Holy Cow has it really been that long since I've finished a book / posted a book review? So much for this being a book blog. It's not even a PSEUDO-book blog anymore, I reckon. Gah.
Oh well, back to old habits then. I picked this book up for only ONE RINGGIT (yes you read that right, ONE RINGGIT!) in Kinokuniya, since it was published in conjunction with the UK World Book Day recently. there're are a few others as well going for ONE RINGGIT but since this was Gaiman, naturally I could. not. resist.
So here, is a Almost-Monthly-Book-Review on....
Title: Odd and The Frost Giants Author: Neil Gaiman
Synopsis: Odd's luck has been bad so far. He lost his father on a Viking expedition, his foot was crushed beneath a tree, and the winter seems to be going on forever. But when Odd flees to the woods and releases a trapped bear, his luck begins to change. The eagle, bear and fox he encounters reveal they're actually Nordic gods, trapped in animal form by the evil Frost Giants who have conquered Asgard, the city of the gods. Can a twelve-year-old boy reclaim Thor's hammer, outwit the Frost Giants and release the gods?
What I Liked:
It only cost ONE RINGGIT!!!!!
Short and Sweet!
Light enough to read with one hand while stuck in a traffic jam!
Very light-hearted and whimsical writing.
I kinda like Odd. He's like a new Will Stanton.
What I Didn't Like:
Er... too short to have many flaws too.
Summary: Like I said, it was World Book Day (the UK one, anyway) a while back and Neil Gaiman was one of the authors commissioned to write this book. Last year my pick of the lot was Garth Nix, this year Gaiman.
This is a short and sweet little book. It's almost like a short story in fact. Gaiman's fascination with the Nordic gods continues here, but then, they are merely supporting characters for the more interesting Odd.
I like Odd. Despite all that's happening, he's a calm and collected little kid, just like Will Stanton in The Dark Is Rising (The books lar, not that obnoxious little American fart in the movie). Even the Frost Giant isn't so bad either. The way Gaiman has written the book, no one seems to be purely evil, just kinda, sorta, maybe bad; it's written in such a nice little whimsical way that you don't really want it to have any outright distressingly bad, evil moments. (oh, there ARE a little sorta dark bits in it, but nothing to distract you from the rest of the story).
Anyway, this book is a charming little read, even if it's a little too short, and I wished it were longer at times (especially when I finished it I was going ARGH NOT LONG ENOUGH!!!)
I hope Gaiman revisits the character of Odd sometime in the future, and make him the star of a PROPER novel (READ: in a not so short book!).
BTW, if you wanna get the book, go to Kinokuniya and look in the Children's Books section. The other RM1 books are also there for the taking. Go get them!
27 Dresses Not a review. Not a movie I'd usually pay to watch either. Poster so nice, movie so-so only It's a rom-com, what you expect lar? No monsters, No car chases, No superheroes. An not a SINGLE decapitation. Sien. There's horror though. As in OMG THOSE are the 27 Dresses? THE HORROR! They're not paying Heigl enough to wear them...
Eh wait, got superhero! Got Cyclops. Eh where's his visor? sien With a smile that big and shiny, You'd think he'd need a visor to shade his eyes. He's the male version of Julia Roberts I tell ya. So-so looks, BIG MEGAWATT SMILE. But he's not bad though. Better than that McDrippy guy in Enchanted, And better than that other guy with a wussy voice here. Too bad he got shafted in X-Men though.
Never mind got Katherine Heigl. She's the new Meg Ryan. Or new Kate Hudson, whatever. If she's not careful she'll be stuck in rom-coms all her life. Not that she's not good in them. Hey I like her, she's cute. A bit matronly in this movie but still cute. A bit annoying sometimes, but still cute. Doesn't show enough cleavage, but still cute. She doesn't need to show a lot of boob, Just needs to stand there with her cute smile. Sigh...
Whoever came up with those 27 dresses should be shot though. Especially for making Cute Heigl wear such hideous things. And why can't rom-coms come up with more original stories? That whole "journalist lies to girl for story but falls in love" angle... Yes yes it's sweet and chicks dig all that sweet sugary stuff, but it's so been there done that its not funny anymore. And it's giving a journalists a bad name ok? GET SOME NEW WRITERS GODAMMIT. Some that can weave in a few car chases and decapitations into the story. Now THAT is one rom-com I'd pay to watch.
So... yeah. Like the title says, I've been cleaning up the bookshelves a bit, and found some graphic novels I have that I reckon I don't really wanna keep around anymore...
So I'm selling them off CHEAP! Well, RELATIVELY cheap, compared to the market price out there, at least. And hey, most of these books are also in VERY GOOD CONDITION, some ALMOST NEW too, if I may add. And here they are....
If you're interested in buying them, email me at email@example.com so we can arrange to meet (Which also means I'm too lazy to mail the items and will only entertain buyers from Klang Valley... SORRY!)
