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weaselbeaselpants · 6 years ago

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Rewrite challenge: #10 and #19

#10 The Black Cauldron

Oh poor, poor Black Cauldron. All the “lackluster” Disney films (besides Chicken Little, that one sucks) I feel sad. Katzenberg vivisecting the film didn’t help matters, but the big problem is the world building in my eye.

Prydain feels so underpopulated in the film. I don’t remember any locations with humans in it that weren’t Horned King’s castle or the farm where Taran lives. This is a fantasy world! Where is everybody!? The world building affects our characters too because we don’t know anything about them besides them being a hero or a villain.

The Horned King is in DESPERATE need of a backstory. I’m not too big on Lord of the Rings, but I know that Sauron is connected to the One Ring which is why he’s trying to get it back and we have a pretty good idea what will happen if he gets it back and why everyone else wants it for there own. The motives the Horned King has for finding the Black Cauldron are clear: he wants to bring back an army of the dead…but…why? To rule? To fight? He mentions in the end that his army is moments away from victory. Is he just out to start a zombie apocalypse? What will having an army of the dead accomplish for him? Where’s the profit? Was this somehow explained in the book better? I don’t think so since from what I’ve read the Horned King is a composite character of two villains from the books.

My friend Amelia has the right idea of making Horned King tied to Prydain’s history. My version is a bit though. I’d rewrite the story so that he is the “dead” king whom Taran’s sword once belonged to. He sought out the Black Cauldron but it backfired and he now seeks it to bring back the army that he killed and rule again. After what’s probably been hundreds of years of exposure to black magic, he’s basically rotted from the inside out and his sanity has gone, as he’s now under the delirious impression that Prydain is just waiting to have it’s ruler back when in reality the country has moved on.

That’s another thing too! Is Prydain under-populated because of a war or something, one not specifically tied to the Horned King? That would be interesting. The rest of the world fears The Horned King of course but they don’t consider him much of a threat to their needs. Taran can be one of those people who’s more interested in being a soldier than an apprentice and pig keeper. Maybe the Horned-King-before-he-was-Horned-King started a war or conflict of it’s own centuries past and Taran and co. don’t find out until later.

You had the chance to make the Horned King a real bawss of a villain. Not a sympathetic one, just one with clearer motives and a horrible history. He could be like Sauron/Golem/The White Walkers all together but instead he’s just “the guy who’s gonna use this thing to do this other thing”.

But Horned King is at least interesting. Taran and Eilonwy are boring and it has nothing to do with them being clichéd good-guy hero kids (though I admit, a Black Cauldron starring Fflewddur does sound more unique). I kinda though Taran was gonna be more interesting cause when the film starts he’s all like “yeah I wanna fight the Horned King and be a hero” but the minute Hen-wen is stolen he remembers that he’s just a scared boy. When he finds himself in the Horned King’s castle and has to make Hen-wen use her vision he’s immediately like “I wanna go home nevermind!” I think it’d be more interesting if, once Hen-wen was safe, he was like “fts I’m going home” and wanted to nothing to do with the Horned King or the Black Cauldron but gets roped back in because Gurgi guilt trips him or something. Make him a reluctant hero who looses his wide-eyed wonder of the world but gains real confidence and strength. When he’s about to sacrifice himself to the cauldron it’s not really earned. It feels like he’s doing it because…he’s the hero.

Much as I hate Doug Walker now I remember his Disneycember from way back when mentioning how Eilonwy is a princess but of a kingdom we never see. We should really see that kingdom. There are two ways you could go with this: Make her an actual scullery maid disguised as a princess as a decoy to escort the weird light-thing away from Horned King, since that’s why he captured her in the first place – much like how Taran got roped into all this with Hen-wen; or make her the princess of Prydain and connect her with the going’s on of the outside world that don’t involve the Horned King. Like Taran, she’s also just looking to safely get away, expect once she learns of the Horned King’s whole plan and knows there’s gonna be casualties, she’s all “we gotta stop him!” and springs into action.

In both cases I think she could be a little more feisty – pissed and rage driven to be kidnapped or held prisoner for something that doesn’t even involve her. Make her a no-nonsense girl who has less tolerance for Gurgi and Fflewddur than Taran. Maybe she’s the one whose all like ‘Ima jump in the cauldron’ in the endbut Taran stops her and reminds her that she, like him, is just a kid. Also make her ball of light more connected to the overall story and world of Prydain as well. Something needs to be done with her because, as is, you can cut her out of the movie and nothing would be lost.

