“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today”   This is a quote by our bad boy of the day and he surely followed  his own advice.   James Dean.  Gone too soon.  a lovely man to look at, all brooding and meloncholy.   Enjoy an oldie but a goodie.   Couldn’t quite picture in my head how he’d look as an old man.  forever young!  

I hate, hate, hate people who look at movies–especially older movies–as just a step in the line to the movies we have today.  It’s a slap in the face to life, by extension, and I will explain why. (Foswi, this is primarily for you.)

I am a staunch historian, and I thoroughly believe in the value of studying history.  If you do not, you might as well stop reading this blog.  We’ll just never get along.  To that extent, is it useless to study ancient warfare in a modern context?  Are there no pracitical applicable lessons to be learned from tactics that defy era, technology, or weaponry?  I think you out there in someplacewhereyou’restaringatacomputerscreen should be thinking to yourself, “No, there is value in knowing that stuff…”  Because  you’re right.

Or, let’s think of this in terms of books.  Does it make sense to stop reading  Hamlet, To Kill a Mockingbird, 1984, The Lord of the Rings, Black Boy, Brave New World, Romeo and Juliet, The Giver, etc. just because there are the Harry Potter series, the Twilight books, the Time Traveler’s Wife, and various James Patterson and Stephen King books topping the New York Times Bestseller list?  Should we leave the past behind and only allow only what is new and pretty and shiny to be let in?

I think not.

The problem is the genre of film allows this to easily happen.  And many people who watch movies (or passively read about movies) tend to think only the little that is said without thorough investigation into the actuality of history.

Point 1: Michael Bay is awesome…but not really.

The Island

Michael Bay, as many know, is the champion of all things pretty, and mind-numbingly explosive.  After all, you don’t make a name for yourself with blockbusters like Bad Boys, Bad Boys II, The Rock, Armageddon, Pearl Harbor, The Island, Transformers, and Transformers II (directed all by Bay) without some level of skill.  I mean, seriously.  That’s an impressive list of movies, with impressive DVD sales, and everything.

But let us be honest.  The movies star nice looking people, blow a lot of things up, include heart-racing, adrenaline pumping, action and car chases (or meteorite destroying drill malfunctions, what have you), and fun technological advances.  They’re like James Bond films…just without James Bond.

These movies have made millions.  They have loyal fans of adults, teenagers, and children alike.  They’re fun to watch, made millions in the movie theaters.  But they suck.  They have no deeper meaning, make me thoughtful in no way, and generally make me dumber, because I actually could have been learning something while I was wasting time watching pretty people run around.

Point 2: There is more to history than just history.

Citizen Kane

A friend of mine (after reading a former post of mine) responded thusly:

I’ll disregard the opinion of anyone who thinks Citizen Kane is great for anything more than its innovative transitions and camera angles.

While said tongue-in-cheek, there is, I know, a part of him that believes this to be true.  And this is why I am angry.  I love Citizen Kane, in the same way I love Schindler’s List.  Sure it’s a little on the long side, but the story is great, the acting is believable, the direction is flawless, and the overall impact: unforgettable.

The ease with which Americans, modern people, I’m not sure who this list should (or actually does) include, forget the past when it comes to movies is disturbing.  Yes, movies are more entertaining today.  Movie from yore are a little boring.

Except that’s not true.  I defy anyone to watch The Apartment and not be complete enraptured.  Peeping Tom is one of the creepiest movies I’ve ever seen.  (If you have a Netflix account, I believe it is streaming live.   You should go watch it now.  Better than Drag Me To Hell.  Creepier.  Stranger.  More interesting.)  And you know what, It Happened One Night is the quintessential romance that cannot be improved upon in a modern way.  There are just old movies that age well, and have stayed good for a reason.  Citizen Kane is one of them.  Beyond the transitions and camera angles. (We’ve all heard the “Oh my gosh, there’s a ceiling” reaction.)  But let’s talk about the role the dining room table plays in the movie.  Did you ever think about that? Or how about the scene where Welles types out the rest of a horrible review of his wife’s disastrous operatic debut?  The acting is top notch, better than Sean Penn in Milk.

I am struck by many things.  Here’s a short list:

• People today seem so averse to watching older, or just pain old, films.
• People tend to devalue the impact of older movies because modern counterparts tends to be more engaging, which they equate with “better.”
• People tend to devalue the fact that most older movies have a deeper theme than most modern movies, even modern movies based in classic stories.

This is why the market for older movies should be booming, not dying away.  This is why people should actually sit down and become their own movie reviewer.  If you take the time to watching a movie a week, you’ll watch AFI’s Top 100 movie list in less than two year.  Probably less than a year, considering you’ve seen a lot of them.

Why is it people are so ready to agree, or disagree with the statements of critics and film historians, but are so rarely willing to make their own original statements about the movies themselves.  People, you, staring at your own screen.  Say what’s on your mind.  Be willing to say Citizen Kane sucked, but don’t you dare say it’s boring without backing it up.  I’m not about opinion’s with no evidence.

Just have an opinion, and make it your own.

I really want to find a great guy.  To the naked eye, one may think that I sabotage every possible relationship that comes my way but really that isn’t my intention. Okay, I am nearing my late thirties so that already implies all kinds of issues.  Still, I have a decent job that I try hard to like most of the time; I have friends that keep me just busy enough to not be needy, and I own my house. I have never been married and don’t have children.  I am completely self-sufficient.  And I am perfectly happy without a relationship; it would just be a nice addition to life.  I’m a catch!

I want someone in the same place in their life.  There are several types of guys in the world.  Very clearly though it is made up of nice guys and bad boys.  I hear woman say all the time that when they decided to date outside of their comfort zone that was when they fell in love.  It is such a great idea, and it sounds so easy.

An acquaintance of mine somehow decided that I was worthy of dating.  He started off instant messaging me on Facebook. Oblivious to the purpose of his actions, I spent those first couple months trying to figure not how the hell I even knew him.  Halloween was approaching, and he asked me about my costume.  I offered that I was dressing as a favorite superhero for my little nephews.  He suggested he also come as a superhero so we could be a pair.  It was at this moment I realized his purpose was not just to be friendly.

At the Halloween party, I knew I would see him.  I had tried desperately to memorize his Facebook photographs so I could identify him.  Perhaps I am too nice or too naïve, but my purpose for this was only to be nice and not because I had strong feelings about dating him.  I thought it was only polite to know his name when he came up to speak to me.  We did meet.  I did recognize him.  We talked about thirty seconds.   It was over.  He wasn’t for me, and this was decided easily in these few seconds.  I don’t know how I know this, but I feel it.

Later that night, my sister and her husband met up with the fellow. He mentioned to my dear sister that he thought I was the most beautiful girl he knew.  My sister, who is my biggest fan, wanted to immediately complete another disastrous fix up.  She suggested that she calls me right then and there; since of course I was probably still at the Halloween party.  Not the brightest crayon in the box, she does this feat with his phone, basically allowing this acquaintance that I couldn’t place for so long to have my phone number. When my sister calls this one time that Halloween night, I ignore the unknown call after midnight.  I also ignore two additional calls from this same number later in the night, not from my sister.

