the mungo conspiracy

is a fragile fleeting moment that is nearly never there only the lonely heart remembers

You do not find love, love finds you.

I finally did it. Watched a movie in 3D. Yeba! That this was the first time also means, of course, that I did not watch those blue creatures of James Cameron, not even with all the media hype. Nor did I succumb to all the word of mouth peer pressure. I was missing out they all say. Half my life, some insisted. I remember they said the same thing about "Disney on Ice". I was really interested in the new technology, of course, and it is not from all their convincing. I did want to see what this 3D movie technology is all about. But MOA was just a little too far and the price just a little too steep. And I am a very patient man. I can wait for the technology to come closer to home and the price to a little more reasonable range. I was right. Two years later, 3D movie technology arrived at SM Fairview. 300 pesos a ticket that includes one bucket of buttered pop corn! No, I did not miss the fact that the popcorn is just a clever ploy to sell those overpriced soda -- ...

So I am watching 24 Oras, trying to pay attention, but underneath the video is this scrolling text -- the "ticker news" I believe is the jargon for it. So I am now forced to try and digest two streaming bits of information at a time. It takes a bit of concentration to actually to do this. Especially for me as I've the habit of going into tunnel vision whenever I am actually paying attention. So ok, Einstein, my brain is now trained to multi-task. But that scrolling text is really distracting. It would not be so bad if they bothered to use correct spelling and syntax. Having worked as an editor once, my brain goes into "correct that" mode whenever I spot them. Tell me, since when did it become the norm to always end sentences with an exclamation point? "Aljur Abrenica,  mayroon ng bagong show!" Am I the only one who is not excited about that bit of news? I wonder how many exclamation points it's going to take for information that is actual...

And it is not because I am religious, or that I am Catholic (I no longer am, for the record). But when some charlatan (who shall not be named, baka sumikat pa) sticks a penis on the forehead of Jesus and calls it art, yes that pisses me off. I am pissed in the same way I am pissed that corporate execs can put together a committee to string together words and notes, makes Britney Spears perform it, then call it music. I am pissed because these fools dare call that garbage art. I am pissed because I am an artist. That is not art. Shame on all those who dare call it that.

There is something thoroughly depressing about eating breakfast at the 7-11. Maybe it is the microwave giving your cornbeefsilog an industrial flavor. Or maybe it is the fact that you are not supposed to know, therefore do not chit-chat with the 7-11 attendant. I don't know, if only for the friendly banter, I prefer Manang Carinderia's 2-day-old-a-tad-too-salty-adobo. But sometimes, crunch time at work forces one to do the depressing meals. And just this morning, on top of the depressing microwaved sandwich, I noticed too that San Miguel has come out with flavored beers. There is apple and lemon, now available at the 7-11. I am not sure why, but this depressed me even more. Maybe I am just the recalcitrant fool who refuses to get on with the new program. But let me be the one to say it, there is something to be said about beer flavored beer.

QUESTION: Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is to Hello Garci, as Mike Arroyo is to, what? ANSWER: Hello-copter. Pulot lang po mula sa isang comment sa Inquirer.net mula sa isang may handle na ztefertilizerfundscam .