An optimistic post about Greece, I kid you not:)

For the ones among you that are still alive since my last post and, for some perverted reason, keep visiting this blog space now and then I have to say : " You are da bombs!" whatever this massacrism of the english language truely means. When I kickstarted this blogdiocy of sorts back in the day of blo(r)gasm all around the internet, I intended for only one thing: "World Peace!". Well, not really but it seems that every leader around the globe has that somewhere in their agenda right before "free ice cream for the general public" and "taxes for taxes sake". Yeah, that sounds right about right in my book more or less.

Now, I am no leader since my number of minions is currently in the zeros and truth be told my only true future follower is currently incubating in the sexy womb of my other half (but more on that on a future post, let's not lose our focus here people!). The point of this post is that Greece isn't dead for the obvious reason that I am Greek and I am writing this excruciatingly painful for readers blog post, about my country. Contrary to what global media may have made you believe, Greeks are not tearing eachother apart for a loaf of bread (give us time we will meet your shitastic "expectations" in an alternative universe someday global bullshiters out there). Now this may come as a shock to you out there but we still proudly eat our tzatziki and consume gyros and greek salad, albeit in lesser quantities than before. So, yeah a lot of unemployment around this part of the world to which I have fallen a "proud" victim of, since a few months back. Oh well, more time for blogging till the next job I suppose:).

So yeah, we learned as a country that money do not materialize out of thin air and can suddenly become invisible from one day to the next, bummer! Oh well, nobody is perfect:).

Now in these "dark times" where every youtube video has some mentioning of the "greek tragedy" in progress, it really matters how one views the proverbial glass, half full or half empty. It does make a difference and I am not necessarily a representative greek specimen (since I obviously lack any common sense which is always a plus). The way I see it, all this crisis can really do to greeks, is force them to revaluate some things they took for granted and return to what truely matters in life: "sex and feta cheese!". Hmmm..., nah, scrub that example off the black board, it sucks and I won't have any of it.

The basic organisation of the greek state has always been "selectively objective" towards people with the right connections. Still, despite not all people having the right connections, there was never any serious "life threatening" problem of cash flowing in greek households (don't ask me where it all came from they just appeared out of thin air I tell you, LOL).Truth be told, most of greek families are not wealthy and are just getting by but there was always "an illusion of grandeur" in the citizens of this country for no apparent reason. Greeks are driven by some uncanny 'bon viveur" twist that makes them celebrate and destroy (at the same time because we are the gods of multitasking) the blessed by nature beautiful place they live on. You see Greece is one of the most beautiful places on earth with great diversity of landscape and the only ones that take it for granted and do not appreciate it enough are the Greeks, ironic eh?

This is Fyra : Santorini, beautiful place eh? And the damn country is full of such places, I love it!

But this is not a post about how Greeks do not appreciate Greece enough, since no blogspace in the world could cover this issue. This is a post about opportunity on the face of adversity. At the moment Greece is under renovation but with things being bought from places like IKEA, not using 'the other expensive stuff" that we can't afford. The country is being torn apart and is being reconstructed from the ground up, something that was long overdue and under ideal conditions would have been done progressively. Time is a luxury we don't have as a nation I am afraid, since some massive "bill shaped gilotines" are hanging over our heads threatening to cut our precious mousaka portions in half (dear god, not mousaka, anything but mousaka, you foreign gits out there, LOOOLL!!!).

Contrary to popular belief Greeks are adapting to this shity situation admirably.They don't like it, they have been falsely brought up with a golden spoon that doesn't belong to them but they are adapting. You see, greeks prevail under pressure (it took us 6 months to renovate the Olympic Stadium of Athens while it took the Brits 10 years to make the new Wembley I kid you not, lol).Maybe it is genetic, maybe we are just stupid asses that leave things till the last moment and then by using some sort of miraculous superpower we produce good results a minute before the deadline, I really don't know:).

The poster reads: "Attack of the giant moussaka". What? Shaking in your boots chickenshits? Didn't you think that we had a defensive plan B eh? LOL!!!

As with 90% of my posts I haven't thought of a single word prior to writing but I don't have to, I am Greek. In the moment of crisis my inherent superpower of "last moment triumph" kicks in so no worries there, heh. I am making this up as I type and loving every moment of it! Behind the freightened faces of greek people about 'what happens tomorrow', hides the determination of a nation that prevails under adverse conditions. If being in recession for several years means that a brighter future is being built for future generations, so be it. I am not one to shy away from a challenge and nor is the majority of the greek population. Heck, we may shed a few needed kilograms in the process which can only be a good thing:). Now back to that slice of glorious greek mousaka that I left untouched during lunch, mmm yammy!!! Come and have a taste you are going to love it!