This should have been my sign to just stay away.  But no, I am naïve or too nice, or I just really want my sister to be successful with one of her fix ups.  She encouraged me with stories of how nice the man was and how pleasant he was when she worked at the local golf course.  Insisting I should keep in mind the lovely things he said, she asks me to give him a tiny chance.

I have never been someone who had to be married, but I thought it was just a novel idea to date someone who might just be crazy about me.  I had just left a relationship with a boy that appeared to be “bad” on the outside but really turned out to be plain lazy.  I figured this was my opportunity to date outside of my comfort zone.  I would actually attempt to date the nice guy. What did I have to lose?

It wasn’t long before this nice guy sent me a message on Facebook.  He wanted to know if I would allow him to make me dinner.  I told him I would consider it, and he began to list these extravagant dishes he could make, surely just showing off.  It took very little time for an actual date to be set.

However, I didn’t want to eat alone at his home for our first date.  After all I had not long ago realized that he was a very distant acquaintance, the most basic Facebook friend…simply just knowing his name through other people. Let’s face it, girls, we need to be smart even with acquaintances.

I suggested a drink, which turned into a quick dinner. I had already had plans with my sister that night, so it seemed like a comfortable first date to include her and her husband in part of the date.  It would make it more casual.  The morning of the date, he makes me pick the restaurant, something I dread.  Our plans included playing a quick hand of cards with my sister and brother-in-law.  It was your basic first date.  Nothing special.

At the end of the night, he boldly went in for the kiss.  I was trying not to make note of the fact that he was an oddly shaped man, but it is with this kiss that I am no longer unconscious of his size.  His lips were aimed dead center for me from across the car, and it appeared that I may be kissing the lips of a caricature of Fat Albert.  Warning sign, probably three or four, ignored again.

He continued to be thoughtful though.  He asked me on another date over the following weekend.  He was actually pretty good about calling at the right times yet giving me my space. That is, of course, until two nights before the date. He was losing a poker game and began to text me for good luck.  I wished him good luck, and he said something to the effect of a kiss being lucky.  Again insanely nice or naïve, I returned his text with a “kiss kiss.”  It was like an invisible “on” switch.  I think he wanted me to text dirty to him.  I attempt to play aloof and change the subject, but he wasn’t letting up. Finally after extinguishing several topics, I succeed in changing the subject.

It is at this point my niceness or naivety turns to stupidity.  He calls the next evening as I am returning from a night out with the girls.  Headed out with a friend, he asks to stop by for a quick hello and a kiss.  I decide that I only have a few minutes before I had to go to bed, I had an early morning the next day, and I would let him come by for a quick minute.  I had an out after all.

The quick minute turned into fifteen minutes of kissing on the couch.  There were no feelings whatsoever, warning sign number six; all I could think of was if he was ever going to stop kissing me with that same monotonous movement with his darting short yet chubby tongue.  I must be a bossy kisser.  I attempt to move my head or slow him down, only to find myself fearful of being sucked down his throat by his vacuum cleaner lips.  Finally it was over, and he left. Now I only had twenty-four hours to dwell on the fact that I would be in this same position the following night after our second date.

Oh, but the Lord does work in mysterious ways!  I awoke with little sleep and a field trip to find myself sick as a dog.  I struggled through the day, and with my niceness restored, I got ready for my date.  When he came to pick me up, I was nearly unconscious on the couch.  The nice guy that he was led me back to bed and went on our date alone.  He insisted he would return with some food after my nap.

Sleeping peacefully for at least three hours, I awoke realizing he had not brought the food.  I decided to text him and tell him not to bother because I was going to go to bed.  What I really intended to do was put on my rattiest pajamas and wipe Vaseline all over my chapped face.  I proceed to do so and climbed into bed.

Luck was not on my side, he texted minutes later to say he was on his way and wanted to take care of me.  He could think of nothing better than cuddling with my disgusting infected self.  Delirious, at this time, I didn’t have the energy to fend him off.  He comes, he cuddles, he rises early, and he departs after of what must have been at least two hours of him waiting for me to wake; I never left my bed.

I spend the next couple days sick in bed. He calls and checks on me.  As I return to my normal state, I get back to my life.  I realize that I am reaching that familiar point in all my failed relationships in which I overanalyze everything the guy does.  My lips instantly chap just at the thought of him. This a common practice for me as I talk myself out of dating him.  I begin to see the warning signs more clearly.  His comments about cuddling and kissing continue; I proceed to laugh about him with my friends.  I make note of his shrinking size; for some reason when I start to dislike boys they tend to get shorter than me.

Unfortunately I blame this behavior on the fact that I am nearly in my late thirties and single.  I do this every time. After discussing it with a couple friends, they encourage me to give him one more shot.  He is a nice guy!  I just fear commitment; he deserves one more chance.  Of course, I know this last chance will be the toughest of all. I have to push all these flaws out of my mind.

Thus begins the date process.  The day before the date, he calls for a good night kiss.  I turn it down and immediately turn off my lights in my house with the excuse I am going to bed. His return text responds that he understands, and he will have trouble sleeping now.  Immediately I go on the defense and hint that he should get over the disappointment, I am going to bed.  He returns smoothing over the situation stating that his trouble with sleep will only be caused by him dreaming of me.  Instantaneously, I pray for an illness, if only I would have skipped that flu shot!

Now I am really trying not to dread this upcoming date.  One more chance is all he gets, I promise myself.  Still being considerate, the next day I text him to be sure of the plans.  He has no ideas just that he has to do a promotion at a local sports bar at 9:30.  I plainly state that I would like him to be decisive and choose, and that I like when guys make plans.  It just solves the problem of that awkward conversation at the beginning.  On early dates, no one wants to suggest the restaurant.  You get into the “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” conversation that is purely pathetic.  Regardless, I like it when a gentleman makes the plans.

I mentioned to him that he could quite possibly prepare the dinner he had talked about.  I guess I was pretty sure at this time he wasn’t going to chop me up.  He didn’t care.  No matter what I recommended I couldn’t force him into any decision.  Bored with the insane debate, I finally chose a movie and the sports bar food.  It is with this annoying quality that I begin to criticize every tiny detail about him.  It is a quite exasperating habit that I possess.

First of all, this man has been sending me texts about being chilled and wanting to cuddle (totally true and totally gag me with a spoon); he is wearing a short sleeve shirt.  Because I am now finding myself very argumentative, I make note of the short sleeves.  He acts as he has never been cold his life.  He is clearly an inch shorter than me now.  By the end of the night he will be six inches shorter.

We arrive at the movie theatre.  I am reminded that he is a nice guy opening doors and paying for the tickets and snacks.  We settle in our seats, and this is when I realize he smells of a mixture of heavy cologne and maybe cum.  I arrange the popcorn between us and attempt to breathe through my mouth.

The movie begins, the popcorn is finished, and he put his arm around me.  I can tell he wants to kiss me or something.  I feel him staring at me, yet every time I look his way he asks dumbfounded, “What?”  I avoid the kissing, free myself of his arm, and push away the smell.  I wonder if I am imagining it all.

The rest of the date is downhill from here.  We arrive at the bar, he does his work, and we eat our food.  I thank Saturday Night Live for having my favorite band on this very night, and I attempt to hint that I would like to be home for it.  Soon the promotion is over, and he literally sucks down a brownie sundae in seconds and we leave.

