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Mozilla Firefox

2008-10-06T02:57:00.002+08:00

I am an avid Internet Explorer-MS Office-Windows fan.

So when Steve Jobs started making Macbook interesting... I started to wonder if I should be brave enough to do a crossover.

I have been seriously considering using other softwares and not just be an expert for Windows (MS Office included). When Asus launched their eeepc, I thought of getting the Linux OS rather than the Windows one because it was cheaper.

I begged off from that and thought that I need to try out these softwares / operating systems first before I take the plunge.

I started by downloading Mozilla Firefox and let me tell you I'm enjoying it! :)

It was really an accident because of my 'homesickness / husbandsickness,' I wanted to watch a video from one of the Filipino websites but I can only do it if I download Firefox.

I said to myself, why not give it a try.

I am now in Day 2... and I'm still satisfied with it! :)

My Fave Features

Tabs
I like!like! the tabs Firefox has. It's very easy to use and it does not hang like when I use the Internet Explorer.

Now, I only have one window open with a lot of tabs (I have 6 tabs open!). Another plus factor for me is that I sometimes lose battery for the laptop or the power gets cut here at home so when I restarted my machine awhile ago (because we lost power), I was surprised when the Firefox alert asked me if I wanted to re-establish my tabs!

Bookmarking

I have started using bookmarking. It's okay because this is like the counterpart of Internet Explorer's Favorites Folder. I have to discover more about this...

Themes and Add-ons

I have not fully explored on these two features but on their welcome page, Firefox has mentioned that there are themes available including add-ons to make Firefox efficient.

I guess that's about it for the meantime. Let me try and explore Firefox more and we will see how it goes! (".)

Devil Wears Prada

2008-07-02T01:53:00.002+08:00

Finally after a month of reading, flipping back to remember the story, I have finally finished Devil Wears Prada!!

I know…. There was already a movie about it however it still interests me what were the scenes deleted from the movie. In truth, a whole lot of the scenes were deleted!

Movie vs. Book
I am not going to elaborate much on this because the movie has long been shown but I just cannot help but see the difference between what transpired in the movie and what was actually written in the book.

The movie concentrated on the office set-up created by Miranda as well as the ‘new’ senior assistant, Emily.

(a scene from the movie 'Devil Wears Prada')

Another thing I noticed was that in the book the function held in the movie where both assistants were present was never there. Instead, there was a function at the Whitney Museum where Andy and only Andy was the one who attended it.

(a scene from the movie 'Devil Wears Prada')

In real life
After reading the book, it took me back to the very first job that I had. If Andy thought of using Runway as a stepping stone for her writing career, I thought of mine as my way to get more money should I decide to leave the company.

I guess we all have different approaches on how to manage our careers. Some would see it on a personal side and others well, it will then be more on how their career can help them out financially.

However, after all the idiotic requests and manic atmosphere of her work place, Andy has not lost her desire to fulfill her dream – to be a writer and I like that idea because there’s hope :)

OMNI TABLE LAMP MZT-002

2007-01-20T09:25:00.000+08:00

I usually read my books while lying on my sleeping mat. A very relaxing position, indeed, only problem is after just 20 minutes I’d lose consciousness and drift to La-La-Land. The following morning would then find me in the kitchen searching for my first bites while my mom is nagging me for again leaving my bedroom lights on.

So on Christmas Day I decided to troop to the mall and find myself a reading lamp, a table or desk lamp…or whatever else they’re called. For the first time in my life, I found myself walking through the aisles of the hardware section, browsing around pretending to be Tim Allen on a mission for a little ‘home improvement.’ But all I needed was a desk lamp.

I was choosing between a couple of squeegee-looking lamps thinking that their long fluorescent tubes would cast a wider distribution of light. But I was intrigued with this small white and green thing nestled in a corner. When I flipped open its hood, I fell in love with it.

With its hood closed, the Omni Table Lamp MZT-002 doesn’t look like a lamp. Such uniqueness really bought me over.

