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En fantastisk flashback from the past blev det när jag idag öppnade dörren. Där utanför stog det två leende (så var det väl inte på 70-talet?) fluortanter med den tradtitionella brickan fulladdad med små koppar med vätska i.

Jag närmast ryckte till och utstötte ett:
 ”ÄR DET SANT?”
“Är ni tillbaka?”

Fick ett leende och en “Jo nu är vi här igen”
“SERIÖST?” hör jag mig utstöta (här har jag helt glömt bort att jag faktiskt är lärare).
“Ehh… jo som sagt … nu är vi här igen” svarar hon lite förläget.

Jag skrattar högt och skakar på huvudet. Sen ser jag mig omkring och där står ungdomarna med öppna munnar och strirrar på mig.
“Ja … hmmm … det är ju jättebra. Ge mig en kopp så kör vi!”

Fluortanten är alltså tillbaka.
Vilken sanslös flashback jag fick. Nu blir det att leta fram fiskartröjan och ett par schysta bruna manchesterbrallor så är vi igång. Heliga moder av saker som jag aldrig trodde jag skulle få se igen.

Trist var det att det inte var de färgglada gamla kopparna, utan delikatessen serverades numera i en tråkig transparent kopp. Skall de köra får de i alla fall ta tillbaka färgklickarna i det hela.

Det är det minsta vi kan begära.

This track never gets old! High energy.

Once the rythym gets you, there’s no way out!!!

3 more episodes down (“…And Down”, “Abandoned” & “The Other 48 Days”) and so much to talk about. First we get a Sun & Jin flashback episode centered around Sun losing her wedding ring. While nothing really happened this episode I still thought it was a great episode. No main plot revelations were needed because Sun and Jin carried the episode like it was Sawyer with a gun shot wound. And speaking of speaking of gun shot wounds…I’m sorry Sticks, I think I’ve jinxed your family. One episode after I declared no main characters would die in Season 1 Boone took a nose dive in a tree-parked plane. Incredibly  only 2 episodes following my latest dumb prediction that no main characters from Season 2 will die, you get shot. There is nothing I hate (or love) more than hott on hott girl crime. On the bright side you’ve given Sayid an out and he can now go back to pining over a much more worthy gal.

Now it’s in poor taste to mock Sticks after she was given a semi-tragic death scene and a spectacular flashback episode. First we find out Stick’s dad was the person Jack’s wife killed in the car crash (we even see Jack in the same room). Then I remembered Jack viewed her dad as a lost cause and didn’t even bother to work on him. Next we meet a mother-in-law so mean that we actually feel bad for Sticks. Really? You’re not going to feel even a little bad after taking all her inheritance? Well I hope Sticks gets back at you someday and pretends to get beat by her boyfriends just to con you out of money. Dammit, now I’m even OK with that behavior!  And for a cherry on top Shannon (got to give her some respect) selflessly runs off to chase ghost Walt resulting in her own demise. Stick’s I’ll miss you in a bikini and I’ll miss you because I think given time you could have really redeemed yourself and turned into a productive citizen on magic island.

And now to the meat of it. The Tailgaters!!! The beach scene was AWESOME. The plane looked like an asteroid falling to earth which keeps me wonder how all those people survived the crash. We also get a great parallel between the tailgaters and tribe prime. Great writing to show how the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 continued to live their affluent first class existence. They got all the luggage, they got all the skilled survivors and they even landed on the beach instead of the water. The folks in the back of the bus were literally in the back of the bus. Those second class citizens were awarded beach front property right in the lair of The Others. They got no resources from the plane, no doctor and not enough good people to help them survive. I thought the symbolism of Ana letting gimpy-leg guy die in order to save resources was so striking verses Jack (at the same exact time across the island) spending too many resources to save the doomed US Marshall. Then The Others come and turn the happy to be alive Tailgaters into an untrusting band and cause Mr. Ed to give up speaking for Lent. Very interesting that The Others were able to infiltrate both sides and they are a bit obsessed with kids. NEW PREDICTION: The island is really Michael Jackson’s super secret Neverland 2 ranch(too soon??). If that prediction doesn’t work then I suppose they kidnap the kids so they can retrain them while they are young so someday they can grow and be child kidnappers and killers just like their Other parents. Oh and before I forget, how about the fact that Boone was talking to Bernard when he was in the plane! The monumental events that followed made me totally forget thinking…who the hell is answering the plane radio?? The range can’t be so good, it’d have to be somebody really close…you know like Rose’s white husband (love that they made a half joke about it on the beach). All in all great episodes and I don’t hate Mean Bitch half as much. She is almost a product of her magic island environment…notice I said almost. Jack would have saved gimpy-leg or cried trying…

Next up on Finally Lost…On Day 48 (NUMBER) the two tribes converge and we get to see how Sayid reacts to Mean Bitch killing his girlfriend. I predict he will fix a transceiver and shove it where the sun don’t shine…

p.s. I think it’s very interesting that while Shannon saw ghost Walt the other survivors heard the strange whispering. What is going on there…

Je me souviens de toutes les chansons que j’ai écoutées avec elle et spécifiquement de celle qui jouait dans la voiture lorsque je lui ai annoncé que je l’aimais: “Lie To Me” de Chris Isaak.

Elle ne s’y attendait pas, c’est le moins qu’on puisse dire. Elle, venue passer une après-midi de détente avec son premier ami homosexuel, se retrouvait aux prises avec une confusion totale des sentiments et des sensations, confinée dans un habitacle qui n’était pas le sien, en compagnie d’un garçon qui lui offrait l’irrépressible satisfaction d’être irrésistible. Lui, inconstant, piètre calculateur, roi des faux-semblants et des non-dits se laissant prendre à son propre piège.

Je me rappelle aussi très distinctement de son parfum. Je l’aurais bu à même la bouteille s’il avait pu contenir l’essence de tout son être. J’adorais tant enfouir mon visage au creux de son épaule, sous ses cheveux et m’enivrer de sa fragrance, lui mordiller l’oreille, lui happer les lobes et redescendre à la rencontre de ses lèvres incandescentes, à peine gênés dans notre étreinte par le frein à main ou le levier de vitesses.

