Reality in Fiction

 

I love movies! But who doesn’t?Or rather many would associate with movies.

Nowadays we just don’t have movies but TV series, web stuff and what not. It so happens, I have a thing for science fiction, and if it is delivered in audiovisual format it is a double joy for me!

There was TV program (man! don’t I feel archaic saying this) I loved called The Twilight Zone when I was a kid and it always screened on Sundays after 9:00 pm news. I always wondered if ever there was a thin line-that was invisible to me, between the fiction in the science and the reality of my life. {Yes back then I considered my teenage years a huuuuuuge life, it was the isht!}

Years later and the many advancements in technology, I do I feel glad to have seen and experienced these changes in my lifetime. It seems I was not far off from thinking of a close to reality the fiction I enjoyed in my teens and still do enjoy now.

The Netflix series “Black Mirror”  seems to have some chilling parallels to our current reality that the series portrays.. capture

Here’s the full article by Steve Blakeman

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Giving “Credit” where its deserved

Giving credit is a key ingredient in being a good human being. It so happens that this is something that I have learned the easy and the hard way. The key is in giving credit it does not necessarily have to be for a good thing. We should also give people “credit” for their bad manners….and this my friends requires (as they say) some jaws of steel and some balls!

Kudos to Caroline; I’m with you on this one here we should all be talking like these to these bunch of so-called politicians… (ReBlogged from the Star)

“FIF” factor of a bucket list

It so happens that…….ooh well it just did, so Kick It!  There is something about bucket lists.

Granted the Movie was and still is one of the best in my view. I just find them ….a little ginene. (Ginene is a rather magical phrase. It can fill the space in a conversation where you can’t just find the right word. It can be something naughty….for the times you’re referring to something of the sexual nature or describing a body part. It it can also be as simple as saying the word “something”) 

I have realized that “F*&^ it” lists are more interesting. Reflecting deeply on this, it so happens (aaah there you go) this was more of what I lived by. Such a handy, refreshing, invigorating, and ginene mantra not just for work but in life. I called it the FIF factor

The FiF factor is inspired by comedy one guy to be specific: Katt Williams…a confession here folks. I looove comedy to bits. Comedians are the angels of this life.  Just think about; if you can’t laugh, what can you do!?

So FIF is F*&^ it Factor,  or just FIF factor. Have you ever had one of those experiences where no matter the effort you put down, either by design, influence or just randomness; things don’t work as they were to be….<okay you can insert the phenomena that is “the Boss” here>.

So FIF!

Or those things that our so called “society” expects you should have done, or achieved by xx age and you are no where close to the vicinity of it..just like the milk in the tea served at funerals. Just FIF!

Katt Williams so rightly puts it….

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…….there is a chemical in…..that is called F*&^ it/ and if you could just get that into your system it could change your life

To Katt, there is a context to the FIF.  But trust you me you can always learn and borrow the FIF and live by it, without the need for Katt’s context for the FIF.

What’s the 11th item on your bucket list? Hell there is only one thing. Its more than just a list.. its the FIF factor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Random rumblings in the Here and Now…

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It so happens I am a “Noct”! Actually the word is a nocturnal but it sounds more modern-high-techie said as so. I’m not sure if “Noct” is actually a word. But hey! I always have been, a Noct-I become active at night rather than going to bed. For this I am blaming my design school days where I would “sleep tomorrow and wake up tomorrow”.

This is not uncommon. What am up to is ..errm… not that it is not important. Well lets see

I just stumbled on an interesting DIY website, and there is this link from a online group I belong to that has got me glued to my screen. The wrist-watch search I have been doing for a long while, it is now that I am getting some good hits, and the mosquitoes are on a blood-thirsty frenzy.

Wait…. and there is this radio stationed that I have stumbled on as I started this which is playing some classic African rhumba music. The kind of music that is 12 minutes long. Twelve minutes of soothing , leg thumping and finger snapping from the perfect marriage of guitar strings ad mellow sounds and a bass line so perfect. I feel like I am swimming. 12 whole minutes of nothingness that is not boredom. 12 minutes of music in a language that is unknown to me but I don’t care. The 12 minutes makes me wonder what could I do in the 12 minutes that the song is playing .

Such is the fire to the “Noct” behaviour. More like the wood that keeps a fire at the camp-fire alive and kicking….I digress.

If I had only 12 minutes left what would I do with it? Think of the pretty faces that I missed the chance chat up rather than smile and admire from far? Remember the embarrassing stuff I have done in my yesteryears? Weed out my phone book? Catch up with this book that is now overdue…truthfully am afraid to finish reading it. Could this be that I am delaying gratification? Why did I get internet to the house…it is not helping!?

Well three songs have passed. 3 sets of 12 minutes thinking with my fingers on the keyboard. What did I do with the 12 minutes? I did this; what is here. Words of admitting my nocturnal tendencies.

I am still breathing. My senses still good and for this I give Thanks. Another 12 minute track is about to end, it is coming to the part where you can’t hold it and have to get up and dance.

Enjoy your sets of 12 minutes.

Image courtesy of http://www.12minuteathlete.com/

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Reset

So happens that its been quite a while since I penned something. I guess i let it really go. Sometimes the best way to go back to get back to the beginning of it…

I variation of my name is OTIENO B.C. WHY because I believe names are versions of yourself. I’m told I laugh alot, I smile alot, I’m loud, I’m tall, and if this is what is seen then it’s true. I think I’am shy, but I’ve seen myself overcome it day by day!

I love the outdoors, find humour in people (our behaviour, our words), enjoy ideas from people, and adding value to what is there around me. I am a communicator, who i think as a bridge to what can be and will be.

I’m a collector of sorts, every item, picture, scrap, is connected to some story. In my next life I will probably be the ocean, so that i can travel wherever. In my past life… well this is it. I think I have used the word “think” so many times and will continue to do so till my last breath because thinking and ideas are the greatest asset of my generation..

These writings are what happens at various times in my year if my name was a year. The year OTIENO B.C.

I have never done this before, so here goes……