My pipe smoking cartoon skull! Done by Ruel Patawaran of MAWEH ARTWORKS. Tripping on the details! Check out the lady-shaped smoke.
Main man Javier Bardem was amazing in Biutiful. Possibly Alejandro Gonzales-Inarritu’s best work to date.
in the genes
I find it funny how my two older brothers remind me of my father sometimes. It’s a weird feeling where in a blink of an eye, i notice certain quirks that my father used to have. Like how while watching a DVD (well, in most cases, playing video games) they can’t help but relentlessly tinker with the audio and video settings, only to end up with what the original settings were in the first place. Or how when my sister, who’s still in college, wears her cutoff shorts and they scold her. You see the thing is, my sister doesn’t really know how to sit like a lady, and personally I’m sick of calling her out on it. She grew up with three older brothers—it’s forgivable. The way my brothers drive—confident, fluid, safe—conjures dad-like memories as well. I think I’m the worst driver of the three, but it’s okay, I don’t really need a car to get around. I wonder if these traits are genetic or picked up from habit.
But then again, there was the time me and the second oldest got into an accident and ended up wrecking the eldest’s old Mazda. And my sister still gets away with her short shorts. She can handle a scolding. She’s got us three wrapped around her pretty little finger. And the movies and the video games, we still get through them, even despite the pointless tinkering. Then… I stop and wonder how sometimes, I find it funny how they (my siblings) remind me of myself.