He wants to stop by his house to check his furnace.  He is sure he turned it off.  I know this is probably his alternate purpose; he really wants to check his house before staying over at my house.  His house is actually decorated like a nice guy’s house.  It is outfitted with embroiled pillows and knickknacks. He has art expressing the words love, hope, and home.  Yet, he has little plaques here and there blessing golf with witty sayings about the 19^th hole and prayers for a good game decorated with swirls and flowers. It reminds me that he refers to his mom as “Mother.”  Perhaps he really just wanted to show me his house.  His furnace is forgotten and we’re off.

At my house, we pull into the drive and I get out.  He looks at me with pleading eyes and asks if he is invited in.  It seems like an obvious answer since we just stopped at his house, but I play the game with him, not nearly as nice as I had been.  I continue to put him off and become more argumentative as the night goes old.  I sit as far away as my couch will allow.  He asked if I am sleepy, as he sits next to me with his eyes closed.  I can tell he is moving closer with each breath.  This is when I decide that in order to get rid of him I am going to have to be even more direct.  “If you are sleepy, you should go to bed.”

“What?  Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked with beseeching eyes.

“No, I am just saying that you don’t want to fall asleep on your way home,” I hinted matter-of-factly.

He sighs and closes his eyes again.   I make no move to notice him and continue to watch Saturday Night Live, like it is the early nineties and still a funny show.  He eventually gets the hint and makes more movement towards the door.  Leaning in to kiss me, I realize that I can’t avoid this last one.  It is awful and unmoving; unfortunately my lips were already in the wrong spot.  I break from it, and he goes in for another kiss.  I grab his shoulders and rest my head on his shoulder avoiding the kiss and hugging him.  He leaves seemingly disappointed with his tails between his legs.

I hate breaking up with people.  I hope he got a little of the hint.  I hope if I avoid a few calls and stay busy maybe the whole incident will be forgotten.  He seemed mature.  Of course, it has only been twelve hours since the date, and I have already missed one call.  I wonder how much work this is going to be.  My last relationship took months to end.  Please, if I could just be lucky this once.  Please, let it be over quickly and painlessly.  Two dates isn’t a relationship.  Please, let him see that although I may very well be the most beautiful girl in his mind, good looks don’t guarantee a connection.  Surely, he wasn’t any more impressed with the kissing.

Nearly in my late thirties, I try to learn something from every relationship.  Sometimes the lesson is forgotten in the heat of passion, but I can only do so much in the name of education.  My lesson here is to trust my intuition.  I should have seen the early signs that he wasn’t for me.  If it takes more than a month to break up with him it is my own fault.  Next time someone picks me up, I am not going to date them just because they are a said “nice guy.”  Remembering that my singleness is blamed on multiple issues, so are single thirty-something men.  My first impression is normally correct; I must trust my initial judgment.

Ice MC! Hahaha!!! Jag hade glömt bort att man lyssnade på det här…. letade egentligen efter en helt annan låt men sprang på den här gamla godingen så jag var bara tvungen att lägga upp den….

Egentligen var det den här låten jag letade efter. Har ett minne av att jag hade den på mitt “favvoband”… minns några av kändisnamnen han “sjunger” i låten och har letat efter låten i flera år! NU äntligen hittade jag den! I mitt minne var det en skitbra låt. Jag tyckte verkligen det!! hahaha! Tänk vad smaken kan förändras!!

Året var 1990. Båda dessa låtar fanns på favoritkassetbandet som gick hett i freestylen… det var tider det….
Här är fler låtar som fanns på samma band….

I saw a beautiful movie last week with Clive Owen in it- it was called The Boys are Back.  Very sweet movie.  He plays a widower trying to re-connect with his children as well as deal with the loss of his wife.  He is a gorgeous man but usually plays really flawed characters.  This guy had some flaws as well but it was a change from his normal role.  A more gentle character, if you will.    When I think of him as a “Bad boy”  I think of some of his newer movies – like The International.  In that one, he was big and bad with a gun. 

He has also played in a few period pieces-  he could be my white knight anytime! 

Now, the next movie I’m going to mention may offend some of you but it is really a fantastic movie.  It is called Close My Eyes.  Clive was very young when he played in it.  He almost derailed his career (and yes, he was cute and tough in Derailed, too) over this movie.  It was quite controversial.  He played the brother of a married woman.  He and his sister had an affair.  It was very intense.   It really is a must see film.   There is also a scene of full frontal nudity of Clive.  You may want to close your own eyes with this last picture!    But look at how young he was-  a mere child!

Fonte: BBC Brasil

Nada de pitt bull, rottweiller ou pastor alemão, as raças mais agressivas do mundo são dachshund, chihuahua e jack russell terriers, de acordo com um estudo recente da Universidade da Pensilvânia, nos Estados Unidos.
A pesquisa foi publicada na última edição da publicação científica Applied Animal Behavior Science e afirma que um em cinco dachshunds, também conhecidos como cães salsicha, já atacou ou tentou atacar estranhos; um em 12 dos salsichas já atacou os próprios donos.

Os mais ferozes são:

• Dachshund
• Chihuahua
• Jack Russell terrier
• Akita
• Pastor australiano
• Pit bull
• Beagle
• Springer Spaniel inglês
• Border collie
• Pastor alemão

Estes são alguns dos resultados do levantamento com 6.000 donos de cães de 30 raças diferentes. De acordo com os questionários, as raças que mais tendem a atacar humanos são dachshund e chihuahua.

Já os cães menos agressivos, de acordo com a pesquisa, são golden retrievers, labradores, são bernardos, britanny spaniels e greyhounds.

Os “bad boys” caninos, raças que enfrentam má fama de serem muito agressivas, como pitt bulls e rottweillers, ficaram na média de agressividade canina ou até abaixo, no que diz respeito a ataques contra estranhos.

Os pesquisadores afirmam que o estudo indica que raças menores tendem a ser mais agressivas que as maiores.

A diferença nos resultados dessa pesquisa para outros levantamentos sobre agressividade canina pode se dever ao fato de normalmente serem usadas estatísticas médicas de ataques a mordidas. Como os ataques de cães maiores costumam causar ferimentos mais graves que os menores, estas estatísticas poderiam estar distorcidas, afirmam os acadêmicos americanos.

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Cães estão cada vez mais parecidos com os homens

Cães atrás das grades

Tradutor de latidos para cães

Dogão é mau!

Cães de Ticiane sentem ciúmes da filha Rafaella

Alexandra Burke ?? O_O

Para muitos esse nome é novo … mas nos EUA ela liderou o topo da billboard por um bom tempo com a música “bad boys” sendo desbancada por Britney Spears e o seu single “3″.

Essa linda morena ganhou um programa chamado X-Factor, parecido com o American idols, nos EUA cantando músicas como “Candyman”, “Listen” e “Over the Rainbown”. Na final do programa fez um dueto com ninguém mais ninguém menos que Beyonce, cantando a música “Listen”.

Na minha opinião …

A música é ótima e mostra muito do potencial dela como cantora. No clipe ela canta, dança e não perde o “rebolado”. =D

O que acharam da música ?  Façam suas apostas nesta grande cantora e não esqueçam de postar seus comentários.

    I have a theory, it’s called The Black Hole Theory of Toxic Men.

