Is there even a competition? Perish the thought!

Stole this from , who stole it from , who stole it from :

Italicize what you’ve seen part of.
Bold what you’ve seen all the way through.
Underline what you own.
Add three of your own.

01. Trainspotting
02. Shrek
03. M
04. Dogma
05. Strictly Ballroom
06. The Princess Bride
07. Love Actually
08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
11. Reservoir Dogs
12. Desperado
13. Swordfish
14. Kill Bill Vol. 1
15. Donnie Darko
16. Spirited Away
17. Better Than Sex
18. Sleepy Hollow
19. Pirates of the Caribbean
20. The Eye
21. Requiem for a Dream
22. Dawn of the Dead (the remake)
23. The Pillow Book
24. The Italian Job (the remake)
25. Goonies
26. Baseketball
27. The Spice Girls Movie
28. Army of Darkness
29. The Color Purple
30. The Safety of Objects
31. Can’t Hardly Wait
32. Mystic Pizza
33. Finding Nemo
34. Monsters Inc.
35. Circle of Friends
36. Mary Poppins
37. The Bourne Identity
38. Forrest Gump
39. A Clockwork Orange
40. Kindergarten Cop
41. On The Line
42. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
43. Final Destination
44. Sorority Boys
45. Urban Legend
46. Cheaper by the Dozen (original version)
47. Fierce Creatures
48. Dude, Where’s My Car
49. Ladyhawke
50. Ghostbusters
51. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
52. Back to the Future
53. An Affair To Remember
54. Somewhere In Time
55. North By Northwest
56. Moulin Rouge
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
58. The Wizard of Oz
59. Zoolander
60. A Walk to Remember
61. Chicago
62. Vanilla Sky
63. The Sweetest Thing
64. Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitters Dead
65. The Nightmare Before Christmas
66. Chasing Amy
67. Edward Scissorhands
68. Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert
69. Muriel’s Wedding
70. Croupier
71. Blade Runner
72. Cruel Intentions
73. Ocean’s Eleven
74. Magnolia
75. Fight Club
76. Beauty and The Beast
77. Much Ado About Nothing
78. Dirty Dancing
79. Gladiator
80. Ever After
81. Braveheart
82. What Lies Beneath
83. Regarding Henry
84. The Dark Crystal
85. Star Wars
86 The Birds
87. Beaches
88. Cujo
89. Maid In Manhattan
90. Labyrinth
91. Thoroughly Modern Millie
92. His Girl Friday
93. Chocolat
94. Independence Day
95. Singing in the Rain
96. Big Fish
97. The Thomas Crown Affair (*the remake)
98. The Matrix
99. Stargate
100. A Hard Day’s Night
101. About A Boy
102. Jurassic Park
103. Life of Brian
104. Dune
105. Event Horizon
106. Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

107. Dead Fire
108. The Neverending Story
109. Resident Evil
110. Lara Croft: Tomb Raider

111. Pure Country
112. The Evil Dead
113. The Stand
114. Head
115. Shoujo Kakumei Utena: ADOLESCENCE Mokushiroku
116. The Ghost Goes Gear
117. Perfect Blue
118. Bring It On
119. Cowboy Bebop: Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
120. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
121. Down With Love
122. Velvet Goldmine
123. The Cube
124. eXistenZ
125. Levity
126. Amelie
127. What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
128. Snatch
129. The Last Starfighter
130. The Shawshank Redemption
131. Office Space
132. Willow
133. The Three Amigos
134. Arsenic and Old Lace
135. Lilo and Stitch
136. Bend it Like Beckham
137. Once Upon a Time in Mexico
138. Scream
139. The Joy Luck Club
140. Ginger Snaps
141. Prince of Egypt
142. Lion King
143. Aladdin
144. The Blues Brothers
145. Good Morning, Vietnam
146. M*A*S*H
147. Casablanca
148. The Great Race
149. Inherit The Wind
150. Plan 9 from Outer Space
151. Interstate 60
152. Spaceballs

*Note – of the 152 listed, I own 93. Wow. Considering I own over 700 films…

Ok, this is just TOO funny…

Slander!
has an invisible friend. They’re dating.
kissed under the mistletoe. Twice. In June.
, we all know the truth, come out of the closet.
and took twenty minutes to decide what to tell the paramedics and the RSPCA.
runs a secret pornography ring. and are regular models.
, and are involved in a sordid love-triangle, with totally unaware!
got drunk and naked, and took photos. downloaded them.
once kissed a bus conductor to avoid the fare!
is secretly married to a horse!

