Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Fundamentalists never cease to amaze me

Not that I'm defending Satan or anything, but since when did being intelligent become the sign of the devil?
Does this have anything to do with Creationism? Intelligent Design?
Or are the Fundamentalists just sick and tired of losing to debates and court cases built on and conducted with the use of proper logic?
Inquiring Nerds need to know!
Friday, May 19, 2006
Witch Hunter Robin

Just finished watching the entire series and I have to say that it's interesting, but doesn't quite get me riled up or anything. What probably killed most of my excitement is the pacing. Somehow the show tends to drag it's feet on a lot of parts, and instead of each episode having something to look forward to, you end up praying that the next episode gives more.
But having said that I do like the gear, and visually the anime is pretty good. Weapon designs, character designs and even the overall mood of the show is consistent and very nice for me.
I wouldn't recommend this as a buy, but renting it would be a pretty good idea. If you've got the patience to last until episode 14, then you get to the actual plot of the anime.
Overall, I'd give this a two out of five. It's watchable, but not that exciting.
Just when I thought I could save a little more money...
New RPGs pop up from nowhere. :p

Qin the Warring States Period is a French RPG about Mythic China during the Qin Dynasty. The art is fantastic, and the system seems to be pretty simple to understand and use.
While I like Weapons of the Gods, this seems to be more up to par with the power levels and wire-fu that I expect from a Wuxia game, rather than what WotG seems to be up to. No god weapons here, just "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" style stunts and physics defying activities similar to those you see in the "Hero" movie.
Here's another image from the game to impress you.

That was the one picture that sealed the deal for me. Now I just have to scrounge up the necessary cash to buy it when it comes out... thankfully, it's scheduled for a US release at around August so I've got time.

Qin the Warring States Period is a French RPG about Mythic China during the Qin Dynasty. The art is fantastic, and the system seems to be pretty simple to understand and use.
While I like Weapons of the Gods, this seems to be more up to par with the power levels and wire-fu that I expect from a Wuxia game, rather than what WotG seems to be up to. No god weapons here, just "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" style stunts and physics defying activities similar to those you see in the "Hero" movie.
Here's another image from the game to impress you.

That was the one picture that sealed the deal for me. Now I just have to scrounge up the necessary cash to buy it when it comes out... thankfully, it's scheduled for a US release at around August so I've got time.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Jeepney by Kala
Here's a video with a college friend of ours Grape, as the lead singer of the band Kala. Enjoy. :)
Kate should remember Grape, she and I fended off some guy's angry girlfriend when Grape got his phone stolen or something. Long story, but a one of the more memorable moments of Neutral Grounds DLSU.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Guilty Anime Pleasures: Aishiteruze Baby
Waking up really early in the morning has it's perks after all. Having been sitting in the office since 5:30 a.m., I stumbled upon a neat little anime called Aishiteruze Baby.

Contrary to what most people believe I actually watch some anime that doesn't involve violence or action. Aishiteruze Baby just happens to be a really neat Comedy/Drama series about Kippei, a playboy teenager who ends up having to take care of his 5 year old cousin, Yuzuyu.
The series is heartwarming and well written. Whoever is doing Yuzuyu's voice is incredible, and her portrayal of an emotionally impressionable 5 year old is enough to set off my own older brother instincts.
Anyway, I'm going back to what I should really be doing... work. But if you guys ever get a chance, you can download the torrent for it over at This Link