    Basically, these “bad boys” or, “toxic men” if you will, attract women with their demeanor, looks, confidence, etc., much like the extreme gravitational pull of a black hole. However, once women get sucked in, it’s nearly impossible to get themselves out of the endless manipulations, game-playing, and narcissism that make up the toxic man.

      At first, women thrive on the attention of the man seen as desirable to so many other women. The games the toxic man plays are mysterious and keep the woman on her toes. The rush and excitement cause the woman to keep running back, no matter how poorly they are being treated. The black hole just gets deeper and deeper.

     Eventually, as women mature, they will understand that these black holes are just a waste of time and space, and avoid them altogether. However, most women will have to experience one or two black holes in their lifetime, before they figure out how they can be avoided. Until then, try not to fall in too deep.

With Love,

Anne

“Every girl has to experience the bad boy to appreciate the nice guy.” – Mae West

     Even celebrities are not immune to what the bad boy has to offer. Australian Relationship Guru, Samantha Brett, takes a look at a few celebrities’ toxic relationship and adds her views to the bad boy discussion.

Conforme prometido,aqui está a segunda parte de nosso especial jogar ou assistir,agora com filmes que viraram games.Afinal nada melhor que poder estar na pele do herói daquele filmão que você nunca esquece.E  escolhi alguns jogos que representam bem seus filmes

O Poderoso Chefão

Godfather O game começa quando o pai do protagonista é assassinado por mafiosos rivais e sua mãe pede que Don Vito Corleone cuide de você. Logo nas primeiras cenas , é possível perceber o grau de detalhismo dos personagens. Cada um dos atores foi meticulosamente reproduzido(o realismo dos persongaens é incrivel,quem já viu o filme pode até confudir com cenas do cinema).Os combates se dividem em ataques corpo-a-corpo e armas de fogo. Os golpes físicos são variados. O seu personagem dispõe de uma série de socos e chutes, além de agarrões diversos. Os ataques variam entre joelhadas e até alguns empurrões, só para jogar o oponente no chão. Quase tudo é feito com o analógico direito, como se fosse uma versão simplificada de “Fight Night”.Seria muito difícil reproduzir toda a sensação de um filme como  ”O Poderoso Chefão”,mas esse jogo de play 2 traduz muito bem a temática do filme com um realismo e interatividade impressionantes.

Bad Boys Miami takedown

Miami Takedown permite que jogadores controlem Mike Lowrey(Will Smith) e Marcus Burnett(Martin LAurence) em sua guerra contra traficantes de drogas. O sistema usual de sair dando tiros para todos os lados está representado, com o típico humor do filme (que aliás tm cenas impagáveis). O destaque fica por conta de dois elementos pouco comuns. O primeiro é um sistema de cobertura baseado em pontos especiais para a manobra – apesar disso estar presente em muitos game, o fato de se restringir a determinados locais permite que, com o toque de um botão, o personagem salte bem ao estilo cinematográfico para se proteger. A segunda é um indicador para mostrar se você está sendo um “tira bom” ou “tira ruim”.O jogo segue bem a linha do filme ação pura,muitos tiros,descontração bem Bad Boys mesmo,com missões bem envolventes, pra quem gosta de um bom jogo de ação é um prato cheio.

Harry Potter e o prisioneiro de Askaban

Pela primeira vez, jogadores poderão controlar os amigos Ronny Weasley e Hermione Granger, além do próprio Potter. Cada um deles terá habilidades próprias: além de contar com magias únicas (somente Harry pode invocar um Patronus, por exemplo), cada um deles se especializa em algumas áreas: Harry é o melhor saltador e jogador de Quadribol(acredite é mesmo). Ronny é capaz de ver passagens secretas escondidas e Hermione pode passar por pequenos buracos. O jogador deverá escolher qual dos três amigos será ideal para resolver os desafios e quebra-cabeças do jogo. Em alguns estágios, será preciso combinar suas forças para criar magias mais arrasadoras. Como um brinde, você poderá também controlar a coruja Edwiges em algumas partes da aventura.A principio os jogos de Harry Potter não costumam decepcionar os fãs ( pessoalmente estou longe de ser um fã)Considero esse o melhor filme do bruxo,e por coincidência também o melhor jogo,faz você pensar com nenhum outro jogo da série faz,e levando em conta que estou priorizando as melhores adaptações para os jogos,esse merece lugar.

Ratatouille

Assuma a pele de Remy, um jovem ratinho que sonha em se tornar um grande chef de cozinha francês em Paris – tirando o “ligeiro” problema de se tratar de um rato , assim vivendo alguns dos principais momentos do filme.Os desafios são variados(aliás como costuma acontecer nos games baseados em filmes de animação) passando por provas de culinária até lances típicos do estilo plataforma. As atividades envolvem desde criar pratos elaborados na cozinha até evitar ser visto por inimigos famintos.Dentre os vários jogos baseados em filmes de animação escolhi esse para comentar ,não somente pelo filme (que gostei muito),mas pela jogabilidade do game,acreditem é um jogo muito divertido,você tem muitas mudanças ao longo das diferentes missões.Lembra muito os clássicos de super nintendo,com aventuras bem criativas,nessa área poderia citar o jogo de “Shrek terceiro” e “Hércules”(para play 1 baseado no filme em 2D da disney) que são boas pedidas para quem gosta do gênero animação.

Rocky Legends

O modo principal é um Story Mode onde você leva Rocky Balboa por todas as lutas vistas no filme (inclusive aquelas menos importantes), cada qual na mesma locação utilizada no filme(tem uns becos,muito bem feitos). Os personagens derrotados vão sendo liberados para o Exhbition Mode. E com todos os 20 lutadores dos cinco filmes, até personagens menores como Dipper Brown estarão representados. O estilo de controle está mais próximo do arcade, com comandos simples, além dos combos e golpes específicos de cada lutador( pena que o sistema de controle não seja o mesmo de Fight Night). Para garantir o equilíbrio do game, os lutadores mais fortes porém mais lentos serão bons adversários para os rápidos e fracos.Não podia faltar esse clássico,Rocky Balboa neles,um jogo literalmente para os fãs(como eu) onde você revive as lutas clássicas do ” garanhão italiano”,mas já adianto é um dos jogos mais difíceis que joguei (na verdade ainda estou tentando jogar)no inicio se apanha muito,e mesmo mais pra frente quando encontrar os lutadores mais forte pode ter certeza que vai voltar a apanhar durante um tempo.rsrs

Encerro por aqui esse especial,procurei abordar 5 jogos de gênero diferente(e que fossem bons jogos),pra mostrar que existem muitos jogos legais vindos de filmes (não podemos dizer o mesmo de filme vindo de jogos certo??rs)   Nesse caso você pode assistir e jogar que vale a pena.Então suba no ringue , mostre que é um Bad Boy e chame um chefão para a briga,ele vai tremer como um Rato e ter de apelar pra mágia.

Sigam -me no Twitter Cleber Gio

It seems that we love odd pairings in love stories.  We love the good vs. bad or weak vs. strong concept.  Obviously Dmitry is a good guy with bad tendencies, who also happens to rich and corrupt.  However, we have to look closer at his love interest Royal.  Her story is quite complex, offering both a combination of innocence and strength that any woman can grow to admire.