Enter your username to dish the dirt on your friends!

I mean, come on, this thing has to have SOME kind of intuitive powers! That love triangle… I knew something was up with you three! 🙂

Now about that drink…. Waiter!

How to make a miketheman
Ingredients:
5 parts anger
1 part ambition
3 parts beauty
Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little fitness if desired!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Sometimes I wonder what these things base their info on….

*** News Flash ***

Incoming transmission! Hot news!!
My sister called, and she just had spent the weekend with my parents (groan!). The folks actually called me on Friday to ask whether I would be joining, which I obviously declined.
Anyways, my mother, being the nosey busy-body that she is, tries to pump my sister for information about her siblings that she doesn’t get directly from the others. This is a common practice for my mother, who rightfully believes that we don’t tell her things. This is mainly to prevent the ensuing uproar over the issue at hand, regardless if it is: getting married/washing a shirt/eating properly. These are all of the same magnitude with her.
In any case, my mother asks my sister:
“Do you think Mike is gay?”


Now, my sister, who I talk to now and then, knows the answer, and replies with: “Why do you think he is?” for no other reason, if only to hear the reasoinging behind this assumption.
My mother, bless her heart, replies: “Well, he only hangs out with guys, and he doesn’t have any female friends, and I never hear about him dating anyone, AND the guys he does hang out with, he met at the theater, i.e other actors, and you know what they are like. [insert a knowing wink, nose tapping, or whatever symbol for an obvious insinuation]
Well, funnily enough, when I was about 15-16, Mom said “Michael, don’t you go fooling around with girls…” so I guess now I’ve showed HER!
Fooling around with boys is oh so much better, Mom!
PSA: I am not gay. For those who would cast aspersions, or for those who are just confused.
Anyways, I got a big laugh out of the whole thing, and now am trying to think of ways to use the knowledge to my advantage, as finally I am in a position to strike for my revenge, which is long overdue. Any ideas?

Late night blues

Well, another weekend has gone by.
Today was kinda fun. A friend of and I dropped by, after having been to the movies, and stuck around to watch yet another movie, for free, at our place. The kids seem to always be beating each other up. As the youngest sibling to older sisters, I was the one always being beat up. I guess it’s more fun if you can hold your own against the older forces of evil.
I’ve been working on my movie database, as this is one project which I actually mean to complete, as some future date, depending how bored I am between other things.
It’s kind of an essentiality, as I can’t move the files off of my hard drives before they’re properly entered into the database, and logged of tehir location. I’m coming across so many duplicate CD’s, that I have no idea what I’m going to do with. Trade them for blanks? Any takers?
Anyways, back to the database.

Time flies…

Again, I have come to regale you with tales of my life……

Nahh… you don’t want to hear about that…. Do you?
Well, ok.

I’m going to try to keep the length down, and the volume up, so check this space for upcoming attaractions!

It has been 7 days since I have quit smoking. As opposed to last time that I quit, back in Oct 2000, which I kept up for 9 months and was a wreck of nerves by then end of, I am using some brand of nicotene gum to ease the withdrawal symptoms.
The gum is NASTY, but helps. I get the jitters now and then, and have an intense feeling that I want to rip someone’s head off, but I can only hope, that this too, shall pass.
The annoying thing about the gum is that when stressed, I tend to chew it more often (you’re supposed to chew it a few times to release the nicotene, and keep it in your cheek until the taste is absorbed, and chew some more for 30 minutes) and keep biting the damned inside of my mouth, out of eagerness.
Some say you can get hooked on the gum, and I will see. At least I am no longer huffing and puffing after a 5 minute walk.
Hopefully, I will be replacing some of my time with a spinning class, and get back into a more elongated shape, rather than the roundish-about-the-middle fashion which seems to be popular amongst beer drinkers (guilty!).
I’m deliberating whether or not I can afford to enroll into Open University this year, or whether I should put it off for now, and dedicate this year to health, and hapiness (?), and possibly, a motorcycle. It’s mainly a financial decision, as I still am trying to get back on to my own two, or even one feet/foot, and attain financial stability before investing time and money into further, possibly less lucrative ordeals.
Any ideas/advice/spare cash is most welcomed.
All for now….