Contrary to what most people believe I actually watch some anime that doesn't involve violence or action. Aishiteruze Baby just happens to be a really neat Comedy/Drama series about Kippei, a playboy teenager who ends up having to take care of his 5 year old cousin, Yuzuyu.
The series is heartwarming and well written. Whoever is doing Yuzuyu's voice is incredible, and her portrayal of an emotionally impressionable 5 year old is enough to set off my own older brother instincts.
Anyway, I'm going back to what I should really be doing... work. But if you guys ever get a chance, you can download the torrent for it over at This Link
Monday, April 17, 2006
Lunchtime Rant: Garden Burger
On my way to having lunch out today, I ran into Mexicali. I usually don't pay much attention to it, but for some reason a tiny memory of a menu item I saw there before resurfaced in my mind.
Garden Burger.
I wasn't sure why I was inside Mexicali. Maybe it was fate. Destiny. Anyong meets Garden Burger = what?
I had to know.
And so I ordered the Garden Burger. For a product that didn't really entail chasing after and butchering a massive four legged animal with eight stomachs, it certainly cost a lot more than a regular burger. But meh, so what? That's the paradox of modern existence: Things that are good for you are inevitably more expensive.
That's why mothers insist that children eat all the vegetables on their plates. "Those veggies are damned expensive, child! EAT! EAT! I want to see you shovel those peas in your mouth faster than the Abu Sayaff running for cover!"
Anyway, back on topic.
Garden Burger.
I sat down, and waited for this strange food item to arrive. It was a paradox among paradoxes, a burger with vegetables instead of meat. It was the anti-matter of burger existence.
And so it arrived. And it looked moderately good. There it sat on my plate. In a wheat bread bun with lettuce and tomatoes and a burger patty that wasn't meat. I picked it up, examining it, even as my head pulled another hazy memory from some forgotten instance:
"Real Oats"
Ah, right. The Garden Burger was made of oats... and other vegetable products. Conditioned by modern urban living the thought of oats pulled another word.
Fiber.
Fantastic. Here in my very hands I hold the panacea for every modern man. A hunk of fiber, cleverly disguised as meat, free from the grease and fat of cow corpse grind. Fiber. Amazing how advertising has nearly brought this aspect of food to near sainthood.
So how does it actually taste?
Sadly, it tastes like mashed potatoes, rolled around in oats, flattened into a patty, then fried to a golden brown.
Needless to say it was underwhelming. Sure it was healthy, but that leads to the second paradox of healthy foods.
It must taste bad.
If you find something that's supposed to be good for you and it actually tastes good, then there's obviously something in there that is actually bad for you, or will give you cancer, whichever is worse.
And so I chewed, looking at the rest of my burger. It was odd, the color of the patty inside was the same as the wheat bun. So much so that it didn't look like there was a burger at all, just a bun, with some bread in between, lettuce, tomatoes and another bun.
I downed it with generous amounts of water, hoping that somehow, I would manage the herculean task of actually getting it out of the way and in my gut before lunch hour ends.
Somehow, I do. And I stand, full from water more than burger, and walk out of Mexicali.
Next time, I'm going for the burrito.
Garden Burger.
I wasn't sure why I was inside Mexicali. Maybe it was fate. Destiny. Anyong meets Garden Burger = what?
I had to know.
And so I ordered the Garden Burger. For a product that didn't really entail chasing after and butchering a massive four legged animal with eight stomachs, it certainly cost a lot more than a regular burger. But meh, so what? That's the paradox of modern existence: Things that are good for you are inevitably more expensive.
That's why mothers insist that children eat all the vegetables on their plates. "Those veggies are damned expensive, child! EAT! EAT! I want to see you shovel those peas in your mouth faster than the Abu Sayaff running for cover!"
Anyway, back on topic.
Garden Burger.
I sat down, and waited for this strange food item to arrive. It was a paradox among paradoxes, a burger with vegetables instead of meat. It was the anti-matter of burger existence.
And so it arrived. And it looked moderately good. There it sat on my plate. In a wheat bread bun with lettuce and tomatoes and a burger patty that wasn't meat. I picked it up, examining it, even as my head pulled another hazy memory from some forgotten instance:
"Real Oats"
Ah, right. The Garden Burger was made of oats... and other vegetable products. Conditioned by modern urban living the thought of oats pulled another word.
Fiber.
Fantastic. Here in my very hands I hold the panacea for every modern man. A hunk of fiber, cleverly disguised as meat, free from the grease and fat of cow corpse grind. Fiber. Amazing how advertising has nearly brought this aspect of food to near sainthood.
So how does it actually taste?
Sadly, it tastes like mashed potatoes, rolled around in oats, flattened into a patty, then fried to a golden brown.
Needless to say it was underwhelming. Sure it was healthy, but that leads to the second paradox of healthy foods.
It must taste bad.
If you find something that's supposed to be good for you and it actually tastes good, then there's obviously something in there that is actually bad for you, or will give you cancer, whichever is worse.
And so I chewed, looking at the rest of my burger. It was odd, the color of the patty inside was the same as the wheat bun. So much so that it didn't look like there was a burger at all, just a bun, with some bread in between, lettuce, tomatoes and another bun.
I downed it with generous amounts of water, hoping that somehow, I would manage the herculean task of actually getting it out of the way and in my gut before lunch hour ends.
Somehow, I do. And I stand, full from water more than burger, and walk out of Mexicali.
Next time, I'm going for the burrito.
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