When I got home, I waited till it’s evening to test it. I placed it on my desk, plugged it in and switched it on. But I forgot to flip open the hood so I found out that it also makes a nifty nightlight, with it casting a soft green light.

And after admiring my new nightlight, I flipped it open and almost blinded myself with its bright light. Its PL7W tube gives perfect illumination for my reading. And thanks to its hood, the flow of light can be adjusted. Now I can shave even at night what little hair that grows on my face, or apply my night cream…err…again shave my manly hair.

There is very little Tokyo in Tokyo Cafe

2007-01-09T07:12:00.001+08:00

In my opinion, at least. And where this blog matters, my opinion is the word of God. Or something like that.

Anyway, P and I were starving one day after walking the whole length of Mall of Asia (if you've ever been there, you'd know how much hell it is walking around that place) and decided to have a bite to eat. We were inside the mall that time and chanced upon a modern-looking place with the name of Tokyo Cafe.

I've read a review from someone I know that the place served good food, though not typical Japanese. I thought it might be like Teriyaki Boy, which serves Japanese dishes spiced up the Western way.

Tokyo Cafe offers the same, and a lot more. What attracted our attention, though, were the hamburgers. Tokyo Cafe offers at least four (I think) kinds of hamburger dishes, with different sauces and sides.

Wafu Hamburg

They also offer pasta and pizza, but we figured we wouldn't be able to finish those, since judging from the other diners we saw eating pasta and pizza, the servings would be more than enough for the two of us.

So P decided to order the Wafu Hamburg (pictured above) while I went with Boneless Chicken. It was described as having all that herbed goodness while still being pretty healthy (or I might have been making that up), and being quite conscious of my eating habits, having gained about 3 pounds extra on top of my 5 pounds over, I was sold on the chicken.

Tokyo Boneless Chicken

For the price, I was expecting a dish good for two people, but when it arrived the chicken barely even looked enough for one. Tsk tsk. Points off for "value for money".

The taste wasn't much to write home about, either. Definitely not what I was expecting. Maybe because it was herbed and not spiced, as is usual with Asian dishes, but the chicken tasted pretty bland. Partner that with the rice P mistakenly ordered, and I found myself eating something close to what paper might taste like if it was dipped in herbs.

The Wafu Hamburg (whattaname) fared a little better. It might just be me and my insistence on hamburger = gravy combos, but this new sauce threw me off. P didn't like it that much either.

I forget what it was called, but it's a traditional Japanese sauce, but now it's been updated and cooked with hamburger and buttered vegetables on a hot plate.

If it was any consolation, the vegetables turned out OK.

I liked their iced teas. Too bad they don't have it BOTTOMLESS.

Lemon and Peach Iced Teas

I figure it might have just been our rotten luck to order the "bad" dishes, because I've looked around the Net for reviews of the place and most people rave about it.

But still, it's worth that first try. Just bring enough cash; their prices were a tad higher than we expected.

Fitness First, Fairview

2007-01-04T23:06:00.001+08:00

I spend so much time there I might as well review it...hehe.

Look lame-o, I have to tell you that I'm not the type to go for gym or workout or any such thing. I am your typical geek. I am all elbows, thumbs, and two left feet. I stumble on nothing. And I am the type to think that what's inside matters so what do I need to look at myself in the mirror for.

That is, until stress drove to seek some form of release. They don't have that thingie in Japan wherein you pay to hit a dummy with a stick over and over. Instead, I went for the next best thing which is... Fitness First!

The price is a bit hefty. (Some friends insist that Slimmer's World is much cheaper and they might be right.) However there are benefits to exercise that no expensive surgery or liposuction has. I will be brief in saying that in my months of stay in FF, my endurance and flexibility grew by leaps and bounds and my heart and back problems were fixed. Also, I could now admire my form in a full length mirror. The endorphins aren't bad either. Better and healthier than an e-party.

I think that each FF branch has a personality. The FF Fort has young, beautiful people abounding it. FF Manila has a mix. FF Fairview has a lot of mommies and lolos but nevertheless, I am most comfortable with it. The people are very friendly and warm.