C’est à croire que toute notre histoire se résume dans ce véhicule. Après deux semaines, elle m’y larguait, lointaine déjà, à la place du mort. Était-ce la faute de Jeff Buckley? Il chantait pourtant “Hallelujah” ce soir là. Ou était-ce plutôt parce que nous étions arrêtés à un nouvel endroit, dans ce parc qui appartenait à une autre histoire?

J’aurais dû y voir une révélation. Mais je me suis entêté. J’ai du mal gérer mon sevrage, goûter trop tôt à ses mots doux qui ponctuaient mes soirées de petits cris électroniques, qui résonnaient à chaque message reçu. Une semaine seulement et j’ai replongé.

Pour conjurer le sort, j’ai ressorti Chris Isaak, “Nothing’s Changed”, comme pour mieux la tromper du mauvais scénario que je nous avais concocté. La suspension d’incrédulité s’avère parfois trop efficace.

Elle a voulu venir chez moi, elle voulait savoir. Je me suis livré, j’ai crevé l’abcès mais l’infection était déjà bien installée. J’ai cru la consommer mais elle m’a consumé, des mois durant, à souffler le chaud et le froid, à entretenir la braise avant de la laisser s’étioler sans chaleur aucune pour apaiser mes blessures.

C’est pourtant dans la fournaise, à Rhodes, que c’est achevée l’épopée. Pour une dernière fois, elle s’est abandonnée, peut-être avec en tête l’espoir d’une dernière étincelle. Dans ma tête il y avait juste Marilyn Manson qui chantait “Coma White”. Je l’ai baisée mécaniquement, brutalement comme pour définitivement briser les fondations de notre histoire moribonde, puis je me suis écroulé, las, sans un souffle de vie et ainsi, je l’ai libérée. Moi, ça m’a pris des mois pour ressusciter, pour tirer des conclusions à défaut d’un trait.

Récemment, je me suis rendu compte que j’écoute en boucle les Manic Street Preachers. C’était le CD qui s’enclenchait invariablement dans le chargeur lorsque nous faisions de la route pour rentrer chez elle. Je n’ai jamais eu le courage de le changer depuis. J’aurais dû prêter davantage d’attention à cet album, il est vraiment excellent. Bon sang, j’adore cette chanson, la septième, écoute! “Hold me she said, Love me to death, I am the girl who wanted to be God“.

P.S. : Un peu de patience, ces titres figureront bientôt sur ce blog dans une playlist complète.

He says so himself in this [highly-entertaining] interview. It’s 9 minutes long, but fascinating! Especially for someone who grew up in a Pentecostal home. Excellent reader comments, too.

I think I should also get a private plane – I “wear out” too when I fly commercial!! Tee-hee!

via J-Walk

Parte 6 – Trampando

by Matt

Seguimos com o nosso diário de Flashback.

Trampo 3: CY-B021, cadê você, meu filho?

Um ciborg perigoso está à solta na cidade, ninguem sabe por ele anda mas a maquina do trampo te dá uma foto do cidadão. O negócio é mostrar a foto para o carinha que TIRA FOTOS, não é? Ele fica lá na Europa, na tela onde tem uma máquina de tirar fotos instantâneas. Corri até lá e mostrei a foto para ele, ele me disse que o carinha poderia estar no Café.

Tranquilo. Chegando no Café (em America) o carinha do balcão me manda cair fora, mas tem um sujeito novo sentado na última cadeira, ele me informou que CY-B021 tem um amigo na polícia, e que posso encontrar ele na entrada da Área Restrita Número 1. Fui lá e dei de cara com um daqueles policiais super armados, mas ele não me atacaou. Ao invés disso, me informou que CY-B021 quer fazer um acordo e está me aguardando atrás da Cafeteria.

Chegando no Café, o carinha que me informou sumiu. Saco a arma e já entro rolando na tela à esquerda, mandando bala no mutante que está me aguardando do lado de fora. O safado que me enganou implora para viver, e me informa que o policial que encontrei antes tem a chave para a entrada que me levará ao ciborgue. Hora de voltar à entrada da Área Restrita 1. Dessa vez, o mesmo policial me ataca. Detono ele sem dó e cato a chave no chão. Hora de voltar para os fundos do Café.

Beleza total, usei a chave para liberar o elevador atras do Café e desci para encarar o tal ciborgue. Hora de salvar a parada e enfrentar o tal bicho.

Surpresa! O ciborgue não está sozinho. A melhor forma de vencê-lo é encostar em alguma parede e atirar sem parar, dessa forma você não será surpreendido por trás e vencerá sem problemas. Próximo!

Trampo 4: Emergência no Gerador!

Eis o trampo mais chatinho de vencer. Nessa missão, recebi um chip que deve ser instalado no computador central do gerador da cidade, tudo isso deve ser feito em uma corrida de 90 segundos. O tempo começa a ser contado quando você teletransporta para o ambiente vermelhão onde fica o computador, o teletransporte está bem ali embaixo dos terminais dos trampos, o mesmo de onde você sai quando termina um trabalho.

Vou tentar fazer um “walkthrough” de como completar essa parte sem maiores dificuldades, o segredo é um bom timing.

• Suba e inicie uma corrida para a direita, corra a segunda tela toda e, entrando na terceira tela, prepare-se para saltar bem na ponta.
• Se deu certo, você aterrisou no meio dos dois raios verdes, apenas salte mais uma vez e você já está na próxima plataforma. Corra como louco para a direita.
• Na próxima tela, corra até o fim onde tem uma alavanca, puxe-a e a porta no chão vai se abrir, caia e siga para a esquerda, sempre correndo como um ladrão, prepare-se para rolar.
• Entrando na proxima tela, uma faísca verde sai da parede, mais ou menos no meio da tela, durante a corrida, coloque para baixo e Conrad vai rolar, passando sem problema pela descarga elétrica. Siga correndo mas sem segurar o direcional.
• Correndo sem segurar o direcional, vai fazer Conrad saltar precisamente na proxima plataforma alta, na tela seguinte. Suba e salte o fosso a seguir, role por baixo da falha na parede e continue desembestado para a esquerda.
• Logo na proxima tela, um esbarrão na parede e um elevador para descer. FAÇA ISSO, desça.
• Descendo, desça no outro elevador e siga para a direita. Siga correndo e salte bem na ponta, no limite, dessa forma Conrad agarra a outra parede e você já pode subir e seguir a vida.
• Corra para a direita mas NÃO segure o direcional, daí – você sabe – Conrad salta e segura na plataforma alta na tela seguinte. Suba na plataforma para ativar o sensor que traz para cima o elevador, simplesmente IGNORE a pedra que está no lado direito, ela não serev para nada, só para fazer você perder tempo.
• Desça e selecione o Terminal Card no seu inventário, chegando no gerador, encontre o TERMINAL C e aperte B. Prontinho, você será teleportado de volta à sala dos trampos. Salve.

