Children of Men. (2006)

I remember seeing the trailer for this and hearing the line "Because since women stopped being able to have babies, what's the point?", and thinking "Wow. Lame." Suffice it to say I was incredibly wrong and ended up seeing this movie four times in theaters.

Quote: "As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children's voices."
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Sunshine. (2007)

Yeah the science doesn't make much sense. But who cares? I remember downloading this movie (because I couldn't catch it in theaters) and watching it for a week straight.

Quote: "Kaneda! What do you see? Kaneda! What do you see? Kaneda! Kaneda!!"
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Cloverfield. (2008)

I loved it. Everyone else I saw it with hated it. I remember leaving the theater and not being able to say anything about it because I didn't want to get in a pissing contest with my friends. But, if you read my review, you can tell how much I enjoyed it. Read it here!

Quote: "Look at me! Look at me. I love you!"
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28 Days Later. (2003)

This is actually a default choice. I'm not big on SciFi and I had to choose five. The scene of London's streets left abandoned and desolate was awesome enough to get it on the list.

Quote: "He was full of plans. Have you got any plans, Jim? Do you want us to find a cure and save the world or just fall in love and fuck? Plans are pointless. Staying alive's as good as it gets."
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The Fountain. (2006)

I saw this on opening day (November 22) in 2006 with my buddy James from the Move It Move It staff. Right when the credits appeared on the screen, some bitch ass fucking sorority chick in front of us let out a "Um... okayyyyy?" Dumb hoe. The rest of the crowd also left the theater either making beatbox sounds with their mouths or in a dumbstruck silence. Anyway, I walked outside to discover that my vehicle had been broken into and my CD player was stolen. Instead of bitching and crying about it, much to James' surprise, I continued to talk about how amazing The Fountain was.

Quote: "All these years, all these memories, there was you. You pull me through time."
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I had a hard time with SciFi because, again, I don't really care for it much. Only two more weeks left of the Top 5. Seems like there's been a lot of opinions on what I've chosen for the past weeks posts. As always, if you agree or disagree with any of my choices, feel free to leave a comment.

Great! Here's a fun craft to keep the kiddies busy today:

Boogie Monsters (Okay, I confess, this craft caught my attention because of the boogie/booger reference. I'm shallow - I know this. :D )

These zany desktop dancers have the "cents" to stand on their own two feet.

CRAFT MATERIALS:
Tacky glue
3 (12-inch) pipe cleaners
2 medium pom-poms (ours were 1 1/2 inches in diameter)
2 googly eyes
Felt
Tiny pom-pom
Wooden skewer
Feather
Poster tack
2 pennies
2 penny-size buttons

Time needed: About 1 Hour

INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Glue a 7-inch length of pipe cleaner between the pom-poms for arms. Let the glue dry.

2. For legs, fold a 9-inch pipe cleaner length in half and glue the fold to the bottom of the lower pom-pom.

3. Attach each googly eye to a small felt circle, then glue the eyes, felt ears, and a tiny pom-pom nose to the face.

4. For each horn, coil a 4-inch pipe cleaner length around the skewer, then glue the horn onto the head. Fold the ends of each arm to form hands. Glue the feather tail in place.

5. Add a foot to each leg by using a small ball of poster tack to sandwich each end between a button and a penny, as shown.

You GOTTA love Family Fun!!

another shot from the studio session i mentioned before. this is the models favorite shot so far. mine too... ;)
there are still a lots of pics to review and process and i do not have much time at the moment. :(
but soon i will come up with some pics of his paintings, so please stay tuned!!

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model: martin
make up/styling: manuela/martin
music: monster magnet

© all rights reserved, copyright 2008, u.linder|photography

Es un comercial de la compañía Monster, "la web de empleo líder en el mundo, que pone en contacto a las empresas más importantes con los profesionales más calificados".

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It's hot here in New Orleans. About this time of year I am wishing it was any other season than high summer. I'm told by friends and family that I could probably not handle winter up north. Like I'm some kind of endangered rain forest frog that would die if you took it out of it's environment.

OK not a frog maybe an alligator.

