最新一輯大獲Facebook 的藝青好評。由於太多好評，同好多其他充滿好評的作品，如house of cards game of thrones West world altered carbon 一般，唔好搞我了。
那令我聯想到我跟兒子每朝看的卡通，regular show。才發覺black mirror 跟regular show犯下同一問題⋯⋯套路太單一，太悶，俗話是根本集集差不多。
It’s a movie that used to attract me when I still hooked on iTunes for movies. Then was the time I wanted to watch the movie so much but I just couldn’t, because it kept at its 138 hkd. Simply put, too expensive then. Then I bought a new and more powerful windows laptop for my family, and so I hooked on iTunes less frequently. Then I realised that I was not so hooked on movies than I thought, so I was watching less and less movies with time. Then I forgot totally I used to fancy that movie, that no review had been given as far as I was then concerned. A movie I didn’t even know what it was about. Maybe it was just the girl in cover whom I didn’t know so I was interested in the movie.
So it’s been a long time, until I got this movie dvd during dumpsters sale in hmv. Those sales of the chain that you can get three movies at about £10. Until I even watched Juno, a movie that so many people told me was a very good movie, on my flight back Hong Kong that shitty city. Until people even forget there used to b a Hollywood star named Branden Fraser who starred in the mummy. I finally watched it. Gimme shelter.
Not until I watched gimme shelter did I think Juno was a good movie. I even cried a little bit at the scene when Juno talked to her dad before she made her decision. Warm, funny, lollipop sweety, with a tint of indie. Hallmark of foxlight movies. Gimme shelter changed all that. Both movies talked about teen pregnancy. Same social issue. Gimme shelter helped me make sense of how stupid Juno is.
Or put it correctly. Juno is a romantic version of how a white nerdy high school girl fantasies how her pregnancy would turn to be: a little bit struggle personally, interpersonally, but all within the bubble of a loving and family, who stand by your every crazy idea. Then you meet another more wealthy family who love to pay the hell for your baby-would-be. So cool that you can even high five her like your hockey mate, pledging your heroic you in I’m in. And after all that, the boy who put you on the dole doesn’t go anywhere, hugging you on the bed and guitar your way out like never ever fucking happens. It’s kind of lovely though.
Gimme shelter, instead have you realised that hard fact of what would be like to be a teen pregnant girl, assuming that you are already so fucking lucky to meet someone at the cross road. Someone else not lucky enough can’t even make it to the crossroad, got caught mid on or mid off. Or on the back slip. No matter what. You won’t have none that Juno had, or you never gonna be teen pregnant. But it may be both versions are true. It may be the same old alternate fates for white and for black when ones got some mess to sort out.
Last night I had dinner with a couple who struggle whether they should have babies. I am the bulwark against the idea, preaching it’s the worst time for who the fuck is born in Hong Kong this shitty city. After dinner and all gone. My wife gave her unsurprising dry wit about what I’d said, “now is the worst time, alright. Then what is the best time? World War II? Think about them. They will b old. Who’s gonna take care of them?"
Right. Hate to say, but I am unsurprisingly a stupid in my wife, whose wit way above my imagination, whose vision beyond my horizon. Besides revealing my theory, as my other theories, nothing but solipsism excuses, she pinched one important point that was reflected in gimme shelter
Pregnancy is a hard and harsh challenge. There’s no fantasy, just grit, to get out of the thorns and briers path, fucking slowly. Gimme shelter. I love it.
I know second amendment. I know full well the mascot rifle argument is weak. I know full well second amendment means everyone in us can arm to protect yourself, to an extreme that it may imply equivalent arms to government, in your case implying a nuke bomb.
No one fucking care whether people can have nuke bombs or not. All we want is to support your March, for a real way of preventing the same news happening again and again.
The whole world supports you children
It is a Skynews debate show every saturday. Guests more than not are bullshitting all the time.
But this one, so recently, was good.
If I have ever learnt anything for the last 2 years, it’s that arguments never win. They keep on. To let it keep on, we should find some way of engaging different views, rather than crushing one side to death, which is never possible.
