Welcome back, Mr. McDonald

That's the title of the ironically funny movie I saw today. It's Japanese with English subtitles. It's a tongue-in-cheek take on the "video killed the radio star" theme, as it examines the creative process in producing radio dramas in the age of CGI.

I felt for the scriptwriter character who thought she was finally getting her moment because her script was going to production, only to find out that her script was the only entry in the contest she supposedly won.

I felt for the producer whose job it was to make sure the talents and his superiors were happy, and therefore had to compromise on artistic integrity.

I felt for the talents who were desperately holding on to their fading stardom, fully aware that radio is losing its relevance.

I felt for the whole production team, because they were hitching their dreams and aspirations on a dying entertainment medium.

I thought the movie was really tight. I highly recommend it.

Love, and that sorta thing

Yep, this closet cynic believes in love. That's probably the only thing I have in common with my hopeless romantic split.

And because I believe in love, I also believe in magic. And the magical world. And the unseen dimension. And creation. And God.

I won't argue with those who say love is a function of the hypothalamus. Because I also believe in oxytocin. And pheromones. And those other unidentified hormones that make humans fall in love. And multiply.

That these hormones play together in perfect biochemical harmony is the thing I find magical. And logical.

Love is chaotic. But in the higher schema of things, it's orderly. Perfectly logical. If there's such a thing.

If it's not obvious by now, this is my Valentine's post.

Hell, but kinda cooler

I'm sure this place has been called hell many times by many people. But for some reason, it's cooler today. It's like a sauna running out of steam. Or whatever it is that makes saunas warm and smokey. Could be something I ate. Hmm.

You can't crap on me and get away with it

That's all I wanna say.