Bliss!

Just came back from a Sear Bliss concert, and it was sooooo awesome.
(Hungarian Black Metal band. But they are actually good at it.)

So... uh... I had guys entertain me, I had friend(s) with me and it was that good, old fashioned screaming type, you know that music that incorporates the tortured dying screams of a small village. I'm a sucker for that.

Also, I got some appreciative stares, which is never bad. Neither is checking out the meat market. And my... yum-yum's all I can say.

For those who have no idea but wanna hear some:

Here I am, still awake thanks to the translation fucking up my usual routine to go to bed earlier. Not by much, but still.
Anyway... I stumbled upon this.
It kinda reminds me of the Very Secret Diaries. I think it's awesome.
Alias fic btw. Read at your own risk. I'm in the middle of the first part and already laughing so hard...
Anyway... I should go and sleep. Wish I could. Not really tired, damn it.

I've never thought I'd say this, I really really didn't. But thank the gods for my glasses.
My eyes have gone way beyond tired today and putting my glasses on felt like heaven.

A year ago the doc told me I seem to have astigmatism. (For those who are too lazy to wiki it up: "Astigmatism is an optical defect whereby vision is blurred due to the inability of the optics of the eye to focus a point object into a sharp focused image on the retina.")
She even asked me to get glasses if my workplace would pitch in. They didn't, but my mom insisted on getting them, so we did. Selecting a frame I liked... well, that was something nightmarish. I even wore my glasses sometimes, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I mean I'd see details a bit better on things 5kms away, so... No big deal.

But my eyes were so bloody tired I thought why the hell not. So I put them on and good gods, most of the strain is off.

And anyway, I'm always told I look good with glasses.
Still, this weekend I think I'll leave them home, if things go well. Getting laid is never easy on glasses. *.~

• Re-sent the letter.
• Got paid.
• Slept little.
• Got a frikking new translation to do that would take up all my weekend. Gonna take some time off or just dunno... do half as I suggested to my "boss". I have plans for this weekend, godsdamnit.
• Whatever. I hate to work for that ass, but then again... it's work.
• Daphne rocks.
• I think I'm developing a small crush on Parkman. I blame Eric Weiss.
• I need to get laid. Soon, preferably. No virgins this time. Why is it that it's only me attracting all these... first timers? >< (They were way over 20, tyvm.)
• Turtle kicks ass.
• I want more Heroes, strangely.
• Whoever decided to use Baron Samedi's name for Heroes is a dead man walking.
• Pun intended.

Random quote:

" I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground"

I think someone out there is trying to tell me something...

I mean I got my letter back. The fan letter. *facepalm* They said "attempted, not known".

Sheer annoyance ensues.

I few things I hate in TV-shows

Watching a few TV-shows these days I decided to write a list of things that drive me mad watching them.

• I hate shows with obvious plot twists or no plot at all (Alias is saved by the lot of hot men in the show).
  
  
• I hate it when I have no favourite characters: it means I have no reason whatsoever to watch said show. The only saving grace would be the interesting plot.
  
  
• I'm feeling very annoyed when a show takes me for stupid, and tries to sell me stuff I know more about than the script writers... and I know they are very wrong. Because they always are.
  
  
• The over-use and possible abuse of "dude", "man", "mate" or any swearword. It's just boring and shows that the scriptwriters have a limited dictionary. Which is just plain sad.
  
  
• Too many women, too many stupid women, too many fake boobs. Can't say I'm into women, and my boobs are bigger than their fake ones, so nothing interesting in there for me. And stupid women should just be shot. They are a disgrace.
  
  
• Azazel. Every demon sighting and demon activities in every show are either linked to the Devil, or Azazel. I'm getting really annoyed with poor Azazel getting blamed for every stupid plot twist and virgin-defiling. Why not someone else for a change? I mean it looks like they opened the book and couldn't pass past letter A. And there are many more demons in Christianity than that.
  I know, I know, I have a soft spot for Belial, but hey, why is it that he hardly ever shows up anywhere? Also, there is a huge list of other worthy demons they could pick but no, they get stuck at Azazel. Thing is, what of Asmodeus or Astaroth/Astoreth?
  
  Oh well. I shall shut up because the way I talk people have already pegged me for a satanist, I'm sure.
  Even though I only know about this because I prefer not to stay in the dark.
  
  

Anyway... so far, that's it. But I could go on...

I just can't shake this song out of my head. I blame South Park.

Guys I Like

A rather short list of men I fancy in movies/TV shows.



Takezo Kensei /Adam Monroe
... a rather megalomaniac, immortal villain.
Cute as hell if you ask me. I'm a sucker for clever, manipulative anti-heroes/villains with big puppy eyes.



Captain Jack Sparrow.
Nuff said, methinks. ^^
Wish I could have nabbed one from the scene in Davy Jones' Locker. (Although not the chicken or the one who fancied the goat...) I'm sure one less Sparrow wouldn't have been much problem. They had so many...



Anyway, I was wondering... do you see a pattern here?

There's something that has been bugging me in Alias. (Besides all the cliché and the predictable plot-twists when there are any.)