Most of my friends are FF trainers or Group X instructors. (Note: FF trainers win awards every year.) There's Lolo Paul, my very first trainer and to whom I vented all that stress to, handsome Noel, funny Mike, cute Marts, kind Chelle, beautiful Rommel (Body Balance instructor), and the unmatched Edna who graduated from being a regular client to a Yoga instructor. Imagine that!

I love the Group X classes. There's something for everybody. Body Combat, Body Jam, Retro, Cycling, Retro, or Body Pump. My favorite is obviously Body Balance. BB is a combination of tai chi, yoga, and pilates to the beautiful music of Sting, Sara McLachlan, Sheryl Crowe, Keane, Conjure One, and many other cool musicians. BB is a mind and body exercise.

Edna and Rommel doing a Dancer's Pose in BB

FF for me is long, warm showers, coffee at the lounge with Edna, a glorious BB session with Rommel and the occasional chat with FF friends. It's the only place I can relax. Which is not to say I don't sweat it out there. I do!

Currently, I availed of Personal Training. I don't have the discipline to go at it alone. My advice is if you've got the drive and the know-how, you can manage by yourself. But if you don't, get a trainer. Find one that suits you. Otherwise, you can be paying all year round but not getting anywhere. I've seen people at the machines lifting weights like lost ducks.

My current trainer is M. Rather than expose his quirks here, I will just say that he is a GREAT trainer. Applies the science of it. Great techniques and strategies. Great programs and tracking. He's also got this laser focus. Can't go wrong with M.

Sentro 1771 - Pinoy Gourmet

2007-01-01T19:57:00.000+08:00

For my birthday, HSBC sent me a freebie card to Sentro 1771, located at Greenbelt 3. I can avail of a free Pica-Pica dish free just for showing up, and Garlicky Adobo for a minimum receipt of P1000, as long as I used my plastic, of course.

Now, being the indiscriminate freeloader that I am, I immediately set about planning for dinner there. I've never heard of Sentro (mostly because I'm a cheapskate, even with food), and only found out recently that it was the small dark resto beside the loud and colorful Bubba Gump. P and I decided to have our own Christmas dinner at Sentro, armed with my little card from HSBC.

I've read that Sentro always has a long line of hungry diners waiting for a table, but that time we went, we only had to wait a few minutes for a free table.

As for our dinner, the free Pica-Pica appetizer came first.

Pica-Pica with garlicky vinegar

Tapa, tocino, lumpia and chicken lollipops with the all-too-Filipino vinegar with garlic and onions. The tapa was delicious, I stuffed myself silly with it and hardly left any for P. The other stuff was great too, but I was a big fan of the tapa that night.

For our main course, we ordered the restaurant's most popular dish:

Corned Beef in Tamarind Broth

Corned Beef in Tamarind Broth, or simply Sinigang na Corned Beef, combines the native Filipino tamarind soup with the unusual choice of boneless beef shanks normally used for the canned beef variety and still comes out very tasty, if not a little oily. This is Sentro's bestseller; we were treated to a little taste test when a server came over to us, had us taste the broth in a little espresso cup, and asked us how sour we wanted our sinigang to be. P definitely wanted it sour. I had a pinched face nearly the whole time we ate.

Rated GG

Rated GG is a very cool twist on the humble galunggong, one of my favorite fish. Cut into fillets and cooked with lots of garlic, the dish is a great alternative to the usual fried kind that I love to cook at home. Maybe I should try this. My dad says it was first cooked in paksiw (what's the English word for this?) before being fried with garlic. That seems a lot of work. Ok, maybe not.

My thirst-quencher of choice was the restaurant's bottomless Sago't Gulaman. I'm not a fan of this summer staple, but gave it a try anyway, because as I've said before, I love all drinks bottomless. It doesn't disappoint. I like this drink.

All in all, it was a very satisfying and very filling dinner, albeit a bit more expensive than our usual dinner choices. I would definitely eat here again, as long as it's payday and I'm loaded.