While most of us will never live the Dmitry & Royal love story (hopefully), we all have to accept the good and bad in our partners.  We have to see the potential for good inside of all of their acts and at the same time try to purge those ridiculously negative things from their lives because we often most go down with the ship if they should sink because of them. 

Have any of you ever had a bad romance that you just couldn’t get enough of with a bad boy or a bad girl?  Most women, in some point in their life, have found themselves attracted to the bad boy.  You know what I mean: he drinks too much, but he’s got a killer six pack and he drives a Harley; he has a dangerous job but he sings in the shower and fixes you dinner on his nights off; he has a crazy ex-wife but he listens to you every word and recites poetry.

I know guys who can’t seem to find a good girl.  But a truly bad romance is something different.  TOXIC.  It’s like a constant System of A Down Song that’s on repeat, but you learn to love it because you love the rip. 

One of my next challenges for myself is to flip the script.  I want to understand the insanity of a bad girl.  How many of us are bad girls or have bad girl tendencies.  I need to have a girls’ night out to get the skinny on this one. 

Lady Gaga comes to mind when I think of Dmitry and Royal.  While there are many songs, this one fits the cosmetic makeup of their tangled little web. 

Wir sind fast durch. Heute: Der zweite hauptverantwortliche Kreative meldet sich zu Wort und dazu dürfen die Gewaltmotoren der Truppe, die Wieseckel Bros, die sowohl als Motivatorenals auch für einen ordentlichen Diss immer zu haben sind, ihren Senf geben.

Los geht’s!

Gensch

1. Gensch
2. le scénariste, réalisateur, chef opérateur
3. Durch das frühe Kloppen in jungen Jahren
4. Man kämpft erst schön, wenn man nicht mehr gewinnen will. Und: Larp kann so schön sein
5. Als die Hoffnung kam, dass wir diesen Wahnsinn wirklich schaffen können
6. Keinen Kaffee
7. Es hat funktioniert. Und bei der Größe auch echt gut und das ist bewundernswert. Alles andere wurde schon gesagt.
8. Mehr schicke Kameras, noch mehr in der Action und dass wir uns wieder steigern
9. Die Verschiebung zwischen gefühlter und tatsächlich vergangener Zeit. Ich glaub, ich war mehr als nur ein Wochenende da.

Philipp

1. Ich bin Philipp J. Wieseckel
2. Gedreht zu werden
3. Aus der Familie “sozusagen”
4. Alles
5. Das Catering
6. Das Weltententor
7. Diletantisch
8. Weniger Weltentor
9. Seltsame Kreative / Bemerkenswerter Schwarzer (Chris) / komisch war das ganze Wochenende

Flow

1. der Flow
2. krass abgehn und dropkicken
3. uhhh…das muss vor langer zeit im Gwald gewesen sein
4. “alles auspielen”, wers net checkt hat schon verloren und ist uncool
5. ein schuss reines Heroin
6. einmal gabs Morgens nicht genug Leberwurst für mich
7. unsre “Kreativen” sind Mädchen! Deswegen war alles etwas schwammig, doch zum Glück hatten wir unseren tollen Produzenten Pi und denn überkrassen Technik-Mann Chris Schwarzer
8. mehr Dropkicks
9. Das wohl bemerkenswerteste am Trailer3 waren für mich die ganzen Leute die mitgemacht haben, egal ob Mitarbeiter ausm Weltentor oder die weitgereisten aus Hamburg, Oberammergau und Pfaffenhofen…soviele hässliche Gesichter, einfach nur geil!

Schöner Schlusssatz, dem habe ich nichts mehr hinzuzufügen ^^

Pi

Recently, a female acquaintance of mine asked the above question, and it made me realise that it would help if we males actually had a clue as to what women are looking for in a partner/ boyfriend, because as far as most of us (males) are concerned it’s not very clear;

Maybe a James Bond type figure? No. He has obvious commitment issues.

What about the strong silent type? No. they never want to talk about their feelings.

How about the atypical mobster? Tough, goes to church regularly and loves his mother. Once again probably not the best idea as he’d want you to move in with his mother so he could look after her.

How about someone with a sense of humour. No. They never take anything seriously.

Then what about settling for a fabulously wealthy male? Could be embarrassing when he gets mistaken for your father when you’re out on a date.

OK, what does that leave? I know, how about someone who’s simply caring, sensitive and understanding. Knows how to dress well and behave himself in public. Has a good job, a sense of humour and reasonably intelligent? All in all you just want a man’s man right? Well guess what ladies. The only problem here is that his boyfriend will probably scratch your eyes out.

Zeit ist relativ – also ist heute morgen ^^

Hier die sehnsüchtig erwartete vierte Staffel der Interviews. Mit unseren neuen Freunden, den Gewaltspezialisten aus Schyrenfels. Die uns mit viel gutem Rollenspiel, Motivation und schönem Kampfgeist gezeigt haben was das Gute an einer Hellebarde ist

Moe

1. Moritz Aps, Cutter. d.h. Schnitt+Grafik, hauptsächlich für Internet-Clips.Seit 14 Jahren LARP- & Reenactment-berauscht.

2. Hinhalten^^ – als Hakenspiess wetzender, Frauen dreschender Abreissnummern-Soldat sowohl auf Buchensteinerseite, als auch auf der vom “Weltentor”.

3. Wie der Rest von uns Schyrenfelser-Pack über Errol, “Dr.E”, der durch seine Einladung zu “Grünhäute 3″, die Grundlage für eine allzeit-gewaltbereite Völkerverständigung gelegt hat!

4. Ein entrücktes Lächeln auf das Gesicht des Gegners zu zaubern wenn man sich im vollen lauf von seiner Wuchtwaffe in eine fliegenden Fleischbatzen verwandeln lässt, oder sich nach einer gelungenen Stoßattacke noch ein paar Schritte an seiner Stangenwaffe an ihn heranzieht…

5. Neben einer Vielzahl von kreativ umgesetzten Szenen natürlich die fulminante Tavernenschlägerei mit ungebrannten Tonbechern zum werfen/zerdeppern am Hirn deines Nächsten, inkl. frechem Zwergenwirt. (…die hoffentlich mit schönen Soundeffekten und Klamottenkistenmukke untermalt wird

6. Aus den Unterdrückungsszenen hätte man denke ich noch etwas mehr herausholen können, z.B. ekelerregendes Speichellecken des Bettlers. Aber da es welche der ersten Einstellungen waren kann ich verstehen, dass ihr euch nicht zu lange damit aufhalten wolltet. Ausserdem kommt es bei solchen “Spielszenen” im Vergleich deutlich stärker auf die schauspielerische Leistung an -> Rolle evtl. schon vorher vergeben, um etwas Vorbereitung zu ermöglichen?

7. Rundum sehr gut – dass es bei so vielen Beteiligten ab und zu Leerlauf gibt ist ganz normal. Die eine oder andere Pause war als Gelegenheits-Stuntman dann aber auch nötig.

Einziger wirklicher Kritikpunkt: der ehrgeizig frühe Drehbeginn am Sonntag, nach dem “Tavernengelage” vom Vortag. Dabei meine ich speziell, dass es ja ursprünglich für Alle schon um 7-8 losgehen sollte, obwohl bis Mittag nur ein Teil der Statisten gebraucht wurde. Da hätte eine Einteilung/Absprache am Samstag etwas Unmut verhindern können. Es wurde ja oft genug das gute Vorrankommen gelobt, und da schien dieser Morgenapell ungerechtfertigt.