Continua…

La première fois que j’ai voulu coucher avec un mec, j’avais vingt et un ans. Enfin, je dis “voulu” mais je devrais dire, la première fois que j’ai consciemment saisi l’occasion de passer à l’action.

C’était un soir de Noël, figure-toi. J’étais encore à l’université, et bien que pendant cette période je revenais habituellement chez mes parents, je leur avais dit que je passerais le réveillon avec des amis de fac restés en ville. Tu parles, je m’étais surtout fait inviter par un gars que j’avais rencontré sur le web juste quelques semaines auparavant.

Je ne l’avais encore jamais rencontré de visu et tu peux t’imaginer le stress qui montait gentiment. Il avait trente ans passés, ni beau ni moche, mais il semblait incroyablement patient envers le jeune effarouché que j’étais à l’époque et aussi très attentionné. Je pense qu’il était surtout attentionné envers mon cul, mais soit, passons.

Donc, il m’invite à passer le réveillon chez lui, cuisine des petits plats qui je dois dire étaient excellents, un vrai chef je me rappelle, et bien entendu calme mon anxiété à renforts de champagne et de vin pour l’occasion. A la fin du repas, j’étais pas mal chaud déjà, et évidemment il n’a pas manqué de tenter sa chance.

On s’est rapidement retrouvé dans son lit et je t’avoue que j’adorais ça, sentir son corps nu contre le mien, la chaleur de ses bras autour de mes épaules, sa queue qui tressaillait contre mes fesses. J’avais envie de le goûter, je l’ai pris en bouche et j’ai tout de suite adoré ça. J’étais d’ailleurs surpris du goût vraiment agréable qu’il avait. Je l’ai mangé en entier, je voulais le rendre fou et j’ai eu droit au meilleur des compliments.

J’étais tellement excité que quand je me suis retourné pour lui offrir mon cul, je me suis mis à paniquer. Ouais, à paniquer comme un con, la grosse crise d’anxiété, la tachycardie, le cœur qui donne l’impression d’exploser. Ça n’a pas pris une minute que j’étais déjà hors du lit, à chercher mon souffle, à poil sur la terrasse de l’appart en plein décembre pour trouver de l’oxygène. T’imagines le tableau? Inutile de te dire que ça nous a complètement coupé les effets à tous les deux. Je n’avais rien bien sûr. J’ai juste eu un coup de stress aussi ridicule que gigantesque.

Pendant longtemps, par la suite, j’ai fui au moment opportun, de peur que cela se reproduise. J’avais peur en réalité de comprendre que j’étais gay. Je veux dire, peur d’en être convaincu, d’apprendre qu’il n’y avait pas de chemin de retour, que j’allais aimer ça et en redemander. Une putain de peur de ne plus être conforme et qui m’a fait manquer ces nombreux rendez-vous avec moi-même.

Finalement, je me suis conformé, comme un bon élève. Ce même putain de bon élève que j’avais été en primaire. J’ai couché avec des femmes plutôt, avec leur cul surtout car leur sexe ne m’intéressait pas vraiment, me dégoutait même par moment.

Et nous voilà dix ans plus tard, un bisexuel théorique, un homosexuel négligé, un hétéro par défaut et toi, que j’aime comme un con depuis ces dix dernières années. Et je pense qu’il est vraiment temps qu’on baise.

So yes I know I have been ghost like casper on the updates and whatnot. Guess what, I’ve been busy. Yes it’s true but I am back on this Thanksgiving break.

Feeling good feeling great how are you?

Flashback of the day..

K.Mills

Looking back in time can give us clues on things that were overlooked or neglected.  However, looking back in time is tough when there are no facilities to do so.

Imagine a scenario where you’re an escalations manager.  The bugs database records all information about incidents and records its intermittent states.

Having the transactional information, as a manager you wanted a root cause analysis done.  This process involves going back in time and finding out how much time was spent in each phase of an escalation process.

However, this posses a challenge when such a trace back mechanism does not exist in the system.  However, most systems will have audit trail recorded somewhere, which can be used to build a time travel to the past.

To fill this gap, a prototype from SAP Business Objects Innovation centre, Dublin can be used.  The tool is handy in scenario where you do not have a mechanism to go back in time, but want to use audit trail to look back.

You can find out more about this from our web-site – http://www.sdn.sap.com/irj/boc/innovation-center?rid=/webcontent/uuid/f00641ea-8ab2-2c10-d092-b9472eef434c

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            A short story today.  It’s another injury story, because people getting hurt can be funny!

            A PA I was working with in Big Bear got hit by a car.

            On the day he was hit by a car we were stuck in the worst blizzard Big Bear had seen in seven years trying to dig out the grip trucks so we could start our first day of shooting.  We were already over five hours behind, which meant we were already starting to go over budget.  At some point something had broke, and at numerous points people had nearly been injured.  An event like someone getting hit by a car was bound to happen and, frankly, not the worst thing that happened that day.

            Still, getting hit by a car isn’t a great experience.

            He and I had been doing the same job since 7am in the morning; running back and forth helping whoever we could.  I was getting fifty dollars a day (it was yet another Lloyd movie) to run through the snow in jeans to try and get a generator on a trailer out of a snow ditch and was seriously debating on asking for a raise.  We might all have had frost bite, who knows.  By 1pm in the afternoon I was soaked, cold, and tired and yet was still running back and forth across a parking lot trying to dig cars out of snow drifts and bring people warm coffee.