Note: Market price for each of these tradepaperback graphic novels in a bookstore is about RM68-70, so the prices quoted here are actually REALLY cheap oledi... which also means that they are FIXED. Sorry, no negotiations! :P )
I used to dream of meeting celebrities. I wanted to meet the hot actresses and singers especially, because well, they were hot. I also wanted to meet my heroes such as Beyond, Jacky Cheung and so on. What I'd have done if I'd had met them then, I don't know. But I wanted to meet them.
Then, something funny happened. I got this job, and all of a sudden, meeting celebrities didn't seem like much fun anymore. It was just part of the job. And as many as I've met already, it's still not as many as some of my colleagues have met, and some of them have met even bigger names than I have (mine are mostly from Asia, sien).
The thing is... celebrity really doesn't mean much to me anymore. People have come up to me saying they know or met so and so before, but I'm usually like... yeah, so? You see, when you've peed next to Jackie Chan before (yes, I've done that haha, don't ask, and no I didn't try to take a peek), you sorta realise that celebrity is just a name we give people who are slightly more well-known, and that they are just ORDINARY PEOPLE, just like you and me.
Sure, people scream their name everywhere they go, and they have a lot more money than we do, but hey, the guys still pee standing up, and the girls are still prone to weak knees when it comes to sweet-talking jocks like Edison Chen (heh).
Yes, I still get reduced to being a fervent groupie/fanboy at times (though not as often as Reta ngehehe), especially the times I actually got to meet and talk to the remaining members of Beyond (and even taking a picture with them), meeting Jet Li, the guys from Coldplay (Chris Martin's pretty cool), and going out of my way just to see my childhood crush Vivian Chow (who is now old and isn't that hot anymore, sien); and I still dream of one day getting to interview people like Terry Pratchett, the guys at Pixar and so on. What I'll say when I do meet them, I still don't know.
As for local celebrities, sorrylar, I wouldn't recognise a local celebrity if they came up to me and slapped me in the face. The only ones I'd probably recognise would be the hot ones like Marion Caunter and so on, and even then it's because they're hot.
And blog celebs? HAH! Please lar. Some aren't even that good in the first place, some got popular by flashing a lot of cleavage and posting the pictures on their blog, and some have gotten popular because they were featured in some stupid mainstream newspaper by some silly journalist who really should have gotten hotter chicks for the cover hehehehegyahahahaha.
I'm not dissing ALL popular bloggers though. Some are nice. some are fun to hang out with. And some really are hot enough to be famous (and should be!). But then again, for every Suanie out there there is also some other thick-skinned jumping jackass who thinks he is popular enough to gatecrash a pyjama party he was not even invited to in the first place.
Anyway, where am I going with this? Nowhere whatsoever. I'm just musing aloud and showing off at the same time. Isn't that what blogs are for these days? To brag to the world that you took a picture with this famous gal, or touched this famous blogger's hand, or sing your praises of a certain blogger's lame jokes? Because that's what I'm doing now, aren't I? Cool, I'm a real blogger now! I wonder when Kenny's gonna link me OMG WTF BBQ.
Please lah. I'd settle for sharing a beer with Suanie or Fireangel over going to some overcrowded shopping complex just to see Wang Lee Hom in the flesh for five minutes.
Now excuse me while I go and bask in my aura of arrogant and smug superiority.
Don't know who he is? How about this picture then?
Yes, he's a toad, he's ugly as hell, and he has a damn long tongue as well. I bet that really gets him the chicks, eh?
Well, say what you want of Mr Park (sounds Korean, eh?), but he is one hell of an ass kicker. Especially when you can't see how ugly he really is.
Case in point, he was also THIS badass dude:
Still the most badass Sith Lord EVAR, and the one with the worse death scene EVAR.
And now, Park is ready to take on another cool cool role that doesn't require him to show his face. Introducing.... SNAKE EYES!
It won't hold a candle to the kickass-ness of Transformers, but with Ray Park as Snake Eyes, the G.I. Joe movie still gonna be worth watching, me thinks. Let's just hope he doesn't take off that damn mask...
Four women, four pretty decent albums. I should take a break from listening to obscure indie bands more often.
first up, Duffy and Adele..... They're two of the 'New Amys' that have been hyped up recently, but frankly, I think Adele and Duffy are a lot more listenable than the actual Amy herself.
In fact, I actually prefer Duffy to Winehouse, who tends to be a little TOO sneering on her songs sometimes. But, take a listen to Duffy's Mercy and you can see (or rather, hear) why people compare her to Amy sometimes.
As for Adele, I think her music is a lot more chill-out than Duffy or Amy's. My personal favorites? Chasing Pavements and Hometown Glory. the rest of the album's not bad to, just like Duffy.
Let's move on from the New Amys to an old lesbian, shall we? KD Lang's got a new album too, Watershed, and it's her first original one in eight years. To tell the truth, it actually sounds more folksy than country but that's just me. I'm no expert though, since I haven't heard a single KD Lang song before this, but after a few listens, there ARE a few songs on Watershed that I kinda sorta maybe like. I think.