Now for another shot of P in the act of elegantly shoving food in his mouth. =P

I <3 P hehehe

Bye, Bye Mousie

2006-12-23T13:46:00.000+08:00

Some pets last 20 years. Others for a few months. My Mousie just did for a week. But he gave us a helluva fun time during his existence.

I got my Mousie thru our office's Kris Kringle and the guy who gave him to me said he bought him at Blue Magic for P30.

Mousie is no ordinary pet: black, made of flexible, kinda-sticky rubber with two small white dots for eyes and a long, thin tail that can extend from here to eternity; he's got the most itchy feet I've ever seen of any of our office's pet toys.

That tail was a gift to pranksters like us. We would throw Mousie (bless him, he always had fun being thrown) to the ceiling, his tail would stick for a few seconds, then an unsuspecting officemate would pass by and Mousie would timingly release his tail and fall down to the poor fella. It would always result to screams that would make even Satan curl.

Sadly, that tail lasted only two days. One thing about being the lone mouse in an office, Mousie had no outlet whenever he felt 'the urge.' Then one day it just had to happen; he fell in love with the sprightly blinking mouse of a G4 computer that he just couldn't resist it. He humped the poor plastic mouse; humped it well and dry for hours till he accidentaly slipped his tail underneath his paramour. When he had finished, Mousie did what he normally did whenever he was on high places: he jumped! The result was devastating.

Losing his tail did not prevent Mousie to have more jolly good time. Sometimes he would hide in a purse and surprise anyone who slips her hand in it. Or he would frolick inside a styropor of leftover spaghetti and have us wipe him of the tomato sauce and cheese sticking all over him. But whenever he was tired, he would just sit on our lap, hang by the edge of a table or somebody's shoulder and watch whatever we were doing.

But all that fun had to come to an end.

One early morning I saw him on his back, dead. He saw our can of lacquer thinner, sniffed around it, liked what he smelled, and kept on sniffing. But a small rubber mouse could only intake a miniscule amount of fumes, and Mousie had a lot.

We do miss Mousie. He was a great comic, a superb stress reliever with his soft body. Now we content ourselves with a rubber baseball; but it wasn't as much fun as Mousie was. It would bounce off the wall instead of sticking to it, it wouldn't stand still on our shoulders, and most of all, it wouldn't hump any of our computer peripherals.

Bless you, Mousie and thanks for everything.

The Red House Mystery

2006-12-15T09:26:00.000+08:00

A few months ago, I was scavenging over a rack-full of old paperbacks at a book sale when I glanced upon the book this petite girl was reading. I couldn’t see the title as her hand was blocking it but what caught my attention was the author’s name: A. A. Milne.

When she put the book down, I took hold of it and was surprised to find out that the creator of the lovable Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Christopher Robin and the rest of the inhabitants of the Hundred-Acre Wood once wrote something other than a children’s book. For it was a detective novel.

Mr. Milne apparently was just as prolific a writer as H. G. Wells and just as varied in expertise. Of course he is better remembered for Winnie the Pooh but he once commented how he wished people would think of him not just a children’s literature writer.

The Red House Mystery is his only detective novel. He dedicated it to his father:

“My Dear Father,
Like all really nice people, you have a weakness for detective stories, and feel that there are not enough of them. So after all that you have done for me, the least that I can do for you is to write you one. Here it is: with more gratitude and affection than I can well put down here.”

By constantly making allusions and even directly mentioning the greatest of all fiction sleuths, Sherlock Holmes, he had exhibited the influence of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle over his work.

Milne made use of an amateur detective, Anthony Gillingham as his main protagonist accompanied by a simple-minded man, Bill to whom Anthony explains his deductions as plainly as he can put it. It’s like reading Holmes and Watson! The comparison is so direct that at times, the two refer to themselves as Holmes and Watson.

