Reading

I have been recently doing a lot of online and offline reading, and I'm hooked to some of the finest distractions anywhere. Offline, it's this book about reading body language, The Definitive Book of Body Language by Allan and Barbara Pease, absolutely fascinating truck I tell you, and it schools its readers with properly deciphering postures and bodily signals. For instance, did you know that the lead foot, that's the foot you start walking with, points towards either the nearest exit or the most interesting slash most attractive person in the group? It says that the brain is less conscious of the activity of body parts that are farther away from it. There's also something about the language of smiling, the most common gestures of liars, how the legs reveal what the mind wants to do, and so on.

Which is all so totally fine and dandy, but I bought it primarily with the understanding that I can use body language to score.

Of course I kid. I'm currently on this chapter that talks about personal space. Did you know that your intimate zone is an inch up to eighteen inches away from you? And that the only people you allow within that space are the people real close to your person, like your family, your lover, and then the person you're about to give head to.

Online, it's this blog, The Talented Mr Montano, http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/, and it's a total scandal written by this HIV positive gay guy who's life savings, around $70,000 Au (around three point something million pesos) have been "stolen" by some social climbing coke junkie from the Philippines. He's blogging to get his money back. Thing is, this social climbing coke junkie belongs in, shall we say, Manila's Finest, an elite group of socialites that's the quintessential poster children of the local newspaper's Lifestyle section. Everybody loves a scandal, and I'm totally hooked. Not because I take great pleasure in all that dirt, I do actually, but I couldn't have cared less for the shameless desecration of Manila's Finest. They don't matter to me. It's just evil to be a total fag over your gay lover, steal his life savings, and then try to have him deported to Australia.

This blog, save for the occasional typos, is righteous indignation at its near finest.

You go girl.

I guess I wanna say more, but what's to talk about a blog that reached 270,000 hits in just about five days?

A Pulitzer-Winning Photographer's Suicide

Legends have it that whoever took this picture, however Prize-winning he is, killed himself some time afterwards. The misery was just overbearingly thick enough to cause his deathly depression or something.

I don't know how it usually goes, but I'm pretty sure porn photographers don't get to bang their subjects either.

I'm thinking this kid didn't make it.

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Remembering the Super Feeling Coniong Ben Tumbling

Some of you guys might not recall this one character Ben Tumbling I used to write as. Except for Bryan and Devilish, I think. But this was way back in 2006, I think, when me and my offline friends, like Ate and Princess Baldo, were usually "in character." We still are. Anyway, think of Ben as this feeling conio monkey who works in a call center and thinks he's all that plus two snaps in a circle. And he likes to make lait a lot in this very foolish dialect that's almost the closest to monkey grunts that makes sense.

Automatic writing is

involuntary or unconscious writing: the production of writing while in a trance or similar state as an attempt to make contact with the writer's unconscious or telepathically with a supposed spirit

Or possessed. Think Regan Macneil in Blatty's The Exorcist. Believe me, this is sooo not the case. Anyway, help yourself to some of Ben Tumbling's posts.

Manong, Doo Yoo Hab A BAHL-pen?
Ben
Ben Tumbling Goes Blog-Hopping and Makes "Lait"
Ben Tumbling Discusses Gay Queen's Libog
Ben Tumbling Discusses Elevator Etiquette
Swearing on Blogrolling
Gaway Gaway Grammar and Jovit Moya

So That's How It Works

I just transferred funds from my PayPal account to my bank account today. I was hoping to receive the cash within the same day, but that's just too much wishful thinking. The very effortless transaction promises to deliver within 5-7 business days.

I've been collecting my income from this blog's several paid advertisements for some time now, and I withdrew some of the revenue today. I've never tried this before, but it's still a good thing to have some sort of income in an almost monetized blog like what I have here. It isn't much, really, but we'll see what happens next.

Wordy Hello

Hi. In case you haven't noticed yet, or you just don't care, let me mention it anyway -- I have reinvented the blog layout. Again. I have a point in stating the obvious, though, because I need to reel you in for the punchline, which at this point, will have shed some of it surprise and therefore will no longer be as formidable.

I wish I am the Madonna of Bloggers. And the verbal diarrhea is on purpose, because I recall this one time when some mommy blogger mentioned my blog is all about wordy nonsense, and I tried to be deliberate about it this time around just so I can tire myself. Speaking of effort, I am trying to hit a quota with my horror reviews. At least twenty before I can move on to regular programming, which is a whole plenty of desensitizing bullshit this 2008. Which, I think, I'm carrying on very punctuatedly: I'm on my way to my first twenty horror movie reviews.

I do have other plans though for content: I'm thinking of featuring quotes from some very infamous serial killers, despots, poisoners, and basically all around atrocious people. See, I've been doing a whole plenty of fine reading, and that got me thinking. Why keep all these details to myself when I can, and I ought to, blog about it? So I will, and that's that, and that's more of an advantage anyway because I'll never run out of crop. It's all in sync with my theme for 2008 anyway, which is all about desensitizing, look it up, and I'm just mentioning.

Truth is, the new layout is inspired by the books that I'm reading right now.


















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Was is "You are what you read?" Or was it something about the diet? Anyway, you're reading me now, and that's just super, thanks for the hits, and I'm still not sure if that's a compliment. Oh, I'm still in the mood for more wordy nonsense, but that'll have to wait, long posts are just a drag.