Friday, April 23, 2010

Do you remember your dream when you were 20?

I know I wanted to be Jackie Chan when I was about 5 or 6, then I wanted to be Prima Donna, then I wanted to be a vet. Then, I wanted to own a sock shop.

Eventually, I hit "as an artist, I think you understand" stage around grade 12 and wanted to be one. This also lead to me wanting to live in RV and travel around the continent. Only contacting people when I felt like making a movie.

I don't know when this fascination came about, but I believe it all started from a RV catalogue that my father presented when I was grade 3.

To this day, I have a soft spot for winnebagos and air streamers. I wonder if that's why I never live in one home longer than a year and a half at a time...

This is most likely my future:

Saturday, April 17, 2010

I was talking to a friend yesterday about watching horror flicks as a child.

My first ever memory of horror film is the last scene from "Evil Dead". I think I saw this when I was 5 or 6, right after attending a birthday party. As you can see, I had very free-thinking parents who never censored anything.

Was there a scene like this in the film?? I don't recall.

The next one I remember is "Alien" when I was 8. I think I saw it during summer break. I remember being scared as well as being shocked by Sigourney Weaver hanging out in her tiny bikini underpants.

Who knew underpants could be so small when you were 8?

Then it came the Zombie movie called " The return of the living dead" which wasn't as bad as the first two.

I think if my parents were not so free-thinking and only allowed me to watch movies such as "Bambi" or "Lion King", I would not be as obsessed with Anatomical models nor would I be jaded today.

Although, thank you for making me appreciate such B-level cult movies.

Thank you papa for being obsessed with American pop culture.

P.S. I just noticed that these zombie flicks movie posters really do not reflect what the movies are about.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I'm still alive!

It's just I have short "blog" attention-span problem. I don't really care to share everything I think about, I suppose. Life if far more interesting than putting funny things on the web, you know? If I slack off once again, just nag me. I will surrender and get back on track.

Anyway, first post in 2 month (apparently) is about trepanation. Do you know what it is? Have you ever seen that intense movie, "Pi"?

It's a procedure to release pressure or heavy blood flow from your brain by drilling a hole in your skull. It's totally fucked, right?

I think first time I've ever even seen or heard about this procedure was, in SPIN magazine. ( I used to be hip once, back in the late 90s to early 2000 )

I don't know what, but I have very strong attraction to anatomy and physiology. Especially brain function. So this Trepanation business naturally interests me so. What I don't understand is that there are people out there who actually would perform it upon themselves because they believe it will "expand their horizon".


But some money savvy person have already cashed in on this topic by doing this: A twist on Operation!

I would have put the picture of Trepanation, but to protect sensitive souls out there, I self-sesored. Instead, enjoy this picture which is still creepy:

Why does this man ever appealed to little children?