Ayer  o antier no recuerdo cuando, estaba un amigo platicando con una de sus amigas sobre nosequéchingados  por que yo estaba muy concentrado escuchando mi IPOD después empesaron con algo de un problema que tenía ella y pues me pidieron mi opinión, hay va más  o menos el problema de la chica (como no recuerdo los nombres de los involucrados usare nombres de  emm…pokemons) :

 Resulta de a charmander (la del problema)  está saliendo con bulbasaur que es uno de sus mejores amigos pero solo lo hacen para darle celos a pikachu que es la ex novia de bulbasaur… Bulbasaur le dijo a charmander que si le ayudaba a darle celos a su ex, lo que pasa es que ya se  están haciendo más cercanos (con eso me refiero a que ya se besan en sus labios y se agarran de sus manos)… así que charmander no sabe qué hacer si seguir con bulbasaur como para novios o solo la está utilizando… yo digo que:

 Awebo que nada más te está usando… si él quiere dar celos a su ex es porque todavía siente algo por ella….  De ahí surgió la discusión y el por qué del post: existe la amistad  de  mejores amigos entre hombre y mujer?.. Yo digo que NO… ósea déjame y te explico: según yo no puede existir una amistad por completo por que siempre va haber esta “tensión sexual”  cuando la chava esta chida o te gusta sino existe eso no aplica es mas esa si es mejor amiga; porque apoco no cuando te llevas bien chingon con tu “mejor amiga (o)”   conoce todos tus  secretos, gustos, que te molesta, que te  gusta, te hace reír y en eso pasa por tu  mente:… que tal si hubiera algo mas entre nosotros  algo más  que una simple amistad, si fuéramos novios…mientras se despiden tu miras su escote o no sé que  se fijen las mujeres en los  hombres (o algo así por que acuérdate que es de tu agrado).por que hay que aceptarlo todos somos superficiales y si te haces amigo de alguien al inicio fue por que habia una atraccion, necesariamente no tiene que ser alguien completamente  atractivo pero si no se siente nada de atraccion no buscamos amistad y dos personas que son “amigos” que eventualmente etaran solas entraran los deseos y la opotunidad asi que no hay amistad etre hombre y mujer por que siempre (la mayor parte de las veces) hay un tipo de tension sexual porque la razon se hiciron amigos desde el principio es por que habia una traccion. me explico?

La verdad a mi si me ha pasado eso varias veces, no es por presumir  porque no me considero alguien guapo es mas estoy bien feo no sé por qué me pasa eso… pero muchas de mis amigas las conozco y nos llevamos con madre pasa algo de “tensión sexual” después la pregunta esa  de QUE TAL SI TU y YO…. Y ahí es cuando se  acaba la amistad, bueno no se termina del todo pero si nos distanciamos un poco… me imagino que has pasado por eso alguna vez con una amiga si eres hombre o lesbiana o amigo si eres chica o gay Creo que al involucrar sentimientos más profundos  por alguna de las partes la amistad se quiebra un poco y ya no es lo mismo (pero super chido si los dos quieren pero de hay pasan de amigos  a novios y eso es tra cosa, por eso la  verdadera amistad existe entre personas del mismo sexo  o que tu mejor amiga (o) esté bien feo (a). Por eso como dijo un sabio.. amigos ni mis aguacates y eso que están siempre  juntos (supongo que para las chicas serian melones).    cancion mega chingona de PULP megusta mucho eso de que maneja dos tiempos al inicio lenta y al final bien rapida y ni se diga de la letra llena de cliches.mega culerisimo cunado te dicen mejor quedamoscomo amigos.

dricker cola light. my dream is fullfilled. hehe. saknas bara lite andra saker också. nä. men fan har träffat eveline ikväll. de va nice. hehe. drack hennes hembrygda vin och sånt. mysigt då vi precis satt upp julbelysning!

Self explanatory. Ugh. Bitterness ensues.

Five Songs For Boy-Based Fuck-Ups

1. Do You Remember The First Time? – Pulp: We’ve all been there. You fancy someone, but they’re practically married. This song shows what happens when you act on it. How you can be mad about someone but completely hate them all at once for what they’re doing to you. The lines ‘Well at least there’s someone there that you can talk to/And you never have to face up to the night on your own!’ always makes me want to break down, because the desperation in Jarvis Cocker’s voice just sums it all up; that it’s shit being someone’s sloppy seconds.

