Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Bladerunner Voice Overs

I watched Blade Runner yesterday. I found myself trying to remember what he originally said in the much maligned voice-overs present in the pre 1991 editions of the movie. I am in the vast minority but I got something out of the voice overs. I did not find them in one place in Google. Here they are for your reference.


Deckard (voice-over): Skin jobs, that's what Bryant called replicants.
   In history books he was the kind of cop that used to call black men

      Deckard (voice over): Sushi, that's what my ex-wife called me. Cold

  Deckard (voice-over): I'd quit because I'd had a belly full of
   killing. But then I'd rather be a killer than a victim. And that's
   exactly what Bryant's threat about little people meant. So I hooked in
   once more, thinking that if I couldn't take it, I'd split later. I
   didn't have to worry about Gaff. He was brown-nosing for a promotion,
   so he didn't want me back anyway.

   Deckard (voice-over): I didn't know whether Leon gave Holden a legit
   address. But it was the only lead I had, so I checked it out. Whatever
   was in the bathtub was not human. Replicants don't have scales. And
   family photos? Replicants didn't have families either.

   Deckard (voice-over): Tyrell really did a job on Rachel. Right down to
   a snapshot of a mother she never had, a daughter she never was.
   Replicants weren't supposed to have feelings. Neither were blade
   runners. What the hell was happening to me? Leon's pictures had to as
   phony as Rachel's. I didn't know why a replicant would collect photos.
   Maybe they were like Rachel. They needed memories.

   Deckard (voice-over): The report would be rountine retirement of a
   replicant which didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman
   in the back. There it was again. Feeling, in myself. For her, for

Deckard (voice-over): I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in
   those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not
   just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same
   answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going?
   How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

    Deckard (voice-over): Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four
   years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachel was
   special: no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together,
   who does?

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Thursday, May 4, 2017


This was a very sad story that happened when my time in Simon Fraser University was coming to an end. The article really touched me at the time. I also found out one of the wives really felt a kinship with the Garth Brooks song The Dance which I had since learned to love. This was 1993 so there was no Youtube to check out the song nor did I feel it was worth stalking the country music station for. Touching piece. 