Bulletin from Fantasy.Con (beep beep beep)

Well, welcome to our voluntary insanity, yet again.
This year, we have moved location from Ramat Gan to greater Tel Aviv, for more reasons than one, but unfortunately, the place chosen is less than ideal for my purposes (being screenings).
A gaggle of gargoyles covered the entrance, to guard and oversee the main gate activities. A steady vein on volunteers flows over the venue, in one form or another, and some sort of strange order is kept in the madness.

People ask why I do it, if I don’t paid.
My response has pretty much remained unchanged over the years. “I want to meet others with similar interests, educate the younger generation on the possibilities of the sci-fi/fantasy uni-(multi?)verse. It also allows me the capability of running the show (at least my aspect of it) the way I think it should be done, instead of sitting around bitching and moaning “They suck! I could do it so much better!” Well, I DO.
Probably the most gratifying part of these sort of events is finding the cool-down times during or between events, when nobody has something particular to be at or see, or participate in.
During these times, I have always found that for some reason, a group gathers, and conversations will start, and they can follow a straight line of consciousness, but what fun is that, and more often than not, things can digress and spiral into proportions beyond your control, and you never end up back where you started.
Last night was such.
Waiting outside the venue for our food delivery to arrive, some pals and I were urged to “participate in public speaking”. I was immediately interested, as if anyone out there knows me, I love the stage, and what better stage is there that fresh young minds just sitting around to corrupt?
To my dismay, only one lass was speaking, and when I began to speak, I was hushed by the others there, not due to the fact that I was rudely interrupting the previous speaker, but due to the fact that “only she will publicly speak”.
Immediately, I began a high-energy debate, contesting the fact that they misleadingly roped us into their ideas, because all they are all doing is “public listening”! Only 1 person is speaking! I want to publicly speak as well!
Unfortunately, this group did either not have the mental capacity to bend their minds around that concept, or simply did not care to. Either way, their food came before ours did, and they ran off, leaving us sitting and waiting.
As we were left to mull the events that had just occurred, I noticed that one kid had stayed behind. When I say kid, I mean it. 14? Alone in the city late at night, with a bit of cash for transportation and his mom’s cell phone.
To his credit the kid was extremely well-viewed (as opposed to well-read. A GenY concept) and had numerous movie references, trivia and one-liners from movies that have long dropped out of sight. I was impressed, and didn’t tease him too much. After all, he’s part of the next generation of Fen, and without them, we are short-lived.

In any case, it’s early (10 am??) and I’m still tired, but have to get up and head out to another day at the Con.
Later!

Exhaustion sets in…

as I write this digital excuse for a communication to the world.

