What is wrong with SONY people?!?

Ok Kalyan, I'll take the bait...
I don't really have the energy to expend elucidating the idiocy of this ad campaign for Sony's new PSP White. The ad says very little about the product (PlayStation Portable) but SO very much about the company promoting it. Like so many other attempts to incite ire and inadvertent interest, it has succeeded. I doubt our friends at Sony would have the balls to post that madness anywhere near a city like Atlanta. Thus, I say no more. [Link]

I mean, I totally don't understand what the big deal is. I mean, it's just about color. Like, if they had two asian girls and one was wearing red and white and the other one was wearing red and yellow and the one in red and white was gripping the crap out of the one in red and yellow's face, I mean no big deal. It wouldn't have the lingering air of several hundred years of history or anything. I mean, like what multi-billion dollar international corporations pay attention to history these days? For reals.

Krrish in Question

I will sum up my experience seeing Krrish in a countdown of brief retorical questions.

10. Why is Priyanka Chopra SO pretty?

9. Why in all of Singapore, a country where English is an official language, did they find a man who spoke English so poory, um poorly?

8. Why as a semi-conscious, invalid does Hrithik Roshan still look remotely endearing?

7. Why did someone other than Krrish's grandma think that a beat up grey jacket from 1972 still looked cute?!?

6. Why did the evil scientist talking directly to the screen remind me of Parker Lewis Can't Lose?

5. Why do I think the only way the Gahadur character could have been more weird/annoying is if he was played by Johnny Lever?

4. Why did song #1, look a lot like song #3 with about 2 minor changes?

3. Why is it that Archana Puran Singh, aka "Boss" looks like she's a first cousin to Pam Grier aka "Foxy Brown"?

2. Why did Hrithik's extra digit get more screen time than a Coca-Cola in Kuch Naa Kaho?

And #1...
1. Why during the "interval" while waiting in line for more popcorn, did a cute little (teenage) boy with a red turban ask me and my (white & asian) girlfriends, "You guys like this stuff?"

Do I like this stuff? I LOVE this stuff!!! Actually, I answered, "I just love Hrithik Roshan and--(thanks babasko!)--I heard the second half was better than the first." I had heard him telling his friends who were sitting behind us "Look!" every time Hrithik's stray thumb made an appearance. I was doing the same thing to my friends so I guess we bonded. ;0)

Filmi Me again...

On a personal note, I mean to post more but I've been horribly distracted by work--of all things!--and my ever absorbing "hobby" of filmmaking. I have 15 days left to be completely and totally ready to lead my team to victory in the 48Hour Film Project in which somehow or another I will be directing a short film. Yikes! Deep down inside I've always thought about directing but now that I have a crew of people depending on me I'm like, What have I done?!?

Unfortunately, there won't be any Bollydancing but if I have my way, there'll be musical festivity! At some point I'll post the needlessly tragic first piece I worked on as well...

Shahrukh Khan & Eric Estrada

So I coerced one of my Lao friends into watching K3G with me this evening in order to provide a proper contrast to Krrish which she had enjoyed Sunday afternoon with me and a previously mentioned Bollywood indoctrinee (pmBi). The contrast was necessary because as pmBi stated after leaving Krrish, "I'm kinda disappointed they didn't have more Shava Shava type songs." Point well taken!

After thoroughly explaining that Shahrukh Khan is THE Tom Cruise of India--not always hot but typically cute and endearing--midway through the condensed version of K3G, (note: I have a method that is guaranteed to provide a 2-hour viewing time. Sorry Poo!), my friend exclaims, "I know who he looks like! The guy from that old show--CHiPS!" Baahaaahaaahaa!!!

Not my beloved Shahrukh! Say it ain't so. I'm not sure I can trust her judgement. I mean she hates his eyebrows! Like come on, everyone knows how endearing they are...

Pastor Murda Mase?!?

Folks, some stuff just ain't right. I might be a little late but I just found out a week or so ago that Ma$e joined forces with 50¢. (I don't if your father is Darth Vader, there is NO excuse for joining the DarkSide.) Quite honestly, I don't usually care very deeply about the goings-ons of the rich and famous but on this one I have to ask, Did our friend Ma$e lose his mind and forget to take his meds? Is he the anti-Christ? Perhaps a strange turn of events caused him to become demon-possessed...

There has to be some sort of logical explaination behind such a cyclical turn of events. I mean, seriously, it looks like he's pulling a Larry Flynt a la I met Jesus so I quit my sorrid livelihood, Jesus didn't quite "work out" so I'm returning to my previous livlihood complete with new and nasty image. What kind of foolishness is that?!? I mean, if it was just about money, I know he coulda got a spot on TBN to promote his new ministry *cough*...but I digress...

