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Seems the weather in South San Franfreakshow has returned to Silent Hill status. Time to hang up the shorts and tank-tops.

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Superman 75th Anniversary Animated Short – YouTube

As a life long fan of Superman, I must say this video is just spectacular! It explores the various art styles and scenes from Superman in comics to games and tv and movies for over the last 75 years. I also love the transition from the John Williams Superman The Movie theme to the current Hans Zimmer Man of Steel theme!

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losing it

Might seem petty, but I almost quit green hell once again last night.

First of all, I’m normally scheduled for a half shift on Tuesdays, but just as my co-workers and I clocked-in we found out that we were requested to stay a couple more hours. I had grown accustomed to my half shift on Tuesday mornings and frankly, I welcomed it. My patience is worn thin as it is with this job-The sooner I left the better.

Secondly, yes I am still new to the job and still trying to practice getting my timing down. The first couple hours went without a hitch and I was in my zone. Feeling accomplished. After the 10 minute break, I started another section to stock. Less than half-way through it, my manager started to help me. And by help me, I mean they did half the work for me. I repeat: They did half the work for me.

Additionally, the manager finished the other half of the section faster than I finished mine-It wasn’t by much-And had the nerve to comment to me that I was going slow. I almost lost it, right there. Again, I’m new, I’m trying to learn my section and speed as fast as I can-I’m timing myself. Also, I was requested to stay on a longer shift, and my manager just took away a good forty-five minutes to an hour worth of work from me and tops it off by saying I’m going slow. That is feked up! I almost lost it right there. It took every ounce of control I had to not lash out. Just took a deep breath and kept it in.

Fortunately, by then the lunch break had arrived. Because of this last minute extended work period, I hadn’t prepared any lunch. Had it been the regular half shift, I would have just gone home afterward and eaten. However, I was so filled with rage that I got in my car drove to the local 7-Eleven, bought a pack of cigarettes, and just drove around and smoked.

I really needed that momentary escape. Along with the fresh (and freezing) night air, a Camel Menthol Silver cigarette, and a series of green lights over a few miles (it was 4:30am)-KDFC was playing Mozart. All those elements indeed helped to calm me down.

 By the time I clocked back in, I resumed my focus, and blasted through my final section. Lo and behold! I finished about 45 minutes early. Again, had my manager not stepped in and did the second half of my section, I would have finished on time anyway.

Around the time of the final break, the store manager had arrived to begin the opening processes. He had bought the night/freight crew some chocolate scones from Starbucks as a sort of peace offering for changing the schedule on us at the last minute. I appreciated the gesture, but it really wasn’t enough to put a genuine smile back on my face.

I continually say (at least to myself) that I do not get paid enough to deal with this kind of labor at these hours, and I do feel I work at the speed of my wages. Furthermore, I am also not paid enough to waste to compromise my identity, my ego, any further than is necessary. I see this job at this green hell as a penance for years of squandering my time and (little) money-Penance for not taking better care of my mother and grandfather and myself.

 

I had-No! I have the tools and knowledge to succeed. Why am I so damn scared to use them?

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his plan

So… weird event happened the other night. I suppose, I’ll attempt to retell it in a script format. (I loosely know this format)

FADE IN.

BEDROOM – EVENING

Ron Dador is watching and laughing at the cgi movie adaption of Beowulf. It’s at the point where Beowulf is fully nude and fighting an equally nude Grendel.

Knock at the door.

Enter Ron’s Father.

FATHER

Hey, Ronnie. Are you working tonight?

RON DADOR

(pauses Beowulf on computer)

Nope. Off tonight.

FATHER

Oh, okay. Hey can you watch the princess?

(the question usually infers that his wife and he are going out of town to a casino for a few hours,

and for Ron to care for the dog while they are gone.)

RON DADOR

(knowingly)

Ah. Going to the casino, eh? Sure I’ll watch Celly.

Don’t plan on going out.

FATHER

(smiles, turns to leave, halts)

Thanks, Ronnie.

We’ll see you later.

Wait-I was thinking-

Why don’t you save some money, and so next year

you can go to the Philippines.

RON DADOR

(puzzled)

Ehh. Why?

FATHER

You should go to the Philippines and find a wife–

RON DADOR

Ehh. What?