If greek society manages to see what is happening as a challenge and a way to improve things then we will manage beautifully in good time. If not, then we will still manage but a lot of people are going to fall in the process and no opus is going to be written about their tragic tales...

Damn that was so poetic and serious I can't believe it was typed by my fingers (I never said I was modest folks, just sugar coated nutty!). If I smoked, this would be a good time to have a smoke and admire my blogging masterpiece.Then again, I can't afford smoking, so it is a good thing I don't, LOL!!!

Till next time, take care and laugh your heart out when the opportunity presents itself:)

Switch off your mobiles, movie post in progress damn it!

So, yeah this is pretty much a defunct blog, one that it's owner keeps visiting for some pervasive reason though, LOL! So, I guess it ain't THAT defunct just in a state of " highly selective hibernation", yeah that is more like it... Today's lesson of madness is going to revolve around movies and the movie going experience. This is by no means sparked by a single movie going event but is more of an amalgam of random thoughts about the process of watching the damn things at cinema theatres. Lately, I have watched a couple of these buggers, namely " Avatar" (in 3D after having watched it 2D first simply because there was no initial choice) and "Sherlock Holmes". Both movies were good fun and I hate when people dismiss watching some movies simply because 'they are silly blockbusters', they are 'American toss and C-list fodder' or whatever. Some movies should be given the benefit of the doubt (although Transformers 2 should be given the death penalty instead).

First there was the Megan Fox cleavage... eh Transformers 2 poster I mean, and all was good... Then they went and made a movie out of it and it all went downhill from there:).

I am sure by now most of us are familiar with the movie going experience in multiplex cinemas. A bunch of people storm the blockbuster movie waiting to be shocked and awed (not really) preferrably in a GOOD WAY (you hear that X-Men Origins : Wolverine!!! Oh, Deadpool's treatment in that drivel still hurts to this very day...please movie gods, make it stop!!!). So, among the badly cooked doritos with cheese (still can't shake the 'industrial oil' taste of the cheese last time I tried those), the pop corn mountains and the ringtone competition of horror there is an actual movie to watch.And at the end of the day, in an era where the options of watching a movie are unlimited, it seems that going to the movie theatre still holds some charm especially for the 'big event' movies.

I am going to get the b*rd even if it means, funding my own movie!

Let's take 'Avatar' for example... So, much hype you couldn't really miss it even when taking a damp... I swear, one time, prior of wiping my perfectly shaped behind (or so I say myself, LOL!) I saw a Navi face coming out of the toilet paper roll in glorious full 3D! (For the not 'Avatar enlightened' , "Navi" is the name of the blue people on all the Avatar visual cues you see left and right). Yeah, all that talk about 'the cinema revolution' and 'the next step in the movie viewing experience ' had finally gotten to my head it seems... The 3D movie experience itself was interesting in parts although I wouldn't like it to become the norm (not on my toilet rolls at least). I have to say in the first ten minutes or so, I could feel my head struggling to cope with the new imagery since our bloody vision is already in 3D and so essentially we superimpose more 3D on our already establisthed 3D watching goodness, thus making our brains go temporarily haywire. Still, 3D or no 3D the movie was good in my book, judged by the merits of a Sci- Fi movie extravaganza with a decent message twist and definitely a feast for the senses (and since I am on a diet, I welcome any feast other than an eating one with open arms, sigh...). Closing pervert line alert... I am still not sure how the Navi "do it" (you know 'procreate', 'do the nasty', 'give eachother sugar' THAT do it, geez!) so we will have to wait for the DVD edition to see more 'joined ponytails' mayhem, it seems, LOL!

And then I materialized near DP's ass and I saw it drawing close in glorious 3D, I kid you not! The nightmares, the horrible nightmares...

The Sherlock Holmes movie was a different beast altogether. I have to say, being a fan of the title character did wet my appetite a bit more for watching this. And trust me, it did not disappoint. Robert Downey Jr gave a superb interpretation of the character but I have to say that the one that truely surprised me was Jude Law. He does an amazing job as Dr Watson and has great chemistry with Downey Jr. Simply put, this movie was FUN! Special kudos to the visual way Guy Richie presented Holmes' deductive logic, I loved it! The only bad thing about the movie was the bloody doritos I tried eating while watching it, I swear that smelly 'semi-liquid' cheese accompanying them can melt any solid substance known to man! Oh, well I lived to tell the tale and brag about how hardcore I am surviving devouring part of it, so I guess a stupid story of movie going heroism ain't a bad way to survive the ordeal,LOL!