And finally, there's Goldfrapp. The Seventh Tree is the first and only album of 2008 that I've actually had on loop more often than In Rainbows (and that's no mean feat ok?), and I've also listened to A&E more often than I've listened to any other song this year. It's no dance album, this, but it's perfect pop, and it's got the perfect and most gorgeous pop song of the year so far... what's not to like eh?
Now that Mosaic, Sunburst and Explosions in the Sky have come and gone, and the next big concert coming up is er.. er... Celine Diong, I guess it's time to get back to basics and go for smaller gigs now eh? Here're a couple that MIGHT interest you coming up this month...
Now shoo. It's too early for me to be too articulate.
Match It For Pratchett? What Brand is that you ask? And what's so special about it?
Well, for one, the money I paid for this shirt is all going to research for Alzheimers disease. What's a shirt got to do with Alzheimers?
As I've already lamented before on this blog, Terry Pratchett announced a few months back that he has Alzheimers, and he recently donated one million bucks to the Alzheimer’s Research Trust Network (go read his letter to the Trust here: it's got L. Ron Hubbard, Greek Choruses, and Lara Croft's buttocks, making for one of the funniest 'donation letters' I've ever read).
Here's an excerpt:
Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Terry Pratchett, author of a series of inexplicably successful fantasy books and I have had Alzheimer’s now for the past two years plus, in which time I managed to write a couple of bestsellers. I have a rare variant. I don’t understand very much about it, but apparently if you are going to have Alzheimer’s it’s a good one to have. So, a stroke of luck there then…
Anyway, where does my T-shirt come in then? Well, a bunch of Pratchett's fans have apparently set up a fund in which they are trying to get Pratchett fans from ALL OVER THE WORLD to help MATCH Pratchett's donation, and you can check it out at MATCHITFORPRATCHETT.ORG.
There, you can either donate by giving money directly to the Alzheimer's Research Trust, use the Tip Jar to give a donation or like me, buy a T-Shirt. Of course, you don't actually have to spend any money if you chose to. You can just blog about it, or tell your friends about it. Jsut spread the word!
So there you have it. If you love Pratchett's books, and you believe in supporting a good cause, then head on over to Match It For Pratchett and show your support now!
PS: Take note that the website is actually an UNOFFICIAL one, so if you really want to make sure your donation goes to the right place, you can donate directly to the fund HERE. Me, I liked the shirt so much I decided to buy that instead. :D
Arthur C. Clarke, a writer whose seamless blend of scientific expertise and poetic imagination helped usher in the space age, died early Wednesday in Colombo, Sri Lanka, where he had lived since 1956. He was 90.
And another one bites the dust. Sigh.
I'm ashamed to say that I wasn't not even sure if Arthur C. Clarke was still alive until I found out he just died. I mean, this is one of the Science Fiction Legends we're talking about, one of the names spoken in the same breath as those of Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert and Philip K. Dick. And I didn't know he was still alive. Oh the shame...
Although Clarke wasn't exactly one of my favorite writers (I've only ever read 2001: Space Odyssey, though I do own a couple more of his books), I have to salute him for what he brought to the Science Fiction genre. And for helping Stanley Kubrick make one hell of a film.
So here's to you, Arthur C. Clarke, creator of worlds, visionary of the future, collaborator of Kubrick, and Legend of Science Fiction. Say hi to Isaac and Frank for me.
He had such good time that he completely forgot about me and left me in his bag until halfway through the party, and even then he only took me out so he can show off to the pretty loofah girl! HMPH!!! Samore he purposely put my legs on backwards samore! Double HMPH!!! GRRRRR.
But never mind, once I was out, I turned out to be more popular than eyeris, because that silly fellow kononnya wanna remain anonymous so he wear that stupid helmet around all the time. So of course I was more handsome lar! MUAHAHAHA!
See, he has to resort to pretending to be ultraman so he can be the centre of the attention!
Never mind, later I also got to camwhore with the bloggers, and even got a kiss!
(picture 'borrowed' from Revel In Me, aka the girl in the hot pink nightie)
Optimash Prime is a hit with the chicks! (look how 'diketepikan' eyeris is in this picture down here. haha!)...
...and Optimash also nearly asked this pretty teddy bear out for more drinks:
(Picture taken from povege, aka the girl with the cute teddy)
Whereas eyeris had to be content with drinking his own beer. Yes, Optimash Prime PWNS eyeris! MUAHAHA!
And that's all from me! If anyone else has any pictures of me (and that silly fella in an Optimus Prime helmet), please send to me also kthxbai!!!
No, really. Forget Hulk. Forget Iron Man. To me, the year's best trailer so far is this one....
This is Wall-E.
He is working to dig you out!!
He plays paddleball!
He wears bras!
This is Eve.
Eve meets Wall-E.
And they hold hands... (awwwww)
And then they fly off into space....
Well, not exactly. But click below to go watch and watch the Wall-E trailer, and be charmed and charmed again and so charmed that you'll want to watch it over and over again. It's that nice, I tell ya...