So, I went to see Spiderman 3...

But, first thing first. This is attempt number 372* to revive this blog. Let's hope this one sticks.

It took me a whole week after the release date to finally see it. Some comic book geek I am. In my defence, I did try to watch the movie on three separate occasions. All attempts were thwarted by fate.

So, what do I think about the movie?

It's too long. There's too much plotlines running. The story is structured awkwardly. It's plagued with convenient coincidences with a mild case of deus ex machina. There's too much crying. Emo Peter is disturbing. Dancing Emo Peter even more so.

That said, I like it.

It has a lot of flaws; it's definitely not as well made as the previous movie. However, it has tight action and, most importantly, it has heart.

It's surprising as my opinion goes against the collective opinion of critics (Berardinelli, Roeper, Times' Dargis, Variety's McCarthy all didn't like it) and family (Big brother, little brother, sister-in-law to-be didn't like it as well), something very uncommon.

If I feel like it, I'll post a proper review.

*= Random number that popped in my mind. Illustrates the numerous times I tried to write entries to this blog again. Although, it's not as random as I thought: 372 happens to be the bus number I used to take to get from my Seattle apartment to campus. Psychoanalyze that!

I am the resurrection

I had nothing to say for these five months. But finally...

Nope. Still have nothing to say.

But am feeling inspired to write. As always, I have no legal or moral obligation to divulge the reasons of this sudden rush of inspiration. I'm a bastard that way.

Seriously, there will probably be some posts with actual content soon. No promises.

All Good Things...

It's been a blast Seattle (and Tacoma).

Good night, and good luck.

Happiness is a Warm Gun

In the immortal words of one John Lennon:

"I need a fix cause I'm going down."

Nothing brings you down like a birthday. It's magically depressing, but you're supposed to celebrate it instead.

Oh god, that was so emo. I apologize.

Cheers.

Unintended Consequences

I was under the impression that a vacation is supposed to be relaxing.

No such luck.

For the last two and a half weeks, I traveled around. A two day hop to Berkeley, a long-dreamt six day trip to New York, a drive to Leavenworth, a two day visit to Portland, and a six day excursion to San Francisco.

Now, I'm spent and I still have an apartmentful of stuff to sort and pack/sell/throw out before—wow, this is actually depressing to say—I have to go back to Jakarta.

Sigh. I need a vacation.