The Sandman's heart Desires...

For those who might be wondering why of recent I only post grayscale photos, it is because I can't see colors that good. The author can't so he might as well give his readers the same paralizing experience (cue in evil laughter here). By my color blindness, of course, I am over exaggerating a bit in professing its being grave beyond redemption. It is not that I cannot see any color. I still do. I can distinguish all hues under natural white light. It's only under those artificial-cum-halogen-cum-incandescent-cum-fluorescent ones that my optical sensors get screwed up. Maybe bioluminiscence would do, too, if only I could find anywhere with enough fireflies lighting up a wide area to test the almost probable allegation on. Screw up my perception of colors, I meant.

Give me a violet and I may tell you it's blue. Give me green and I may say yellow if it is on the lighter shade and blue if it is of dark hue. Give me maroon and I tell you it's gray. Blue and, still, it's gray but of a lighter shade than my maroon-gray. I could almost always swear that Midnight blue looks black. Only red remains to be red. Such is my dilemma. It will thus be yours for as long as you are on this site. My site. The greyscale-with-hints-of-red-and-flecks-of-blue blogsite.

This being a non-conventional post where I only intend to rant, I'll tell you three features that I only recently put in place.

First on the list is disableing the shoutbox feature because I don't want surprise messages popping up in the event that I have again pimped my site via Friendster's bulletin board or several Yahoo! Groups and some readers have unsuspectingly clicked on the link in the message body thereby them ending up here and that they may like to say something opinionated after reading something I wrote which is, hopefully, thought provoking if not heartfeltly entertaining. Got a comment on my post? Put it directly onto post. Got something personal? Sent me an SMS.
Second is the featured music section on the sidebar. I intend to replace the music as I deem it proper which, for now, is weekly or whenever I want to share something I consider as non-mainstream but equally attention worthy. The genre may vary depending on my state of mind or the music file's availability so don't be surprised that in the past week I had on Celtic and it suddenly shifts to acid rock in the next. It is nothing structured which coul thus make it totally disappear in time so tune in while it is still here.

Third, enforcing comment moderation. That way, I'll have full control of everything that happens on this site. It is, after all, my realm and this is how I intend to tend it. Period. For now.

As a closure on the title and image featured in this post: I have been eyeing the Vertigo Sandman Manga statuette for a while now over at the DC Comics site. It does not come cheap with an almost $90 price tag. It being of limited production might spell its under-availability even in the US but I'll still try my luck with a four-leaf clover poised on my forehead chakra to resemble a bindu but with a much more potent goodluck power for reinforcement. I'm planning on dropping by and asking the kindly owner at Druid's Keep, a comicbook store at Magallanes , to try to get me one since I have not seen its likeness anywhere around here yet and I heard from a fellow comicbook collector friend (whose collection differs in range and quantity from mine by several thousand miles. His being on the lead, of course) that the owner could be requested to do a get-me-a-comicbook-or-a-comicbook-character-statue favor and that he'll most brobably oblige (which is really good for the business, owner-man. Keep the top notch customer service up!). I want it. I want it so bad that I know I'll have it. Soon.

Besides, I like the idea of having Sandman's name poised close to Desire's, them clashing like the opposite poles of a magnet whenever their paths crossed, or so it was told. It's like a promise of some chaotic aftermath for all of us to observe expectantly with a bucket-full of greasy butter-and-salt coated popcorn in one hand and a large cup of ice-cold soda in the other.

As for me being the Sandman, ask Omar (aka Wolverine because I could have sworn I once saw adamantium claws come out of his fists when he once did the routinary chest-out-arms-bent action Wolverine does, complete with facial contortion) and Peewee (aka Nevada, Rain Harper, and Death. All physical characteristics of any of these characters are ironically devoid of her own, believe me). They started the coinage (sorry for the lack of currently available term in my vocabulary bank in lieu of coinage. When I bought the said bank, it did not come with an upgrade-to-later-and-more-current-versions-for-free feature. Again, my sincerest apologies). And I love it!

posted by Fritz @ 11:28 PM