2. You Could Have Both – The Long Blondes: I love the way the perspectives are all over the place in this song. You get the man, his poor henpecked girlfriend and the femme fatale all putting their opinions into the mix. I especially love the spoken bit of the song, which sounds like the kind of argument that would turn into something with at least a 15 Certificate. Anyway, all about men fucking girls over, having their cake, and eating it.. Lovely. I especially like the line ‘And who was it who sang “I know you can love one/So why can’t you love two”?’.

3. Gray Or Blue – Jaymay: God, this song is so sad. My best friend Lara and I went to watch Cherry Ghost nearly 3 years ago, and Jaymay was supporting. We’d never heard this song before, and when she sang it, we had to leave the room afterwards because we’d actually broken down in tears. Here are the words- very simple, but throat-lump inducing (for me, anyway):

‘I feel so helpless now
My guitar is not around
And I’m struggling with the xylophone
To make these feelings sound
And I’m remembering you singing
And bringin’ you to life
It’s raining out the window
And today it looks like night

You haven’t written to me in a week
I’m wondering why that is
Are you too nervous to be lovers
Friendship’s ruined with just one kiss?
I watched you very closely, I saw you look away
Your eyes are either gray or blue
I’m never close enough to say

But your sweatshirt says it all
With the hood over your face
I can’t keep starin’ at your mouth
Without wonderin’ how it tastes
I’m with another boy
(He’s asleep, I’m wide awake )
And he tried to win my heart
But it’s taken
(Time…)

I know the shape of your hands
Because I watch ‘em when you talk
And I know the shape of your body
‘Cause I watch it when you walk
And I want to know it all
But I’m giving you the lead
So go on, go on and take it
Don’t fake it, shake it

(Crazy eyes have you
Are they gray or blue?
I won’t make the move
You must make the move
If you make the move
I will then approve
If you do not move
We will surely lose…)

Don’t second-guess your feelings
You were right from the start
And I notice she’s your lover
But she’s nowhere near your heart
This city is for strangers
Like the sky is for the stars
But I think it’s very dangerous
If we do not take what’s ours

And I’m winning you with words
Because I have no other way
I’d love to look into your face
Without your eyes turning away
Last night I watched you sing
Because a person has to try
And I walked home in the rain
Because a person cannot lie… ‘

4. Shiver- Coldplay: It’s apparently not very cool to like Coldplay anymore, but I still think their first and second albums are two of the best I’ve heard. Chris Martin just has an amazing way with words on them. This song is one of my favourites- I adore the way the guitar noises sound like they’re swooping around the vocals, which are just beautiful in a Jeff Buckley-style way. It’s so sweetly about infatuation that Martin sounds a bit like he’s pleading, and it makes me wish someone would be like that about me when I’m like that about them.

5. Skinny Love – Bon Iver: Bon Iver’s album, ‘For Emma, Forever Ago’ was written after a particularly messy break-up, and is full of stories of heartache and loss. ‘Skinny Love’ is my favourite, because it’s a perfect lament to the end of a relationship. Especially when it isn’t your choice. The whole tone of it is just very, very sad, like whenever anything finishes, and the way that Justin Vernon is promising to ‘always be with’ the girl in question just gets me completely. Beautiful.

Bedtime, I think.

jag behöver cola. så enkelt är det. fan jag är beroende tror jag. fast skitsamma. det är nice. men ja. vad ska man mer säga då. jag har sjukt tråkigt. ska lägga upp alla bilder nu sen innan när jag hade tråkigare. men ja. har städat och duschat och allt. känner mig som en ny person fan. hehe. bara colan som fattas. damn!

shit vaknade precis. allt är väldigt stökigt på mitt rum och det känns som om det kommer ta 5 timmar att städa. men fan. måste göra det. sen ska jag ta en lång härlig dusch. sen typ sova lite till, eller så gör jag det nu. får se

va i studion med några från bredda igår. typ satt och somnade tills nån satte på ett fett beat som min bror hade gjort. alla var i extas och lyssnade på det. det va nice!

ska bo hos min pappa i svedala ett tag nu tror jag. får se hur det blir, vill iaf va i huset så länge som möjligt!

