Since HP6 is all the rage...

As we take a gander at this year's adaptation of the Harry Potter series, we take time to remember those who didn't quite make it to the actual film. To top things off, we have Mr. Avada Kedavra, Tommy Boy, he-who-shall-not-yet-always-does-get-mentioned, the good ole' Lord Voldemort himself. In hindsight, we have the late Cedric Diggory, who by some bizarre, yet totally pro-fangirly twist of fate, re-emerged as the teenybopper sensation, Edward Cullen. So, where the hell are they as HP6 commences?

Oh, there they are.

Never saw THAT coming. So, what's next?

Killing curse? Screw that. Wesley Snipes'll do you in...

Do you in GOOD.


aaaand I forgot that site Bill used to get the Blade pic

If the folks say so, then do so

No, dad indeed.

The Necromancer

Hello, everyone. It feels a tad peculiar to be back, but nevertheless, good.

Slump's gone, sun is shining, and I'm back to my jolly, overweight self.

Yup, everything is coming full circle, and getting back to normal. :)

Lower than dirt

Ooh, the audacity.

Check out this entry about a particular JC Candare: bottom feeder extraordinaire.

His blog. T'was up and running a few days ago. Must've turned tail and ran.

The lame ass scum defender

Oh,and a little something from the good guys.

I'm no PETA or WWF devotee, but something this horrible is worth a good fatal beating. Hell, and I'm not talking about your typical puny, blow-off steam, friendly tomorrow, after school fistfight.

I won't bother tossing around my thoughts any further since a huge chunk of the Philippine online community already wants his head on a spike. I guess the poor sap would mind reconsidering his actions, or at least have the common sense to keep his twisted hobby to himself.

A much needed thwack on the back

Yes indeed, hooray for the fact that my sad, lame excuse for a blog has reached 1,000 hits after 68 years.

Fear not, dear patrons as I will take stride in coming up with even more lousy entries, tasteless raves, nonsensical posts, and dim-witted randomness, thus raising the bar of bland loutishness that is myself. Quite charming indeed. Like a pack of cigarettes.

Cheerio, all.

Just why Gaiman is made of awesome

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

-Neil Gaiman

The staleness that is me


Je ne sais quoi and all that shit

Fucking chapped lips. Autobleeding and it ain't funny.