8. Eine Seeschlacht mit langen Enterhaken und Seilschwungakrobatik. v.a. mehr Blut – habt ihr schon mal über Kompressoreinsatz für übertriebene Fontänen à la “Army of Darkness” nachgedacht?

9. Dass beim Gera’er Treppensturz keine Stufe ausgelassen wurde! Die harte Sau, die.

Jakob

1. Vom fiesen Frauenschläger bis zur unfreiwillig saubersten Wache im Dienst wohl so ziemlich alles, meistens jedoch einfach nur Jakob, aus der Larpgruppe “Schyrenfels”. Ich studiere Brauwesen und Getränketechnologie an der TU München, mittlerweile im 5ten Semester und finanziere mir das ganze über einen Nebenjob in einem Lebensmittellabor.

2. Soldaten-Statist auf beiden Seiten der Fronten, Bauernpöbel und natürlich Vorbildsobjekt in pornöser Gewalt.

3. Ich war schon vor vielen Jahren zusammen mit eurem Errol im berüchtigten Cocritch-Clan! Durch ihn bin ich beim ersten Zusammentreffen von Buchenstein und Schyrenfels auf “Grünhäute 3″ dabei gewesen

4. Wenn irgend ne Pappnase nach “Timefreeze” heult weil er denkt er hätte mich mit seinem Weicheigefuchtel ernsthaft verletzt. Denk dran, es gibt immer einen kritischen Beobachter in deiner Nähe: Dich selbst!

5. Da will sich wohl wer in Komplimenten baden Am besten war das Erlebniss seine eigenen Ideen schnell und unkompliziert Miteinbringen zu können, so wurde jeder Moment was besonderes. (Beeindruckend: Mehrere Kubikmeter Nebel, durchsetzt mit wahnsinnigen Buchensteinern die auf mich zustürmen*duck*)

6. Dass die Hauptverantwortlichen der Weltentor-Orga uns die kalte Schulter (und kalte Schlafplätze) gezeigt hat obwohl der Dreh nur zum besten aller Beteiligten gedient hat. Der Moment als es hieß, dass die letzte Szene im Kasten ist und die Gewalt erstmal hinten angestellt wird..

7. Selbst ein Laie erkennt, dass hier viel Erfahrung zu einer guten Organisation und klaren Richtungen beigetragen haben. Ich war positiv überrascht!

8. Hmmm… noch mal Trailer III, bloß mit mehr Heli-Aufnahmen und einer angeleinten Ziege.

9. Organisation und vernebelten Gewalthaufen hab ich ja schon erwähnt, seltsam war nur, dass die Park-Besucher die Polizei nicht gerufen haben. ^^

Stanz

1. Konstantin Kühn der potenteste Mann am Platz

2. Schön zu sterben und dafür zu sorgen das kein Bier am Ende übrig bleibt.

3. Über den Errol

4. Weh tun muss es.

5. Als mich der Hanno gegen die Wehranlage getreten hat.

6. Das Wetter

7. Gut

8. Mehr Zeit zum drehen.

9. Das Beste war auf jeden Fall die Lösung mit der Endszene die zu einem gemütlichen Abschlussfest wurde.

Vielen Dank für die Interviews. Bis zum nächsten mal bei der allzeit-gewaltbereiten Völkerverständigung (schon diesen Nikolaus ist es soweit)

Pi-Pro

Ivan Medlov - Dmitry's bad little brother

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On to Dmitry’s Closet…
My little sister was quite mischievous when she was little. I would constantly have to get her out of trouble, but it was never anything major and never anything illegal. Too bad Dmitry can’t say the same thing about his little brother (by 3 years) Ivan Medlov.

Ivan is the sleeper that you never see coming. While he is comparable in size to his massive brother, he is quite the yin of their yin-yang operation.

I made his features a reflection of that yin-yang connection. Ivan has dark hair, a 5 o’clock shadow, a different mischevious swagger, wears dark clothes, has hooded dark eyes and allows the worst of words to come out of his mouth. He likes confusion and revels in being able to inflict pain.

Here are some facts without giving away the story about Ivan. (1) he is Vor, (2) he is beautiful, (3) he is a sociopath, (4) he is out for revenge, (5) he is smitten with Royal, (6) he is his brother’s worst nightmare (7) he’s ambitious and (8) he’s money hungry.

Now, I’ve had a few readers to tell me that they actually liked Ivan. They like that he says what he wants and does what he wants. They like that he breaks the rules and doesn’t scare easy. So that brings me to my blog entry for today.Why do women like bad boys? Is it because as good women, the polarization itself if stimulating or is it because we desire something we know isn’t good for us?

Now, I’ve know a few bad boys in my life (and I don’t mean the losers –so you boys can count yourself out). They were really bad but they were on the good side of the law (military, cops, firemen, SSA, etc.). One thing that I have found striking is how similar they are to the bad men on the other side of the law. Both can be smart, cunning, protective, business-minded, charming but only one can be righteous (And that is what made them great guys and good people). That’s why I like bad good boys. There is a difference to me based on social norms and morals and character. Believe it or not, even Dmitry has these qualities.

For you that like bad, bad boys (like Ivan), what draws you to them and adds that special appeal? I’m dying to know.

No wonder Madonna’s wearing a big cross.  She’s a believer and even though she’s walking in front (hey, momma pays the bills), she’s actually a discipile of his Hotness.  He is her Luz and she has faith that he will lead her down the path to redemption.  Or at least, a great night out.

~title taken from Mo Better Blues~

…i remember vividly (at a very young age, i might add) taking notes on the fresh prince of bel-air. it didnt take a genius to see that will smith (or at least, his character-of the same name) had a way with women. not me tho (…well as far as i knew)…i was a short, nerdy, goodie-two-shoes preacher’s kid with a girl’s last name. not exactly the type you saw on television with all the all the goods (and thusly- all the girls), so to me- it made sense to take note of the philly-raised prince. some of his lines i remember clear as day: “..girl i know your feet are tired, cuz you’ve been runnin through my mind ALL day..” i’d rehearse these lines to myself and then deliver them on a school bus to giggling girls -who probably recognized them just the same, but admired my intent. “lines” couldnt change the truth though, i knew nothing more than to be me. and even though that brought along an occasional crush- few of these registered, and all i knew is i wanted desperately to be “cool”.

fast forward to early-middle school and i was rarely without a “girlfriend”. still, you couldnt convince me i had much of a “pull” (i really dont know what it was/is but my self-image has always been so, and even as i’ve settled into my own skin- complements make me uncomfortable..but i suppose we’ll dig into that some other time). my sister, mother, grandmother (etc) teasingly called me “a mack” but i sincerely can’t express to you how far that was from how i felt…(…whatever, whatever…the beat goes on right?..)

8th grade. something happened that slowly developed into a trend. at the end of a church conference, my very first love wrote me a letter. immediately after this conference i would be leaving to stay down south with my family in alabama, and on my last day before the flight, my sweetheart was crying (come to think of it now, this was my first time seing a girl -i liked- cry- and i was visibly shaken).. actually, every “grown person” i knew at the conference was “sniffin me for sex” because EVERYBODY knew we were sweethearts, and here she was crying like i died. (mind you, this is all new to me- as far as i knew, i wasnt shit special). so.. i see her, she gives me her letter, and i’m alabama bound..