Ho appena finito di leggere Rock Trip di Kevin Sampson (titolo originale Powder), storia di una fantomatica band di Liverpool, i Grams, dal successo dirompente quanto effimero. Non è un capolavoro, anzi, ma la storia è coinvolgente, soprattutto nella parte iniziale, quella dell’ascesa, il declino è trattato in modo un po’ frettoloso.
Comunque, è un libro intriso di britpop, pubblicato nel 1999, quando il britpop, almeno per quanto riguarda la sua ondata originale, era già morto. Ho amato gran parte di quel movimento, da buon beatlesiano mi piaceva cogliere le citazioni, gli omaggi. Mi sono appassionato alla sfida Blur/Oasis e, allora con un po’ di dubbi dovuti forse all’età e alle chitarre rumorose degli Oasis, ora più convintamente tenevo per i Blur, più creativi, più Ray Davies, più tutto.
Questa cassettina da weekend è dedicata al britpop, non sono i miei dieci pezzi preferiti, non sono i dieci pezzi migliori, non sono dieci pezzi dei dieci artisti più rappresentativi del movimento. Sono dieci pezzi che mi piacciono e per questo vanno presi. Ma anche no. Buon weekend.

Beautiful ones – Suede

Country house – Blur

Live forever – Oasis

Common people – Pulp

This is the one – Stone Roses

What do I do now? – Sleeper

Bittersweet Symphony – Verve

Come back to what you know – Embrace

Connection – Elastica

The day we caught the train  – Ocean Colour Scene

Der erste große Erfolg für den exzentrischen Jarvis Cocker und seine Jungs. Danach ging es steil bergauf mit der Karriere und zahlreiche Hits folgten. Für viele (auch für mich) sind sie die Wegbereiter des BritPop, lange vor Blur und ganz lange vor den völlig überschätzten Oasis.

Quick intro: So we’ve done 100 years of fashion at uni, and now on Monday 3oth November 2009 we have to dress up. We’ve all been given a decade- and as you may have guessed from the title- I’ve been given the 90s. (For the record I’m going grunge) Was hoping of the 70s but oh well, here goes; I hope I do it justice.

 First let’s get the ego part out my system; the best thing about the 90s was me being born in the middle of 1990. I know being a 90s child I should like it, but I don’t. I look back on photos and wonder what on earth I was thinking.

The best fashion moments from this decade are hard to pick and I only have to choose three. It was all about minimising and looking back. There where so many different trends, it really was the start of being an individual. I managed to pick three though and those are: Grunge, Brit Pop and Punk. It’s my blog therefore I can choose what to write on, you may think about hip-hop, the start of sports wear as fashion and all those other things, but I don’t. I shudder at the memory of jelly shoes and a union jack dress and I still feel track suits should be for the gym and that showing off your stomach for your holidays.

Grunge was really a less political version of punk. Charity shop buys was the way forward. Like punk it was a lifestyle not just a fashion and I think that is what draws me to all three. You’re not just making fashion choices, your making a lifestyle statement. The effortless, comfortable feel makes this one of the best things about the 90s. Mixing a floral dress with a men’s baggy checked flannel shirt, add Converse on the bottom and you where dressed. Music came along and joined with bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam. Who needed the hype of the Take That and dare I say it, the Spice Girls?

Brit-pop or a cheaper Mod you make the decision. Like grunge this had a music scene. Bands like Oasis, Blur and Pulp bought Brit-pop to the mainstream. If you look at photos of Mod’s then look at a photo of Brit-pop don’t you see something similar? Smart straight leg jeans, short jackets, baby t’s and a pair of Chelsea boots. Seriously if you add the scooter and a parker you’d get a Mod. Looking back and changing it to fit the current time really get’s proven here.

Skip to the late 90s and we start to see punk emerging. Admittedly not 70s punk, there was nothing political about it. It was just youths dying and spiking their hair, adorning themselves with body piercings, band t-shirts and black jeans. Both sexes would wear black make-up, bringing back the ‘goth’ look.  Compare this to today’s fashion and I think we call it emo.

(I’d add pictures but I don’t know how, I’m not that good yet lol)

ibland kan jag tycka att dreads är dösnyggt på tjejer. fan tänk er långt hår med tunna dreads i?

Bara för att det är en helt störd idé (och för att jag inte har nåt mer inspirerat att skriva om) så tänkte jag lista några av mina favoriter bland fiktiva band. Band från filmer, tv-serier och sånt. Först ut är The Weird Sisters (“Systrarna Spök” i den svenska översättningen om jag minns rätt) från Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Jarvis Cocker på sång och med medlemmar från bland annat Pulp och Radiohead, dock med en, milt uttryckt, annorlunda stil. Kanske inte riktigt vad man förväntar sig att se i en Harry Potter-film, men kul! Låten heter Do the Hippogriff.

