HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

To celebrate the occassion, I present to you an mp3 of the infamous original radio broadcast of Orson Welles' adaptation of H.G. Wells' The War of the Worlds, which caused a panic all around America by people who believed they were being invaded by aliens (or Nazis in some cases).

The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells as performed by Orson Welles & the Mercury Theater on the Air (Oct. 30, 1938)

The original script can be found here.

And now let's do the time warp AGAIN!

My uncle sent me this narrative poem he wrote about his experiences visiting The Big Apple (lucky him!) that I'm now sharing to you, with some minor grammatic edits:

It would be unconscionable to leave New York City
without writing a thing about the buildings in Manhattan,
the view from the ground
as an ant would have seen in her lifetime;

Tenderloins of steel, cubed by the enemies of trees.

I cannot fight it any longer
My muses rattle my fingers
Taxi dancers pressing my thighs
Searching for a pen...
Good! a computer right behind my back
on the second floor of a café on ___st street Queens.

I am just another tourist from Baltimore
Came all the way from Burbank, you know
Universal Studios and all, the sunny weather and all,
But they’re not enough to beat Manhattan.

Forever I shall remember
The torsos of the general public of NY Republic
Brushing their bones against mine
As I pelted hyperactive as a horny coed
Unto the arrowhead of humanity coming to me
Wave after wave after wave.
"Come on", my companion said,
"Hop inside my twin-turboed Volvo and avoid the crowd... C’mon!"
In vain.

The pavement is fodder for my feet,
the warriors and blacks and immigrants in the crowd gave me a high.
"Come to your senses, come on let's use the car."
In vain.

I escaped from the Volvo and walked towards Grand Central Station,
Ogling the ceiling, looking down the newspapaers stacked on the floor
I traipsed like an Aussie aborigine along 5th Avenue.
Went inside a building and watched Ciani’s egg paintings.
Those bloody eggs only made me hungry.

Why were the street names numbers?
45th, 73rd, Sharon Stone and my blacksheep
Uncle’s age displayed for motorists who think its cool to be young.
But why challenge youth? They’ll find out soon
its a lie and a trap and negative.
Forget time and just be glamorous like Manhattan.
I will be leaving New York City happy as a child,
I wasn't in love
Therefore I was not a sorry sight, Agatha.

TOY LLAGUNO
Vorhees, NJ
October 23/06

I have an interesting theory on time travel. I'm not sure if a scientist has already come up with this, but this is a theory that makes time travelling a little bit more plausible (though there could be flaws, as most theories go).

Imagine that the world's first time machine has been built, and as a test, their first act of historical alteration is to let's say prevent JFK's assassination. So the scientists go back to the past to stop the event from happening, but do they really go back to the past?

The activation of the time travel apparatus creates a cosmic disturbance which splits the galaxy into two, creating two duplicate galaxies (just like how an amoeba would split). The scientists end up in the clone dimension unaware of what has happened, where they successfully prevent JFK's death yet their actions are not felt in our present world because their action have occurred in the duplicate universe.

So they go back to their previous time, however this creates another disturbance that leads to the creation of another duplicate dimension, based on the one they just came from (now slightly altered post-1963). They return to their time, where they celebrate the fruits of their labor. Many people now begin time travelling on a regular basis, unaware of the fact that they can never go back to their "original" dimension.

Back in our dimension, the scientists never came back home, after months of investigations surrounding their disappearance, they were declared dead by the government citing a possible freak accident involving the apparatus that literally wiped out all signs of their existence. Time travel has been rendered impossible to perform. Back in dimension 3, many families are still waiting for their loved ones to come back from their "history trips" while a class-action lawsuit against the people behind the time travel technology is brewing.

So what I'm trying to say is that it is possible to witness history unfold and alter the course of events, only big consequence is we can never really go back home, since we just jump forward into the clone dimensions of our own makings.

For a while, I'll be tentatively calling this the "Infinity Jump" theory until I could come up with a slightly interesting name.

Any queries?

Something my sister found in her closet in our new house.




























I might bring this to my audio production class sometime just for the sake of playing it.

It's been a while since my last post, been busy with my classes, watching as many indie movies as possible in Pasadena, and reviving my MySpace account. Still disappointed that my plans to go to New York City this month didn't push through. I feel like I want to break out of my apathy and just shout out loud "FUCK!" for a long time at the heavens. Even my trip to San Francisco during the Labor Day weekend was somewhat disappointing, I was able to go to Fisherman's Wharf (where I ate clam chowder served on a sourdough bread bowl) and pass the Golden Gate and Oakland Bay bridges, and that was about it. Never rode the cable cars, never visited Alcatraz (where my sister met filmmaker Peter Jackson when she went there early this year), never made a pilgrimage to Haight-Ashbury (center of Flower Power/Summer of Love '67), never bought or read a book in City Lights Bookstore (a monument to the Beat Generation), never took the 49-Mile Scenic Drive or went through the twists and turns of Lombard Street (the crookedest street in the world). So now I plan on not just going to NYC and again to San Francisco, I'm also thinking of going back to the Philippines sometime in January (spring semester starts on February so there's time).

BTW, this is also the first post I'm making from my new room in my new house in Valencia (part of the city of Santa Clarita) since the previous one was done in the college library, still using the same CPU as the old PC but with a new wall-mounted plasma monitor which actually once belonged to my sister's boyfriend.

Oh and speaking of MySpace, I noticed that some of my fellow Bonakidz who have MySpace haven't logged in for almost a year or two. While I (and the rest of the Bonakidz) still use Friendster regularly, I think MySpace is a little bit better and more popular now than the former.

Also, with Google's recent $1.65 billion purchase of YouTube, it's nice to hear that Google Video and YouTube will still remain separate independent entities rather than turn to GoogTube. Their union could make an impact on the future of the Internet, particularly the path Web 2.0 is heading. Let's just hope YouTube doesn't turn into Napster and pander to the big media companies in light of the copyright infringement issues to the point where they now charge their service. And to think YouTube has been only in existence for only a year now, and they sure have come a long way from Lazy Sunday. Someday I'm gonna invest myself on that sweet Google stock.