Also fix Gurgi’s voice. He’d be a fine character if he weren’t so hard to understand.

…that’s all I got! If it isn’t obvious I haven’t read the Prydain books to know what stuff apparently HAD to stay in despite the filmmakers already taking liberties with the source material. I don’t think I’m the right person to revamp this one as outside of Game of Thrones and Star Wars (it counts) I’m not a fan of high-end Euro-centric fantasy stories. If the movie is being remade than it better be done by someone who knows, likes, and is talented within that genre. Hire the Game of Thrones folks or someone who’s not Peter Jackson cause Peter Jackson’s lost his mind. IDK. Let poor Black Cauldron spread its wings and find it’s home rather than being a victim of cuts from a studio going through growing pains.

#19 The Book of Henry

If you’ve seen Folding Ideas video on it, you’ll know how much of a mary-sue Henry is and how badly this movie handles themes, tone, and morals. It seems like a fanfic written by a future rampage killer who doesn’t understand what about Henry’s actions are “bad”, and how NO ONE in the world has the solution to the problem except him. In a good movie, someone resorting to killing a child-predator as the only option could make a good story - it just has to have a little thing called consequences to it! No story that has implied child rape in it ends with happy goody-goody Butterfly #1 cliffnotes.

While I don’t watch him anymore, I remember Brad Jones made a really good point in his Midnight Screenings of that movie. That being: what if Henry was wrong about Glen, the adopted father. What if this was a misunderstanding and this kid was a psychopath. It would make for a good purposeful tonal whiplash. So here’s my rewrite:

Henry is the eldest, favorite child of a hands-off single mother Susan. Henry prides himself on the lie Susan tells him that he is the real provider of the house. He is mean to Susan (who takes it and says she deserves it) and lonely school cause his attitude isolates him from peers - though he thinks he’s too good for them anyway. Henry begins to grow interested in his teenage neighbor Christina after he hears her screaming in the middle of the night. He comes to believe that her step-father, Glen, is abusing Christina. He stalks the two of them and writes hundreds of notes and tapes about their house and his understanding of their living situation - that Christina’s mother is out of state and Glen is a kind of passive aggressive police chief who doesn’t get along with Christina in public.

Then Henry dies. Not by a tumor. In a freak accident.

Susan goes mad with grief while her remaining son Peter tries to cheer her up. She comes across Henry’s many notes on Glen and Christina. Susan does her own investigation and comes to the same conclusion that Henry did about Christina being abused and, through misguided encouragement from Peter, decides to kill Glen like Henry intended to do.

Glen meanwhile tries to be a good neighbor by helping the grieving Susan anyway he can. He allows her to watch Christina while he’s at work. Susan, Peter, and Christina bond it up while Susan uses their visits to plan out Glen’s murder. Christina begins to feel more confident and comfortable with herself and even agrees to drive Peter to his school talent show. That same night, Glen is home alone after a long week of work and is unaware that Susan is setting up a sniper riffle from her porch. Before she can shoot, however, Christina comes home and stops Susan in the nick of time. Glen comes out when he hears the scuffle and Susan screams about all the evidence she and Henry have stacked up against Glen and what she was going to do. Distraught, Christina runs inside crying. Glen calls the police on Susan for attempted murder and assault on a minor. As they wait for the cops, Glen tells Susan the real story Henry was not privy to:

Christina was abused - by her biological father, whom her mother is currently battling in a nasty court case. Glen has been left to care for the traumatized Christina. What Henry thought was rape one night was actually Christina having an episode in which she almost killed herself before Glen got home and stopped her. Glen fully admits to not knowing how to take care of children and that Christina wears him out, but chastises Susan for trying to “save” Christina without doing the right thing and contacting child protective services. Susan, looking deeper into Henry’s notes, finds that Henry disliked Glen after he pulled him over one night for walking alone to the grocery store - Henry was channeling his desire to kill Glen through this false-fantasy of saving Christina.