(..now the letter..*exhale*)

…i dont remember the letter verbatim, but i’d be lying if i said i didnt know where it was. it was written in red ink, and the only reason i still have it (and admittedly, every “love” letter i’ve ever received) is because i never believed it truly belonged to me…

..even now i feel funny typing about it..it’s weird (see: self-image, unworthiness-feeling..if i told u you’d think i was bullshitting *frown*..)

..so yeah, anyway…pretty much  the letter said that the week we shared together was the “best in her life” (we were pretty young, so im sure she’s enjoyed more since then lol). i was the “sweetest, most kind hearted..”...and so on, and so on…(i dont wanna dwell on that, cuz i dont feel right…giving myself all that..you know..)..anyway, the letter terrified me (dumb as that sounds) and as touched as i was (and as much as i felt for her), i truly couldnt figure out who she’d spent time with. surely not me.. i mean, by then i knew how to “talk” like i was “cool”..and no, i wasnt a dick (thats just not me, or who i wanted to be)..but the compliments in said letter just didnt “fit” me…i dunno..

..so, long story short..that relationship took the road most young relationships do. most of it (a year actually) was spent on the phone, and though we had one date (the mall on valentines, to see “she’s all that” -smh)…i ended the relationship because “i didnt feel the same anymore” (my mother swore it was some other girl, but i just grew tired of phone calls i guess..who cant relate to that right?) to this day we’re pretty cool, and she knows (or should know) more than anybody she stands as one of the sweetest, most loving women i know, and i consider it a blessing from God that my relationship life began with her (not that i imagine an 8th grade romance couldve gone any other way, but i still consider it’s end to be a sign of foolishness on my part- a feeling i’ve expressed to her countless times..much to her confusion i’m sure lol).

…now as the years moved on i was “blessed”(?) to have a girlfriend (or something like it) every following year..

(..i say “blessed” with a question mark, because i honestly dont attribute any of this to my being a smooth character or nothing, and i know now it wasnt the same for everyone…i was lucky i guess…my sister said its cuz i was “pretty”..but if i told you i could see where she drew that from, i’d be lying..i mean, i know better than to call myself ugly now…but back then…anyway..)

..usually the relationships would go the same way: we’d meet, grow close, and at some point she’s declare me almost (if not) “the one”. i never got it, but accepted that they seemed happy, and eventually some frivolous affair would bring our union to a close. sometimes me, sometimes them. but young relationships, being what they are, usually find their way to separation. by this point, admittedly, i was still taking notes on “smooth operators” and ladies-men, however, but with little to any awareness of its affect- because though i could find relationships, i couldnt keep them. so as far as i knew, my notes were faulty…and then came junior year…

junior year was interesting to say the least.  without divulging too much information, i found myself in interesting company: a friend of a friend became more than a friend and alot of things began to change. what we had was sex. in it’s most animal sense.  and though i was far from a virgin, i might as well have been because it was one of those dramatic awakenings you read about in romance novels. as far as i knew/know, for her it was the same, and there was rarely a moment we didn’t stink of teenage heat. and then came what comes with newly awakened youthful bodies… a screeching halt, provided by that of someone else..

..now at this point you couldn’t convince me this wasnt the love to end all loves. nothing in my past ever went quite as i’d desired, and it’s pretty hard to descend into too much petty argument when all you do is have sex. that instantaneous high is enough to make married folks forget their distaste for one another, so in the hands of two “newly mature” teenagers …i mean, all we’d known was stimulation beyond what either of us had as of yet experienced.  it was simply bliss. ..so next thing i know, someone else was in my bed (as dru hill sang), and there was nothing i could do about it.

now while there’s no guarantee that i’d never been cheated on before, i’d never found out (nod to her actually for telling me, cuz i might not have known… whether she knows it or not, i honor her for that, despite all else). i mean, i certainly hadn’t cheated on anyone. i’d ended previous relationships in anticipation of others (nothing i’m proud of), but i definitely hadnt cheated, so my biggest upset was that this person -who claimed to be my friend- couldnt just “cut me off” (though i know now its not that simple for most people). we wrestled with the aftertaste of “two who dont really want to separate” for awhile (longer than whats logical, im sure), but in the end i couldnt figure how i would be able to trust her. meanwhile, unknown to me at the time, i was becoming cold. ice cold? no…but cold enough to walk right into the arms of another woman not unlike the last (her friend to be exact), and not to belittle what we had or shared, but i’m sure you can all guess how that one ended…(i barely allowed it to evolve any other way honestly, so i blame her for nothing- i was begging to be used)..

…so by now, despite my own role in these matters (of which i was hardly aware) all i could gather was this: i was absolutely, 100% willing to lay myself down in the name of love for whoever caught my fancy. every (and i mean every) girl i did involve myself with, usually declared with all sincerity that i was “the man of their dreams” ..yet, it was never enough for either of us to stay happy… and in the two most recent situations- surely not enough to keep them from other men (even those as close as my inner circle, as one situation revealed..but i take all blame for that, i had enough coming back to me by then- unaware or not)..

i didnt get it.

how could i be this great “dream-boyfriend” and yet still come up short? (i mean, i had countless letters that all but sounded identical, but they couldnt be right- cuz all of the authors were long gone). it enraged me, but only below the surface. i never resolved to hate women (i couldnt), but i fell into a deep depression and became obsessed with the idea of never suffering the same fate again. i would be better. too good to give-up. too desirable to dis-respect (ie: cheat on). it would have to be unconscionable to leave me. or at least…if they did it wouldnt hurt anymore… at least not that much..

..i think..(no…i know)..to some degree, i’d hoped to get the last one back. i kept her picture on my dorm room wall (now in alabama) and literally began to plot out graphs examining the curve of all my past relationships. i wanted to discover patterns and (what should’ve been) “signs” [go head and laugh]. i sought books on psychology, behavioral science, body language, handwriting, the history of seduction (all while cutting class, of course smh) and devoured them, not only to arm myself for the future, but also to understand the past. looking back on it now, i think i intended to meet the last one who “wronged” me and make her want me again- moreso than to apply any of this to any new parties. i denied all interested women who came around me (…much to their confusion im sure), but it was mostly because i didnt believe they deserved to get sucked up into my “maddness”. i enjoyed their company, and was still honest enough to tell them what i thought of them when they asked (insert mixed signals), but for at least 2 years i refused to consummate any budding attraction.

