The Most Awesomely Bad Kung-Fu Movie ... Ever!

And by "awesomely bad", I don't mean in a bizarro-world/ teen lingo way. I mean ... awesomely bad. Although, in a way, this movie went so far beyond "Bad", it crossed the threshold and started approaching "Good". That movie is "Master of the Flying Guillotine". It's a 70's kung-fu movie, all bad dialog, lots of flying fists, and bad acting. And a flying guillotine! There's a pretty cool electronic theme music to the uber-bad killer monk.

I would recommend this movie only to lovers of the genre. I count myself as one of them, and I got bored an hour in. I mean, how much Mortal-Kombat-esque fighting can one watch anyway?! I picked this movie up from Netflix after reading that it was one of Tarantino's favorites, and I can definitely see how it influenced Kill Bill!

The Look ... Let It Be (Naked)

You could hear the sounds of screams from the bathroom sink Sunday morning. Specifically, the initial screams were from the vampire killer beard lice (totally awesome name for a band) that were resident in my goatee, as they were forced out of their haven, into the sunlight. The later screams came from The Lady, when she saw the end result. Although to be fair, she'd probably not yet had her morning coffee, and thought she was in some Twilight-Zone-esque nightmare.

Yes, I decided to do away with the ol' double-chin-hider this morning. No special reason. Just something I wanted to do for a while, just to remind myself of my baby-ish charms. This doesn't mean that I'm going commando-style from now on. The Lady has made it ferpectly clear that she *hates* this new look, and in fact begged that I have the goatee for the wedding. She went on to add that although the lack of beard makes me look 10 years younger, she wants to be the younger-looking one in this relationship, thankyouverymuch.

You remember that scene in The Nutty Professor, where Klump looks down and is bemused that he can finally see his ... umm ... his toes (yeah, let's go with toes). Well with me, it's bemusing that I can look down my nose and see my lip!

Going Into Labor* (Day Weekend)

Got a long weekend coming up now, with The Lady spending all of it here in the City. So far, I've got a couple of things planned (that I'm willing to reveal at this time):

1. A chocolate tasting at MarieBelle Chocolates ... sounds interesting; I've been to a wine-and-cheese class, but never a chocolate-and-X (where X = {Coffee,Tea,Wine}) class. And I love dark chocolate ... the darker, the better in my book.
2. The US Open ... Picked up a couple of tickets to the top-most tier of seats for Sunday night at Arthur Ashe stadium, and will be facing down the court rather than across. Sunday evening will have Men's Third Round & Women's Quarterfinals matches, so this should be a lot of fun.

* Hey Ruchi :-)

Summer Song

As has been reported in other esteemed publications, the Lady & I went karaoke-ing ... er, we karaoke-d ... er, we went to a karaoke bar last weekend. Although it was a double-date - which is to say there was another couple there, not that we were there with our dates - it was a blast.

We'd booked a booth in anticipation of a larger group, so it was the 4 of us singing the songs we wanted to sing, without having to wait through other, interminable songs sung off key by complete strangers. We sang songs spanning decades, and genres, and here is my list of favorite songs to ... umm, "sing" (in no particular order):

1. Anything by Elvis
2. Anything by The Beatles
3. Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi
4. Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond
5. Jeremy by Pearl Jam
6. The Look by Roxette
7. (Dude) Looks Like A Lady by Aerosmith

If you have any suggestions of good songs to sing, post a comment below.

Subway Shuffle

I took the subway on the way back from work last night. I was standing next to a Latino woman and her children, including a 2 or 3 month baby* in a pram**. I was, as always, listening to my iPod, which at this point happened to be playing Slow It Down (Mathilda Mix)

The baby was starting to wake up, and was starting to stretch and yawn, and wave it's arms and legs about ,,, weirdly enough, in time with the song in my head. From my perspective, it looked like the baby was dancing, and I gotta say, he had some mad skillz!

Yeah ... that baby danced like me. But he was definitely cuter. And better.

* What's the difference between baby, infant, toddler, and child? I know it has something to do with the age of the person, but I can't remember what the distinction is.
** What's the difference between a pram and a stroller?