#I don't think his name have Domingo in it but I just like to add it because of his Brazilian roots

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL CÉSAR MARTIN BRÜHL GONZÁLEZ DOMINGO (June 16, 1978)

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Hey, everybody. Who wants to see some super vintage, really low-quality footage of an incredibly hot guy?

Ok, so I am dating myself with this post BIG TIME.

Anyone who views this page on the reg knows that I enjoy sharing images of beautiful people I admire here, but usually without much jibber-jabber about them (and it's probably better that way). But I came across something today that jogged special feelings, and maybe some of you out there may appreciate it.

Come with me, gentle reader, to the summer/fall of 1996. I, along with my little sister, had given up summer break to stay far away from home to help my mother to take care of my ailing grandparents Monday through Friday every week (my aunt cared for them Sat & Sun, mostly since she did their bookkeeping, otherwise we would've lived there 24/7). I loved them with all my heart, and though I enjoyed spending so much time with them, I'm sure you can understand that, with failing health, it was not always quality time. I had also brought along a summer course to try to get a leg up for the next school year, because I assumed I would have plenty of downtime when they were resting (sis & I were home-schooled at the time anyway). The summer turned out to be much more stressful than any of us could have anticipated.

Between homecare (which I totally thought I was prepared for -- and I SO wasn't), seeing people you adore in a terrible state, and the added burden of trying to do schoolwork at the same time, I felt hollow. We would come back home late on Friday nights drained physically, mentally, and completely. My step-father would pick us up, take us back home, and usually cook supper, or pick up some special take-out, or treats to try to soothe some of the stress. If you've never been through it, let me tell you, one of the hardest things in the world to do is watch as someone you love is dying, and you know there's nothing you can do to stop the pain; all you can do is lessen it for a short period of time.

Dad knew this, so he tried the best he could to make the weekends as much of an escape from the preceding week as we could have at home, until eventually, the weekends were gone, and we 3 would only come home intermittently. Things got very difficult.

We got home late one night, and basically all collapsed with exhaustion. The next day, on his way out the door for work (Dad worked 3 jobs), he makes a comment or asks a question or something about me leaving a videotape in the player. I have no idea what he's talking about, so I play the tape anyway. It was the video I'm sharing with you today. It seems silly, I'm sure.

My Dad is a kinda tough guy, biker-type. At the time, I was 99.999999999% sure that he had only the vaguest idea of what my crush looked like (and honestly, circa 1992-1997, the guy had barely been a blip on most of North America's radar - pictures and media were very hard to come by), and had possibly heard me mention his name maaayyybe twice (it was generally an argument for me to bring up boys -- let alone MEN, as the case may be).

So, imagine my surprise when I play this tape. I don't know how he did it. I mean, I know how the process is done, but seriously...did he look in the TV Guide? Was he surfing channels and heard my crush's name, and then waited for, I dunno, a butt-hundred minutes for him to finally appear?

The point is, this guy watched probably ALL Siempre en Domingo AND Sabado Gigante to record the interview and musical segments of my (at the time, kind of obscure) crush -- and, uh... we don't speak Spanish, guys. Nada . And it was so nice to find this when I was unpacking, and relive that feeling of knowing that Dad could've watched some football, watched some rasslin', gone out for a chicken dinner, idk, done ANYTHING ELSE, but he, on at least 2 separate occasions, took time out to make something just for me that he knew I would enjoy, even if he didn't like it/couldn't understand it (he had surprises for my mother and sister, too, but I couldn't tell you what they were). This gesture, though requiring very little in the way of physical or even emotional effort, was just the pick-me-up I needed to reset, at least for a couple hours, and it was so nice to be back there, in that moment for a short while today. It really is about the little things.

As for the clip itself, the quality is poor, you don't have to tell me this. The videotape itself was already used (he had taped over one of his shows...bless), and by now it's over 20 years old. Add to that the fact that it got a lot of love back in the day. Like I said, this crush was not really that well-known at the time, so this video was really all I had outside of photos, clippings, and watching soap operas. Further add to that the fact that it's not your standard upload. It's my poor ass recording a television set with my cheap phone while holding it as still as I can in my hands. I think I did ok.

