Goal!!!!!!!!

So I watched the last two-thirds of Goal!: The Dream Begins. I was mildly interested in seeing it. There aren’t too many movies about football and the two that I’ve seen were pretty fun (Victory and Bend it Like Beckham). This movie is about a barrio kid from Los Angeles that abandons his life in America for a shot in the Premiere League. It’s a fun premise and, as some of you know, I like the Premiereship so I thought I’d give it a shot. What I discovered was a movie that shattered the records for unintentional comedy.

Goal! is just so awesomely bad. I think it would have been a whole lot better if the director focused on the player and his dream, but there are so many ancillary plot lines that absolutely ruin the movie (if you take it seriously). So much of it is hilarious because it sucks. I want to watch the whole thing because it’s so silly. I’m looking forward to the sequel (September release in the US) and the third movie (which is in pre-production). Anyway, here are some of the movie’s dumber points:

To My New Readers

Thanks for coming! From the recent traffic spike, it looks like a few dozen of you are new to my site. Some of you have arrived here through the clever use of a search engine. Apparently our mutual friend doesn’t understand how easy it is to find a blog entry by simply searching for the title of the post — this is especially puzzling because the title of the post is in the frickin’ URL. Well…you’re here, so welcome!

A few of you have left some nasty comments about how stupid and ignorant I am. Well, I’m smart enough to mark your comments as spam and delete them. Seriously, what do you expect to accomplish by attacking me and insulting me? That isn’t going to help inform me or help me understand your issues at all. It just annoys me. And for those of you that just read the site and are being nice enough to only say disparaging things about me behind closed doors, don’t worry. I’m not going to judge your whole community just because some of you are being @ssholes to me.

WTF Chris?

So one of my favorite wrestlers was found dead along with his wife and son. The police suspect that he killed his wife and son then killed himself. I really hope that’s not true. He was a fantastic entertainer and one of the “good guys” in the business. His skill and work ethic were exemplary. It just feels weird to have enjoyed someone’s work and see him (supposedly) do something so f*cked up. I understand that celebrities, like everyone else, are flawed, but if it turns out to be a homicide-suicide case…it’s just disappointing that an entertainer I’ve enjoyed did something so monstrous.

Spot the Ladyboy, Win a Book!

My friend is having a neat “Spot the Ladyboy” contest at his site. There are four posts containing 20 pictures. If you can identify the ten biological females then you’ll win a signed copy of his book. Just to be clear, this contest isn’t meant to ridicule ladyboys/katoeys at all. While they’re a bit more accepted than they are in the West, it’s still a tough road for them in Thailand. Anyway, let’s see if you can separate the girls from the boys.

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away. *snicker* Sorry. Had to be done.

Anyway, yesterday was just kind of tough. I just didn’t feel like waking up. There didn’t seem to be much of a point. I felt like, “Well, I’m not going to get any emails or phone calls about a job. I don’t have any prospects until my meeting next week. My girlfriend is halfway across the world. And I don’t want to spend any money doing anything.” It’s just an awful feeling that I can usually snap out of fairly quickly, but it just stayed with me most of yesterday.

These Dreams

I had a very strange dream. I don’t usually have weird dreams (that I remember anyway), but this was so bizarre.

I was inside a circus tent. Peter and I were watching this strange interactive performance by Al Gore. It was part information, part comedy, and part…uh, clown stuff. Gerard Smith, this random kid I went to high school with, was there too. During intermission, Peter and I were coaching some kid on his upcoming Pokemon battle.

Oh, this is the funniest video I’ve seen in a long time. You know, I don’t see nearly as many squirrels in San Francisco as I did in New York.

Simply Fantastic

I had a fun and simple Saturday. Rannie took Zak and me to see Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. I enjoyed it well enough. The Silver Surfer CG was pretty frickin’ cool. The action was fun. Too bad Dr. Doom was more retarded than ever — not even close to how interesting the character is in the comics. It worked for me as a stupid summer movie and I’m really happy I saw it. The Silver Surfer is awesome.

Aside from that, I spoke to Noot twice (an hour each time) and that was pretty much my day. There wasn’t a lot to it, but it was a nice Saturday.

Oops

Wow, it’s been a while.

For the last month I’ve been keeping my mind occupied with Pokemon. I’ve spent more than 220 hours on the game. It’s been a great distraction from job stuff and missing Noot. Thankfully, I found a way to monetize my habit. It’s weird writing a column in the third person. In many ways, it just doesn’t work…but I’ll play by the rules to get money in my bank account.

Noot’s v*i*s*a app should arrive in the government’s hands tomorrow. It’ll mean a lot of tense waiting and more paperwork to file, but hopefully I’ll be able to bring her back here by the end of the year. I wish I found this site a long time ago. It’s nice to have the whole process mapped out, but it’s kind of daunting to look at too. There are times when I’m all, “Okay, let’s do this thing!” There are other times when the flow chart makes me want to cry. I just wish we could be together now.