Anyway I wish it was my favorite time of year ... fall. I LOVE fall. It cools off here, you can go out side without being drenched in your own sweat, and it's Halloween time! The best time of year for anyone who use to play dress up as a kid. Yes, even for you beautiful boys who loved to try on your mothers pantyhose ... you know who you are.

I was watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas" the other day and realized that I identify with Jack more then Sally, as depressing and morose and I am. Not sure why but it could be the endless searching for something more ... or Jacks awesomely round like pumpkin head. I believe than I have an awesome pumpkin head too. That is a good comparison. Lets hear it for the strange and unusual folks!

Tim Burton's original poem for "The Nightmare Before Christmas":

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new.
There must be more to life than just yelling,
'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar,
He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime
That you've got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We're changing places I'm Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!'
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan.
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too thick.
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick."
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.
A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you.
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

When Resistance 2 was first shown on GTtv people thought the game didn't looked that great. Insomniac games mentioned it wasn't a finished product and that a Graphical update was coming and that you would see it in the new E3 trailer. Today Insomniac made new screenshots available, and to be honest, I'm pretty speechless about them.

Resistance 2 will be released in November 2008. The beta is rumored to be in Qore Episode 3, which Bigpete7978 mentioned earlier.

Es fällt mir schwer, einfach so dazusitzen und den Nachmittag an mir vorbeiziehen zu lassen. Es fällt mir schwer, weil in meinem Inneren immer Etwas ist, das nicht da hinein gehört. Wie lange schon versuche ich, dieses Etwas aus meiner Seele zu verbannen. Doch irgendwie ist es wie verhext. Ich kann nichts in meinem Leben tun, ohne daß ich von diesem Etwas begleitet werde.

Als wäre ich nicht einfach nur Ich, nein, als wäre dieses Etwas ein Teil meines Ichs. Oder: Ich bin ein Teil dieses Etwas'. Und dies raubt mir die Lebensenergie. Die Freude, die Fröhlichkeit, die Unbeschwertheit, die Leichtigkeit, das Glück. Am meisten aber: Die Freiheit, die ein jeder Mensch spüren und leben sollte. Die Freiheit, ein eigenständiger Mensch zu sein. Sie raubt mir das Leben.

Das Etwas hat sich über, um und in mich gelegt vor langer Zeit. Wie so eine Schlingpflanze in meinem etwas chaotischen Garten alles umwuchert: die Rosenbüsche, die Blumenstauden, alles mögliche und unmögliche wird von den Schlingpflanzen umsponnen, eingefangen wie Krakenarme. Wie ein Monster sich alles nimmt. Wie oft habe ich mühsam diese Pflanze versucht zu beseitigen. Die Rosen von ihr befreit. Die grünen Büsche. Doch ... sie kommt immer wieder. Kaum habe ich mich umgedreht, ist sie wieder da. Sie umschlingt alles Leben. Sie umspinnt es, daß am Ende nur sie noch zu sehen ist. Die eigentliche Pflanze, die schönen Rosen, die Blumen ... alles stirbt unter ihrer Macht und Energie.

So ist es in meinem Leben auch.

Darum, Du Etwas, muß ich mich nun von Dir verabschieden. Ich muß Dir leider sagen, daß in meinem Leben - in meiner Seele - kein Platz mehr für Dich ist. Es kann nur noch einen von uns geben, denn wenn Du in mir bleibst, dann bringst Du mir den Tod.

Ich muß Dir leider sagen, daß ich nicht mehr zur Verfügung stehe für all die Spiele, die Du mit mir treibst. Für all das Negative, das Erdrückende, das Fordernde, das Vorwurfsvolle, das alles Umschlingende. Ich stehe dafür nicht mehr zur Verfügung. Du mußt den Rest Deines Daseins ohne mich gehen.

Ich sehe Dir von Weitem dabei zu und eines Tages kommt der Tag, an dem ich aus vollem Halse über Dich lachen kann. Dann, das weiß ich, habe ich die Freiheit erreicht. Dann bin ich der Vogel, der frei über der Erde schwebt, glücklich und stolz, seine Flügel zu gebrauchen.

Adieu, Etwas, ich stehe Dir ab sofort nicht mehr zur Verfügung. Adieu. Du kannst gerne die Tür des Käfigs schließen, ich komme nicht zurück.