The story is about a man who returns to England after living in Australia for so many years and gets killed while visiting his brother. The other brother then had gone missing, hiding presumably because of guilt. That is what Holmes and Watson…er…Anthony and Bill tried to find out. Did the brother kill his visiting sibling? If he did, where is he? If he was innocent, then why hide?

It is an exciting detective story filled with scheming characters, blundering policemen, sneaking around at night, and hidden passages that could hold the key to the mystery.

Although The Red House Mystery pales in comparison to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s more famous mysteries, A. A. Milne undoubtedly was adept in this genre. Sadly, he didn’t follow this up even though it became a bestseller during its initial print run.

Mile-Hi Diner (Baguio City)

2006-12-07T00:14:00.000+08:00

Brr.

I had not expected it to be so cold in Baguio this time of the year. Anyway, my boyfriend (who shall hereafter be known as P) and I went up this first December weekend to take a break from work, and laze around all day in our room in the summer capital.

We did manage to get up and go out, though, and one of the places we went to was Camp John Hay. I must admit that I am a reckless shopper, and I was looking forward to checking out the shops in Mile-Hi Center (I'd gotten a little sick from the wagwagan and needed a breath of fresh air) and eat in one of the restaurants in the center row.

We'd already been to Little John's (we had a lot of fun drawing with crayons on place mats that served as drawing paper there) on a previous visit, so we decided to check out this 50's looking diner with bright red interiors, lots of Hollywood memorabilia and a really cool-looking jukebox.

Mile-Hi glass coaster

Mile-Hi Diner mainly serves American-style food, but their menu also includes Filipino favorites such as Longganisa, Tapa, Garlic Rice and the like, as well as Chinese food. The prices are just right for healthy servings and the staff are quite friendly. All the while I was there I wanted to stand up and tinker with the jukebox, however, the other curious people checking it out were little kids and toddlers. Dyahe. Haha.

We were starving by then, so we decided to order: Mushroom Soup, Honey-glazed Spareribs, extra Mashed Potatoes with Gravy (all for me), Chicken Cordon Bleu (for P), Potato Wedges, and bottomless Iced Tea.

Let me say it now: whenever Iced Tea or Juice says BOTTOMLESS, I order right away. This time it was a very good thing, as we finished more than three 18 oz. glasses each of the delicious iced tea. Granted, it was Nestea, but it was neither too sweet or bland that drinking it was quite refreshing.

The wedges weren't this few, we already ate more than half of it :P

I had expected the potato wedges to be like Shakey's mojos, but the diner's version also held it own: crisp and cooked just right. The only dip we had was mayo, but it tasted great nonetheless. The mushroom soup was also quite good, but I didn't like that it was partnered with two pieces of Skyflakes crackers. Crusty bread or even croutons would have been a better choice for me.

Honey-glazed Spareribs (too sweet >.<)

I didn't want to eat the rice that came with the spareribs, so I decided to order an additional serving of their mashed potatoes, while P took my rice and ate it with his own mashed potatoes.

It might have been my fault for not scrutinizing the menu as much as I should have, because I had honestly not expected that the spareribs I ordered would be SWEET. Come to think of it, yeah, it was my fault. Haha. The menu did say it was HONEY-glazed.

To counter the sweetness, I slathered a lot of gravy on my potatoes and ate generous servings with every bite of the meat. The gravy acted as all-around dip, because I also dipped my buttered vegetables in it (they all tasted great, by the way). Good thing the staff didn't mind me asking for more gravy.

P's Chicken Cordon Bleu

I'm not a fan of chicken, or ham and cheese, so I declined P's offer of Cordon Bleu. But according to him, the chicken was great. The cheese was literally oozing out of the fillet, and it was filled with just the right amount of ham.

Teeny-weeny potato :P

I love little potatoes! Hehehe. I loved dipping them in the gravy and eating them whole. Very, very good.

The combination of copious amounts of iced tea, potato wedges (or wedgies as we called them hehe), and mushroom soup before my main meal had me full before I could even go through half of my spareribs. Thankfully, P is a wonderful human vacuum, always willing to eat whatever I can't or don't want to eat anymore. The result: clean plates wherever we eat out. We don't eat fashionably. Haha. Thankfully, I haven't fattened him up yet. He's still pretty thin.

