“‘Coz … you’re needy and uh … like ya know … stuff.”
“I’m what? You’re not making much sense here…”
“Ugh nevermind! … you’re like SOooo not cool.”
“… Not cool? … how does that have anything to do with …”
“Ugh! whaaatever!

… And then you never hear from her again (well, ain’t a big loss anyways… big betsy doesn’t have crabs at least. Oups). I think i’ve come to a conclusion on the subject of availability. To be not “needy” and cool… you have to not talk to them and pretty much ignore women…(that and you need to be a blond surfer with a 6 packs and white teeth. Hahaha.) Well, in reality, I think we’re just a lost generation. As the saying goes:

“You’ll always want, what you can’t have.”

MAL out.
See ya laterz. And go read her stuff… pretty funny.