            Anyone who lives in snow knows how tough getting cars out of the snow and ice can be, especially if the car has been stuck there for a long period of time.  Basically, even after clearing away the snow, the car can still be stuck because snow underneath the it has frozen over, fusing the car into the ground.  This means that when the car tries to move its tires spin uselessly while nothing happens.  The main way to solve this problem is with brute force; a few people shove the car as hard as they can while the tires continue to spin.  Eventually the car wins and comes free.  Sometimes this action is especially violent, with the car popping free and flying whatever direction the wheels are spinning until the driver stomps on the breaks.  This is always unexpected.

            The PA was running through the frozen over parking lot when a jeep did just that.

            There was a pop, a revving sound, and the jeep flew backward and rammed right into the PA that just happened to be running behind it at that very moment.  The back of the jeep is tall and flat, meaning instead of falling under or over the car the PA was simply hit head on.  The Driver immediately jammed on the breaks as this happened.  The resulting collision caused the PA to fly back over ten feet and tumble end over end on the ground as the car screeched to a halt.

            The Driver got out of the car at the same time the PA lifted himself off the ground.  “Are you okay?!” the Driver asked, clearly worried for the PA’s health.  The PA, in the meantime, was feeling over his body and shaking out his arm which had taken most the blow.  He finally brushed himself off with a groan and looked around the parking lot.

            “I don’t have time for this!” The PA said.  Then he ran back to the hotel, his original destination.

            The Driver was very confused.

            I later learned a few more things.  The PA had thought he was more important moving and helping the crew than wondering about his arm.  His job was important, and therefore since he could still run his job took precedence.  He seemed fine, and therefore didn’t want to worry about it, especially since the car was undamaged.  He did his job to the letter before sitting down and examining his body for any actual injuries.  His arm, he found out, was bruised up badly and sore but otherwise fine.  The rest of his body had some bruises and scrapes but was otherwise unharmed.  With all the chaos happening that day, he had come away relatively unharmed.  He was lucky and he knew it.  Much much worse could have happened.

            He got a free beer that night for marching on after being hit by a damn car, and then went on with his life with a cool story to tell.

Not wanting to wait too long to find out what happened to the survivors of Oceanic flight 815, I popped season 2 in and immediately finished the first CD (ending with the great ‘Everyone Hates Hurley’). Most shows get better in their 2nd season because the writers get a chance to learn what worked and what didn’t work during season 1 so I was interested in seeing how different Season 2 would be. The writers seemed to have found a new technique to drive their fans nuts…perspective cliff hangers. Let’s leave our fans hanging on the Jack/Desmond/Locke gun scene for almost 2 episodes because we want to show it from everyone’s perspective. Great idea, very frustrating to wait. Plus how cool was it when you find out Desmond’s supposedly harmless gun shot almost hits Kate.

Now onto the big things. Ohhh the hatch. Finally. After so much waiting. And it was worth it. An enormous bunker, with tons of supplies and best of all a computer from the 80s that prevents the island/world from being destroyed. Prediction1: Doc Brown invented the computer from used pinball machine parts.Prediction2: letting the 108 minute counter go down to zero will NOT destroy the earth nor the island. Balls to the wall. As an agnostic I’m going with the man of science over the man of faith (even if it seems like all the man of science does is cry) however, like Jack I would have entered code, cause you never know. And in part 15 of the infinite part series “I don’t believe in coincidences”, Jack had already met Desmond following the unsuccessful surgery on his future wife. This is followed by her immediately regaining the ability to walk again. I have no idea what it all means but there is something going on. I also hope we get to learn more about this Dharma group and the CEO behind it. In the Chris Tucker “follow the rich white guy” school of law enforcement, he’s the prime candidate for #1 bad guy.

Now when we last left our friends on the raft not much was going on except Sawyer got shot, Jin & Walt were kidnapped and the raft was blown to bits like it was the Prof holding dynamite (got to use that nickname somehow). Sawyer is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters while I continue to loathe Michael. Hey Mike, remember that time Sawyer got a bullet in his shoulder because he was trying to rescue your son and then he saved your life and gave you CPR? How do you want to repay him? Um I’m not so sure yelling at him and saying it was all his fault because he told you to fire the flare is the proper response but to each his own. So after a shark attack and a lucky current the crew finds Jin (a character I like more and more every episode) and is taken out by a Clarke Duncan look alike. Cut to the crew captured and then…of all the pit prisons in all the islands in the world, she walks into mine…Welcome back lady from row 42, I do believe a victory speech is in order. I got another one right!! I’d like to thank the academy and the writers for making it so obvious that you were going to come into play. Same goes for Bernard. Welcome Bernard, we’ve heard so much about you and I had no idea you’d be white! Can I just say that Ana Lucia is a mean bitch. You survived a plane crash which was a billion to 1 shot, try to perk up a bit. And what kind of shoddy tribe are you running here where most of the 23 (NUMBER) survivors died? When the two tribes merge you’d better hope you get immunity or else your ass is getting voted off. I loved the shot of Michael, Jin and Sawyer looking uncomfortable around the tattered tribe while their leadership argues. Despite his reluctance and other flaws this was a great vindication of Crying Man’s (Jack) leadership. It really made you appreciate how well he’s kept tribe prime together.

Now it wouldn’t be a respectable post if I didn’t comment on “Everyone Hates Hurley”. Great idea to put the fat guy whose life was changed by winning the lottery in charge of the food. I also love that he asked Rose to help him, the show has a great cast of characters and I like when we get to see new pairings interact. Hurley’s idea of having an island thanks-regularfood-day was classic Hurley. Shout out to Kyle from Road Trip. “No you don’t get it, because it’s YOUR dog…”

Finally due to the fact that I couldn’t wait to start season 2 I didn’t do a prediction blog. I was asked to give a top 5 list of predictions for season 2 and in the spirit of the numbers I’ll list 4 (Mean bitch and Bernard coming back would have been my 5th).
- The island will not blow up if they don’t enter the numbers into the computer
- The electromagnetic force on the island is what ripped apart the plane and caused it (and all the other boats/planes) to crash there
-  Charlie falls off the wagon and feasts at the all you can eat virgin mary heroin buffet bar
-  None of the main characters from season 1 die (Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Sayid, Charlie, Locke, Hurley, Sun, Jin, Prego, Sticks, Michael, Walt).