P sucking the meat off the spareribs

The Mile-Hi Diner is a great place to eat at if you've got a big stomach. The prices are just right for larger than standard servings, and a myriad of choices on the menu. The food is also very filling--we didn't eat a thing from lunch at 1PM until around 9 or 10 that night. That's how full we were.

It also has a branch in Tagaytay, along a row of restaurants on the main thoroughfare in the city. It might also be worth a visit if you're in the area.

Joan of Arcadia - Entering the Light, Joining the Dance

2006-11-27T22:25:00.000+08:00

I had to think long and hard about what item would be up for my first review. Hey, the first page in a book, the pilot episode in a series, or the opening number is always special right? Well, I racked my brains hard. I knew I wanted something substantial and very meaningful so I knew it had to be.... (drumroll please!).... Joan of Arcadia!

The Short of It: It's an amazing series. Go out there now and GET IT!

The Long of It:

Joan of Arcadia came to me in a weird way. Impulse-buying in the dirty, mean streets of Quiapo where I get my bootleg dvd's. Normally, I would read all the reviews in the Net before I buy a box of anything that would mean me shelling out several hundreds. But. This green box with a picture of a girl looking out just called to me.

Joan of Arcadia is basically the story of an average girl who talks to God. Oh no! It's about saints! And religion! Well, that's what you might think but it's not. Everything is low-key and there's no preaching from a pedestal. There's just Joan muddling away in her everyday.

Joan's family

Hers is a normal family. Dad is the county's sherriff. Older brother is the once-hunk, now-cripple who's dishing out the angst. Mom comes across as some sort of worrywort. Younger brother is the neglected genius who's relatively quite sane. Sans the witty repartee. And Joan is just, well Joan. She's not a looker. She gets pink slips. And agonizes over what to wear for the first day of school just like you and me.

On this particular day, she gets on the bus. (Warning! Spoilers to follow! Read at your own risk!) There's been some hullaballoo but I'm not telling you what. Anyway, this Cute Guy with brown hair and a brown coat joins her in walking to school. There's a lot that goes on but in a nutshell, he tells her he's God. (Okay, should I start writing with a capital H now?)

Joan and Hunk God

Of course, Joan thinks the guy is cuckoo. I mean, wouldn't YOU? Maybe it's the latest pick up line. Joan whips out her dad the sheriff as threat material but then Cute Guy renders her speechless right there in the very middle of school with...

"I know who your father is, Joan. He's Will Girardi, born September 4, 1955, Chicago. His father was Gerald Girardi. His mother was Eleanor Monroe. He had an uneventful childhood, attended Mother Cabrini High School and Morton Junior College. After that he joined the police force in 1980. Then he met your mother, one Helen Brodie. She was an art school dropout. You're the middle child of three. About a year and half ago, your older brother Kevin was in a car accident. Fractured his back, left him a paraplegic. You have one other brother, Luke, who's fifteen. Your favourite colour's green. You love salt on cantaloupe. Jim Doss broke your heart in eighth grade. You're afraid of clowns."

Silence. Stretching interminable. But everything happens in a hearbeat.

I'm sure that in her head, Joan groped for a logical explanation. I mean, there's the Internet. And private investigators. Not to mention stalkers!

So Joan walks away from the Crazy Cute Guy but when she gets out from school, he's still right there. Exactly where she left him. She tells him to get lost but he doesn't. Instead, he calls out to her to remind her about a promise she didn't keep. And she turns back to him slowly and asks what it is. You get the feeling that Joan is afraid to hear it but hear it she must.

And Cute Guy says seriously with a whimsical smile on his face, "Let's see, that you'd study hard, stop talking back, clean your room and even go to church, if I recall, if I let your brother live." "Omniscience. Look it up."

