I'll Stardust Your Haine

G-Chat Exchange with James Madison (G as in Gangsta)

Esther: I accept your challenge

but I will need more time

me: bring it

on

Esther: oh, i will

oh i will

me: the world (us) is watching

Esther: this is the dawn of a new day

me: the world will pause and collectively hold their breaths

Esther: and by world, you mean us.

hehe

Anoche
Finally, picked up La Haine last night after watching Stardust. I'm usually not a fan of fantasy movies, i.e. Lord of the Rings, but this one was masterfully constructed. The writing was great and the subplots came together really well. If The Little Prince and The Princess Bride had a baby that resembled The Phantom Tollbooth, this baby would be Stardust. DeNiro was a great surprise in it as a "whoopsy."

Oh, and the trailer for The Dark is Rising looked better than any Harry Potter trailer I've seen. Bring it. Maybe I'll start liking fantasy movie adaptations.

After watching Stardust, I think I have to check out Neal Gaiman's Sandman series. Stardust was that primo.

Rivulets of Consciousness
Reading the title of this post suddenly reminded me of a bar in Hong Kong. It was probably a bar in Lan Kwai Fong. I was with a young lawyer who was taking it upon himself to make sure an employee of the firm got drunk. The employee was a young kid. I think the kid had just graduated college or was still in college.

The lawyer was trying to pull rank and the kid just wanted to go home. It was a school night for all of us. The kid insisted that he didn't want to drink. I told the lawyer that he should just let him go home. The lawyer starts huffing and says it's between him and the kid. That it was a chinese thing.

The lawyer orders a rack of shots. They came in slim test tubes. They came in assorted flavors. And they tasted like they were thawed otterpops.

We all had one and I was thinking to myself that this wouldn't have been the route I would have taken if I wanted to get someone drunk. I order a drink for myself and start watching the show.
The lawyer and the kid start matching shots. By the end of the rack, the lawyer is getting wasted. And he asks the kid if he's drunk yet.

In a clear voice, he answers, "Not really. But I still want to go home." The lawyer is wasted by this time. The lawyer gets indignant and orders another rack and the kid mutters something in Cantonese. The girl I was seeing at the time starts laughing. She tells me that he twisted a cantonese idiom. Something along the lines of "I'll strawberry your apple."

He's a good kid. The lawyer was so drunk by this point it was an easy sell to let the kid go home. I put the kid in the cab. Had a few more test tubes with the lawyer and then went home.

In my past life . . .
I drove an ice cream truck and gave overweight children a complimentary bag of cheetos in order to get their repeat business. (Choco Tacos are the best. Whenever I'd spy an ice cream truck in high school while driving, I'd pursue them in police chase mode.)


I ate fish or seal meat three times a day and spoke fluent Inuit.


I skipped so many stones across the river nile that I developed tennis elbow before there was even a word for tennis elbow.