FATHER

You can find a wife there. A doctor, or a lawyer-One that can help you.

You’d be surprised how beautiful they are.

And plenty of them want to come work here.

RON DADOR

(shock)

Wait-What?

FATHER

Save some money. Say a thousand dollars. The ratio is about 40:1.

So a thousand dollars is forty-thousand pesos.

You can live pretty good there for a couple weeks or a month.

RON DADOR

(denial)

Whoa-I don’t even have a passport.

FATHER

That’s no problem, just go down to the post office and file for one.

They’re something like thirty-nine dollars.

I can help you with plane fair if you like.

Round trip is eight-hundred dollars or so.

RON DADOR

(deep denial-mumbles.)

Well I’m not really attracted to Asians. There’s plenty of them here and–

FATHER

Just think about it.

Next year.

I’ll help you.

RON DADOR

(uncomfortable)

Ehh. Yeah… I’ll think about it.

Father quickly notes the paused image on screen of a nude Beowulf and Grendal attacking each other. He looks puzzled.

Father exits.

RON DADOR

(Ron does a double take and facepalms)

What the fek just happened?

FADE OUT.

Yeah, that was a couple nights ago. I was going to write a blog post right then and there, but I decided to let it simmer in first.

Yes, I do live with my father and his wife, who I refer to as auntie. We are Filipino. There’s nothing wrong with that. Although it does direct some conflict with me personally.

My father is very traditional in the Filipino sense. He’s, I suppose second generation here in the states, having moved from the Islands to here in his teens. So perhaps he is in fact first generation. In any case, yes, traditional. I being birthed and raised here in the states, there is a slight culture clash.

For one-Filipinos tend to stick together-Different generations sharing one household. That is typical of many cultures, I’m sure. Doesn’t seem to be typical of the American standard of the coming of age at 18 years old (adult legal age), and leaving the home.

Well, I suck at life (so far). I rarely ever left home. I stayed with my mother and grandparents most of my life, in the end taking care of them-Taking care of each other. And now since my grandfathers passing, my mother having moved to the Philippines, I’ve decided to stay with my father and his wife-To start over-Get out of debt, and all that sneck. Figured the SF Bay would have more opportunity than the quiet hills of northern California. Well that definitely didn’t pan out.

Back on track-My father seems to think that I’ll never move away (well at the current rate that I’m getting paid, that seems feking realistic). As I’ve stated. I am not happy at all living here-I have a home (and I’m very grateful for that), but I feel more comfortable not being there. I continually feel like a guest even after over a year. They are nice people-Auntie and her family are in fact heavily devout Christian-Catholic. Tolerable and patient-That’s terrific! That’s how Christians are supposed to be. However, I just can’t seem to connect with them.

As with most people, I have nothing in common with them-Nor with most Filipinos (both domestic or immigrant, young and old) that I come in contact with here. This is South City, Daily City area-Asians everywhere-Very little tastes or interests in common with any of them. Of course it doesn’t help that I’m shy.

Truth told, I suspect and rationalize the real problem with my lack of communication skills is really with me and my stubbornness, shyness, and/or reluctance to open up. I grew up en garde-And I know my shyness has oft times come off as snobbish. Believe me, I have nothing to be proud of.

Well …now my father expects me to travel to the islands and seek out a mate.

Fek.

I’ll flatly state-I’m not really attracted to Asian women, let alone Filipinas. I’m around them all the fekin time as it is. Why should I have to travel to another country, another land to seek one out when they are right here. And excuse me for wanting something different.

If I am to reproduce, I’d prefer it to be with another ethnicity. I’m honestly not picky. Hell, I don’t even want children, but if it were to be so, yes, please with another ethnicity. I’d want the child to be of the world, not just from one part of it. I would also imagine that mixing ethnicity would produce a stronger child overall-Having varied traits from both strains-I could be wrong of course. Then there’s the social issue of race-Well my view there is that racism would be less progressive if we all just feked each other and produced a mixture of offspring.

There is also plenty of unwanted children in the world already. Why not adopt or foster?

Secondly, I’m not ready to even consider having children.

I have a sneck job with sneck pay. I owe my Auntie and father money for not only housing me and feeding me, but for helping me with my lawyer fees with my bankruptcy. I literally live paycheck to paycheck with how dismally I’m paid-I can’t even start a savings account. How in god(s) name can I even think about supporting a family, let alone traveling half-way around the world?