Since last time, “Pirates” has already had 5 very successful showings, and in my position of the pianist’s page turner, I get to observe (occasionally) the cast onstage in their roles, and we (the pit crew) notice every single dropped line and missed beat. It’s not a big deal, but it gets ridiculously humorous when you know what should have just happened, and something else happened insted.
Last night, one of the pirates, while advancing threateningly downstage in “With Cat-like Tread” actually kneeled and tickled my head with the tip of his sword. In the spirit of the event, I immediately ducked back, and the audience loved it. Another one was “fencing” with the drummer (using his drumstick).
It was a little way for us to get involved, as the pirates interact a bit with the audience when coming down from the back of the theater when they make their big entrance.
I love theater, and hope to participate in more to come, as it may.
Due to the extreme time requirements by the director of “What’s Wrong with This Picture?” I have dropped out, even tough it was a lead role, and a huge production. I just can’t commit at least 3 nights a week for the next 4 months to rehearsal time.
Had the pleasure of seeing and at the last “Romeo & Juliet” rehearsal to meausre people for their costumes.
I will be playing Prince Escalus, whom, if you remember, is just a pompous voice of sanity that occasionally appears to set things straight, in the name of the law. It’snot a large part, but it’s something I can handle for now.
Also understudying my friend JB, on his part of “Brindsley” in “Black Comedy”, so if for any reason he can’t do it, I will step in. It’s more about being involved then actually getting stage time.
(He asked me if I would be pissed at him if I don’t get to do it at all. I laughed and said, “What’s the point of an understudy?”)
I’m thinking of getting more active in the directorial/production side of community theater, to work with and observe other directors’ and producers’ techniques, in hopes that someday I might be able to put a show of MY choosing on, and have it done the way I want it done. One can dream.
At work, we have re-arranged the offices a bit, and have moved me and my direct boss into our own corner office, with two HUGE windows, as opposed to the three of us in a large room with NO external light.
It seperates the third guy from us at this time, but he’s more part of another department (we overlap jobs) than mine. He’s alone, but his partner-in-crime will be returning at the end of the month, on a part-time status (she just gave birth).
The office arrangement is kind of nice, as I also have a nice balcony right off of my office door, and with my cordless phone and headset, I can spend some time out there. It also lets me berate my boss at leisure, and he’s acutely aware of that. 😉 I’m also establishing my position of “King of Order and Organization” (insert laugh-track here from everyone who knows me outside of the professional world), and at this week’s meeting with the entire larger department and CTO, it has finally been acknowledged and I have been prompted to “Keep up the Good Work”.
Note: This is after I have warned a lot of people that I am starting an Order Crusade, and no one shall escape the long arm (voice?) of The Mike. I even dropped in on the CTO unexpectedly and pointed out two of his own offenses.
Work/Lifestyle digression:
I have a strong work ethic, in that I believe that if by my efforts, 1. The company profits, and I have a better chance of receiving a bonus/raise/promotion/free ticket somewhere; and 2. by not letting things slack, and cleaning up the general mess, I have more time to dedicate to improving self-assigned tasks that will improve company functioning.
One of the programmers was hanging out in my office for a few days, as he was working on something with my boss, and he finally realized how much work DOES get done in our little office, and how much we prevent from actually being escalated to the development level. I don’t think everyone gets that. If every problem I receive immediately was routed to the development dept., they would never get any real work done, and prouct enhancement/new products would never move.
I have had three personal work victories this week, and it seems like I have had the honor of becoming primary liason with most of our larger customers. For some reason, they keep coming back to me. Is it because I find the quick solution to a problem that has been lying around for months on end by pressing three buttons? Or is it because I use the “friendly, but don’t you dare give me shit” attitude? I don’t know. Maybe a mesh of the two.
My boss is the King of Politeness when it comes to customers. He tries to put everything in a very polite, nice and flowery written tone. “Please”, “kindly” and “thank you” are liberally spattered in his communications. Is that the tone that is needed? Do we need to plead with customers, or browbeat them into doing what we want? Or, again, is it a mix of the two?
Continuing work digression onto personality question:
Am I overly militant?
I describe work to others and to myself as a “war”. The enemy is Failure, which can be viewed as problematic customers, problematic developers and the common “no idea what is wrong”. Each day is comprised of many small battles, with my goal to reach victory speedily as possible, with a minimum of “deaths” (time loss, customer unhapiness, etc). I am determined to clean the system up, and bring us all to a point where the right information is readily accessible (personal motto: “If you can’t find it in 30 seconds or less, it’s useless”) and we have more time to dedicate to improvement of an already good system.
If the system needs to be changed, I am in a position where my voice counts. One of the guys (the inter-departmental one) is happy to follow orders, “Just tell me how you want it done” syndrome. Too passive? Or am I too agressive? I figure, if there is a problem in the system, first it has to be recognized as a problem, and if I have any ideas on how to solve/improve it, I am actually heard, and considered.
In the past, I’ve tried to keep as much bitching and moaning to an informal level, i.e. not entering it into the “etched-into-stone” system, but I can see that that doesn’t work. I’ve begun to play the game by their rules (fight the battle on their terms?) and the tide seems to be turning.
In any case, I am treating this job as a career, not as something to hold me for now, but as a place that offers opportunity possibilities in the future.

Done with digressing, I have been examining my own life for a bit now, and am coming to a few realizations.
1. I am overweight. I know this, and have finally decided on a few possible plans of action to help myself obtain results. I haven’t had a drop of Coca-Cola for two weeks now, and have finally treated myself to one (1!) bottle for the weekend. There is a gym accross the street from my office, and another guy goes there every day during his lunch hour to work out. I am seriously thinking about joining him. A friend of mine is beginnig to teach an Irish dance class soon at Hebrew U one night a week, and I might join it, as it is one hell of a workout. I also am trying to eat more salads and less junk. Water.
2. Financially, I am about the same spot I was a year ago. This is due to the fact that I was enemployed for about 7 months in the last 12. This situation has basically put me back one year, with less pay, and higher inflation rate. I have tried to live as minimalistically as I feel that I can, and am making some headway. Stability and prosperousness to come.
3. I am utterly confused by the opposite gender. Need I say more?

Putting this in writing (typing) seems to be highly therapaeutic. Don’t know why.

