Just finished watching Underworld: Awakening, and I think I just saw the best vampire/werewolf movie ever made–and I’m not even a living dead fantasy type of flick lover!

I loved how the Underworld franchise is moving away from the fantasy aspect of vampires and werewolves and is incorporating more science within the story.

Spoiler Alert: this girl is important.

The only thing I hated about this flick is the fact that I’ll have to wait until the next movie. Let’s just say it should be full of hybrid fun.

No, not the other type of friends with benefits, but rather friends who truly benefit you throughout life.

Throughout my life I’ve been blessed with friends ranging from pure acquaintances to the would die for variety.

Although most of them I would help out without a second thought, very few (less than a dozen) truly benefit me (as in help improve my life).

I’m not sure whether it’s the state of the economy, the dismal political choices, or the immense loneliness that is apparently blanketing the planet, but it seems as if people view me as an ATM; a place to make withdrawals but no deposits.

It’s become so straining that I’ve begun publicly expressing apathy towards various individuals, ignoring their plights for help and refusing to hangout (or even hang around) with them as I’m tired of having my strength and emotions exhausted on their behalf.

This probably doesn’t make the greatest friend in the world, but I wish for once people would get over their doubts, fears, depression, etc., and resolve their own recurring issues without my input.

The world isn’t going to hell in a hand basket, and for once I’d like to be inspired by select friends overcoming their issues (instead of vice versa) and look at life as a challenge full of obstacles instead of a dungeon full of beatings.

Let’s inspire each other towards success instead of wallowing in despair. Oh, and I wouldn’t mind if people threw their skin in the game from time to time, as it would help benefit me (and ease the load).

Last week I was able to see Stones In His Pocket at the Warehouse Theatre (note: see disclosure below) which provided a totally different experience than what I had seen in the two previous drama’s (The Elephant Man and Metamorphosis).

Instead of seeing it on opening night (or the day after) to an audience of academics, business “folk” and retirees, most of the viewers were either parents or children which made for some interesting moments every time one of the actors loudly dropped the F-bomb (which frequently occurred throughout the drama).

Aside from the shell shocked faces of parents (not to mention the roaring laughter from the kids), the drama only consisted of two actors portraying multiple characters throughout the story, which took place on Ireland.

The two main characters of Stones In His Pocket are extra’s, and the drama follows the glories (or rather the lack thereof) of being an extra in a movie where everyone treated them like filth.

I’m not going to reveal why they titled the play “Stones In His Pocket” (as you only find out during the last 10 minutes), but overall the acting was phenomenal, especially when the male actors had to take on the role of female characters (which made all the kids in the audience laugh hysterically).

While I did enjoy the content of the story, I did not enjoy watching the actors switch roles “on the spot” as it made it slightly confusing as to which character they were portraying–especially during the parts when they were at the bar or on the set (as they had to play multiple parts, sometimes up to 5 or 6 different characters in under five minutes).

With the exception of multi-acting dilemma, the story was inspiring and should be seen by anyone desiring to enter the life of the silver screen.

Disclosure: The Warehouse Theatre provided me with seasonal tickets in exchange for reviewing their drama’s online. For those interested you can purchase season tickets here.

PS: Heh! I found this video (by Warehouse Theatre) to be hilarious! Although I wonder if that was juice he was drinking?

It’s becoming a tradition once a month to meet with the Djembe crew and (re)learn the beats of my ancestors.

I still need to order a djembe for myself (I’ve put it off this holiday season due to presents for everyone else) but the community seems to enjoy “volunteering” me to play (they prefer active participants over spectators).

Heh! Just as I was blogging this, one guy wanted me to use his professional set!

Enough blogging! I’m being asked to jump in. Fortunately there is no one to take a video of my awesome performance.

I saw this upon Google+ (which I sadly spend more time upon than every other social hub–combined!) and after 30 seconds (more like 10) I’m going to add this to my Christmas list.

It’s made by 3 Man Chess (obviously) and unlike a few other ugly prototypes, this one is elegant and functional. I’m wagering whether it’s worth the $50 to purchase the game (shipping included), although I may hold off for now as I’m waiting to see if the owner is willing to create an iOS (iPhone/iPad) app. Android too.