Goddess, I Am.

I regularly declare my undying love for bad movies in this blog. You know, the kind of movies that are soooo bad that they’re brilliantly funny. Well, there’s not a lot of those going around these days, unfortunately. Most of the bad movies that I’ve seen recently were just, well, bad. Like this movie called The Losers that The Husband made me sit through one evening.

So I have now progressed (or regressed, depending on how you look at it) to bad music videos of the 80s. I have The Sister to thank for this. She posted a video of Joy’s Touch by Touch on Facebook one night, and we’ve been hooked since. I mean, really, who names an all-male band ‘Joy’? And who knew lip-synching and slideshow effects were so big in the late 80s?

You don’t know what I’m talking about? Watch these videos. You’re in for a treat, I tell you!

A pink blazer. Identical white booties. A useless guitar. Expressive eyes. Fierce shoulder moves. I am humbled, truly.

This time, no guitar! Awkward! A profusion of acid wash. More slideshow effects. And that has got to be the soft-shoe shuffle that Neil Gaiman keeps talking about in Anansi Boys! I DIE!

I know, I know. It doesn’t take much to amuse me. Pervy lyrics usually do that for me. The videos are a bonus.

I’m going to look for more gems from the 80s because I just love it when I can’t stop laughing. It makes a nice diversion from when I have to write snoozefest articles on “personal injury lawyers Tucson” and “invoice factoring” and the like.

It boggles the mind how people on Facebook are starting to post family photos with ‘Merry Christmas’ greetings this early. In fact, it boggles the mind how people have the gall to send or post photo holiday cards at all. I mean, what do they expect us, the recipients, to do? Frame it? Be all googly-eyed about it?

Seriously, I find it so unbelievably vain and self-indulgent. I’d rather get one of those singing Christmas cards with the generic Hallmark sentiment, to be honest, rather than be sent photos of a family dressed like elves, looking all falsely cheery and ridiculous. And really, not in October, please.

I must admit, though, most of these photos are quite appropriate for Halloween. Tee hee.

I always make it a point to stay up half the night to follow Apple events because, well, that’s what fan girls do. I was too exhausted to wait for last night’s Back to the Mac event, though. And I was too scared to face a potentially hot new Macbook Air with a husband still waiting for his long-overdue Macbook Pro.

But it was impossible to escape the news of the new Macbook Air, especially with Chin emailing me first thing, asking me what I thought of it. So with great trepidation, I hurriedly read about it . . . and was not blown away, for once. Oh, don’t get me wrong. The 11-incher is absolutely stunning; the graphics, very impressive. The flash storage would’ve been great, too, if only it wasn’t so measly. That processor, however, is about as exciting as herpes simplex – probably less to some people. I’ve never been one to lambast Apple, but this new Macbook Air really is one big, gigantic anti-climax for me. I’m disappointed.

I suppose it’s not a bad system for folks who sit in Starbucks playing Facebook games and what not, but it’s definitely not good enough for hard-core users like myself. (By hard core, I mean running 2 OS’s simultaneously using VMWare Fusion 3; Aperture 3 and Photoshop CS4 for photo editing; and dozens of open browsers, spreadsheets, documents, and FTP transfers all the freakin’ time.) The saddest part is it would’ve been very acceptable if it wasn’t priced like the more powerful entry-level Macbook and Macbook Pro. It defies practicality and logic – for me, at least.

But moving on, I absolutely cannot wait for Mac OS X Lion. My Snow Leopard has served me well, but as someone who runs a gazillion apps simultaneously from the moment I start up Octavian, I definitely NEED the new Mission Control feature. The Launchpad is pretty nifty, too, but I’m absolutely terrified of the Mac App Store.

Honestly, though, I’m actually quite relieved that the new Macbook Air turned out to be a disappointment. My Mac lust is hereby shelved – at least, for a few more months. When they start putting i7 processors in the 13-inch Macbook Pros, well, that’s another story!

According to Facebook, nearly everyone I know and their uncles are either sick, about to be sick, or really sick. I’m betting Blue Cross NC is having a field day.

At first,thought there was some sort of outbreak that I haven’t heard of. But as it turns out, the crazy weather is to blame.

I heard this typhoon is going to be a big one. I’m hoping everyone – especially those up north – and the government are now better prepared for it than they were right about this time last year.

Stay safe and dry, folks. Let’s not let this typhoon dampen our spirits. Pun intended.

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I have to confess. I have never been to Club Ultima. Well, at least, until last Saturday when The Sister and I attended the launching of Cebu Tropical Beauty 2010 (where two of Innuendo’s models are contestants) AND when I got my hair done today. Hard to believe, I know, considering it’s probably the most impressive of all the city’s steel buildings, but the place and everything it has to offer have never been appealing to me.

After a quick look-see, though, I must admit that the place has a pretty cool concept. The attractions could be better, though. I mean, seriously, The Edge Coaster? The Sky Walk Extreme? Yawnfest. I say, put in a turbo drop, or a kick-ass roller coaster! Cebu could use something cool like that. But hey, it looked like a lot of things were still in the works at Club Ultima, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

These are just my first impressions. Methinks we’ll try the day spa next.

Oh, and do vote for our girls. First, you have to LIKE the Cebu Tropical Beauty 2010 fanpage on Facebook HERE.

Then, you can either vote for MHON (number 5):

Or, Dayniel (number 12):

In fact, why not vote for BOTH while you’re at it? Gorgeous, nubile, young things, aren’t they?