Babbling Point

+ THINGS THAT GO BUMP DURING LATE NIGHT When we were kids, we used to watch THE TONIGHT SHOW WITH JOHNNY CARSON and LATE NIGHT WITH DAVID LETTERMAN on the very snowy FEN17. I guess that's were I got the crazy idea that I could be a talk show host when I grew up. Years later, when I got gigs to interview celebritries for glossy magazines, I always imagined that I was behind a desk and that my mini-tape recorder was a mircophone. That was the closest I got to fulfulling my crazy dream. Well that, and everytime I got the chance to be the emergency co-host of Jessica Zafra. Of course, I'm still waiting for some sexy celeb to flash me. That dream has yet to happen.

+ BLOCKED Deadline for the stories is 12 days away and I still have no idea what to write. Made worse by this ad I'm supposed to be writing but I can't seem to get past the instructions to "make headline bigger" and "make headline more direct". Two very simple instructions which I can't seem to bring myself to doing. I should. And move on to the next ad. Move on to writing my stories. But I'm stuck. Help. There. Just wanted to say all that before I go back to writing this ad. BIGGER HEADLINE. MORE DIRECT. Sure. Okay. No problem.

:) What I Should've Done Many summers ago, I fell in love with a girl who I thought was the girl of my dreams. Towards the end of May, the girl of my dreams met the guy of her dreams. (To my surprise, it wasn't me.) The night she told me about, I stood outside the gate of her house and grovelled to be let inside. (Well, it was more like whimper to be let inside.) I beeped her using my Motorola StarTac Analog celfone. She didn't reply. So, I sat down the sidewalk of her street and called up Mark and begged for an explanation why the hell the girl of my dreams would leave me. We talked till the battery of the StarTac died. (Good thing I had a spare battery-- which was the side of a cigarette case.) How I wish I had seen RICHARD CURTIS' LOVE ACTUALLY before that devasting summer night. I should've come up with a plan-- a gimmick that she'd remember and make me oh so endearing, instead of being oh so revolting because of all my grovell...

:) !Click! Eddieboy's excellent photographs are now online. How I wish he'd also upload the pictures from Club Dredd. And I still think Karen should write about the glory days (and nights) of that club and call it THE BOOK OF DREDD.

:) SUPER STUFF Check out the Maritess' online store ! Your favorite, friendly OFW is back! Lots of crazy little merch that will help a whole lot of people. All proceeds will go to the Save Bindlestiff fund . For more info on Bindlestiff please go to http://www.bindlestiffstudio.org .

+ a clean, well-lighted internet cafe 3:20am I'm in an internet cafe. No one in this place is surfing the net. Well, maybe two or three more people are checking out Friendster. Everyone else is playing some netgame. (Mostly Counter-Strike, so every is yelling and shouting that they've been shot, need back-up, need more money to keep on playing.) How I wish there were a a 24-hour internet cafe where the kids didn't come to play games. That it would be a real cafe with real coffee. Where they didn't play loud hiphop music. A Starbucks with internet access. I'd love that. Can't we have that? Unfortunately, such a thing won't make money in this city, which is why every so-called internet cafe has become gaming central. Nothing wrong with that. The rest of us poor surfers just have the suffer the explosions and shouting matches while checking mail and blogging. I've been driving around. Ended up here. Try...