有說烈酒入腸必好夢。可是朋友招待了一杯50度神户白蘭地酒，加一杯日本50度威士忌後，即使重看Brooklyn 至十二時多，還是睡到四時就醒。我不知道是烈酒作用，soarise ronan 的難忘，還是壓根兒心情不好睡不著覺。
早兩天幫忙做考官面試。沒有特別跟自己老細溝通過角色，但即場就有份默契，就是老細釋演good guy，我則作bad guy，刁難應徵者。我也樂於這樣做。原因一，我本身就是很多bad guy的想法，只是性格懦弱，平時無論實體還是虛擬空間，還是選擇有些人認為的虛偽。
每一個應徵者來到，我都聽到老細的聲音問，now may I have you introduce yourself. Why do you think you are capable of the job. 每一次我腦裡都想我怎麼答。我是否都應該嘗試準備好，萬一有啥冬瓜豆腐，都可以答。
Ok. Thank you for giving me this platform to recap what I done and been doing up to present. The present that I speak with you, just a chance, perchance I’ve got something I have wanted to do so much I didn’t do. A goal I’ve been catching all along before I meet you, but futile, like children who want to catch a star.
My first degree was geography, a subject I traded with my Chinese literature because I thought I loved it and I would be loving it. Turning out I, like present，didn’t love it as much as I expected. I don’t like rocks and mountains. I don’t fancy visiting places with geomorphic process spectaculus. And I never is those environmentalists banging against everyone yelling crisis after crisis. I know full well I’m the crisis. Human beings are the only things that been making the earth so sick, so sickening that better getting rid of. Better do without that we better have a bomb stock equip our semi automatic we’d kill them all.
Thank his almighty we don’t have tools here to kill the ones we hate most. Self. So I knew I have to move on. Town planning may be a way out. Maybe something I would like. Grab a chance to chase something I think I would like. Turning out again I didn’t like it as much as I should have expected of myself. This self again i hate so much but I know I have to take care of. Like a Chinese government to its slaves, or citizens. Literally I can’t tell no difference.
So I grabbed that chance, perchance it came, once. To do a job with many meanings according to something. That I keep telling myself I am serving something above self. A job that should be satisfying. Tiring, but keep hiring, sucking everyone in for fucking nothing if I really ask this self, living in those fissures in my heart.
Chasing, regret, and chasing again. Repeat my error that no one can’t do no against. Chasing the future that used to define my success, and then regretting about the past, that thing that i accomplished but I can’t never get.
That something. Someone say it’s about my being too self-centric. I should pick something at present that’s not earned, but gifted from up high. Humbled for him who been taking care of me up to this present. And be grateful of the past. Be hopeful of future. That’s what life is.
So I grab this present, this moment, to say thank you for staying here for so long for my bullshit. I love you. Or I hate you, as much as I hate myself. And I think that’s fine then. Thank you.
Ps. I am a shit writer. But I’ve just listened to the first poem of a great writer, that I share with you. About the love who dumped him midway, and gave him fame afterwards. I think that’s fine then.
What sense can I make, of
What you’ve been doing, guys?
Trolling, yes trolling. But what are all those trolls about?
What have you been trolling for? Boys and girls
What are you fucking fighting for, fighters?
Every week, every day, you pick one thing out of nothing, someone in the most invisible corners, you would pick for something you find infuriating, a
Him, or her, just thing, just anything, to give you some meaning to live, which more often than not means nothing to you.
She means nothing to you man! You don’t fucking care one iota of what’s saying from her, or him, or any name you give.
Now, she becomes your gift, to your god. You say to yourselves, to the one next to you,
“It’s her turn now. It’s time."
You pick up your torch of burning flames, follow your herd, in the darkest dark, to
Fetch her, or him, or anything whose turn it is for your game, your fucking name shaming game.
Torch her, burn her, cremate her to ash, for the sake of her blame.
But what did she done man?
What’s her blame?
What you fucking fighting for?
For science, fuck that I haven’t known you of caring science so much! You don’t even tell prime numbers from others!
For children? For fuck sake I have known you for hating them! So much that you want them die in your front you hypocrite!
For mankind? Oh fuck me you do care your kind, your world you selfish mental. Being all but your generation is your mantle!
You fucking mental, picking anyone who make you mental.
One of a time, a sly, a slime, to suck it out your kind. She’s your kind. This time.
And feeling like in a group of self righteous caring group torching the unscientific,
But yesterday you hate someone scientific systematic. What are you? What have you? What are you possessed today.
To feel yourselves together to do something you feel meaningful. To give you s tiny tints of belonging well being
Being anything, rather than nothing,
Rather than accepting
What happens means nothing.
We are nothing