THE PICNIC ON LITTLE LAKE Nellie was organized by two new members
of the Cleveland Indian family, pitchers Tim Crews and Bobby Ojeda.
The outing, on March 22 at Crews's lakefront house, was put together
at the last minute, however, and most of the other Cleveland players
already had plans for the only scheduled off day of spring training.
Pitcher Steve Olin, the leader of the Indian family, went because he
wanted to be with the new guys, to make them feel more welcome.
That was what Steve Olin was all about. That is what the 1993
Indians are all about. In this free-agent era, with players switching
teams constantly and team loyalty fading fast, clubhouse talk of a
team-as-family is often hollow and contrived. But not so in
Cleveland. With so many young players at their core, the Indians are
growing up together.
And when Olin and Crews were killed in a boating accident on that
little lake 25 miles west of Orlando, Fla., the Indians wept
together. It was dark when Crews, with Olin and Ojeda seated on
either side of him, apparently steered his 18-foot bass boat too
close to shore and struck a dock jutting 185 feet into the water.
Olin, 27, was killed instantly, and Crews, 31, died 10 hours later
from head injuries. Ojeda had surgery for severe head lacerations.
The Indians' unusual closeness was evident when 10 players
gathered in pitcher Charles Nagy's room for an all-night vigil after
hearing of the accident; at a team meeting the next morning, when 40
players huddled around manager Mike Hargrove and cried; at a memorial
service in Winter Haven, Fla., 48 hours after the tragedy, when
former Indian Andre Thornton, who lost his wife and a child in a car
accident a few years ago, gave a stirring eulogy that left the
players with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces.
On March 25, before Cleveland's first game following the accident,
Hargrove said, ''There's a tremendous sense of family here. It's a
concept to take hold of. We have a lot of personalities and
nationalities here, but what we have in common is a sense of
responsibility to each other. We have problems like any team. But I
can't imagine doing anything else, anyplace else, with any people
other than these.''
Reliever Ted Power, who has been with seven teams in 13 years,
says, ''Nothing compares to the closeness on this team. I've never
heard from guys in the off-season as much as I have from these
guys.'' Adds Hargrove, who as a player spent almost seven years with
the Indians, ''On some teams you want five months away from your
teammates in the winter.''
It used to be that way in Cleveland, once a city where no one
wanted to play. But that began to change in December 1989, when the
Indians, who were losing about 90 games a year and were strapped for
cash, decided to rebuild with youth. They acquired catcher Sandy
Alomar Jr. and second baseman Carlos Baerga in an '89 trade that sent
star outfielder Joe Carter to the San Diego Padres. In '91
outfielders Glenallen Hill and Mark Whiten and pitcher Scott Scudder
were picked up in deals for veteran pitchers Tom Candiotti and Greg
Swindell. Other trades in the last two years, which at the time
appeared to be minor transactions, yielded centerfielder Kenny
Lofton, the runner-up in the '92 American League Rookie of the Year
vote, and first baseman Paul Sorrento. What's more, a rejuvenated
farm system produced Nagy, Olin and leftfielder Albert Belle.
The result is a Cleveland team on the rise, young (at 26 years, 10
months, the Indians had the youngest average age in the majors last
season) and hungry. General manager John Hart's plan has been to keep
this group together by giving his talented youngsters multiyear
contracts -- 18 Indians had them, the most of any team in baseball.
Lofton, 25, signed a four-year deal this winter, after only one
full year in the big leagues. ''It showed they had faith in me,''
Lofton says. ''And that's important. It's like being back in
college. As a freshman you know the guys you go in with will be there
four years later. Because we know we're going to be together, we're
in good spirits, we pick each other up. You don't see that much
In recent years you hardly ever saw any Indians living in
Cleveland during the off-season; now nine of them have bought houses
and reside there year- round. That means a lot to the fans.
Season-ticket sales for 1993 have tripled, to nearly 10,000, from
last year. That total will jump again next season when the Indians
move into a new stadium.
''The fans feel they're loved,'' says Hart. ''They think of our
kids as their own.'' The kids won 40 of their last 74 games in '92 to
finish fourth in the American League East. ''People in Cleveland are
eager for us to win now,'' says Alomar. ''I go to the supermarket,
and people are pumped. They say, 'You guys are going to do it this
year.' ''
Well, maybe not this year. Even before the tragedy, the Indians'
pitching was weak; it hasn't developed as quickly as the lineup has.
The reality is Cleveland is likely to finish closer to last place
than first.
The accident dealt a massive blow to the rebuilding effort, not
only because Olin (8-5, 29 saves, 2.34 ERA last year) was the
Indians' closer, but also because he exemplified the success of
Cleveland's plan. Though he had marginal stuff and a sidearm delivery
-- no one thought he would make it past Triple A -- Olin never quit.
Hargrove called him Mr. Rogers because he was so upbeat. Olin was the
p.r. department's go-to guy when it came to appearances, interviews,
Crews, who was signed as a free agent in the off-season, broke
three ribs early in spring training but was going to make the team as
a middle reliever. Ojeda, who was released from the hospital on March
25 and is expected to return to the team, was being counted on as the
No. 2 starter.
With no obvious candidate on hand to replace Olin, the Indians
will operate a bullpen-by-committee, filling Olin's role on a
game-by-game basis. ''When you lose an Olin and a Crews, with a young
club, that's a major concern,'' says Hart. ''But, no excuses. We're
taking the high road. This tragedy is going to bring us closer.''
The bullpen was already the closest group, even before the
accident. Last year Olin, Power, Derek Lilliquist, Eric Plunk and
Kevin Wickander were inseparable. They had rituals, like walking to
the pen together before every game and levying a $5 fine on any
member of the group who didn't make the walk with the rest of them.
After Olin's death, his wife, Patti, gave some of her husband's
personal items and baseball equipment to his bullpen mates. Wickander
got Olin's watch. Power got his leather belt.
''I used to tell Stevie to use an elastic belt, like mine, because
it stretches,'' Power says. ''Stevie wouldn't. He told me, 'I wore
this belt when I broke in. I'll always wear this belt.' Well, that
baby is mine now. I'll always wear that belt.''
It will stay in the family.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

What A Moron

I wrote this a long time ago.

Rappers are jealous because they can't even sing , write songs or play notes.

I also wrote this. 

Rap Music is an oxymoron.

"I hate rap music, which to me sounds like a bunch of angry men shouting, possibly because the person who was supposed to provide them with a melody never showed up. "-   Dave Barry 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Whatever Happened to

Yes I am a music snob. I am in fine form in this thread.
1 hr ·
whatever happened to michelle branch?

Maan Parreno Villar
Jemy Gatdula just got to see her and santana's 'game of love'. very good. along with 'breath'. so got to wondering ...
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Stefano Gelano
Stefano Gelano Oh, she's around, doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that :)
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Michael Victor Ong
Michael Victor Ong She already said..."Goodbye to you..." haha
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Jemy Gatdula
Jemy Gatdula 😭
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Ed Lopez
Ed Lopez The thing is the acts of the 70s and the 80s we were spoiled. You bought 4 or 5 or 6 ALBUMS not just songs. Last 20 years these guys about 5% as talented. If you want don't believe me point to me the 2000s version of Billy Joel , Eagles , Carole King, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones. And please show me their albums that equal the acts I mentioned.
Denise Ortiz Calnea
Denise Ortiz Calnea I wonder, too. Loved her songs.