Time changes all things. My Dad and I never really got along once adulthood hit, and we still don't get along now.

And, once I had decided I would never be able to speak Spanish well enough to woo my crush, I was movin' on by mid-1997. While I was always kind of the "boy crazy" type, there are very few that I maintained a serious interest in or attraction to for more than about a minute. The subject of this post is one of them, and 2 others, and both of those guys are dead.

And lemme just tell you, I am so glad the subject of this discussion is living his best life, because I wanted him to have the world, and in the summer of 1999, he got it. Everyone knew his name, his face, his voice (his ass, "jajaja" ). But I feel like the world didn't all know the guy I was so ~encantado~ with during a large portion of my misspent youth.

So, allow me to acquaint you with "my mans" 1993-1997:

Ricky Martin - Te Extraño, Te Olvido, Te Amo (Siempre en Domingo 1996)

(Google Translate says: "I Missed You, I Forget You, I Love You"...Indeed)

If you read all of that, you are a blessing, and I thank you. I really wish I had a better reward for your time than this video, but I felt true, pure joy when I found it, and I wanted to share it.

P.S. If you want a little more, let me know. I have 2 more songs (both upbeat, so he ~dances~), and 2 short interviews. If there is any positive response, I will get some equipment to transfer them to digital properly (been intending to for other things anyhow).

Have a lovely day, bbs!

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Review: Breaking Bad Season 1 Episode 3 - ...And the Bag's in the River (SPOILERS)

S1E3: ...And the Bag's in the River

Written by Vince Gilligan

Directed by Adam Bernstein

This episode wraps up the first arc of Walt and Jesse with Krazy 8 whereas it opens up to brand new plots coming along the way. The episode is compelling to watch for many reasons but most importantly, it is the episode that makes Walter question his soul.

The very first scene we see a flashback of Walter talking to an old colleage of his about what human is made of and we don't know what it means other than Walt having a past with a company he worked before. And we see the present in which Walter has to take care of Krazy 8 business. His struggle on whether he should kill him or not is the conflict of this episode and it's so engaging. Small bits like Walter making a list of what will happen if he goes with it or not. Walter still has conscience about Krazy 8. He doesn't want to kill him, so he interacts with him, learning more about his life. The episode does a good job of fleshing out Krazy 8, making us care about his past, his relationship with his father and his goals and dreams. We even learn his name here which is Domingo. So we do sympathize with him like Walt does and he seemed reasonable enough to let him go. But of course, the world is cruel and Walt realizes that Krazy 8 has the intention of killing him, so he goes back to him and still tries to reason with him but of course, he sees Krazy 8 pulling the broken plate piece from his pocket and he has no choice but to kill him. While what Walt did was self-defense and he clearly feels guilty about it, what he did to him was just another consequences of his actions. He chose the path of evil, so he has to make tough decisions in order to keep himself safe. I loved the flashback appearing once again with Walt's colleague telling him that one single piece missing from Walt's equation is the soul which of course makes Walt think "what has got to do with science" but his colleague is right that humans aren't just flesh and blood. We have more than what chemistry tells us. And in the end, Walter goes back to Skyler to tell him about what's going on in him and we all know he is only gonna tell one small part of his dilemma.

As for other characters, their moments are small here but still interesting to watch. Marie decides to shoplift, despite her playing self-righteous about talking to Skyler about Walter Jr smoking pot which he doesn't. Hank of course acts like a bigoted and ignorant dickhead, especially with Walter Jr on their patrol to a otel and belitting a sex worker despite her struggles with being an addict. We see Jesse having sex with the sex worker Hank belittled which doesn't add much other than that Jesse just wants to relax after his confortation with Walt about him smoking meth and Walt finding out Jesse told Emilio and Krazy 8 everything about him. And we find out that it was Krazy 8 that was DEA's snitch and Hank is onto a new meth dealer who is Walt. Little moments like that makes this episode such a gem to watch and all of this sets up what will go down this season and the show as a whole.

I loved this episode so much. It fleshes out the cast, makes Walt question his choices and it's a slow but a thrilling piece.

Grade: 10/10