Susan goes to jail. At the court house Christina calls Susan out for only caring about her because of Henry and trivializing her abuse as a means to kill her Step-dad. She even testifies against Susan in court showing her newfound confidence and will to get through life and confesses to Glen that she’s almost grateful to Susan for inexplicably helping her heal. She also pities Susan, who now has to live with the fact that she loved Henry as an ideal son and not for what he actually was - a trait that probably led to Henry’s sociopathic behavior. Christina wishes Peter well as he’s taken into foster care and promises him that things will get better.

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hellobazilpatel-blog · 8 years ago

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The Lost Tribes of the World an Intresting Insight!

The Lost Tribes of the World Imagine a life without Facebook, Instagram or twitter. I mean yes, we millennials did have a childhood without them but now they are like oxygen to us. I honestly have no idea what do to with my laptop if it is not connected to the Wi-Fi. No Netflix? No The Walking Dead? . By the way if we are on the subject what were the creators thinking when they killed GLEN! . Anyways you can hear my sob story some other time, basically I am talking about a world where you have no idea that technology or even civilization exists. Surreal right? Seems like the plot to some B rated Hollywood movie, starring Rob Schneider and his God awful haircut. I have always felt that fascinating trinkets, weird survival tricks, and strange cultures and traditions do not exist in fantasy novels alone. And to get to the end of my beliefs, I dug deep into the tribes and came to the conclusion that they are definitely not a thing of the past or some ancient myth. Men have evolved from tribes to cities. However, some of these still prefer the primitive ways of life and live an isolated life. So that’s why I share my discovery with you, of the tribes that still live, surviving and thriving against the odds with the survival measures passed on to them down the generation ladder. These are the tribes that have been lost to the world but are surviving regardless of being known or unknown to the world. Here’s a look into a few fascinating tribes that look like they are lost to the world but are living in their own ways. The Surma Tribe All this while when ships sailed the seas, world wars were won and lost, and lands were exchanged on pacts of independence there existed a tribe of peaceful folks that did not believe or have any faith in governments. This is the Surma tribe that can be traced to Ethiopia. They are people who have never bothered to come into the loophole of governments. These are the people who you’d see on the National Geographic channel with giant lip plugs that would either fascinate you beyond infinity or freak you out into believing that these people are really just fabricated and not real. But the Surma tribe is a big fat reality indeed. Although they had avoided any contacts with outsiders yet the outsiders succeeded in making contacts with them in the 1980s when some Russian doctors held a conversation. The only advancement that these tribal people have adopted is the use of Kalashnikovs to protect their land and belongings. The Solo Brazilian When I say tribe, you’d probably be imagining nomads dressed in colorful clothes doing the samba. Of course, your imagination is your own refuge so you can imagine anything you want, but you’d probably not imagine a one man tribe, because since when did tribes really start comprising of only a solo person? But this lone Brazilian is one loner of a tribe who lives somewhere in the Amazon. The guy is more a brother to Bigfoot than anyone else because he shares his traits of disappearing into thin air the moment anyone catches a glimpse of him. He is probably the loneliest man on the planet. Considering that he is not causing us any harm, why are we bothering to invade his personal space? The answer is really simple; our scientists are really curious; they want to finally find the man who they can then feature in the video of Akon’s song, Lonely. There is another good reason too. Basically, the disappearing solo tribesman is the only and last surviving person of an uncontacted tribe in Amazon. The question then arises how he survived for decades all by himself while simultaneously protecting the treasure bank of language and customs of his tribe? if there is any person who can explain all this to us, it is the lone Brazilian himself. The New Guinea Tribes Illiteracy paints a rather cruel sort of picture, and when we say tribes, we are of course associating the lack of education with them. The only medium of education that probably prevails in tribes must be survival over everything else even if that involves feeding on human beings. Sounds horrible, right? Well, that’s the situation with the New Guinea tribes who have succeeded in their lessons of education so much that have not even shown themselves on the radar. And with the tales of cannibalism making rounds, there are literally very few discoveries on these tribes made so much so that they are considered lost to the world. Anyone who has tried to map these tribes has ended down the valley of death. For instance, in 1961 Michael Rockefeller set out to find one of these tribes in the rugged terrain of New Guinea. Turns out he never returned. It is thought that he