Okay, a finger on the pause button here. How would YOU feel if a guy comes up to you, tells them they're God, and proceeds to tell you your most secret prayers which have NEVER EVER been uttered in the cruel light of day. Freaky.

And that's how it started. Later on in the show, it won't be just Cute Guy God visiting her. Like he says, he's not always in this form. Sometimes, he's Cafeteria Woman God, or Little Girl God.

Joan and Little Girl God

My personal favorite aside from Cute Guy God is Goth God. But whatever form He takes, God gives out some "suggestions" to Joan which pretty much turns her life upside down but always with suprising results.

So how did it keep me from work all week?

The production is great. Great actors and actresses, great chemistry, directing, cinematography, and most off all, AMAZING script. Sometimes, you've got a really intelligent script but it gets mangled in the hands of an incompetent director. Not so with this one. Everything just comes together to form one really excellent show.

The characterization is also excellent. Aside from her family, Joan has the rebellious Grace Polk and spaced-out Adam Rove. (Adam spent some time on my desktop for obvious reasons. ^^)

The Sub-Rejects

And there's all the nuggets of wisdom that you can pick up. It's said so casually but it is ever so meaningful. I've promised myself to watch this several times for all those other lines I missed. It's like that really great book you have that has layers. There's something new every time you go through it. It's the same with Joan of Arcadia. There's something for everyone. And we're not talking about things like hair styles or fashion.

One of the most unforgettable episodes for me is when Bob Marley God tells Joan to learn to skip rope. Why? I'd love to tell the story but there's already way too much spoilers here. Just wanna say that for this episode, what struck me was how we all touch each other's lives. Just one word or action is enough to change somebody's life. Drastically.

Here are some dialogues from Joan of Arcadia.

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Joan: So, my true nature is to be a catalyst? That is mad anti-climatic.
Electrician God: Anti climactic. Anti-climatic means you're against the weather.

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Pizza Delivery God: What, no tip? I got it here under thirty minutes.
Joan: Like that's hard for you.
[she closes the door on him]

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Joan: God smokes?
Liquor Store Clerk God: I don't inhale.

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Electrician God: Are you looking for me?
Joan: Um, I'm not sure.
God: Cause when you're alone, that hideous Titanic song makes you cry.
Joan: Why do you have to be so mean?
God: Why do you have to keep questioning me? Most people would be on their best behavior. Joan: Okay, look whatever. I was thinking about what you said when I asked you to cure Kevin. How it would show favoritism and that I'm an instrument of God. Then I realized, you want me to become a scientist, so I can discover a cure for Kevin.
God: Newsflash Joan, you don't need to let me in on your thinking process, I'm omniscient.

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[Joan is talking to God in the hallway of her school. God appears as an older woman selling cupcakes]
Joan: So what do you want me to fail at this time?
God: Now what makes you think you failed? You did exactly what I asked you to do - you observed.
Joan: Hmm! And what good did that do anybody? Ramsey's going to jail, Adam hates me even more...
God: Observation is a more powerful force than you could possibly reckon. The invisible, the overlooked, and the unobserved are the most in danger of reaching the end of the spectrum. They lose the last of their light. From there, anything can happen.
Joah: [sighs] Okay. Fine, I observe Ramsey, his life is still ruined.
God: His life wasn't the only one at stake.
Joan: What do you mean?
God: [Starts pointing out different students in the hallway] There's Laura Eason, ninth grader. She plays the flute. She would have been one of the first to go,
[gunshot sound]
God: coming out of Orchestra at the wrong time. And Andrew Bayer - he would have tried to save his friend Lawrence DiStasi and lost his life
[two gunshots]
God: . And Gavin Price
[gunshot]
God: , and three other students in the cafeteria. And Mr. Harvey. And Ms. Schmidt in the library. And finally, Steve Ramsey himself. And for each of these faces Joan, there are twelve more whose lives would have come to an end today - lives altered forever by you. By the simple effect of being present, by entering the light, by joining the dance.
[Joan wipes away a tear]

Oh and btw, anything with the Dalai Lama in its opening credits has to be good.