Literally everything I've done today has led me back to this guy for some reason. I shit you not, it is more than a little freaky.



I realize the sound quality is literally from the turn of the century, and it is rather nice singing, but I gotta say, that REALLY doesn't seem like it would be worth loosing your balls over.

For those who haven't happened on the subject already, the castrati were male opera singers who were, well, castrated. The castration was done before puberty, in order to insure the singer never lost that ultra-high soprano sound to a nasty thing like natural development. This was very common at one point, believe it or not, as many poor families with musically gifted young boys could easily perform the castration themselves, then sell their "talent" to a church or something similar. The fellow in the video was the last of the castrati, nowadays the high male soprano is reached through intensive voice training.

For some reason, I can't shake the feeling I learned all this from Paul Harvey somehow.

What else? I don't understand tofu. I'm watching this movie, and the protaganist is a vegitarian. In the scene I just saw, he conviced his buddy to fry up a big block of tofu for him on his resturant's grill.

This raises a few questions for me:

1. Who eats anything that comes in a brick, when it's pretty common knowlege that anything shaped like a brick sucks ass? Just off the top of my head, here's a few "brick" foods that come to mind: Spam, cat food, imitation processed chicken. So, tofu gets the joy of being catagorized alongside pig entrails, chicken entrails, and leftover bits of Mexicans (or whatever else is cheaper than real chicken). Yum.

2. You COOK tofu? Really? I mean, it's soy bean or some shit, right? I can't really imagine how cooked tofu is as opposed to raw, but I imagine it would all be a goopy, flavorless mess no matter how you prepare it. I've had soy milk before, so, quite honestly, the taste of burnt shitty soy milk is sort of what I expect it would be like.

3. How many people walk around with a complete (but raw) supper? Furthur more, how many people have you ever seen walk into a resturant and insist the chef cook with the ingredients they've brought in? Sort of makes me think lack of meat in your diet makes you lose it a little.


Of course, I could probably spend forever questioning this movie in itself. Do they really make prosthetic meat tenderizing hands? Do all women really cream themselves over you when you nearly let them get raped? Does being a vegitarian because you "love animals" balance out the fact that you spend ALOT of time in a slaughterhouse? Is treating your voodoo form of the plague really as easy as just killing people on a subway, cutting of a boil for each one you kill, and storing that boil in a jar full of barbicide? Etc. etc.

I gotta stop watching so many movies, or life should become more like movies. One or the other, please. I'm actually starting to get a bit annoyed with how unrealistic absolutely everything is in the media. I nearly said nowadays, but let's face it, even before Marconi patented his radio, and Herr Hurst waged his propaganda paper wars, the media has been more or less completely full of shit.

I had something else I wanted to write about, but I can't remember right now. I've blogged an awful lot in the last few days, so perhaps it's for the best. I hate being out of weed. I focus too much.