Elementary my dear readers... Oh, that was so cheesy, I love it!!!

So, yeah, usually the movie going experience's downfalls come more from something like a girl crying in the audience (damn that Dumbledore death in Harry Potter that sent the proverbial girl into tears making me to want to manically laugh at the absurdity of it all, LOL!) rather than the movie itself. Although, the "Gamer "movie almost made me reach for my tissues and the Russian roulette revolver I always carry with me for such occassions. Unfortunately, I missed...

Till next time, take care all!

Music in videogames can be quite addictive...come on give it a go...

I was playing this videogame the other day, called "Tenchu : Shadow Assasins" on the Nintendo Wii. I am a big fan of the series although the quality of the games doesn't always justify it.The game takes place in feudal Japan where you are a Ninja trying to keep peace by any means necessary (yep, that would be offing opponents in excessively gruesome ways, yammy!!!). As I was ready to begin a level where rain and thunder were prominent, an amazing music theme kicked in that caught me totally by surprise... It is by far one of the coolest pieces of music I've listened to recently, thus the idea of sharing this with you came to mind. In fact, this idea evolved into posting several memorable videogame tunes in the blog, since this is music that is not accessible to non-gamers and doesn't exist outside the realm of gaming, except from some limited edition CDs if at all.

Let's kickstart the videogame music mayhem then, you never know you may actually listen to something you like...



Tenchu: Shadow Assasins , the theme is called "Rain"simply outstanding in my book!

The Silent Hill series is a horror videogame series favouring atmosphere over "peak-a-boo" scares. This series is renowned for its amazing musical scores created by Akira Yamaoka. There are a lot of tunes I like from this series of games but if I HAD to pick one, it would be the following...


This is from Silent Hill 3 and this video depicts the main character of the game singing the song, which is equally cool and creepy:).

Moving on to more upbeat tunes, there is this little boxing (sort of) game called Punch Out , released for the Nintendo Wii. The game is fun and simple but requires killer reflexes so it is an offering for gamers that can take some serious punishment first prior to beating the game. The main theme of the game is so catchy, I sincerely struggled to get it out of my head:). Maybe it has that Rocky movie essence going about it that makes all "testosterone infused" individuals excited, who knows...



I find this theme really uplifting for some reason. A lot of people have said that it works great as workout companion music! Who am I to argue:).

Time to get seriously spy-tastic on your eardrums now! The game series is Metal Gear Solid and it has more dialogue than any immortal TV soap opera out there. Seriously, with each new iteration of the franchise you seem to watch more and play less... "Talk, talk and more talk" as a good friend of mine had pointed out repeteadly in the past. Still beyond the conspiracy talk (yawn...) there are high production values involved, including great OSTs from esteemed Hollywood composer Harry Gregson Williams. Lots of tunes to choose but the following from the first game I played has just stuck more than the rest...


At least I found this in the sound quality I wanted, the gods of youtube were merciful this time:).

And last but not least (drums rolling...) Billy Hatcher and the Giant Egg!!! Say this 3 times fast now(or not)! Yes, it sounds absolutely ridiculous it is great cheesy cheeky fun and it involves a kid dressed in a rooster suit rolling eggs to kick enemies ass. And then there is the main theme which is equal measures cute and annoying and I was humming it throughout the game several years ago...


Yep, it has to be seen to be believed, LOL .I deliberately chose a so and so volume version of this, since it can be either extremely addictive or extremely annoying!

And this theme brings us to the end of this peculiar post. The moment just came and gone. I really don't know if those sorts of posts are enjoyable but who knows maybe if they are, one more could creep up on you at some point (now THAT was a threat if I ever heard one...).

Till next time, take care all!

Deadpoolite starring in "War of the mops"...

These past couple of weeks there has been a ridiculous alternation of sunny and rainy weather around these parts.And if sunny isn't a problem because "us Greeks feed on" sun , heavy rain is a different matter altogether. During this time of weather madness, DP's lair has been flooded not once, not twice but three times. Keep in mind that I am talking about a first floor flat seemingly "above the level of the sea", LOL! Still, it was more a case of blocked pipes and bucketloads of rain combining in a symphony of extreme flooding. The focus of this post will be on the third flooding extravaganza which seemingly transformed the place from an ordinary flat to a plumber's nightmare. Let's take things from the beginning though...

