The Japanese — those huggable guys who don’t know how to say “Fuck you!” without a smile on their nice faces — are at it again. This time, they have a neat thing to sell you: worn schoolgirl panties. Maybe based on the brilliant slogan, “Why steal schoolgirl panties when you can buy ‘em?”, this product is supposedly the answer to a decent man’s occasional craving to sniff some schoolgirl’s underwear.

Authenticity is not a worry; the “manufacturers” say their product has “vacuum sealed freshness,” which probably means (and this is where I’m making a wild assumption) that somewhere in Japan, men stalk playgrounds and ask kids to try these panties on, let them “simmer” for a while to soak up the “flavor,” then they vacuum-seal these panties on the spot. Tang Ina.

Yesterday, former Senator Agapito “Butz” Aquino (of the August Twenty One Movement fame) in an interview made a short remark that seems he has given up all hope on the capture of his Kuya Ninoy’s killers.

Either the Aquinos have given up all hope on the case, or they have been lying between their teeth.

What  the f…….

I prefer hello kitty paris hilton scandal dolls.

 Every perfect and picturesque neighborhood
– at least in the movies – has one: that creepy old house that fuels the
nightmares and serves as the centerpiece of the double-dog dares for the local
kids.

DJ (Mitchel Musso) has made the house
his mission. He’s set his bedroom up as home base to watch old Mr.
Nebbercracker across the street, an irate curmudgeon (voiced by Steve Buscemi)
who steals any balls or bikes that find their way into his yard, chases after
kids to keep off his lawn, and, presumably, thinks the music kids listen to
today is nothing but noise. Within an hour of DJ’s parents leaving for the
weekend, Nebbercracker is dead (from a heart attack during an apoplectic moment
at finding DJ on his lawn) and DJ is finding out that the old coot might not
have been the most dangerous part of the creepy old house, because the house
itself is starting to… eat people.

No one believes him, obviously, so DJ
and his friend Chowder (Sam Lerner), along with a prissy prep school girl named
Jenny – both of whom narrowly avoided being a house meal themselves – have to
stop the house, since it’s Halloween and neighborhood kids will soon be walking
right up to the front door like so many snack-sized candy bars.

The story is, of course, pretty simple
and straightforward, with your stock heroes stepping up to save the day,
pre-teen angst, and monster backstory provided in the final act. But it is also
cleverly written enough to provide quite a bit of entertainment for older
viewers, too. In fact, be warned: this is perhaps the hardest PG film I’ve seen
in a while, and there are an awful lot of deaths, danger, and uvula jokes for
the little ‘uns.

But that’s probably because the
animated Monster House is clearly courting the older audience, and the upside
is that the danger doesn’t feel kiddie korner and sanitized, and the jokes are
amusing even if you aren’t just at the movie to appease a nagging 10-year-old.
The voice talent, too, is a pull for older viewers, including Maggie Gyllenhaal
as a bored babysitter and Jason Lee as her stoner boyfriend, Nick Cannon as an
over-eager rookie cop, and Jon Heder as a burnout video game freak.

But because it’s animated, and
therefore duly bloodless, House is still essentially a kids’ film. In fact,
that may be the only reason it’s animated, since it could have just as
convincingly been a live-action movie, but this way we get a pretty nifty house
that is drawn just so and is simultaneously an unremarkable home and a menacing
living thing, complete with carpet-runner tongue and leering window-shutter
eyebrows. And fortunately, though it is animated with the same motion-capture
technique that Robert Zemeckis (an exec producer on this film) used for The
Polar Express, Monster House avoids the same unnerving
is-it-real-or-is-it-animated look from that film; never mind the rating, that
is way too creepy for me to watch for 90 minutes.

The persistent question of the movie,
though, is why on earth Monster House is being released in July when it is so
thoroughly a Halloween film in both setting and sentiment. From its spooky
subject matter to the pseudo-Elfman score, the movie clearly owes more to Tim
Burton than to the traditional Disney-style animated summer family movies. It’s
an inexplicable marketing choice, to attempt to lure viewers into a hobgoblin
mood in the middle of a heat wave, but if families decide that they are in the
mood for some scares in the summertime, they will likely be pleased with what
they get.

Mad Voyeur

I was awaken very early morning, feeling weak and weary. i cant barely  stand. Is it because i’m old or is it somebody did not text me back that night. No, iam old i think and my body is deteriorating fast. If only somebody could take care of a poor old man. Nah… a simple txt reply  will suffice.