Jemy Gatdula 1 hr · whatever happened to michelle branch? LikeShow more reactions CommentShare 11 11 Comments Maan Parreno Villar Maan Parreno Villar Like · Reply · 1 hr View previous replies Jemy Gatdula Jemy Gatdula just got to see her and santana's 'game of love'. very good. along with 'breath'. so got to wondering ... Like · Reply · 1 hr View more replies Stefano Gelano Stefano Gelano Oh, she's around, doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that :) Like · Reply · 3 · 1 hr Jemy Gatdula replied · 1 Reply Michael Victor Ong Michael Victor Ong She already said..."Goodbye to you..." haha Like · Reply · 1 hr Jemy Gatdula replied · 1 Reply Ed Lopez 

Ed Lopez The thing is the acts of the 70s and the 80s we were spoiled. You bought 4 or 5 or 6 ALBUMS not just songs. Last 20 years these guys about 5% as talented. If you want don't believe me point to me the 2000s version of Billy Joel , Eagles , Carole King, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones. And please show me their albums that equal the acts I mentioned.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Surprised No One Has Ever Said This Yet

Monday, March 20, 2017

Jeepney Story

I was waiting to cross the straight in one of Makati's busiest intersections ( Buendia/ Ayala) . For my foreign friends Ayala is basically the country's Wall Street. A jeepney was approaching the intersection and hit the concrete divider in the middle of the street so hard that it ended up on its opposite side. This was about 1:05 PM today. Again for the uninitiated , when you get into the front seat of a jeepney there is neither a seatbelt nor a front door to keep you in place. The young man sitting there was actually lucky . Momentum propelled him onto the street. But he landed on his feet. He was lucky in two respects: 1) There was no speeding car in the adjacent lane to hit him. 2) he was able to back step as the jeep fell towards him missing him by maybe a foot. I really thanked God I did not hear screams from the people anywhere near that jeep or in it. I  refused to take a picture because  I have my reasons. Tune into this space later since I have a perfect meme that captures the spirit of jeepney drivers that I saw online a few years ago. It is not available on Google.

Please note. Story happened January 30 2017

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Thank You For The Music

I wrote the stuff below 3 years ago and I never went back to it. Nobody reads anyway so I will release as is. In hope my friends find this. 


When you are as old as I am and lived a long time in two different cities, there will inevitably be friends you lose touch with. Sometimes caused by burnout sometimes because it fades away. When you get to this fossilized state that I am in, you realize that some people you do lose touch with leave you things that you are still appreciative of. I am talking about things that you learned to enjoy and still enjoy that you may not have discovered without them. In some cases it is another friend but it can be music, movies or a certain sport.

I have been thinking about this for a while. That is paying tribute to friends who I am not in touch with despite all the modern social networks that were not around in the 80s. Friends who leave you a gift that keeps on giving. A lasting appreciation of certain artists and albums that you would not discover on your own. Your life long  enjoyment of something you owe  solely to word of mouth from somebody you happened to be friends with.

Bernard Lakowski

Bernard Lakowski and Adrian Lakowski- Two brothers from a huge family.

music- early Dire Straits, 60s Dylan , World Party, The The , The Housemartins , Paul McCartney and Wings Venus and Mars, Hoodoo Gurus, CCR beyond Greatest Hits, Van Morrison Moondance, Spencer Davis Group

Concerts I  saw with Bernard: Bob Dylan , Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, King Sunny Ade,

Todd Schindler.

Music: 80s Dylan, Meatloaf Bat  Out of Hell,

Movies- Deliverance

TV even deeper appreciation of WKRP and Star Trek .

Concerts we saw together- Randy Newman, Joe Jackson, Ry Cooder and David Lyndley, Jay Leno

John Kilpatrick/ Colin MacFarlane -

music: progressive rock, 70s Genesis, Marillion

Concerts we saw together - Marillion, Supertramp , The Motels

Fraser Hannah-

Music: Tom Waits.

Where I know him from: Langara classmate. Philosophy. Prof Bonnie Strickland.


Music- Lou Reed New York, Surfing With The Alien Joe Satriani, Captain Sensible

Movies- Heathers

Concerts we saw together- Kiss, Stanley Jordan, Randy Newman

Shyest guy you will ever meet. I left his last name out because I testified against him in court.

This list does not include people who I am still in contact with after all this time. They should be appreciated too. Join your song of the day. It has been a while since my last blogpost here in blogspot. Should you want more, I post more regularly in Get Real Philippines.