It was coming for us, I could feel it in my ready to get wet pyjamas...

It all started innocently enough... Sunday morning, sleeping with my gal, being practically submerged under the cozy duvet. It is how Sunday mornings should start in the most cliched way possible. And then it started raining... After 30 mins or so, my gal told me : "Why don't you check the rest of the flat to see if we have any inbound leaks". She muttered these words being half awake half asleep and immediately reversed to her dozy existence. I, being the macho man merc that I am , got up and went to the kitchen... As I opened my eyes and adjusted to the morning light (or lack of if you may) I witnessed the amazing sight of the sink being flooded to the brim and the kitchen floor being totally immersed in water.

The only choice available was evident, as clear as the lack of readers to this blog: "Save the cheerleader, save the world!"(sorry wrong line, "Heroes season 1" subconcious input overload, somehow creeping up on me). Let's try this once more... "Wake my girl up, look for any survivors and get out of this place"! Nah that's when zombie invasion is upon us(I know I've done my drills should such an occasion arise which let's face it is only a matter of time, lol). Better try again then... OK, here it goes: "Alert the troops and fight the good fight against impossible odds trying to keep dry in the process" . Yeah that is more like it, after all, third time is a charm...


And then it was upon us, and all we could do was get wet... What a way to kickstart your Sunday eh? LOL!

So, I woke up sleeping beauty with a "rallying the troops to their impending doom" shout and started trying to empty the sink using any available vessel. However, to my surprise (insert sarcasm...), all the pop culture training in the world didn't seem enough to do the trick. The moment I emptied each water filled vessel and returned for reloading, the level of water in the sink had miraculously rised to a new level of unacceptableness. After certain rounds of pointlessly emptying and reloading water, my gal gave up on the whole notion of "preserving dryiness" and took the main leaking pipe totally out(quick pointless thinking there gal, god I love this woman, LOL!). Heck, if we were going to see our household transform into a waterworld we would do it OUR WAY! As we were watching the house getting molested by inbound water ,we had a cup of coffee talking about how we always wanted an aquarium and that these things cost, but now fate had bestowed upon us a truely interactive one, minus the fishes. Yep, we are that cool (or stupid) sue us, LOL!

I would be a prisoner of the mop for the next 3 hours, serving my sentence with conviction, after I had gone to the toilet to take a leak. You know, water pouring from every corner of the house and all... I just had to:).

Eventually, the rain stopped and it was time for some heavy mopping, preceded by the usual "push water towards the staircase routine because it has to get out of the bloody house somehow". If there ever was a time I wished I was Spongebob Squarepants this was the one. Being made of sponge would be the only thing able to save our floor (thanks f...k it ain't made of wood). Have I mentioned that half the house had become a pond, with the living room in particular having an additional watery deposit, courtesy of the flooded front balcony? And thus, we mopped like we had never mopped before in out worthless dry lives. The whole procedure took around 3 hours of extreme sponging and mopping during which I started hallucinating that I had little kids that were water skiing into the living room shouting: " We have the coolest house ever pa!!!" while I was immersed into the created waves.

I admit, should this madness had been true, it would have made things infinite cooler since there would be some movement, fuss and heavy cursing involved but we can't have it all in life(*sigh*bummer). So, I simply continued mopping like a true greek sportsman (which doesn't really say much, but who cares). Special mention should go to my newly developed specially patented "dustpan pour move" which I used to get water out of the living room through the open window aiming at the drain pipe opening. Jackie Chan eat your heart out!!! This move eluded you for years and now I have the commercial rights to it! Martial arts comedies will never be the same without it, so start dialing Jackie (OK, I kinda of hyperventilated for a moment there, so let's change paragraph for no apparent reason, LOL!).

We would need a star plumber to fix all this up in an acceptable manner but none was to be sighted on Sunday...

After such extreme sports action which had me grasping for a pen to write my will, just in case, the merry couple of no gooders switched on the radiators to dry things up, fooled around on their laptops to restore heart rate to normal levels and then collapsed onto the bed. Yep, such a romantic Sunday morning that was... Ah the memories of... yesterday are still with me to this day:).

Then Monday morning came and the star plumber arrived in all his water crusading glory... OK, we had a couple of hiccups and he tripped a lot but he got the job done. I am a few euros short but a lot drier, bless him:).