(Originally published in PULP)

It’s easy to turn a deaf ear to all the talk about “the economy,” at least until it hits you where it counts. Sure, we all notice when we have to pay more at the pump, or our health insurance costs jump for the 10th year in a row, but these are mere inconveniences compared to what some folks are dealing with.

I’ve been fortunate to work from home as a contract consultant to nonprofits for the past five-plus years. It allows me the flexible schedule I need to help out with the church, spend quality time with our kids and pursue my writing on the side. I’ve often carried more work during that time than we needed to get by, but my reasoning was that the work wouldn’t last forever.

Man, was I right.

This past summer, I lost all of my contracts in short succession. All of them said basically the same thing: it’s not about your work. We just have to cut back, and contractors are the first to go. Some were freaked out about city-county funding being cut, while others saw writing on the wall with their program-related contracts. One employer offered to keep me on part-time, provided that I move back to Texas to take the work.

Though things aren’t fully recovered for us, I’m grateful that a combination of side projects and a new part-time job with a graduate school in Tulsa have helped us keep the bills paid. We’ve undergone some fairly significant lifestyle adjustments, swallowed our pride and accepted help from family, and we have a plan to carry us at least through the holidays.

This whole experience, though, has caused me to reflect on a couple of things. First, though I’m not a fan of accepting help from anyone, it’s a blessing to have it available when we needed it. We realize that, no matter what happens, we’ll only fall so far. We won’t end up out on the street, and our kids will hardly know the difference.

I also am grateful to have a network of friends and professionals who have helped me dig up work from places I would have never found it by myself; I’m also thankful to have the opportunity to call people in positions of power and means to discuss ideas for employment.

Sure, I get work on my own merits, and I certainly wouldn’t keep it if I couldn’t perform. But this series of networks and safety nets is, without a doubt, the very definition of privilege. We Americans are fond of the idea that everyone, given a solid work ethic and enough ambition, can achieve anything. While there may be some anecdotal evidence to support this, it’s certainly a myth to suggest that this means that opportunity is an equally-distributed commodity.

It’s easy as a person of faith to fall back on guilt, and to assume that the “right” thing to do is deny myself those privileges that skew things in my favor. But, on reflection, I think the more just thing to do is both to recognize that privilege, and then to employ it to help raise others up whenever possible.

This may include giving what I can to charity, or returning the favor to those with less of a support system than I have. It might even be as simple as listening to others’ stories of hardship with a little more empathy and compassion. Most important, perhaps, is not to give myself too much credit for my own successes – or at least a minimalization of failures – and instead focus on gratitude.

The scaling back of our budget also has caused me to reflect on the difference between prosperity and abundance. Over the last three decades, organized religion has fallen over and again into the lucrative trap of preaching prosperity. All you have to do is turn on the television nearly any time of day, and you’re sure to find some preacher explaining to you why it is that Jesus wants you to be rich.

Funny, but I don’t recall Jesus or any of his followers racking up the bling. In fact, there’s more than one account of Jesus telling wealthy people that their prosperity could well be the stumbling block between them and a well-developed faith practice.

Jesus did, however, speak of abundance. Because of our consumer-centered worldview, we like to think that this is synonymous with “wealth.” But abundance is relatively independent of the physical world, and rather is a state of being. It is about believing that we have enough, here and now, rather than becoming willing slaves of want.

It’s ironic that having less has made me more grateful for what I do have. But sometimes it takes having the opportunity to stop and reflect forced upon you to gain a healthier perspective.

I go to bed at night with the peace of mind knowing there’s food on the shelves for breakfast, and that the heat will still be on when we wake up. I offer a quiet word of gratitude for the abundance in our lives, even in the face of slightly less material prosperity. I wonder what opportunities tomorrow may bring to pass that privilege and abundance along, and if I’ll have the compassion to act as I should.

Prosperity is often the perfect antidote to help us forget our hardship. Abundance, however, reminds us that there will be enough, especially if we’re willing to let a little bit go for someone else.