was captured by one of these tribes and eaten by them The Sentinelese Tribe Imagine being greeted with a round of arrows every time you try to enter a territory. Well, that’s what happens every time that our modern people have tried to enter the area between Thailand and India called the North Sentinel Island. This tribe comprises of 250 people who welcome their visitors with a sweet dose of a rain of arrows. These people are also known to be resistant to natural disasters and survive in circumstances that normally people cannot. For example, these rough and tough tribesmen survived the odds that came with Boxing Day Tsunami in 2004. This catastrophe wreaked havoc in Indonesia and Sri Lanka, but the tribe remained unscathed. They’re probably the most durable sort that mankind ever produced. They are quiet territorial with anger management issues, in 2006 a boat carrying two fishermen accidently drifted near the waters of their Island. Both of the unlucky men were killed by the Sentinelese people and then they were buried in shallow graves. So they are kind of are like your great aunt you meet at weddings, who kills you with sarcasm and then gives you dessert to eat. Burn burn I say. Helicopters were sent to the rescue of those fishermen but they could not land. The Sentinese people started to shoot arrows towards the chopper. Obviously, they had no idea what a helicopter was and might think it was some big bad metallic bird which made weird and loud noises. So the facts are that atomic bombs and state of the art machines was unable to stop the modern man from attacking and taking over but arrows thrown by half naked people made the modern man to back the hell up. Guess we need to learn something from these people. Even the police refused to go collect the bodies of the poor fishermen because they were afraid of the poisonous darts (ok that is a pretty genuine excuse, I mean who wants to be punctured by blood smeared darts). So it isn’t just us cowardly buffoons hiding behind our computer screens that do not want to mess with these people but our adventurous, brave ancestors stayed away from them too. Their delightful rep dates back centuries, Marco Polo stated that these people are the most violent and cruel generation who seem to eat everything that they catch. Talk about something out of a Grimm brother’s novel. These are actual tribes in this world today that live totally secluded lives. They have no idea what is going on in the rest of the world and are completely satisfied and content in their small tribe. It is the whole scenario of the feature film, The Gods must be crazy, in which the African tribe has no idea what a coke bottle is. They think it is some kind of an evil object and one of them decides to throw it off the edge of the earth (loco has no idea that the world’s not flat). So there is another tribe that lives in Indonesia. The Korowai tribe of Papua. Well these people lives in wooden tree houses and use stone tools. Some missionaries and archaeologists did try to make contact with them in the 1970s but even now they have the same old life. The belief of the Korowai people actually stopped then from ever changing their ways, they think that if the change their customs then the world will be destroyed by a huge earthquake (the weight on their shoulders wow). And here I thought the passing black cat was the weirdest superstition of all. These people sure are on a high level of commitment cocaine or they just made up an excuse to say bye bye to the whities. Even the missionaries were like no thank you; think we will be okay with not angering your earthquake blackmailing God, with abandonment issues. Like the Sentinese tribe these people do not scare away people by giving them a death wish. They actually goof around with people until they go away. They even went so far as to hand over a young boy to the pesky reporting who told them a story that he was afraid that cannibals were going to eat him. And when a team came to rescue the boy, they were all arrested because of not having visas while the Korowai people laughed their heads off. Pants or not pants, you got to give to them for their sense of humor. I wish people here believed that the world’s doomed if we wear pants. My life would be so much better. Another Indian tribe called the Jarawas also rejected contact but are slowly emerging into the modern world. The Puroik and Bangru tribe lives in the Himalayas and have their own distinct language and culture. The Ruc people live in Vietnam and were discovered by soldiers in the Vietnam War. The Pintupi people live in the Gibson Desert in Australia. The Carabayo tribe, Nukaak and the Islados dos Rio Yari people live in Colombia. Totobiegosode in Paraguay, Cacatibo in Peru, and Hoti in Venezuela and Apiaká tribe in Brazil are many of the isolated tribes in the world. Do let us know if you have ever encountered any tribes or people who are completely cut off from the world and how they have survived till now. Leave your story in the comment box. If you liked this post, I would be very grateful if you’d help it spread by emailing it to a friend, or sharing it on Facebook or Twitter. Thank you and do read other posts on this blog. Ciao. Click to Post

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tommyh303 · 8 years ago

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2016 Year end review: 5 years running (and better late than never).

Celebrating 5 years of the end of the year!!!