Next up on Finally Lost…mama said not to hit a girl but Sawyer might have to slap around Mean Bitch

Alright, Alright…let’s get this thing rolling.  #63.  I love that number.

Jump (for My Love) – Pointer Sisters

“Jump (for My Love)” was the opening track (and third single) of the Pointer Sisters’ 1983 album, Break Out.

Released prior to the 1984 Summer Olympics games, the song’s video featured footage of athletes competing in track and field events. The song was the second of four Billboard Hot 100 top 10 singles in a row for the sisters in 1984; it peaked at #3 in July. It also appeared on Billboard’s Adult Contemporary chart and reached the Top 10 in the UK, peaking at number six.

The original title given to the song simply was “Jump.” The title was modified to “Jump (for My Love)” prior to its release to avoid confusion with the Van Halen song Jump, which was released earlier the same year.

The song netted the group a Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal in 1985.

In 2003, this recording was used in the movie Love Actually.

Do That To Me One More Time – Captain & Tennille

“Do That to Me One More Time” is a song performed by American pop duo Captain & Tennille. It was their second chart-topping hit in the U.S., following “Love Will Keep Us Together” from 1975. The song was included on the duo’s 1979 album, Make Your Move. The song was written by Toni Tennille.

After a decline in popularity from the height of their success in the mid-1970s, the Captain and Tennille signed with Casablanca Records under the guidance of Neil Bogart. “Do That to Me One More Time” was a comeback for the duo, but they failed to achieve further success on Casablanca and their contract was not renewed. Vocalist and songwriter Toni Tennille played the song for Bogart at her house with husband Daryl Dragon in Pacific Palisades, California on an electric piano. Bogart reacted enthusiastically, saying: “That’s a smash! There’s no doubt in my mind that’s going to be your first single.”

“Do That to Me One More Time” became Captain & Tennille’s second and final number-one hit when it reached the pinnacle of the Billboard Hot 100 chart the week ending February 16, 1980. The song had logged four consecutive weeks in the runner-up position on this chart behind Michael Jackson’s hit “Rock with You” before ascending to the top of the chart. The song also achieved some crossover success on the Billboard adult contemporary and R&B charts. It was their highest-charting hit on the UK Singles Chart, where it reached #7 in March 1980. The duo also recorded a version of the song in Spanish.

Harden My Heart – Quarterflash

“Harden My Heart” is the most popular single by the rock group Quarterflash, off their Quarterflash album, released in 1981.

The song was originally released as a single in early 1980 by Seafood Mama, Quarterflash’s predecessor band. It featured more sparse instrumentation but a more dramatic vocal arrangement than the hit version and was a regional success on radio stations in Portland, Oregon.

After changing their name, Quarterflash released their self-titled debut album in 1981 which contained the new version of “Harden My Heart”. This version was released as the album’s first single. In January of 1982, it reached #3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and #1 on the Billboard Top Tracks chart. The song also reached the Top 20 in Germany and in France, though it stalled below the Top 40 in the United Kingdom. It was the group’s only Top 10 single on the Hot 100, although their follow-up single off the album, “Find Another Fool”, and their 1983 hit “Take Me to Heart” both entered the Top 20. This song is included in the game Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories, in the radio station Emotion 98.3.

Let’s Hear It For The Boy – Deniece Williams

“Let’s Hear It For The Boy” was the second number-one song for both Deniece Williams and the soundtrack to the feature film Footloose. It climbed to number one on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 in 1984, as well as number one on the dance and R&B charts, and peaked at number two on the UK singles chart. It was certified Platinum by the RIAA and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Song.

The Australian group Young Divas covered the song on their debut album in 2006. The 2008 soundtrack of the hit Nickelodeon show iCarly features this version of the song.

It is a pivotal song in the US Queer as Folk continuum. This version is performed by Katty B and is a theme song for the character Justin Taylor.

The Mexican Latin Pop singer Byanka has sung by the 1985 song title “Escucho al Muchacho” and composed by “José T. Martinez”.

Um flashback remasterizado de Madonna! Aproveite e baixe “Like A Virgin”.

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I so wish I was 21 in the early and mid 90’s…clubbing to this had to be a blast!

Reminds me of my childhood.

Dokfa Nai Meuman  (2000) (aka Mysterious Object At Noon)
Apichatpong Weerasethakul
Thai

“Now, do you have any other stories to tell us? It can be real or fiction.”
 

Thai filmmaker Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s maiden feature Mysterious Object at Noon (2000) is an instant success. Loosely based on the game Exquisite Corpse, originally conceived by the surrealists, wherein the participants of the game take turns to advance a storyline, Weerasethakul’s film shows us the director and his crew traveling throughout rural and urban Thailand, picking people at random, presenting them with an audio tape that contains the narrative of a story as told by its previous bearers and asking them to further the tale in whatever way they like. The “story” in the film begins with a physically challenged kid, taught at home by a visiting teacher, who notices a strange, round object roll down from his teacher’s skirt one day, which later transforms into a mystic boy with superpowers! Wait till you see what this already bizarre setup mutates into. The “characters”, who narrate the story, almost run the gamut and include a sober tuna fish seller who, she believes, has been “sold” to her uncle, a talky old lady whose cheerfulness seems to conceal a tragedy, a gang of timid teenage mahouts who seem straight out of a Jarmusch movie, a troupe of exuberant traveling players, each of whom would have a quirk or two if probed, a bunch of TV show participants, two deaf and mute girls who seem to be the most excited of the lot and a bevy of primary school kids whose imagination would, literally, leave one speechless.

The original Thai title of the film, apparently, translates to “Heavenly Flower in Devils’ Hands”, evidently, calling attention to the film itself. It is undeniably true that what starts as a beautiful emotional drama is unfortunately mutilated and metamorphosed into a tale of fantasy, then, mystery, horror and romance. But, surely, this “heavenly flower” is not of much interest compared to the devils which hold it. Mysterious Object at Noon is, perhaps, closest in style and intent to Abbas Kiarostami’s Homework (1989), in which the director brings down a whole nation sitting in a stuffy room with a bunch of first graders (Actually, Weerasethakul’s whole body of work tempts one to equate him to Kiarostami, especially given his penchant for cars and roads!). Here, as in Homework, the initial objective of the filmmaker, eventually, turns out to be one big MacGuffin. The ultimate point of the movies is not to investigate whether the kids complete their homework promptly or if the story streamlines into a smooth narrative ready for Hollywood, but to draw out a portrait of a society derived from these first hand accounts. Weerasethakul’s movie may be a joke derived out of a simple afternoon game, but what it does, in effect, is to draw the cultural landscape of a country, not by taking a didactic top-down approach but by examining the most basic fears, desires, anxieties and interests of common folk who form its social structure.