They always, always get the Hungarian accent dead wrong. I don't know what kind of accent they use, maybe a slightly modified Russian, but it is nothing close to Hungarian, and it has happened a few times now.

I wonder why they never considered hiring Hungarian extra for the cast, as they don't get much time on the show anyway, but thinking about it, even the people who play Hungarians look Russian to me.

Oh and have I mentioned there 's supposed to be some kind of Russian Maffia named the "Triad" located on Batthyány tér? (A Vásárcsarnok épületében mellesleg. Ami régi irattárnak szolgál. Hát persze.)

Very funny, not. I feel like kicking those idiots in their collective backside.

America shits itself and the world wipes its ass.

There are times I hate America more than usual. Thanks for the global financial crisis, we really really appreciate that.

About Falls and Aliases

First of all, I've watched The Fall today. Movie from 2006. Very very pretty pictures. Plot is easy enough and the ending is not that hollywoodian as it could get, so I kinda liked it. Not a favorite, but worth a try. Also, the Mystic and the Indian look hot. Both only with long hair flowing down on their backs. Bite me.


Oh and I'm deep into the second season of Alias. I admit I started watching it because of Julian Sark. I had to see the younger David Anders, because I'm going through a severe case of Adam withdrawal. Sniff. Oh and I was told Sark is the unadulterated Adam.

Well.... not really. I mean he looks cute and cuddly and so very young, but Adam had that sparkle. This guy's just too young and inexperienced (save in murdering) to be satisfactory enough. But... less is more than nothing. Also, maybe in later seasons he will be worth watching.
Also, the show's just too silly. I can't imagine some of the gadgets to work in real life and the plot twists? I could see them coming from miles away. But I saw the plot twists in Harry Potter so I guess I'm not as easy to please as any random American. *snicker*

Anyway... what has been bothering me besides the not too surprising plot twists is the bed hair. Sark looks like a chicken nestled on his head, or maybe it still is slumbering there... or he have been genetically crossed with a chicken... Bed hair looks cute on him one or two times, but when eliminating an elevator full of Russian maffia bosses, it's just very very strange, inappropriate and way hilarious. I just can't take anything seriously when he shows up with that kind of chicken-hair. (It actually looks like the back-end of a chicken, but let's not go there, all right?) Also, he's way too expressionless. I guess he was still in learning that time. He can do the puppy eyes, the sour look and a kind of serious robot-face, and that's about it.

I miss Adam. I miss all those grimaces and smiles. That's it, this guy NEVER smiles! Kinda makes me wonder when he'll be getting it right. The guy without facial expressions, he is. And a pretty face in itself does not amuse me for long, those who know me know that.

So now I'm just trying to follow the plot (they've been double crossed AGAIN) and hope Anders' botox infusion wears off soon, or I might try making a drinking game of Alias.

Fanmail, nuff said

Ok, I confess, I did it. I've sent my very first fanmail.

My dear friend says there's nothing to be ashamed of, but I kinda feel ashamed. I guess it's a default setting with me. I'm ashamed, I feel ugly and... no, never stupid, just sometimes not well-informed.

Well, at least I have things to work on. Guess how boring it must be for perfect people. They can't perfect themselves, that's why they have to live someone else's life. Sad, no?

Anyway, I sent the guy a gift too. I make pretty bracelets, so why not. My dear friend asked me what happens if he appears on TV wearing it. I think I'd be proud, happy, and I'd soon laugh my arse off at rabid fans who'd say they bought it for him.

Actually... I feel pretty silly. Gahhh... fanmail, for the gods's sake!! Where'd my pride go? >.<

I was pondering about black magic. (Now don't get me wrong, I don't believe in the white magic-black magic crap, I only believe in gray and black, as white does not and cannot exist. I do believe I did a long rant about it on this blog in the old days... Oh and notice me *not* using the word "magick". Ick!)

So... what about it? Whether to use something that will change another person or not. I don't take these kinds of things lightly, not anymore. Of course there are things I want and things I seek, but am not sure anymore it's worth ruining someone's life over this. Because it might. No matter what you do there are always consequences, and I'm too sure anymore that I do want to do that certain something at all costs.

I did once, I don't think it ruined anyone's life, but it did have certain consequences that I did not anticipate and was sad about. So right about now I'm trying to work out if it's worth or not. I's no longer about if I'm worthy or not. Not anymore.

All right, I've decided I'm worth it. (Those who need to know will understand.) I'm just as worthy as the next person, so bring it on! ^^



Also, I've been thinking up a number few Teen Horror Movies I'd like to watch.
List as follows:

• I Don't Know What You Did Last Summer, And I Sure As Hell Don't Care
• Brightness
• I Still Don't Know What You Did Last Summer, And I Can't Care Less
• Halloween: Just Stay At Home With A Cup Of Hot Cocoa
• Pinkness Engulfs
• The Forgiveness - Now With Real Plot
• The Evil's On Vacation - Milla Jovovich Grows Boobies Instead
• The Token Black Guy Survives!
• Without Destination - Death Has Better Things To Do

Well, that's all, folks.