Wouter wie? Wouter Hamel. Dat te hard proberende ‘jazz’-zangertje. Ik kan er niet warm of koud van worden. Het is nepjazz. Jazz met een randje, waar Frank Sinatra zijn schouders bij zou ophalen. Het is pseudojazz (die stroming hadden we nog niet geloof ik), voor mensen die hip en retro willen doen, maar daar duidelijk niet in slagen. Jazz voor grachtengordelkiddos die denken dat ze cultureel verantwoord bezig zijn als ze deze muziek opzetten op een houseparty. Ingestudeerde conservatoriumjazz met geveinsde spontaniteit. Het is de paradoxale stress van ‘ben ik wel casual genoeg?’ en ‘zit mijn haar wel per ongeluk genoeg?’. Het is, kortom, P-U-L-P!

Wat kan ik er verder over zeggen? U raadt het al: nada. Ach, zolang ze in Azië maar tam blijven klappen is Wouter allang tevreden. Exit!

fan vad man önskar innerligt att man såg ut så. fuck allt fucking fuck mat. eller ja, har en ny filosofi. ska bara äta när jag får det jag är riktigt sugen på. annars kan man lika gärna strunta i det. som tex igår/idag. igår åt jag bara smulpaj. kom på vid 1 tiden hemma hos andreas att jag inte hade ätit. skitsamma tänkte jag. som var sugen på laxpastasallad. hehe. sen idag klockan 9. fortfarande inte ätit någonting. trots den långa natten, 4 filmer. ville ha macdonalds, skulle först gå upp till lägenheten. lägger mig i soffan och tänker fuck no. somnar. vaknar nu och äter lite blueberrypie. nice. fast det va inte så gott som jag hade föreställt mig.

teori 1: jag gör sådär, går kanske ner i vikt, går kanske upp, kanske tränar. teori 2: soppa. vem fan blir fetare av soppa? ska äta campells tomatsoppa till varje mål. frukost får jag kanske ta en smoothie eller nåt. tränar några gånger i veckan. teori 3: skiter i allt blir asfet. fastnar i en stol och kan inte göra nåt resten av mitt liv.

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kom på att jag nog faktiskt vid minst ett tillfälle skrikit “TACK FÖR INGENTING” åt min mamma. och smällt igen dörrn. herregud vad ovärdigt en har betett sig i sin ungdoms dagar. minns även att jag gjorde ett rop på hjälp med alvedon. obs! detta var innan google.

okej dessa är mina alternativ:
1. åka tillbaks till ön och ruttna i depression och självömkan.
2. åka tillbaks till ön och försöka att inte ruttna i depression och självömkan. mycket oklart hur detta ska gå till.
3. lifta till europa för att aldrig komma tillbaka. med aldrig menas tills pengarna tar slut och problem med csn har som alla vet inte lett någon närmare nirvana.
4. ta swebus till berlin, sova på någons soffa och hoppas att jag hinner finna mig själv och meningen med livet för att komma tillbaka lagom till julpysslet i matan.

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ännu en sömnlös natt. rätt nice ändå. älskar att va hemma ensam när alla är på jobbet eller nåt. de la gött. jeje. var mysigt hos cornelia igår. glömde köpa nåt att äta förräns på hemvägen- så min middag blev falafel och cola light vid 23.00. de e nice.

idag hade jag tänkt att plugga till historiaprovet. är antagligen frisk tills på torsdag och såklart vill jag scorea mvg. vad ska jag mer göra? inte någonting. jo jag ska mysa med min älskade hund för de sista dagarna. molly har fått cancer och vi måste låta henne somna in. så idag kommer hon hem i några dagar. fan kommer inte kunna låta henne gå. underbara molly är världens sötaste hund och världens gosigaste. kommer sakna henne

Segnaliamo la recensione apparsa oggi su Il Mattino di Padova, La Tribuna di Treviso e La Nuova di Venezia-Mestre, di Sugarpulp, l’audiolibro pulp/noir pubblicato da Good Mood Edizioni nella collana Libri in Auto.

I had the privilege of attending the recent games day at the Dragon’s Refuge in Peotone, IL. This hobby shop sponsors a day long event every other month that includes miniatures, card games, a silent auction and a raffle. My friend Rich ran a Sword and the Flame variant set in the Belgian Congo involving a rescue column trying to link up with Belgian Askari at a native fort, then push on to rescue an archaeological team that had run afoul of the natives.

My column, replete with ammunition bearers, is ambushed by the natives.

