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Some Blog Housekeeping

Some of you might notice that I've changed a few things in the ol' blog. The previous template was a drag to update, and since I'm no HTML wiz, I decided to do a revamp of sorts. (Some of you might know that I tend to do this once in a while, so thanks for putting up with me guys. I appreciate it.)
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Liberalism and Tolerance

I used to think I was an all-out liberal.

I had all the makings of one. I was (or I wanted to be) a writer, I was all for equal rights, I was all about kindness and justice. I liked drinking, living the free life, staying up late, burning the candle from both ends. It was a free world, and people were free to live as they dreamed. After all, your dreams are what make you, and if you can't indulge in your creativity, then it's a very dull world indeed.

Nowadays, I'm not so sure. I'm still a drinker, I still write for a living. I believe in justice, but not so much in kindness. I still stay up late, and I still think that creativity is important in keeping the world a great, happy place.

While Listening to Rossini Late One Night

I'm listening to Rossini's La Gazza Ladra on Spotify. Since part of what I do for work has me sleeping at odd hours, I'm usually alone when I listen to classical music, and it's very peaceful. It doesn't make writing, updating the books, or looking through the shit-ton of files in the ageing filing cabinet any easier, but at least I'm not barking like an angry dog at every little thing.

They say that classical music enhances the intelligence, an old wives' tale that I don't really put that much stock to. I mean, science also says that heavy metal calms the nerves; I listen to heavy metal music, but it doesn't really do much to calm me down, I've discovered. So it stands to reason that it's doubtful that classical music does anything to make you more intelligent. At least to my reason, anyway.

Thoughts on Books that Became Television Shows

I tried watching/reading A Song of Ice and Fire, but it never really resonated with me. And that's despite the sex and violence. I'd never really heard of GRRM before this, and even after, I'm still not even sure if it's something that's worth my time.

There'd been plenty of other examples of books successfully transitioning to the TV before this, such as Dexter, Bones, and even The Vampire Diaries (ew), but none have the massive following of Game of Thrones. And none, as far as I'm aware, have influenced other would-be producers and showrunners as much. In just a few short years, you have cable TV shows scrambling to ape GOT, with Black Sails (which ended last year, sadly), last year's much-celebrated Westworld, and this year, Starz's American Gods and Hulu's The Handmaid's Tale.

Musings on The Eraserheads and Playing Music

I don’t think there’s anything that can relax me quite like a session spent listening to the Eraserheads. As a lifelong Eheads fan, I can just sit back (or lie back), close my eyes, and sing along to the lyrics that bring me back to those long, sunny afternoons of my youth where there was nothing to worry about, except what song to listen to next.
I don’t exactly remember how I started listening to the band. But I believe my first cassette (yes, cassette) was “Cutterpillow”, their third album with hits like Torpedo and Ang Huling El Bimbo, the latter of which has gone on to become one of the classics, a number that's gone on to be remade and replayed, to the point of obsolescence.

The Best Fried Chicken in Town - And their Utensils!

Everybody loves fried chicken. And in Manila, there are plenty of fried chicken options for the scintillating connoisseur. Thanks to 24-hour fast food staples like Jollibee and KFC, or dependable corner stores like Mini Stop and Family Mart, the average hungry Pinoy isn’t going to run out of that fried chicken fix at any hour of the day. And, you guessed it, the fat man is no exception. But my love for fried chicken is only matched by my hatred for the utensils that these establishments provide. Aside from KFC, none of the places serving easily accessible fried chicken seem to care about the quality of the tools for eating said chicken. Sure, you could be eating the chicken by hand, but sometimes, that isn’t an option.

Drop Your Razors!

I’ve never, ever participated in Movember, or No Shave November, whichever you want to call it, but not because I’m not sympathetic to the causes either of the two is trying to push. It’s more due to the fact that I have my own thing when it comes to growing facial hair. I can’t, for the life of me, stand my facial hair for very, very long; there will always come a point wherein my beard meets a pair of scissors somewhere down the line, and suddenly the true depth of my double chin is made visible. I do have a couple of habits—or seasons, if you like—when it comes to trimming my ‘stache and beard, though. Right off the bat, I can name three: The Fruits of Patience, The Threat of Balance, and The Good Man.