Essentially, Mysterious Object at Noon examines the function and power of stories as cultural artifacts and explores how stories preserve and reflect the spirit of the age they originate in, much like every art form – major and minor. Additionally, Weerasethakul’s film acknowledges the tendency of these stories to undergo transformation through the years as they pass from one social class, age group, ethnicity and way of life to the other. These stories may get corrupt along the way, may absorb elements from real life and even end up losing their original meaning, but, in any case, they serve to perpetuate culture and build links between generations (One kid in the final segment recites a story about an uncle who recites to his nephew a story about an uncle and a nephew. Presumably, this story was told to him by his uncle). These stories may be passed on in the form of books, paintings, photographs, modern recording media (a la audio tapes, which are used in this film to record the story) and word-of-mouth, as Weerasethakul’s film indicates by turning on and off sounds, images and texts in an incoherent fashion. But, whatever the form, each version of these stories carries an imprint of the narrator’s sensibility and world view. With some effort, from each story, one should be able to reconstruct the realities of the world the narrator lives in and vice versa. Like the image of the railway tracks, which are parallel but seem to be converging at infinity, that punctuates the film, these stories, although appearing to be all over the place on the surface, have one point of convergence – they all help out in sketching the collective consciousness and the collective unconscious of a particular culture at a given point in time.

Moreover, by actually making a film out of the concocted story, Weerasethakul concludes that cinema, too, is one such medium that could well function as a sociological document and which the posterity can use to understand their own history from very many perspectives. By merely filming in black and white, Weerasethakul takes his film one step away from reality and makes it seem like an antiquated object that is being preserved for a long time. And like these stories that shape-shift with time, Weerasethakul, call it a running gag, makes certain folk tales and myths repeat themselves across his filmography, albeit in different avatars – another one of his many similarities to Kiarostami. The humourous father-daughter duo, who talk to the doctor about the old man’s hearing problem, reincarnate in the director’s next movie Blissfully Yours (2002). The story about the two greedy farmers and the young monk, which makes an appearance in the hypnotic Tropical Malady (2004), resurfaces with a more violent outcome in Syndromes and a Century (2006). And the tale about the shape-shifting “Witch Tiger” that the young boy begins to narrate at the end of Mysterious Object at Noon forms the entire second half of Tropical Malady, needless to say, in a completely transformed tone. For a writer-director who has consistently soaked his films in the themes of permanence of history and mythology, recycling of human memories and behaviour and the existence of a common binding spirit across generations, this gesture just can’t be considered as a mere prank.

Mysterious Object at Noon consistently reinforces and reminds of Weerasethakul’s preoccupation with juxtaposition of cultural extremes. Often in the director’s films, aptly highlighted by the “traveling shots” filmed from the car’s front and rear windows, we find ourselves wondering whether we are going forward in time or backwards. The very first shot of this film presents us everything that would become the director’s trademark in the following years. This single four minute point of view shot from inside a car presents us a host of extremes placed alongside each other. The car starts out on a broad highway, amidst tall buildings of the city, and takes a serpentine route to gradually arrive at a sparse and quieter suburban locale. The vehicle is that of an incense and tuna fish seller. He is broadcasting an advertisement using loudspeakers attached to the car, endorsing his brand of incense sticks, citing its virtues, and asking people to use only this brand while worshiping Buddha. This blatant lie on the soundtrack counterpoints the truth of the photographic image, which is also much more banal and undramatic compared to the fictional stories we hear on the car radio. Furthermore, by using an advertisement marked by scientific terminologies and latest capitalistic strategies to endorse a product used in a religious ritual, Weerasethakul brings total modernity and total antiquity – the future and the past – together to provide a broad outline of a country in transition (Tokens of American influence on contemporary Thai culture are abound in Weerasethakul’s films). Later, the director goes on to further explore the volatile boundary between reality and fiction and the object-mirror image relationship that they share with each other – using both the film within the film and its making-of. As it turns out in Panahi’s The Mirror (1997), reality deviates as significantly from fiction as it resembles it (The mystic kid seems, in actuality, far from being mystical and is more interested in KFC and comics).

Weerasethakul prefers to be called a conceptual artist rather than a film director (He cites Andy Warhol as a major inspiration). This tendency of his is most manifest in Mysterious Object at Noon, wherein he is content is merely triggering a chain of events and persevering to see what evolves. There is no manipulation of the mise en scène, the plasticity of the image is never harnessed and the camera is employed at a purely functional level. Weerasethakul does not even polish the gathered fragments and simply joins them, leaving all the interpretation to us. Shot in digital, cinéma vérité style, using handheld, and no with predetermined script, Mysterious Object at Noon oozes with documentary realism. Like he does in most of his films, Weerasethakul keeps exposing the tools of his trade in an attempt to disillusion us from the belief of watching an alternate reality and to reinforce the fact that this movie indeed takes place in our world. At one point in the film, the director himself enters the frame to adjust the lighting for the film within the film he is shooting. As a result, he lets us see both the creation and the creator – the image and the process behind its construction – much like he does with his script and its authors in Mysterious Object at Noon. However, Weerasethakul’s self-reflexive moves do not end here.

