So, it’s no secret that I love music. It also is pretty well known, even amongst those that know me ever so slightly, that I’m also a fan of movies. Well, me and every other person that has ever heard a piece of music and seen a scene of a movie in their lives. But nothing arouses me more than when I watch a movie that has just the right music placed in just the right places. Well, nothing except when I place just the right music in just the right place, as I place just the right amount of plaster on just the right face, in one of my home-made, not-so-safe-for-anywhere, feature films. Those, however, are for my private collection and will only go public once one of the starlets of one of those movies makes it big in real life (I’m rooting for all of you).What can I say, I’m a just black male after a green buck. But, I digress.
I posted this a few years back on my myspce blog (remember that place). I was single at the time and had a slightly different take on the magical holiday known as Valentine’s Day. I’m currently in a very happy relationship and no longer share the views that I’ve expressed in this dated post. However, I still feel that it may be of some value or entrainment to some, and therefore I have decided to post it here. Enjoy (or not).
Valentine’s day, V-day, or just simply, V.D. Whatever you call it, it’s that time of the year again; when lovers reaffirm their lust for one another, and the lonely contemplate suicide. Hallmark, the tree-cutting company, has made great strides in growing this into a huge holiday by stressing the importance of card and gift-giving (no, herpes doesn’t count). I don’t like to focus so much on the gift-giving as I like to focus on the love-making. Because love-making is what I’m good at. Well, at least that’s what she said. Giving gifts, not so much. Unless I’m giving thee D. This Valentine’s day, just like the year before, I will be single. Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s a good thing. And I actually plan it that way. Allow me to elaborate.
Have you ever had an out of body experience or an OBE for short? I’ve had one and that shit was fucking scary. When it happened I just thought it was a nightmare, but upon further research, I discovered that I actually had an OBE. There are even people that practice inducing OBEs and have fun with them, but that’s another story for another day. I wanna tell you a little about my out of body experience.
It was around 2003-2004. I had a girlfriend at the time and I was at her house, but she was out of town visiting her parents, or least that’s what she told me. She could have been down the street screwing her neighbor’s brains out for the weekend, but I’d like to think she went to visit her parents. This girlfriend also had a dog, which I was left to watch. Bitch! So, this is the background of my story. This story is completely true, except for some parts I embellish for comedic effect. I make this disclaimer to keep me from going to jail. Ok, here we go.
I saw this movie a lil late which is okay, because when you see a movie without any new hype or buzz around it, you can just kinda quietly settle into it without any real preconceived notions or expectations, be it negative or positive. Those that know me, know that I’m a movie guy, by which I mean that I love movies. And not just the ones with happy endings where everyone is naked, but those are awesome nonetheless.
Anywho, let’s move on to our movie review. Before I start, I want to point out that I have not thought out what I’ll include in my review, but I’m almost certain that spoilers will occur. This is simply a review of what I think of the movie, not so much the deeper underlying meanings and metaphors that we sometimes as viewers make up as we watch a movie. I’ll also stay away from references to other artworks that may show up in this picture. Those things are fun ot talk about, but I won’t be doing that today.
No. You haven’t missed a previous article titled “The Freshman 15, part. 1”. “The freshman 15 part. 2” refers to something all its own. Something slightly sinister and devious. Something that you should be very aware of, if you ever consider teaching in S. Korea. Allow me to explain.
I tend to think of the experience of teaching English in Korea as “college, part. 2”. The reasons for this moniker are the following: While some people take their jobs as educators in Korea seriously, most seem to be here to eat, drink, and party first and foremost. Just like college. And if they can manage to wake up in the morning they go ahead and teach some English to some Koreans to earn some money to pay for some more food, drinks, and parties. Oh, and those lovely massages that leave a smile on your face long after they’re done. Come again… Don’t mind if I do.
So, it’s been a few minutes since I’ve logged anything about my life here in Korea. I’ve been both busy and lazy and those are my excuses for why Dick Daly have been M.I.A. As you may know, I made the huge mistake of getting a lady here. Now I actually like the broad and might keep her. Korean women are alotta damn work. They need more attention than something that needs a great deal of attention all of the time. My lady doesn’t let me go anywhere without her tagging along. Occasionally she’ll let me take a shit by myself, but not as often as I’d like. And I blame this on all my slime ball foreigner friends here that keep fuckin’ around on their Korean ladies. These chick talk and tell each other everything. But let’s get off these chicks and get back to my update. [continue reading…]
This is just a video of my bench-press routine. I, like most men, enjoy bench pressing. Not for fun, but for pride. The first thing that dudes ask one another when discussing weight training, is… “how much you bench?” And that is probably the only reason I bench-press as much as I do.
As far as online videos go, this isn’t that impressive. People lift some heavy shit. But, this is my work-out and I just wanted to share it. I recorded it while in Korea, because I am slowly moving away from heavy weight. I wanted to get a record of it, before I abandoned it altogether. And also because many people look at me funny after I tell them my bench press routine. So for those that wanna know. Here it is…
I haven’t written any posts lately because, quite frankly, there hasn’t been much to write home about. The holiday season here in Busan was decent. The season has never been a big deal to me, and most Koreans share the same sentiment.
A fictional cautionary scenario, that you really should not read unless you have absolutely nothing better to do. The contents of this article are merely the views of dick daly and do not reflect the opinions of any sane persons. Proceed if you must. [continue reading…]
a poem by dick daly