The game was fun, although the Belgians did not fare well against the pesky native ambushes. The terrain was quite impressive, including a scratch-built earth/log jungle fort.

The Askari sally forth from the fort, only to find death in the jungle.

All-in-all, everyone had a good time.

ja vad ska man skriva här då. jag ska över till cornelia nu, ska först köpa nåt snabbt att äta, har bara ätit några bitar godis idag kom jag på. och cola ligh ska jag också köpa! mums. ja får se hur det blir med alltihopa nu då. jag vet inte varför jag skrev så

jag tror jag är sjuk. eller kanske bara biverkningar har ju glömt mina tabletter ett tag. somnade 15.00 ungefär och har sedan dess drömt den mest hemska drömmen i hela mitt liv. kändes som om (från andras erfarenheter) jag tagit syra och drömmen var verklig. sjukt läskigt.

exempel: när jag skulle skriva sms så blev det små träd och planeter som kom framför ögonen (typ 30 cm räckvidd och kollade lite upp) för var knapp jag tryckte på istället för bokstäver på skärmen.

exempel 2: vi va i en skum “lägenhet” med 3 små konstiga stökiga rum och jag låg där och kunde inte röra mig. kändes som om jag var grymt packad. sen stack alla och lämnade mig i den stökiga sängen. helt plötsligt kommer mannen som bor i lägenheten med en sjukt stor tiger och säger “hej hanna, när ni gick in – då gick ni den vägen va?”. lätt en av mina sjukaste drömmar kommer aldrig glömma var sjukt rädd.

Paradox Entertainment is presently working on a reboot of the 1997 film Kull The Conqueror according to Fantasy.fr

Kull The Conqueror was directed by John Nicolella and Kevin Sorbo played the title role.

Kull first appeared in Weird Tales magazine in 1929 from creator Robert Ervin Howard. Howard also used Kull as a template for when he created the character of Conan.

A native of Atlantis, Kull came of age with his family in Tiger Valley until a flood wiped out his clan out. He is brought up by another clan, “but he stands up for a woman destined to burn alive and ends up banned from Atlantis. He sails for the continent and take up the mercenary way. He’ll become king, just as Conan will do thousands of years later. Under his influence, Valusia ends up as the most powerful kingdom of the time.”

We have already got a Soloman Kane film heading our way, Conan is getting rebooted and now Kull. Definitely a good time for Robert E Howard fans.

Who would you like to see play Kull – an unknown or an established actor?

The Master was thoroughly entertained by this Charlie’s Angels rip off, that is much better than the original in all respects. Goofy effects (often unintended, but that’s what 30 years having floated by will do for you) are offset by the grim, gritty atmosphere. The 70s yellow plastic visors on the space helmets of the robbers during a jewelry heist dressed as security guards don’t look so funny anymore after they start killing people almost indiscriminately.

Although essentially an attempt to piggyback on the success of Charlie’s Angels (that woefully overestimated, bland, gutless and predictable series, so sayeth the Master), Deadly Angels brings everything that the original couldn’t or wouldn’t. That being fights where people actually die, fights in which both parties get hurt, situations that get out of hand and breasts that get out of blouses. Yes, boys and girls, this is an (s)exploitation movie, albeit a very mild one, with nothing that would dull the senses or outrage the average viewer. As such, it is one of the earliest girls-with-guns flicks. And a very enjoyable one.

Three female agents (one from Hong Kong, one from Japan and one from South Korea, but all with Chinese names…) go undercover in a night club (yes, they were being set up by the scenario writer to show some flesh) to stop the nefarious activities of a diamond smuggling gang who are in the decidedly uneconomic habit of fatally slashing up the pretty young women that courier the merchandise around for them. The diamonds, btw, are hidden in the girls’ brassieres.

What our three female agents (and it hardly needs to be said very beautiful) lack in strategy, patience and investigative technique, they make more than up for with their enthusiasm, fighting skills and grit. Hence the pandemonium that quickly ensues, with our heroines being hit, shot at, sexually assaulted and having their clothes ripped from their bodies. But they always dole out more than they have to take. These women are for real. Far from being the smart-ass, koala-cuddly cuties of Charlie’s Angels, the three actresses (Chin Lan Chen, Nancy Yen and Dana/Tsen Shu-Yi) that star in this South-Korean/Hong Kong coproduction can actually pull a punch, kick an ass and expertly use cool weapons: a mini-crossbow, a belt buckle that turns into a modern-day mace and a high-heeled pump that also doubles as a catapult.