A while back, posed the now-familiar 5 question interview to me, and I sincerely apologize that I have not held up my end of the bargain to answer him. I hope to do so soon, it’s just that the questions he asked have actually made me think more than I thought they would, and I am hard-pressed to come up with answers yet. Kudos to you, Josh. Make ME think! I shall charge you for the processor usage. 🙂

Regarding online journals (or “The dangers of public knowledge”):
A long time ago, I had a journal on OpenDiary.com. I wrote there quite often, and got some interesting replies on posts, and actually started reading other people’s posts.
I particularly liked the concept of total anonymity, which was what I had then, as nobody knew me, and I didn’t know anyone else (that I knew of 😉 ).
At some point, I wrote about an experience, and mentioned a person’s name, related to the experience. Soon after, I received a comment from someone who apparently knew the person in quetion, and we got to talking, and eventually met face-to-face, and then things didn’t work out.
Shortly after, I stopped writing there.
For some reason, I could no longer be open and honest with myself in public area, and I was extremely uncomfortable with that.
From that point forward, I realized that if I want a personal journal, keep it private. “Two people cannot share a secret, only one can.”
My take on the purpose of this is exactly as stated: An online community.
Here, I talk about the things I would discuss with my pals, shoot the shit, etc. It’s a different kind of open-ness, but at least this one makes sense to me now.

In any case, I think I’ve rambled on long enough, and I bet none of you actually read everything I’ve just been plugging in using my own two hands, eyes, and brain. If you have, I am impressed that you could actually sit this long.

Until next time, on the same Bat-channel……

Well, it’s that time of the month again….

Well, another month has rolled around, only to find me at home, getting over a nasty cold-and-cough combo.
I feel like I’ll be able to brave work again tomorrow morning, but we’ll see when the time comes.
What’s happened since last time? Who knows? The days have begun to flow together, sometimes I’m thankful for that, but at times, I wish I’d have stopped and smelled the roses.
I think a main problem I’m experiencing is committing to too much, so I’ve set myself a target: barring any really spectacular shows/performances/auditions, I have set a cutoff date for some relaxation, and that is going to happen at the end of June.
Now, I know you’re saying to yourself, “June???!!? That’s months away!”, but hey, I’m booked until then.
I am currently cast in CST’s “Romeo & Juliet” albeit for a minor part, consisting of around 20 lines throughout the entire play, and I have yet to be at an actual rehearsal, but who knows. It just might be nice.
I’m also starring in a lead role (!) in JEST’s upcoming “What’s Wrong with This Picture?” by Donald Marguiles, as Mort, the father of a 16-year old kid, and it’s going to be a challenging role, to say the least.
I also am the sole distributor of the “Oliver!” videos, finally completed editing and duplication, and have a pile of them sitting in my living room, awaiting people to pick them up.
As well as being on the set construction team for JEST’s “Pirates of Penzance” which a few of my friends are in, and that’ll be a blast.
Better yet, I’m on the committee for the upcoming Fantasy.Con 2004 convention during Pesah, being responsible for all screening materials.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I still have a day job? There’s not enough hours in the day!
On a darker note, Yaffah and I did actually go out last month, and it was quite nice, we had dinner and unwound from our respective tedious days at work, and enjoyed each other’s company.
I promised her that I’d give her a call, and have yet to do so.
I’m horrible.
I have no idea why I haven’t called, and each day that goes by, I think I should call her, but what message does that send? “Um, hey, I thought I’d give you a ring, after a month!” And then another day goes by, and the time lengthens. I think it might be some serious dependancy issues, or even worse, that I might actually like someone and might lose them?
In any case, I have to figure out what I want out of the universe, and mold it to my satisfaction. “Create the world,” they said. “It’ll be an adventure!” they promised. “What a load of crap!” I yell to the unresponsive walls.
“You can be anything you want to be!” parents tell their children, or at least mine told me.
What a crock.
Now, yes, I may be talented in certain areas, and knowledgable in others, but what if I don’t know what I want to BE? What if I just want to BE? Why do I have to BE something or someone? Can’t I just BE me?
Maybe it’s the affect of drinking scotch with medication, or maybe that’s exactly when true, clear thoughts can be made. Sometimes in order to hear a whisper, you need the cacophony to be almost overbearing to the point that all you can make out is that one little whisper.
Hell, what do I know. I know what I know. I’ll sing what I said, we come and we go. That’s a think that I keep in the back of my head.