This ain't what you think it is; neither is it about the cable channel nor some National Geographic feature. This ain't funny, I'm telling you now, really. I'm warning you, coz it's gonna get ugly. If you're looking for some erudite essay about the eco-system, get out. SCRAM!
Now that I have your attention. Let me just say this: I cannot believe I passed up copies of Wagner's Parsifal and the Meistersingers von Nuremberg, Dvorak's Rusalka, Bellini's Norma and Verdi's Messa da Requiem, only because the Muslim guy selling the pirated DVDs charged me twice its street value. Grrrr!!! I know that it's dirt cheap. But I refuse to be taken advantage of just because I look and smell better than they do. Truth hurts, doesnt' it?
Keeping the rage to myself, I picked up a twenty-peso X-rated VCD instead. You know, to divert my thoughts and to release the tension, literally (excuse me). Despite the above description of myself, I do entertain dirty thoughts (I can't believe I'm saying this!). The problem with pirated discs, however, is that either (1) the content does not always resemble the pictures in the cover, or that (2) your multi-media player refuse to play the disc. Returning it is not an option, of course. What did you expect to get for twenty freakin' bucks?
In my case, the provocative pictures on the front cover had absolutely nothing to do with the "material". I had encountered this sort before, expecting some exotic time-of-Cleopatra setting as the blurb promised, which turned out to be, holy smokes! some naked people in a barn yard full of animals! See what I mean? I knew this was disgusting stuff so at least I had enough time to push the eject button, break the disc into pieces and throw it far, far away.
This time however, the scene that greeted me was already mid-way. There was absolutely no escaping it. I leaped from my seat and frantically turned off the TV, it was that disgusting. YUCK. No words are enough to descibe it. I haven't seen anything like it. It never even crossed my mind that what I saw was even possible. As I write this, I still feel sick to my stomach. How am I gonna have dinner? The images stick to my mind like barnacles. Vivid, as in clear as day. Excuse me, I need to barf. What the hell were these people thinking?
Spare me the lecture please. I know, I know. That's what you get for patronizing pirated VCDs. Which reminded me of that prison scene from Harold and Kumar, where the black guy, accused of trying to break out of prison for the simple reason that he was black, waxed philosophical a la Homer Simpson, assuring the two freaks that "events have a way of resolving itself out". Like a yin and a yang, whatever that means.
In my case, things turned out that way so I may stop buying those crap in the first place. The Guy Up There does have a sense of humor, and I believe He pokes fun at us once in a while. Yes?
Now that I have your attention. Let me just say this: I cannot believe I passed up copies of Wagner's Parsifal and the Meistersingers von Nuremberg, Dvorak's Rusalka, Bellini's Norma and Verdi's Messa da Requiem, only because the Muslim guy selling the pirated DVDs charged me twice its street value. Grrrr!!! I know that it's dirt cheap. But I refuse to be taken advantage of just because I look and smell better than they do. Truth hurts, doesnt' it?
Keeping the rage to myself, I picked up a twenty-peso X-rated VCD instead. You know, to divert my thoughts and to release the tension, literally (excuse me). Despite the above description of myself, I do entertain dirty thoughts (I can't believe I'm saying this!). The problem with pirated discs, however, is that either (1) the content does not always resemble the pictures in the cover, or that (2) your multi-media player refuse to play the disc. Returning it is not an option, of course. What did you expect to get for twenty freakin' bucks?
In my case, the provocative pictures on the front cover had absolutely nothing to do with the "material". I had encountered this sort before, expecting some exotic time-of-Cleopatra setting as the blurb promised, which turned out to be, holy smokes! some naked people in a barn yard full of animals! See what I mean? I knew this was disgusting stuff so at least I had enough time to push the eject button, break the disc into pieces and throw it far, far away.
This time however, the scene that greeted me was already mid-way. There was absolutely no escaping it. I leaped from my seat and frantically turned off the TV, it was that disgusting. YUCK. No words are enough to descibe it. I haven't seen anything like it. It never even crossed my mind that what I saw was even possible. As I write this, I still feel sick to my stomach. How am I gonna have dinner? The images stick to my mind like barnacles. Vivid, as in clear as day. Excuse me, I need to barf. What the hell were these people thinking?
Spare me the lecture please. I know, I know. That's what you get for patronizing pirated VCDs. Which reminded me of that prison scene from Harold and Kumar, where the black guy, accused of trying to break out of prison for the simple reason that he was black, waxed philosophical a la Homer Simpson, assuring the two freaks that "events have a way of resolving itself out". Like a yin and a yang, whatever that means.
In my case, things turned out that way so I may stop buying those crap in the first place. The Guy Up There does have a sense of humor, and I believe He pokes fun at us once in a while. Yes?
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