WOW, this is my 5th annual end of the year because Facebook’s end of the year thingy sucks so much it’s just better if I write my own and choose my own photos blog (working title). Seriously though, this is the 5th one I’m writing after starting in 2012. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that Facebook attempts to make us feel connected to our memories; I mean FB really is just one giant diary/scrapbook anyhow. While their attempts do get a little better each year, the end of the year never really full encompasses and includes all the memories I want it to. Well, that lead to me writing these in which I can kind of sum up my year as I want, group together some photos and tales from the last 12 months. I’ll mention as I always do, these are more for me than anyone else, but I do enjoy sharing it with all of you, my dear readers. As always, you can find the prior year end reviews here: 2012, 2013, 2014, and 2015. I hope you guys enjoy. Oh and if you don’t make the photo cut down below, don’t take it personal, I simply can’t squeeze everything and everyone in, it’s not meant to be a slight I just may not have a photo of you and I (it happens).

Now I know a lot of people had a rough year for one reason or another and cursed the number 2016 and because of that I feel bad saying the following:

I myself actually had a pretty good year.

I mean I went to more weddings than funerals for the first time in a few years, I never got below the “buffer” in my bank account. I was creative in a few different ways, I made some great new friends, traveled, and at the risk of taunting the universe, I personally had no great drama or issue or anything overly negative arise this past year, which I humbly thank God and Karma and existence in general for that fact. I hope we can keep that trend in 2017. By no means is anywhere near my 2012 declaration of not caring what happens next. Believe me, I CARE what happens next (trust me folks, don’t taunt the universe on that one). That said; let me share with you some of the highlights of my 2016.

First off is work. I just love working where I do and with the people I work with. Things are good, I’m happy. I make enough to enjoy my life the way I want too, they give me more than ample time off, it’s really close to home (I don’t even have to get on a highway and I can come home for lunch), my job is just good. I’m very comfortable here. This fall will be my fourth year here and I’m planning on staying with this company for a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m saying everyone should love your job, that’s just not going to happen, but if you don’t dread the alarm clock every morning, it creeps over in a positive way to the rest of your life.

Creatively, I spread myself thin on several projects as I always seem to do, even toyed with the idea of doing my own youtube channel show but then realized this exactly why I seem to never get anything done. So the top priority was my movie, which I’d say I got more done on it this year than any other year which is a major plus. We’re so close, I promise it’ll all end up being worth the ridiculous wait once it’s done. I did write a little more in the blog early in the year and re-read my book. Yup, long ago I wrote a novel but have never really done anything with it. So late in the year, I started re-reading it. It’s at the top of my list of things to work on in 2017. It needs some editing and to be flushed out a bit here and there, but it’s something that has been on the back burner and needs some attention. Heck, Stan Lee was in his 40 when he started all the Marvel characters we know and love and dominate the box office today. So why not me? I have also returned to working on my photography a little bit more often, which lead to meeting some nice new people along the way, which is always a plus.