[Is that Creflo? Oh no, that IS Mase. But they look so similar!]

Furthermore, everyone's friend Creflo Dollar has invited Pastor Murda Ma$e to speak at his church on July 9!!! Lest you think I'm simply being religious and pretentious, let me share some lyrics with you. I don't care what religion you ascribe to (or don't) the incongruity of this is quite obvious. [From 300 shots]

You know you messin' with a n*gga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while there's two in the kitchen.
Put guns in n*ggaz mouth like 'Who's u dissin'?'
Be a year 'fore they knew who u was missin', n*gga.
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain,
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name.
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men,
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men.
I pop n*ggaz in the chest, they never breathe again.

That part about this that burns me the most is that people depend on sensationalism 1000% more than they depend on God. Go figure! I really CANNOT understand that at all. The public likes hype but they'll only take so much. Like my friends over at the Revolution say, "Get real. Get pure." And that's all I have to say about that.

It works!!!

I called Krrish's name and he's coming to a theater near me!!! One of my Bollywood indoctrinees just sent me a text message to let me know that none other than Bollywood boyfriend #1 will be featured THIS Sunday at the art house theater in town. Oh my gosh! What a total freakout!

Toya, I owe you many thanks. I mean I might have missed out on one of the greatest beauties of our times...

[I really need to stop. The way my life goes, I'll probably meet Hrithik one day, be on the verge of tears and stuttering.]

Why I have a perm

On a ludicrously personal note, I have finally realized that I MUST keep my hair relaxed. Most who know me outside of blogland will probably find that statement amusing while the two random folks who were keeping hope alive will find it disappointing.

The fact is, I like having nappy hair. Hair with texture is the coolest! Think of Maxwell or Lenny Kravitz. They wouldn't be the hotties they are without their rebellious manes. The near-bald basketball player cut doesn't even make half the impression a large, fluffy head of hair does.

That said, I once had a beautiful afro. I had a chemical-free head of hair and lots of it. I found it really amusing that people would stare at me and ask if my hair was real. The afro I can understand not believing but even when I wore it in two-strand twists [before it was a hot trend, mind you] other black people would ask if my hair was real! In those days, a mere 10 years ago, no one could really remember what black people's hair looked like because no one had seen it since "Black Power."

I've always felt that permanently straightening one's hair is a bit disingenuous. Why is it that the natural growth pattern of my hair was acceptable when I was a child but I was increasingly pressured to straighten it as I grew older? Why is it that I could not get a job in any but the most radically cosmopolitan of cities with my hair in its natural state? I would get my hair braided before job searching because the process went a lot more smoothly.

All this brings me to the present. I am in a state of mourning for the simple fact that my life no longer affords me the luxury of spending 6-8 hours washing and styling every week to maintain a head of rebellious hair. I was in the process of growing my hair out--about 1.5" of naps so far--and had to admit, however reluctantly, that I can't do naps anymore. Naps are not an option for more than 6" of my hair and my presently hectic lifestyle.

Straight hair doesn't REALLY fit my personality like the textured and unruly tresses of my past. Nappy roots are my heritage. I shall miss them dearly.

[FYI, the photo is not of me but her hair looks like mine. Check her hair diary out here.]

Krrish Trailer

Krrish! Krrish! Krrish!
I'm hoping he's like Superman, you call his name and he appears...
Anyways, here's the trailer. I doubt if this film is coming to Nashville anytime soon. Lord knows I'm not above buying a bootleg. Alas, this seems like something worth seeing in the theater.

Sucker for Silliness

Yes, well, I am driven to post. Dear Beth sent me a most intriguing email about none other than one Hrithik Roshan. It seems, in shameless promotion of his upcoming summer blockbuster Krrish, there will be dolls—idols, one might be tempted to surmise but please don't—in the likeness of Bollywood Boyfriend #1 made available to the Hrithik-hungry public. In a shamless act of self-deprecation, let me say, "I am among them." Do think of me in India Beth. Please do.

Lonely in Springtime

This completely off-topic post is an attempt to encourage all young lovers to enjoy love when it appears. This is the first spring/summer in three years that I've been single in a completely solitary fashion. [Don't ask.] There's nothing like balmy weather to remind you of picnics in the park, roadtrips, taking your two dogs for a walk, and the general sense of security--reminicient of a warm spring breeze--that having a reliable significant other can bring. Fortunately, in the southern parts of the US, Spring is being ejected by a forceful coup d'etat called SUMMER. And I'm glad. Heatstroke is far favorable to heartache.