There are many diverse denizens of Daedonas, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, the greatest strength and weakness of the Kinken are one in the same, trade. The Kinken are the most numerous and influential people of the Crescent Lands. With a high birthrate and the ability to adapt to many different climes the Kinken can be found almost anywhere, from the western highlands to the east coasts, living in anything from rural villages to ancient cities. Although not considered adept mentally or physically the Kinken’s make up for this is in their numbers and their innate understanding of trade and obsessive pursuit of wealth. This pursuit has led the Kinken to spread out all over the crescent lands, both peacefully and aggressivly, their settlers are far reaching and farms, hamlets and Kinken villagers are everywhere. This has led to the displacement of many Rohrak, Braymun, Grungi and Kukri, and has always led to much war and strife between other denizens and other Kinken. In the city they are the majority of the population and directly influence both government and trade, even if they aren't always leading it.

Living an average lifespan of up to 60 years, most Kinken spend their lives in squallid conditions, eeking out a farming life fighting beasts, other denizens and rival Kinken for each acre of land. The city folk Kinken are the labourers and craftsmen. Those that excel in trade do rise above their kin and live in the more structually safe higher reaches of the ancient cities. Being an avian genus, the Kinken are born from eggs, there are generally more females then males and leadership of the kindreds rests on a male figurehead, but since there are so many females an incompetant  leader doesn't hold his station for long.

Aus vielen kleinen schönen Momenten des Tages ein glückliches Leben basteln, das zufrieden und fröhlich macht. Ein Stück vom Kuchen des Lebens abbekommen, jeden Tag auf's Neue. Weglassen, was nicht zum Kuchenrezept paßt. Hinzufügen zum Teig, was bunt und lebendig ist. Viele kleine Rosinen ergeben einen köstlichen Genuß. Viele neue Impulse geben ganz viel Mut, den Kuchen des Lebens neu zu kreieren.

Loslassen, was mir schadet. Frei werden wie der Vogel, der da draußen in der Natur herumfliegt. Nicht der eingesperrte Kanarienvogel, der abhängig ist von den Menschen. Nein, der Vogel der Freiheit. Er fliegt hierhin und dorthin und pickt sich die Rosinen heraus. Jeden Tag auf's Neue. Er lebt selbstbestimmt und voller Ich-Sein. Er gibt sich ganz hin dem Leben.

Sich ganz hingeben dem, was man gerade tut. Vergessen alles was sonst den Kopf überquellen läßt. Ganz mit sich selbst und dem Moment eins und alleine sein. Nennt man das in der Psychologie nicht "flow"? Ich glaube, ja.

Ich habe das Rezept meines (Lebens-)Kuchens verändert. Oder sagen wir: Ich bin gerade dabei es zu tun. Ich muß Zutaten weg lassen und andere hinzufügen. Ich lache über das, was immer so widerlich schmeckte im Kuchen meines Lebens. Ich lerne zu lachen. Das Lachen jagt alle Monster weg. Ganz bestimmt. Jegliche Macht geht verloren, wenn ich über das Monster lachen kann. Danke, H.

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And here are a couple of pictures from the Oz Museum. Toto willingly posed for the pictures. It's his official job at the museum. He's paid in dog treats, of course!

Ernie & Aaron Neville--I Don't Want to Live On the Moon

What happens in my house at 2 AM...just kidding

"Dance Myself to Sleep"--Bert and Ernie

Grover--"Monster in the Mirror"

Wubba!

This is a pretty durable creature, except for the parts of its blue flesh not covered by rock. When it wants to eat something big, it grabs it with its arms and holds it near its mouth. Because it only eats bones, it sprays an acid over the specimen that melts down to the bone. He then, obviously, eats it.

Yay! Video!

It also has very bad eyesight and is weak in the back, just in case it attacks.

