Archive for May, 2006

X-Men: The Last Stand

Rating: 3/5

Warning: Spoilers after the jump. Beware the jump link!

Got around to seeing X3 yesterday. Thankfully we booked in advance, the place was packed! Being a huge X-Men fan I went in thinking I wouldn’t be able to fairly judge the movie, but here it goes anyway.

Honestly, I really don’t think it lived up to the first two installments. It was fast, explosive, and noisy, which is pretty much what I go to cinemas for but it was too much. It skipped from sub-plot to sub-plot so quickly you didn’t have time to sink your teeth into any of them. On the plus side though the graphics were great, it was a huge adrenaline booster, and Ian McKellen was in it.

Now, I really need to get something out.

They killed Professor X! You bastards!

I feel better now. Moving on…

Phoenix is played by the hot, sexy piece of wood that is Famke Janssen. Wake up woman! You’re meant to be unstable, not comatose. Thankfully Hugh Jackman, always wonderful as Wolverine, was there to save the movie’s climax. Ian McKellen was again show-stopping as Magneto, with the movie’s most impressive scene being where he tears apart and levitates the Golden Gate Bridge.

There was a lot stuffed and jammed into a short space of time. Seeing the most charming Beast was terrific, as was seeing Bobby really become Ice Man. Unfortunately so many characters and sub-plots were left undeveloped. Leech (where did he come from and where did he go?), Rogue taking the cure, the Worthington Family, Juggernaut (exactly who decided to cast him as unwelcome comedy relief?), the list goes on and on.

And why, with all their powers, did Arclight, Quill, and Psylocke feel that the best way to dispose of Warren Jr (creator of the cure) was to throw him off a building? (Of course Angel couldn’t save him if they didn’t, but it was still annoying.)

Turtle rating stars by Schildieproductions.

I Double Dare You

(I am such a kid.) So Willie dared me to touch one of those giant slugs that came out during an earlier drizzle. I said I would if he would, and he agreed. I gave it a gentle rub, it was surprisingly non-slimy. Then he chickened out and ran away. That backer outer!

Pants That Work

I’m finally able to fit back into a pair of jeans that’ve been dormant for one-and-a-half years. They button up and everything! I’m so pleased.

A Very Chinese Dinner

Just got home from dinner with Willie, his uncle, and various relatives/coworkers. We went to a hot pot restaurant, and (perhaps surprisingly since I’m Chinese) it was the first time I’d ever really taken part. I remember having gone to a hot pot when I was little and the experience induced a decade-long fear of crustaceans.

But alas, I have spent much time facing that fear and entered the restaurant with confidence. (And thankfully no crustaceans were served this time around.) His uncle’s hilarious, he had a great Yan Can Cook style of introducing unfamiliar dishes. One notable dish was fish skin with ginger, spring onion, and peanuts, which he kept insisting that Willie must love and devour (or else!).

You know what I love about the local culture? Small talk seems to be considered rather unnecessary and is kept to a minimum. Saying goodbye to someone I barely know takes about three seconds, compared to the endless reams of “Nice to meet you. Can’t wait to see you again (even though I know I never will). Hope you have a great night. Nice jacket by the way. Really can’t wait to see you again!…”

Of course due to the language barrier I couldn’t converse with too many people, but “I’m drunk! Hahaha!” is pretty universal. His uncle bought many bottles of beer, then someone turned up with wine, then the restaurant owner gave us a bottle of whisky.

But for non-universal sentiments, I should really learn Chinese. Willie’s uncle’s encouraging words:

“Look at Willie. Before he didn’t know any Chinese, but now see how many bad words he can say!”

I still don’t feel too emboldened though, since the last time I tried to say “French toast” in Cantonese I ended up asking for “small shits in great quantity”.

Preach to Me

When attempting to convert people to your religion via e-mail, if you are going to insert an inline image of Mel Gibson’s James Caviezel’s writhing scarred and bloodied body from the Passion of Christ it is best to add a warning to the top that any children in the room should be asked to look away. Otherwise what happens is I see “Good job on your site!”, scroll down, and then POW! Nightmares.

Regardless, I sent back a polite reply. Well… except maybe for the bit where I said that asking an atheist if they’ve always put God first seemed a bit redundant. Then I realised that while I had been composing my little piece someone had been leaving me nice anonymous “Go to church! Rraawr!” comments.

It doesn’t really pay to respond rationally, does it?

Signs

Does this mean that I can be fined for putting objects on the table?

Sign 1

And remember, no parking in the small triangle (just in case you were tempted to).

Sign 2

3-Year Anniversary

Willie and I celebrated our 3-year anniversary yesterday. We didn’t do anything special, just a nice dinner then back to his place, but it was lovely.

A little bird We had a special visitor as well. While we were getting coffee in the afternoon a little bird (some kind of white-eye?) flew over, hopped around the table and chairs, chirped a bit, and flew off. You don’t usually find birds that will dare to come right up to you over here, we don’t have any evil pigeon/seagull flocks. I like to think the little fellow wished us a happy anniversary.

I never thought I’d still be interested in or attracted to someone after a year, let alone three of them. I’m pretty sure it’s got a lot longer to go too. I’ve never known anyone (including myself) with a better heart than him, and I love him.

In three years we have not gone more than two days without seeing each other, and that was due to a severe typhoon. We have never seriously fought or yelled at each other. Quiet people we are not, but there’s just never been a reason to argue. (Play fights, however, are common occurences.) In three years we’ve become best friends and happier people.

And I knew I really, really loved him when I opted for a cold butt in the shower instead of hogging all the hot water. (His answer to the same question was “always”.)

Pool Hall Pics

I’ve been meaning to do something with these for ages. Pics from last month when Vicki was over.

Vicki and I:

Vicki and I

Willie and I:

Willie and I

Willie being more photogenic than me:

Willie and I

Richard, Willie and Vicki. Why is no one actually playing pool?

Richard, Willie, Vicki

And what is Richard looking at?

Richard

In various stages of taking our shots:

Taking our shots

Me pretending I know kung fu. Too bad the leg action wasn’t captured, trust me it was awesome.

Vicki and I