Fighting their way to the evil gang leader, they have to get past some pretty nasty characters, among whom bald actor Lee Hoi Sang 李海生. But this they do and the final fight is more than entertaining. Here are just a few memorable scenes.

1. When one of the diamond smuggling beauties arrives in Seoul, she goes to her hotel by cab. She is taking a shower when the telephone rings. She walks out of the bathroom with a towel that is too small ‘wrapped’ around her. Lying down seductively on the bed, she answers the phone, repeating ‘hello’ three times, each time with a more vacant and laboriously wrought look of not understanding on her pretty face. Priceless. The scene turns ugly when the knife-wielding chief bad guy pays her a visit and get so excited seeing her change clothes, he kills her with a three-bladed knife in a scene that resembles an orgiastic sex scene more than anything. Proving Freud right that a knife can function as a substitute penis penetrating the body (mmmh, the Master wonders, what about a three-bladed knife then?).

2. Also please notice the then still pretty ‘Yum Yum’ Shaw (Shaw Yin Yin 邵音音), one of the more formidable erotic actresses of Hong Kong in the 70s, star as a Korean gangster floozie pur sang and the Master must admit, she is convincing! She has a seductive yet nasty look in her eyes and more than fully deserves her death by komodo varan (just watch the movie).

3. The sunglasses of the love interest of one of the girls (the Hong Kong copper) and fellow kicker of criminal ass. Come on, even in 1977 this can’t exactly have been inconspicuous!

4. As if that isn’t enough, we get some nice scenes shot in Tokyo and Seoul in the late seventies! Groovy. But the best bonus is the presence of Evelyn Kraft (The Mighty Peking Man) as the police officer in charge. We don’t see much of her, but the Master was impressed. She kicks ass, smacks heads and jumps through windows (closed windows, that is) as it is daily fare (then again, maybe it is).

This early girls-with-guns film is very entertaining. The acting and the script aren’t exactly up to par (not to mention the editing: some very strange things must have happened in that editing room) and neither is the DVD edition (Greek subtitles that you can’t turn off?), but in the end that doesn’t matter. The three heroines plus one of Deadly Angels make this particular Shaw Brothers production masterly pulp in the eyes of the Master (and that’s all that matters now, is it not?). Master Lee has the sneaky suspicion that they are for real, unlike their counterparts in Charlie’s Angels. These girls don’t need a Charlie to tell them what to do or male stars to rescue them. They rescue themselves, take out 15 men in a fight single-handedly if necessary and look great while doing it. This movie may be from 1977 (and surely looks like it is), but it is considerably more fun than Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle and the like. This is a seriously gritty movie in which the ketchup blood looks real, all too real, and the kicks and punches actually land. The Master was impressed.

PS Master Lee was somewhat mystified to notice that the English language  poster has what look like to be one blonde (that one’s easy, must be Evelyn Kraft, right), two white brunettes (?) and one afro-sporting black woman? What was going on there? Something wrong with the ethnicity of the three leading stars? Or a failed attempt to also tap into the blaxploitation movies of the early 70s? Strange, strange, strange.

hej. hej. hej. ligger i min säng nyduschad och känner mig fortfarande äcklig. det är nog för att det regnar ute. hade försovit mig som fan så tänkte att jag struntar i skolan idag. måste dock ta tag i allt nu. det är så tråkigt att säga så, eller är det bara jag? måste man ta tag i saker. kan man inte bara leva tills man dör. okej overkill men ändå. ja som sagt ligger jag i sängen med en jävla handduksturban (!) köpt på procivitas uf-julmässa. love it. hjälper mig så mycket i vardagen………..hm. Ja nu ska jag gå och handla något man kan äta då vi inte har någonting alls här hemma. cya höhö

Potrei rimanere delle ore ad osservarmi l’alluce. In quel dito vi è nascosto un mistero, ne sono certo.
La botta non è quella di sempre. Non mi ricordo neanche com’era di solito, perché sono tre mesi che non mi faccio un giro coi santi, il creatore e le sue puttane, ma qualcosa mi dice che questa volta è diverso. Con la coda dell’occhio rilevo Friz in collasso pieno nell’angolo, ma non mi distraggo dall’alluce, per paura di perderlo… continua…