2/5

Langweilig! Das einzig innovative an dem Film ist die Kamera - und die nervt. Wenn die die ganze Zeit wackelt oder man den halben film nur Füße sieht, ist das vielleicht realistisch, aber trotzdem scheiße. Den Anfang hätte man sich komplett sparen können; Probleme, die irgendwelche reichen, jungen Manhattaner Hipster-Idioten haben, interessieren mich nicht.
Das Monster ist scheiße. Ich hab jetzt schon vergessen wie es aussieht. Irgend ne Riesenechse einfach, die kleinere Echsen scheißt.
Der Realismusansatz geht mir auch nicht weit genug. Ein riesiges Monster zerstört komplett Manhattan und du siehst fast keine Gewalt. Da müssten doch wenigstens Leichen rumliegen. und in den entscheidenden momenten hält er immer die kamera weg. Ist halt PopcornKino, da darf man so was nicht sehen.
Die Specialeffects sind gut gemacht, einige Drehs waren bestimmt nicht einfach. Wen interessierts.
HYPE!

Känner du som jag att du vill ha en t-shirt som inte någon återförsäljare kan sälja till dig för att de inte har haft den fantasin? Då finns det en simpel lösning. Ifall du har en bild på trycket du vill ha på din tröja så gå till ett tryckeri så får du den skapat för en liten summa pengar.

Ifall du inte går iväg till en lokal butik som gör detta så finns det även nätbutiker när du bara helt enkelt bifogar din bild och så skickar de hem den till dig.

**Bild kommer ifrån Grafy.se som trycker företagskläder.

SOOOOO, in short, I would like any of the following jobs:
* Concert photographer
* Traveling concert photographer/documentarian (I love rock-umentaries.)
* Photo editor (preferably not for something stuffy like pharmaceuticals)
* Avante garde supplemental wedding photographer who is responsible for taking the "fun" pictures/candids
* Myspace researcher/friend getter (I have zero web design skills and do not know HTML)
* Graphic designer for a company willing to train me in the ways of the MAC world & all of the programs that I do not know (I am a fast learner.)
* Tshirt designer
* Continuity expert for movies/tv (I hate so very much when the glass refills itself halfway through a scene)
* Music blogger
* Professional improviser (I would be a perfect addition to the "Reno 911!" staff.)
* Rock star (I know five chords now and can almost carry a tune)

Any suggestions?  I have searched craigslist and monster and have yet to find a job that suits my abilities.  I have, however, found out that I could get paid thousands of dollars per week just to take surveys from home.  Too bad "taking surveys" is not one of my skills.  Any ideas on easy ways to create your own professional looking photo portfolio online?  I am currently sending people to my slightly out of date photo.net site.  I am open to any and all suggestions. 

Legendary artist and producer Dr. Dre, Interscope Geffen A&M Chairman Jimmy Iovine and leading audio/video accessories company Monster, announced today (July 22) via press release that their new Beats by Dr. Dre high definition powered isolation headphones will be available July 25th at Apple retail and online stores, Best Buy retail and online stores, as well as the official website beatsbydre.com, for a price of $349.95.

With the help of Monster, Dre and Iovine hope to provide consumers with high-level audio performance headphones, meaning extreme clarity, deep bass and full power which they believe have been lacking in conventional headphones. By combining new advanced materials, sophisticated construction, extra large drivers, and a powerful digital amplifier, The Beats by Dr. Dre high definition powered isolation headphones have the capability to reproduce the crisp, clear sound that musical artists and producers hear in professional recording studios.

Dr. Dre says via press release: "Artists and producers work hard in the studio perfecting their sound, but people can't really hear it with normal headphones. Most headphones can't handle the bass, the detail, the dynamics. Bottom line: the music doesn't move you.  With Beats, people are going to hear what the artists hear and listen to the music the way they should - the way I do."

Furthermore, to recreate the quietness of an isolated recording studio listening experience, the headphones also feature powered ambient noise-isolation, allowing consumers to hear all the details and nuances in their music.

Convenience is also key as the headphones come with additional Monster iSoniTalk headphone cable with integrated high grade microphone and answer button for consumers with music-enabled phones.

"Dre and I have been developing these headphones for a while and in Monster we found a partner that could work with us to crystallize his vision and develop them to the quality level he expects," said Jimmy Iovine. "Beats By Dr. Dre is yet another example of Interscope's commitment to working together with its artists in developing new avenues to experience music."

The headphones will be available starting July 25th. Link

Ant - Lvl 2 -

Jones Beach | Long Island, NY. 7/21/2008