The film’s title should, appropriately, be cleaved into “Mysterious Object” and “At Noon”. Weerasethakul, after presenting us the major part of film dealing with the “mysterious object”, adds an epilogue titled “At Noon” shot in the director’s hometown of Panyi, whose quiet nighttime images we are already acquainted with thanks to the director’s earlier film Thirdworld (1998). This one is a completely freewheeling, heavenly segment in which we witness a group of boys playing soccer in the afternoon, kicking the ball into a nearby pond and taking a bath in the process of retrieving it. This is followed by vignettes of people having lunch and a bunch of younger kids, before being called by their mother for lunch, tying an empty tin can to a dog’s neck and watching the poor animal go berserk due to the noise the can produces. They say that the essence of life lies in boredom. Likewise, Weerasethakul seems to be of the opinion that the most interesting things in life arise out of these dead times in the afternoon (one needs to just look at the director’s next film for proof). And like these kids who seem conjure up fascinating things from the most commonplace of objects, Weerasethakul, too, realizes a movie completely out of the “dead time” of his characters’ lives, creating something magical that only cinema could have brought to life. In a way, Mysterious Object at Noon is an elegy for the stretches of time we’ve lost in planning ahead, the times we’ve cast off in the pursuit of “higher” goals and the dead times we’ve killed in order to move into lifeless ones.

Also published at Unspoken Cinema

‘04 Topps Retired Signature Edition was a real hit or miss product.  Boxes only contained 5 packs with an uncirculated autograph within each pack.  I only opened one pack and pulled a Rollie Fingers auto while I was eating lunch at Burger King.  Some of the bigger autographs you could pull include Hank Aaron, Willie Mays, and Ernie Banks.  If you were really lucky you could pull one of the dual autographs limited to only 25 copies.  If your looking for a quick thrill without the worry of pulling some no name rookie, ‘04 Topps Retired SE might be right for you.  Boxes can still be found for between $150.00 – $200.00.  I’ve always liked the way the black refractors look.

4/5 — Fun with flashbacks.

Midori no Hibi
Episode 10: “Distance of the Hearts”
This is our mandatory flashback episode, where Midori’s childhood friend, Kota-kun, is introduced.

The episode starts with Kota have a dream where Midori is sleeping beauty, and the prince who can wake her up is Sawamura. Then we move right along to a group date at a karaoke bar, where Sawamura and friends are in attendance, along with a disguised Ayase. Miya (Sawamura’s disciple and protege from the earlier episodes) acts as a pretty damn good wingman, trying to give Sawamura the opportunity to kiss Ayase (remember, miss prim and proper who loves Seiji now). Ayase uppercuts Sawamura at the last second and runs away. Sawamura of course has no idea it was her, and the ensuing awkwardness at school the next day goes completely overlooked. Later, Kota confronts Sawamura and asks him to go to Midori’s house with him to try and wake Midori, but given the fiasco last time he visited, Sawamura declines. Midori proceeds to have flashbacks to her shyness at school, and how she could never express her feelings and envied those who could. The flashbacks are kinda cute but still fall a bit short of the series standard. Still, the opening of the episode is hilarious, and the ending of the episode is character building. We didn’t really need the character building given context of other things that have occurred throughout the series, but anime does tend to have this bad habit of rehashing. However, the rehashing isn’t absurdly overdone, so as to feel taxing and completely unwarranted, and the episode is funny and heartfelt overall. Good stuff.

WOW what a season 1 finale. As you know Before starting I knew just about nothing about LOST (save they eventually get off the island, numbers are important and the island maybe a government or alien creation) so there were quite a few things I did not see coming. Everyone got a flashback (which was awesome). Frenchy pulled a rope-a-dope and kidnapped devil baby (Erin!) in order to swap for her 16 yr old son. The Others were really after Walt and it looks like they have a motorboat (why are they still on the island then!). Jack gives Sawyer a gun and Sawyer tells Jack about his encounter with Jack’s father (it’s like the writers read my last post). Hurley saw the numbers on the hatch. The Prof blew himself up with dynamite in a wicked cool scene (I’m sorry that the Prof died, esp since I’ve taken the trouble to give him a cool nickname). The invisible-dino is really a defense system which appears to be mechanical. Jin and Sun reconcile. Sticks shows heart, Charlie finds the heroin, the US marshal put the toy airplane in the safety deposit box, Jack is no longer married, Sayid uses gun powder to fix Charlie and the list goes on and on…

As I said before I really loved how this episode gave everyone flashbacks. They really made you feel how how much the characters have changed in the last month. The theme of the flashbacks seemed to be how the main survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 almost didn’t get on the plane but fate stepped in and assured they were. Interestingly enough we had our survivors sitting in rows 23,16,42, etc. And who is that hott chick that was hitting on Jack who just happened to be sitting in row 42 (last row in the plane). Would they bring her up and make her sit in that row if she wasn’t important? Could she be alive on the island and hanging out with Rose’s hubby??

All in all I am loving LOST right now. Season 1 had a tight the story and everything felt connected and purposeful. They probably gave us enough answers in the finale but I would have had trouble waiting between seasons to find out what happened to the folks on the boat and what’s in the goddamn hatch!! I think the next thing I need to explore is…what is the island??..because like Sawyer said, it’s too big to not have been discovered.

Next up on Finally Lost, I’m really wondering how they will bridge the time gap between seasons. So far only roughly a month has gone by. Will we pick up hours, weeks or months later? How the hell are Michael, Jin and Sawyer going to survive being 15 miles out with no boat? Will we EVER find out what’s in that damn hatch. Are the survivors going to start figuring out how they are all connected? Is hott girl #42 going to come back?

2 more episodes down and still NO idea what’s in the damn hatch! I only have the 2 part season finale left and there are still so many unanswered questions however this time we were given a few morsels of answers. Mystery 1 solved: John Locke knock out Sayid and destroyed his equipment. I KNEW it! Wait let’s go back to the record…”Locke is very suspicious because he does too good of a job convincing Sayid it was Sawyer (even though the audience knows it wasn’t) and I’m not sure he wants to be rescued from what he dubbed “magic island” because unlike at home he has a role and is respected. That being said, I’m going to pin it on a yet to met character.” Good reasoning but went with unknown character who turned out to be Ethan. I’ll give myself half a point for reasoning, for narrowing it down to 2 good guesses and for identifying that there was someone already on the island that was going to cause them problems. Fair?