..so 2 years becomes 5 years (excuse me as i breeze over details- i do it only to spare you, not because what followed wasn’t important to me)..and though i did resolve to start having sex again ( and you wouldnt have? ), i denied all possibility of committing to another “official” relationship. i did this for two reasons: firstly, i didnt see how it made a difference. i mean those who were unable to commit to me- wouldnt, regardless of our commitment… and my 2 years denying myself (and others) everything, taught me that  women who really wanted to be with me wouldnt go anywhere anyway. also, i was still caught up over my last 2 relationships- and hadnt the slightest idea whether i cared to commit my damn self. though i cared enough not to bring someone into a declaredly “committed” situation, i wasnt too sure i believed in them anymore. for all i knew, i’d cheat on them if i had the chance, so since i knew i couldnt promise it to anyone- i wouldn’t. i wouldnt even let it get that far. so everything was- exactly what it was:

..if you wanted to “roll” with me in this “life” thing? you were welcome.. but i promised you nothing (nor did i internalize your promises). if you were afraid to have sex with me in such an ambivalent environment? fine. if you did want to have sex? even better (believe it or not, i was never the “beat for sex” type- i preferred romance [still do] so i wasnt gonna cry if you werent giving me none, i had bigger fish to fry). as i saw it, we would go on as we would and you would either stay or leave (or i would), but either way we would experience whatever was entitled to us, and go on our merry ways… this lasted for about 3 more years, until i met someone who i saw as “worthy of a chance”. of course, that ended (which leads to where i am now), but before i even got to that point (ie: my last relationship) nothing was off limits to me.. i didnt care if you had a man or not (hell, i was someones boyfriend once[twice] and she didnt care). somehow i believed: if your love for him was true…i couldnt take you from him anyway..

..now mind you, up until this point (still pre-mostrecent-relationship)…i’m acting off of my last two disastrous affairs. and though i intended to meet them again and “settle the score”…it never happened. so now, all i knew was signs and science- and i saw fit to use them where i may…i was armed for warfare, with no war. but again…(even though i thought i knew a great deal)…i was relatively unaware. you couldnt convince me there wasnt a “war” to fight…cuz there was… the war i was fighting was against attacks pre-destined. ie: before you deliver the blow, i’ve already changed stance in anticipation..two steps ahead of ya..

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…so its been months since my last relationship ended (we are speaking present-tense now) and (again, without divulging certain information) events take place which lead me to the realization of what i’ve now become.  before i know it, i’m drawing up “plans to dodge loneliness”- and as i stop to consider the toll, i discover loose ends…all with unexpectant hearts attached to them, en route to being hurt. and while pain is an inevitability in matters of the heart..this time i would most certainly be the inflicter of pain. to everyone. and whats more is: when i stood back…all that i was now entertaining were things i years ago would’ve never even stopped to consider. what was once “detestable” in my sight (things i lamented others had done to me- usury, manipulation, inconsideration) was now worth consideration somehow! ..and how long had it been this way? (i know the effect of this is all muted as i have left out specifics, but whatever…im writing this moreso for me)

whereas i had begun this re-assessment/arrangement of self with means to protect myself from “monsters” (manipulative lovers, cheating hearts), i was now a monster myself, with none to fight. leaving me to prey on unsuspecting victims (should they give me the chance…), even though it was never my original intention… but by now it was an unconscious habit…

…and what of the two in my past who i sought to “even scores” with? if kind attracts kind, then maybe i can no longer declare them thieves (of my heart). was i always playing this game, though i saw myself as innocent? which one of us was the theif anyway? maybe im not as innocent as i thought?… for awhile i would question aloud whether i was the “good guy” or the “bad guy” but- all things considered- only a “bad guy” would see a “taken” someone as fair game…and how many times had i considered taking that which was already taken?

…maybe it wasnt just the need to “right the wrongs” of my past “users”…maybe i envied them… their calmness…their ability to “get one over” on me…i felt weak in their presence (i dont anymore, but did then)…and they, seemed to become stronger in their absence... able to (seemingly) care nothing of my broken heart..

…maybe i never really wanted to “get them back”…maybe i just wanted their power…i wanted to be them…

so it would seem that’s what i became…

..now, i wasnt off just “fucking everything that came my way” (that was never my style)…but how far was i from that? …by this point, more than one woman i’d met (who barely knew me) …identified me (with great assurance) as “a whore”…i knew i wasn’t one (again, i dont stick my dick in every open entrance), and maybe they said this moreso out of fear for what i could get away with… but they didnt just pull it out of thin air…they saw something…

…i’d also hear words like “you’re dangerous” often..and all of this was new to me…

“me? dangerous?!” ..not me…shit, im worried about danger m’damn self… (so worried i have a plan…)

and thats the issue..

Seduction is an addictive game. charm. finesse. tact. skill. heightened awareness… it’s like a chess game. and even though i never intended to steal hearts with it, i now know i can. (shit, maybe i already have…) so, i know i dont want to be to others, what past lovers were to me…but again now i know i can…just because one can doesnt mean one should however…and i know i dont want to..

…but..i’d be lying if i said i couldnt now recognize “entry points”…”points of weakness”…”signs of infatuation”…and so on, and what-have-you… (i dont know how much of this is making sense..)…see i didn’t notice these things before…or rather, i didnt know what to do with them…but i do now…and i’ve used it to effectively keep people, i dont want to leave, around…

(…i feel like im talking in circles…)

…i spoke with a friend recently about this..one who “knows what she knows” for lack of a better phrase (a retired seducer, if you will)…and she says:

“…just keep to yourself…take time to figure yourself out”

and i say..

“…but thats what the 5 years was for..”

“..well, they didnt work…so do it again…”

“…but what happens when girls come around, as they have before, and i know they’ll get caught up, and i know my habits now?…i dont wanna hurt nobody..”

“…so dont do nothing…”

“…but i dont be doin anything!..i just be tryna be a friend!…and next thing i know, im getting pushed up against the wall…and…”

“…just leave it alone…”

“…but ya’ll be beggin for it tho smh..”

“…i know lol…especially when you aint solely after the pussy…but be good tho..dont even tease it…”

“…aint that bout a bitch!…well what the fuck am i supposed to do then?…i aint no athlete!…”

“..lol i dont know..just be good sah …”

(…after this of course, she flirted with me and told me “you know you want me”…smh)

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..so where do i go from here you ask?…well i was wonderin the same damn thing… :-/

…hell, this blog prob dont make no sense no more…let’s just say: i think i found out i’m a bad guy now… but i dont want to be one…but.. i kinda like it tho…i mean well, enough to know…when i’m backed into a corner…

shit..

well, what now then?

oh…that’s right…you dont know either…

damn.

-sah

     Lisa Daily, author of StopGetting Dumped!, relationship columnist, and TV dating expert, gives her take on why girls get wrapped up in the “hearbreak waiting to happen.”

http://www.romantics.net/writers/lisa/badboys.html

     ABC News reporter Audrey Grayson, explores the new research the proves the age-old adage, plus interviews sex and relationship experts on the subject: http://i.abcnews.com/Health/story?id=5197531&page=1.

     Bad Boys are just like fast food and sweets, we know they are bad for us, but sometimes we just can’t resist. New research proves what we’ve suspected all along, that bad boys get the most girls. This column explores that bad boy phenomenon: http://alturl.com/muxd.

With Love,

Anne

It has been a question I have thought of often.  Even when I was in high school the girls went for the tough guys.  Is it in our nature to prefer the alpha male? 

Some of them even would treat us badly but man we sure loved them.

I am not saying they are serial killers or anything.  Just the ones who did a little rebelling or acted tough. 

I see that is true as I get older too.  I find the girls seem to prefer them and some of my girlfriends married the bad boys.  Some have had problems and it ended in divorce but others marriages thrived.

I don’t think women act helpless around them, I just think it is our genetic makeup that draws us to the alpha male.

Well.. I’ll drink to that…

shia