Getting out seeing live music as much as I can is always important to me and this year was a pretty good year for it. I went to my fair share of concerts this year, both locally grown talent and more main stream. In the spring for my birthday I went and saw Nathaniel Ratcliff and the NightSweats with my gal pal Jenn M at the Paladium Ball room or Southside or whatever the hell its called now, over in Dallas. Such a great night, these guys put on a hell of a show. If you’re not familiar with their work, or even if you are but only the S.O.B. song, I recommend you give them a listen too. It was great to be in a crowd that was so into the show, everyone singing and dancing along with the songs, the age of the crowd was wonderful too, ranging from kids who couldn’t drink to people who could be my grandparent. The call for the band to come out for an encore was just fantastic, as the whole crowd chanting the course from SOB over and over for what seemed like forever before Mr. Ratcliff and his band gave in to our request (which I am sure they planned on doing regardless). They even brought out Fort Worth’s own Leon Bridges for the encore. That was a show and then some. I’d say it was the best show I saw this year, but I can’t because so many of them were so good! I caught Weezer and Panic at the Disco with my pals Britt and John in the summertime and well, it’s Weezer. Do I need say anything more? I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked Panic at the Disco and equally surprised at how many younger people left after Panic choosing not to stay for Weezer. Stupid fools, if they only knew. A big highlight of the whole year was taking my mom and sister to see “country” artist and native from the land down under Keith Urban this fall. I was familiar with some of Mr. Nicole Kidman’s works, but this was really all for my mom. HE’s her favorite. Never the less, I had a great time. The open act was a young women name Moren McMorick, Arlington’s own who’s clearly heading for big things. Wish I’d caught her at the Grease Monkey or Levitt when I would have had the chance. The main man of the night, Keith Urban, puts on a hell of a show. I earlier used quotations to describe him as a country artist, but that’s just not accurate to me. This guy is a bona-fide rock star. His music, his stage presence, his interaction with his fan, it was a fantastic show that I can’t simply narrow down as one genre. This dude is as cross genre as cross genre comes. OR maybe I just don’t have any idea what country music is since my childhood or listen to Alabama and Barbra Mandrel in my mother’s car. Again, truly a star of his craft. It was awesome to get to do something for my mom and share a concert with her. Strictly from a enjoying the musician point of view, my personal favorite show of the year was probably getting to see Glen Hansard at the Majestic in September. I’ve waiting 3 years for this guy to come thru town and there’s never been a show I had higher expectations for than this one . Man oh man he did not disappoint. My good friend MacKenzie took a night off from her family to join me and we both walked away floored by the Irish folk singer. He did 3 encores! Three! He played favorites of mine I’ve heard since I was introduced to him 3 years ago, stuff I had never heard of and the must hears from the film ONCE. He was fantastic engaging the crowd, sharing tales thru that thick Irish accent before or after each song, the Majestic was such a great setting to mark seeing off my bucket list. That’s not even half the shows I enjoyed this year. I saw Deep Blue Something for the first time in 20 years at Arlington’s Levitt Pavillion. Luke Wade also visited us again during the Day of Giving concert here in Arlington. I saw local favorites of mine Auntie Rissa and the Colonel, the Criminal Birds, my buddy KGs bands Henry the Archer and the always sweet styling of Standard Gazette. I was also introduced to the gothy good styling of Jessie Frye this year and lastly, I can’t even begin to explain how happy I was to see favorite One Red Martian pay us a visit down here in the Lone Star State. You guys were severely missed. Live music was oh so good for me in 2016, without question, the best it’s been in years.

I of course traveled. After my 2014 hiatus from traveling, I got back into it and 2015 and continued on in 2016. I really only took two legit vacations. The first being a week with my Godkids, which involved driving out to west Texas to get them and then bringing them back to Arlington for the week. They’re both practically teenagers now and I fear in the not so distant future I won’t be cool enough to hang out with them. So trying to be cool Godfather that I like to think of myself as, we went to the National Video game museum up in Frisco. I highly recommend if you’re a video game nerd to check this out. It’s not really big, but it covers just about everything video game related ever made. Plus they had a Sega Dreamcast hooker up with Powerstone 2 in it which was a big plus for me. Due to the kindness of some of my dear friends, we went swimming in pools not belonging to me. We took a train ride out to Dallas to visit the Perot museum and the Dallas Aquarium, both places I had never been so it was a treat for me too, went to downtown Fort Worth to see fireworks (as it was fourth of July week), went to the movies and one night just hung out and played board games and watched movies. Pretend parenting is so much fun. It’s the only time of the year that rivaled the Vegas trip. I do love those silly kiddos and I had such a great time with them, I hated having to let them go back home. I should also point out I acquired a third Godkid this year, but since she’s brand new I didn’t bring her along for the week, but she’s adorable! Photos are of course below.

I did leave the state too, FINALLY making it out to Vegas with my pals Keith, Scott, Woo and Kevin. Las Vegas did not disappoint in the least bit! I’d tell you more about it, but the whole “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…” just kidding. I didn’t get to see everything I wanted to and got sick one night, but still had a wonderful time! The plane ride over was memorable, though that story needs to stay quiet, but I will say the film “Me Earl and the Dying Girl” lies to you. Just know that it lies to you. We stayed at the New York, New York on the strip and personally love the place and our room. We went to multiple casinos and ate lots of breakfast buffets. Went to the shark reef at Mandalay Bay, which for me was a bucket list stop. I learned how to play baccarat at the Venetian and made some money (and that it’s perfectly acceptable to drink and gable at 9am on a Saturday) and then lost said money at black jack in the Luxor. We took a limo ride out to see the Hoover dam and asked to see Megatron (yes we were those guys). The food was fantastic, had a fantastic steak with shrimp and grits, a great deli in our hotel, and some fish and chips with Irish carbombs at an Irish restaurant. We instituted a roulette tradition, played in a small poker tourney, meet a wonderful group of UNLV grads, and had a drink in a bar that was -5 degrees. I absolutely loved Las Vegas and can’t wait to go again.