And we got some answers about Kate in her flashback. Kate did kill the man she loved and predictably it wasn’t at her hands although clearly it was her fault (BITCH that’s why no one’s voting for you on my poll!). We found out the significance of the plane!! Now that I know it, am I really expected to believe Kate would risk everything by breaking into a bank to get a toy plane? How did it get in that safety deposit box anyway? We still don’t know what Kate’s original crime was to set the law after her but maybe in her next flashback. I’d also love to know what she did to her mom to piss her off so much. PREDICTION: Kate was molested by her step-dad and ended up killing him by accident. That seems to fit and still keeps her hands relatively clean…

Before I get to Sticks I need to say something to the on the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815: can you PLEASE tell each other more about yourselves! In honor of Walt telling his dad that he burned the raft I have my list of top info that would be really useful if shared:
- Hurley’s numbers (then maybe they’ll notice they’re on the hatch)
- Hurley’s numbers (it’s f’n important!)
- The fact that Locke can now walk
- Whatever the hell Locke knows about the island
- Prego’s psychic setup
-  The story of Jack’s father and Sawyer (this isn’t really important but it would be really nice for Jack and maybe him and Sawyer could then be bff’s)
- Am I missing anything???

One last thing about Walt. I’m starting to think he really does have some sort of super power. He touches Locke and then has a bad feeling about the hatch. In the past there was him always rolling the correct dice against Hurley and that bird showed up at his house when his parent’s weren’t listening to him. His step-dad DID call him the luckiest man alive…

And finally Sticks. What the hell were you thinking girl Locke’s the bet shot you got!? And how the hell did you know about the secret guns and that Jack had the key? Something was very odd about the shooting scene. I kept replaying it and it looked like she shot Locke in the stomach. Can anyone confirm? Is the island trying to protect Locke? Why did he get the use of his legs back again? Did it have something to do with the Hatch? I don’t think I like Sticks very much but Sayid is the man. His flashback was a great story and it made his scene with Frenchy more significant when he talked about giving up on finding his love. I really don’t see why he likes Stick’s other than she is pretty hott. But I guess on a deserted island that’s probably enough…

Next up on Finally Lost I get to see the Season Finale of Lost Season 1!! I’m predicting 4 answers and 2342 more questions. By the way today is the last day to vote for your favorite character, so please vote and I will do a write up on the winner.

“I’m coming round and now my vision is so clear
If I could change my state of mind then I would disappear
The love I get from you is something I can’t chance
And I could let you slip away without a second glance“

Oh hai, Calvin! You’re back! Third time’s the charm, eh? Your new record Ready For The Weekend has been playing at Chez Billy for quite a spell now and I must commend you on this most solid choice of a third single. Continuing in the arena electro you’ve been on, Flashback does not deviate from that path one iota. One part kitchen-sink drama and two parts non-stop fist-pumping action and all fire. It’s hard to say which track is my personal favourite from the record but it’s safe to say that so far you’re coming up aces in what songs are being tapped for mass consumption and I do believe the masses are consuming! By the way, I better see some free tix coming my way when you come back to New York. These glowing words of praise don’t come cheap, ya know?

Your pal, Billy!

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“Flashback” by Calvin Harris, taken from the Ultra release, “Ready For The Weekend”

sori ok.tiba-tiba rasa mok klaka sarawak lam blog dikpon.

migha mok:

1.jadi rajin sampei sik tentu arah. lol.
2.makan coklet
3.hargai masa & sik buang masa suka2 ati.
4.jadi hamba Allah yg solehah.
5.jadi kakak SC yang cuba yang terbaik walopon bkn yg terbaik.
6.syg semua orang di sekeliling migha.
7.buat semua org yang migha syg gembira.
8.pecaya pd diri sndiri.
9.buat makeover pd diri sndiri dari semua aspek(studies,semangat,kesehatan…etc…etc…sik payah tauk la..)
10.terus mencari cinta hakiki.
11.berik makan pusak agik sbb it reminds me of my cats in miri.
12.migha mok namakan pusak ya heechul (nama korea juak dipilih..ceh..ceh..)
13.bangun esok dengan semangat mok study and lempar laptop supaya migha sik pk sehabuk pon pasal laptop & internet dan dunia laghanya (eh sik,bukan lempar,exaggerating lalu)
14.pegi gym and senam senam senam!
15.pakei organizer migha yang baruk dibalut.
16.jadi manusia sama tapi bersemangat and azam baru.
17.belajar dari kesilapan lampau
18.berenti menaip.. dah melalut sampei ke siney la entah.adeh2.

pewit:migha ada new organizer!baruk balut.dah rasmi boleh diguna pakai oleh migha mulai hari ini..

vocab bahasa sarawak
mok -nak
sik-tak
tauk-tahu
agik -lagi
siney – mane
klaka-cakap
dikpon-diri sndiri

pewitpewit: malam tok tiba-tiba rasa mok share one of my favvvvv song from my favvvv singer.lagu zaman sekolah menengah. maseh ingat gik migha and alai sukaaa lalu ngan natali imbruglia. siap nyanyi lam klas. ok.please iboh contohi. itu la migha….rindu zaman sekolah & geng2 skolah.=) oh oh.mun sik pun nak,selalu dudok depan radio dengar lagu tok .again,iboh contohi. heh. please iboh expect migha tok perfect.=) thanks.

it’s a game that i can’t play..
not today.

pewit-yg-terakhir: 5 years later,this song means something more than back then.HAH.

Happy Friday All! How is everyone’s Friday going? Most likely wonderfully because it IS Friiiiiiidaaaaay after all and most likely payday! With that said, I will gladly set up an account for donations for all this internet DJing I do for y’all if you want, . Today’s blog features Case, Lost Boyz, Oaktown 357, Tony Terry and Warren G. Song of the day though in my opinion, goes to Oaktown 357. That beat, the rhymes, the dances, the style had me LOL and made me think, what the h*ll were they thinking?? Lol. I won’t knock it though, thats what was hot back then. And just watching the Warren G video has me realizing that Nate Dogg was the West Coast version of T-Pain back in the day. Minus the Autotune, top hat and Big A$$ Chain of course, lol. Enjoy today’s songs, vote, suggest, comment and have a blessed weekend.

*Exits outta the firescape*

Case – Touch Me, Tease Me (1996)

Lost Boyz – Jeeps, Lex Coupes, Bimaz & Benz (1995)

Oaktown 3-5-7 – Yeah Yeah Yeah (1989)

Tony Terry – With You (1990)

Warren G – Regulate (1994)