Also if I were to travel to the islands, ‘twould be to directly to visit my mother, not feking paternal conquest!

So.. yeah I don’t feking know what to think. This is such an odd issue for me.

I respect my father, but I definitely do not share his views, nor this plan he has for me.

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easy mode

RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE!

Can I talk about DuckTales Remastered for a minute?

I’m not going to cite any specific examples, but I’ve read more than a handful of reviews that knocked Remastered down for being a bit too “classic” in the difficulty department. Some people had such a rough time that it actually soured their opinion of the original — I guess DuckTales was just more flawed than we dared to admit, and it took this remake to finally bring the truth to light.

I am very disappointed in those people.

It’s f*cking DuckTales, one of the easier games in the NES library! Are you so spoiled by modern design leniency that you spout tired labels like “cheap” and “unfair” whenever a game punishes you for your failure to learn and adapt? Or is it that you\’ll only accept above-average challenge when offset by a safety net — like checkpoints seemingly every two steps — to spare you the horror of having to exercise caution and restraint? Heaven forbid a game asks you to plan ahead before plunging headlong into uncharted territory.

If that’s you, you need to play Volgarr the Viking and gain some goddamn perspective.

via Review: Volgarr the Viking – Destructoid. -Tony Ponce

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Couldn’t agree more with Tony. I suppose we’re both of the generation that grew up with Atari 2600, NES and the arcade. Definitely remember noting DuckTales, as well as the other Disney NES games as being on the easy side-They were made for the younger kids so there should be no surprise at their level of difficulty. And yet players today, I’m guessing the kids that grew up playing N64 and PS1-They’re having difficulty getting through a simple game like DuckTales.

I have definitely noticed how modern Triple-A titles and their developers have included easy modes. From the beginning of the game to the end it’s no sweat-Whereas when I was growing up as a gamer it was one mode, and depending on the game, it ranged from easy as pie to hard as fek!  As you progressed, the gameplay got more insane, more frenetic. You had to memorize patterns and get good” as the kids these days say.

I do think it’s funny how casual gaming and hardcore gaming are defined at times. The hardcore games seem to be the Triple-AAA titles from big name companies with large investments in developing the graphics, sound/music, and narrative/story; While the casual games are far less graphic intense and cost a small fraction of the big titles and are often developed by small independent/indie game studios.

Gameplay-wise, I think most of the AAA titles with their epic narratives are generally easier and lead to more boredom; whereas the casual games with often arcadey or simplified gameplay tend to cause me more frustration, but oftentimes keeps me coming back due to their addictive nature.

If it wasn’t for the human vs human factor (see: competitive arsehole jockeying) in the multi-player portions of these Tripe-AAA shooter games like Call of Duty, or fighting games like Street Fighter, I can imagine the Triple-AAA games may not be known as hardcore.

Since we humans have to label and categorize everything, I propose the following base category prenomen:

  • Narrative – Solo with story
  • Arcade – Solo with little to no story
  • Competitive – Multi-player, player versus player
  • MMO – Massively Multi-Player On-line (still works)

From these base categories you can tack on the genres:

Narrative Shooter, Arcade Platformer, Competitive Fighter, MMORPG etc. etc.

Sounds pretty straightforward and less malicious than the ego driven hardcore! and the (sounding less involved) casual.

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Elvira

Even before the whole “goth” thing, I’ve always had a weird fixation with Elvira–Gee, I wonder what it could be?! 😉

Seriosuly tho, I’ve always found Elvira entertaining. I enjoy that dry sort of puntastic humor-Hers being with a horror theme. (Additionally I do dig the opening music act here. Excellent use of vocoder).

This is recent footage of a series of shows she’s performing at Knott’s Berry Farm for this Halloween season. The actress who portrays Elvira, Cassandra Peterson is age 62! Elvira is still running strong after 30 years. I find that very impressive, I suppose in comparison to Victor Borge, my favorite entertainer, who actually performed regularly up until his passing in 2000 at the age of 91. (Yes, I just compared Elvira to Victor Borge! What are you gonna do about it?)

Long live the Queen of Halloween, and my immense respects to the Greatest Entertainer Who Ever Lived!