There were some sad moments too, but the it seemed like an unusually high number of unexpected celebrity passings. I can’t touch them all, but let me say the world seemed less magical once David Bowie left us and a little less funny now that Gene Wilder is gone. I was literally stunned and in disbelief when I learned Prince no longer walked among us. I openly wept before bed the day the great Carrie Fisher became one with the Force (no disrespect meant with that comment). Her passing was literally part of my childhood dying.

I can’t leave this blog on a down note though, so in case you didn’t notice, the Rangers has a pretty good season (happy note), and the Cowboys bounced back from the 4-12 disaster of last season. I can’t wait to see how deep this playoff run goes (happy note). Then a more personal high point, I met freaking Karen Gilliam! Amy Pond! A legit Dr. Who companion! That’s the first time I’ve gone to a convention like that and paid for a celebrity photo, but man it was so worth it (BIG happy note).

All in all, 2016 was a good year for me. I enjoyed and cherished all the people who were a part of it. I hope we all see a happy and healthy 2017. Here’s to another 5 years of end of the year blogs and God bless each and everyone one of you.

Much Love,

Big T

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supernova-blast · 8 years ago

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Some things about Damien, Lisa, Glen, Marketa and the music concert mishaps

So I learned like yesterday that Damien had another girlfriend after Lisa, and have sung a song with her, actually he helped her make an whole album...

Damien Rice & Melanie Laurent - Uncomfortable - YouTube

Damien Rice & Melanie Laurent - Everything You're Not Supposed To ...

Those two songs are typical Damien and beautiful, but Lisa is a much better singer! Oh and just found out Melanie was married in 2013. Poor Damien is still alone.

I was not happy about the fact that Ed Sheeran is so so popular and he was inspired by Damien when he was very young but Damien is no way close to the level of popularity Ed is receiving. Come on they even look alike to some extent. I love Ed too but people listen to Damien’s songs and lyrics this man sings his heart out and I can relate every time!

http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-30001619

But also after I read the article above I think maybe he just didn’t care that much about this things, he just wants to make good music and release. After all he could barely conceal his “contempt for the commercial aspect of the music industry.”

And he said these too kind of interesting

"Whereas before I'd have thought someone had hurt my feelings, now it's all on me, it creates a very different perspective on life... I can't blame anybody for everything. It's all just stuff happening."

While lots of people worked on My Favourite Faded Fantasy, Rice says he's unlikely to replicate the intense collaboration he had with Hannigan and his previous band.

"We had this interdependent relationship with each other. I don't like entertaining those kind of relationships anymore. I'm intending to move away from drama, anything dramatic, someone running out, some childhood insecurity, putting it on me or me putting it on them.

"I like to be stopped if anyone catches me doing something like that. I'm going to be dead soon and I want to kind of grow up before I die."

I don’t know what “childhood insecurity” he was referring to, his or Lisa’s? But it sounds to me that even after 8 years he still couldn’t completely let it down and leave it behind...

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Oh and also Damien Rice (born 7 December 1973) is 8 years older than Lisa Margaret Hannigan (born 12 February 1981), not as big year gap as Glen Hansard (born 21 April 1970) and Markéta Irglová (born 28 February 1988), that’s 18 pretty big, but still the guy is older and I wonder if there is some kind of superiority or domination in their relationships, both professional and love concerned. And while googling their ages I found out Marketa was only married to her husband a sound crew for a year and then vanished to Iceland, got together with another recording engineer and had a daughter (I can’t help but wonder if she has a thing for sound engineers...), accordingly looking very happen in her Facebook pictures, but she did write this very long blog about how she met him and everything. Haven’t read every sentence but she is a really good writer though English is not her first language. And I can see she loves him very much...

http://marketairglova.com/a-connection-was-made-how-i-found-my-way-to-iceland-and-met-sturla-mio-thorisson

And this guy Mio recorded for Damien’s latest album too no wonder I feel Damien and Marketa were working together closer and she was the back up vocal for one of the songs too...