Hope you cracked a smile or two, till next time, take care!

"Gamer" : A movie worthy of the GAME OVER screen...

Today, I went to watch the movie "Gamer" in the local multiplex... Oh, what a grave mistake that was... It all started innocently enough when a friend of us ("us" as in the killer combo of DP and woman crazy enough to love DP) called and told us that he was going to watch the movie "Gamer". My gal proposed to join him and although I was aware of the atrocity against the silver screen that I was going to witness I consented. The premise behind this disaster of a film should have supposedly been cool for the videogaming crowd among which I cheerfully place myself (oh, what a badge of honour for the "gamepad challenged ones", to have me among their high scoring ranks indeed..).

I wish this post was about a fun game and not a crap movie but beggars can't be choosers:) . Still, "PRESS START", you know you want do (why is that, is beyond me though, LOL!)

The basic story was that, in the not so distant future, sexless losers control other people sentenced to death row, in a multiplayer on-line game called "Slayers". As, you can judge from the title of the game, it isn't about psychotic death penaltying geezers exchanging cookie recipes or kniting designs but about on-line fighters blowing eachother to bits in the hope that they are going to be released from prison one day. And so the movie began with such nauseating editing it made the Bourne Supremacy directing look like Wall-E. I honestly had a headache by the end of the first half hour (and let's not talk about my urge to go "Splosion man overload" on whoever contributed in creating this crap). Don't get me wrong, big explosions, meat grinded exploding fools and guns lots of guns are cool when done right, but this mess of direction was like a bad trip on hallucinating drugs (and no I don't mean peanut infused M and Ms although, strangely enough, they do have the same effect on me...).

Ah!!! Constipated Gerard mode in action... Hey man, you didn't blow up everything, missed a spot... or a career in the making who knows... Nah, you will bounce back, this isn't "game over" for you yet( couldn't resist the crappy pun though, sorry, heh).

The movie consisted of actors that wrote 'easy paycheck' on their foreheads with Gerard Butler in particular looking baffled and confused as what on earth he was doing in this flick to begin with. Ah, there were so many memorable moments of poor taste in this vomit inducing celluloid "gem" that I will only provide a couple of examples here (after all I want my readers dangerously entertained.but not uttetly lobotomized): Example number 1: A sweaty half naked uber-fat guy was controlling a babe on-line and another guy was controlling a virtual sex maniac wearing latex...And those two virtual breathing avatars were about to get it on in what must be the most ridiculously camp scene ever.

Then, Gerard Butler entered into the room and broke the sex maniac in half... Smooth Gerard, real smooth... Basically, most of the movie was about this actor breaking other people in half, or shooting them to bits, or (example number 2) taking a leak and vomiting into an ethanol propelled car to fill its reservoir... Oh yes, who needs alternative power sources when you can take a piss, after downing a bottle of vodka, and apparently make a hybrid car move... By that point, the whole audience was either out with the torches and the pitchforks OR plain numb from disbelief at what it had just witnessed. Did I mention that the bad guy, (the looney one out of the Dexter TV series) welcomed the 'hero' of the flick in his mansion, singing and dancing to the "I got you under my skin" song... I mean LOL... and extra LOL and hyper LOL with sugar on top or what!!!

When this is the best scene in the movie, you know you are in the wrong movie... OR maybe the best movie ever made... (incoming slipper from girlfriend, time to dodge, damn that woman has good aim, perfect headshot...ouch!).

I am sure the wacko who made this movie had a lot of money to spare, wanted to pass some sort of weirdo message about on-line communities and how dangerous new technologies can become if not handled right, or had just 'puffed the red dragon' a tad too much. I mean let's face it, naked women tits were flying left and right simply because the 'gamers' of the world are apparently sex crazed individuals lacking the real deal and praying to the gods of youporn, for some Megan Fox lookalike to break into their rooms and f... their brains out. In retrospect, I'd rather had watched "The Running Man" with the "Governator" in the lead role ,once again ,which had convicts in yellow tracksuits trying to survive the killers of a TV show (which sounds equally ridiculous but who cares, I am fighting a lost cause here, LOL!). Ah, the classics folks, don't mess with the classics... Oh well, at least I got a "healthy" portion of nachos with melted cheese into my dieting stomach and felt a lot better about the echoes of my departed cash shouting "SUCKER!" from the distance...


Ah, Arnold, you were half decent back then... and then you got elected:)

Till next time, take care all!