I googled and googled still didn’t find the exact reason why Glen and Marketa broke up, but just learned that a man jumped off the roof during their concert and landed right next to Glen. Why would you do that to a band you love...

http://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/Apparent-suicide-at-Saratoga-concert-3255290.php

Maybe I should watch the documentary The Swelling Season that’s about the unravelling of their relationship... But she was only 17 when making the film Once and 18 when they started the romance in reality... Maybe she wasn’t very clear what she wants at a young age and was influenced too much by the outside world? She said in an interview"Somewhere along the line it became okay for us to become something more than friends and I guess there's a very good possibility it would have never happened had it not been for the film.” http://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/culture/interview-glen-hansard-and-marketa-irglova-two-of-a-kind-1-779818

And her new album Muna (Icelandic for remember) looks very interesting, The songs look outwards to the world rather than dealing with internal matters. "A lot of it is about my relationship with the world, not just the world but the universe, looking outside of myself ... I never intended to make a spiritually-based record." Maybe I should listen to it.

And from this article that Pearl Jam’s Eddie called Glen after the suicide at the concert because his band had a 9 peopled died accident before at Copenhagen,

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/glen-hansard-interview-the-singer-songwriter-on-finding-fame-in-the-commitments-and-once-a6677831.html

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I started another research about deadly mishaps and accidents in concert history and what I read saddened me again just like the plane crashes I’ve studied. Almost all of them can be avoided. Like only 2 doors opened for the Who’s concert with “festival seating” led to 11 people dead. And Great White’s manager lit up the club which didn’t use fireproof materials for soundproof and 100 people died. And the most recent one in Oakland Ghost Ship building was a warehouse did have anything no water sprinkler no permit no anything, still don’t know what caused the fire and 36 out of 50 died. It’s horrible. We humans can die so easily. In retrospect of all the concerts, bars and clubs I’ve been to, something bad could have happened right then and I wouldn’t have been here right now...

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I read in YouTube comments that

Ellie2 years ago

“Damien weighed Lisa down though, IMHO. She got stuck with such heavy, morose tunes when she was with him, when there was so much more to her -- her own songs reflect more of who she is... more sunshine, more lightness. Don't get me wrong, I also love Damien and their pairing but one only needs to listen to Lisa's albums to realize the songs they shared were more Damien's than hers, no matter how riveting and beautiful they were.”

Then I went ahead and listened to songs of Lisa, it is true, she looks and sounds more worry free, and light hearted, that’s nice. But the first one was Little Bird, very beautiful and sad, and I won’t if the lyrics are meant for Damien, according to the internet “It’s said that Damien’s song “Accidental Babies” is exclusively about her; and Lisa’s song “Little Bird” on her own album is all about him.” I went through the lyrics Accidental Babies thoroughly and it’s just so sad.... It’s like Damien is singing his hopeless love for Lisa, he is so dark and he can see her light. Like sung in Volcano, Lisa doesn’t need him. But he needs her. She really can feel alive without him so she left to be free. Maybe she felt more like just a little singing bird to Damien while she was on his band working with him, and she needs to go and find her true self. She always says the departure was for the best. Sigh.

“Accidental Babies”

Well I held you like a lover Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your face Our bodies moved and hardened Hurting parts of your garden With no room for a pardon In a place where no one knows what we have done Do you come Together ever with him? And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? And do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? Well you held me like a lover Sweaty hands And my foot in the appropriate place And we use cushions to cover Happy glands In the mild issue of our disgrace Our minds pressed and guarded While our flesh disregarded The lack of space for the light-hearted In the boom that beats our drum Well I know I make you cry And I know sometimes you wanna die But do you really feel alive without me? If so, be free If not, leave him for me Before one of us has accidental babies For we are in love Do you come Together ever with him? Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? Do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? What about me? What about me?

“Little Bird”

Your heart sings like a kettle And your words, they boil away like steam. And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick, A heart is built for both it seems. You are lonely as a church, Despite the queuing out your door. I am empty as a promise, no more. When the time comes, And rights have been read, I think of you often But for once I meant what I said. I was salted by your hunger, Now you've gone and lost your appetite And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight. I am lonely as a memory Despite the gathering round the fire. Aren't you every bird on every wire? When the time comes, And rights have been read, I think of you often But for once I meant what I said. Here I stay, I lay me down, I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. Here I stay, I lay me down, In a house by the Hill. I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.

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