Music, music has come along way. Isn’t crazy how music has transformed and how today you can mix different kids of genres and it sounds good? I trip out on how music can affect a person’s life let alone the world. Remember the Macarena?

Anyways I love all kinds of styles except anything too weird but other than that I can listen to almost any kind of music. As long as it doesn’t say anything stupid. But I must say my fav genres are:

Hip Hop
Soft Rock
Alternative Rock
Mod Rock
Some Rap
Soft Music
Big Band
New Wave
Deep House
Meregue House
Contemporary Christian
Christian anything
And all kinds of mixtures.

What are some of yours?

New Point System!!!!!

Hey All,

I just implimented this way cool new point system on the site. If you look over to the left hand column you will notice a new box that says “Top EM Members”.

For now on, when we have contests, like our current “The Others DVD” Contest, to qualify to win you must do something on the site. It’s going to be quite diplomatic, the top posters of the week, month, whatever, will now be able to win cool stuff.

The point break down will be this

Submit A News Story or Scoop = 5
Commenting on a story = 2
Submitting a Download = 3
Voting on a Download = 1
Submitting a Weblink = 2
Voting on a link = 1
Posting in Forums = 2
Poll Comments = 1

In order to win “The Others”, the top 7 posters for the next two weeks will win the DVD, the bottom 10 will receive a VHS.

We will be doing the same thing for LOTR DVDs in August as well.

Blue Velvet: Special Edition

You either like David Lynch, or you don’t. It really can be that cut and dry. I like him. A lot. My wife always approaches his films with the same unbridled enthusiasm, and gives the exact same response when the film has ended: “I have no idea what that was all about, and don’t think I care to find out.” Bless her soul, she continuously returns for more days later.

“Blue Velvet” elicits many of the same exhilarated emotions, from confusion to hatred and back to confusion. You can mimic the experience without the DVD by breaking into a crazy lady’s apartment, hiding in her closet and observing the world through the slat of a door. But what fun is that? Instead, pop in MGM’s Special Edition of “Blue Velvet” and enjoy the non-visually-impaired sights. Seen through the eyes of a fresh-faced Kyle MacLachlan, Lynch’s film peels back the first layer of flesh from the surface of the rosy suburban lifestyle to show that even here, in the land of yellow flowers and white picket fences, a character like Frank Booth (Dennis Hopper) can cause such havoc in the lives of such innocent bystanders. But enough about “seen” and “through the eyes” because MacLachlan, playing inquisitive Jeffrey Beaumont, begins his journey by finding a severed ear in a field. Sounds like trouble. Jeffrey’s attempts to place the ear with its owner land him in the apartment of Dorothy Vallens (Isabella Rossellini), a tortured beauty with skeletons (and Jeffrey) in her closet. In an effort to keep her kidnapped husband and son alive, Vallens must play sexually charged mind games with Frank, a deranged bully whose lack of motivation makes him equally puzzling and dangerous as a snake. “Velvet” comes off as confusing some times, and vicious at others. The women in the film, from Rossellini to a young Laura Dern, put all too much trust in the male characters – and in Lynch as their director – only to end up used and abused in the end. One woman, left with nothing else to do, dances atop a car while Frank pummels a shackled Jeffrey. We feel helpless throughout, which appears exactly the way Lynch wants us to feel. While not quite as baffling as “Eraserhead” or his most recent, “Mulholland Drive,” “Blue Velvet” does twist our guts with anticipation of the next scene. Few other directors can manipulate so effectively with visuals and a catchy soundtrack. Lynch is an original, and while not at the top of his game, you can see enough of his talents on display in this flick.Grade: BTHE EXTRASThere are extras? Fans of Lynch will be pleasantly surprised, as the director has become infamous for leaving them off his DVDs to date. But MGM’s “Blue Velvet” offers a few entertaining sequences that have been pulled from the archives but prove valuable nonetheless.The first place I went after watching the film was to the “Siskel & Ebert” review excerpt, saved from their TV show back in 1986. Knowing Ebert publicly dismissed with a one-star review, I expected analysis, debate and a solid piece. Instead, this is a 1:30 clip where puritan Roger rails Lynch for keeping Rossellini in the nude for 3/4 of the film. While I tend to agree with the excessiveness of Lynch’s approach to his female leads, I’d hoped for more from this piece. Siskel seemed to really enjoy the film.The in-depth analysis comes in the form of an eight-segment, 70 minutes “Mysteries of Love” documentary. It features recent interviews of the cast interspersed with file footage of Lynch explaining the film. While it would’ve been nice to have Lynch explain how the film has affected his career in hindsight, I do appreciate hearing how he approached the film back then, and his cats does a great job filling in the blanks many years later. The doc serves as a time capsule, and a bridge to the present day that we’re not frequently treated to. Finally, MGM includes several infamous “Deleted Scenes” that wrap up the DVD, along with a stills gallery, a trailer and two TV spots.Grade: B+OVERALL EXPERIENCE: B+Strong extra features contribute rare background material to a film many consider an American classic. While I’m not quite in that camp, I did enjoy “Blue Velvet” for its brazen approach to difficult material, and completely recommend the DVD.By Sean O’ConnellJune 7, 2002

Strange question

I was listening to the radio the other day on my way to go out to lunch. Well they asked a question, and i have been trying to figure it out since then. You see, by the time I got back in my car they were onto something else. Here’s the question:

What are the ten body parts on a human that are only three letters? (@$$ does not count)

1) leg
2) arm
3) hip
4) toe
5) ear
6) eye
7) lip

Can anyone finish the list???

Music Videos

Does anyone else think that music has gotten to be [b]way[/b] to visual? I personally do not care how the artist looks. They are either able to sing good or they are not. Now, medicore singers are able to make it just because they have the look. Does anyone else have a problem with this???

Bad Company

Try “Bored Company.” Potluck casting finds audacious comedian Chris Rock filling dual roles, first playing a murdered CIA agent, and then playing the agent’s street-smart twin who’s recruited by our government to complete his brother’s planet-saving assignment.

A subdued Anthony Hopkins lazily works his way through as Rock’s frustrated mentor, though the Academy Award winner couldn’t look more disinterested if he tried. Early gags work well in this brawn-for-brains spy rehash, sparked by Rock’s natural charisma and observational quips. But a logical conclusion completely eludes director Joel Schumacher, whose bland paint-by-numbers approach to filmmaking robs the proceedings of any suspense. Ultimately, “Bad Company” unsuccessfully attempts to fit a mere 2 pounds of story into a 5-pound bag, leaving room for a lot of dead space.Grade: D

EA Father’s Choice Part 10

My dad is letting me use is PDA to type on. He has attached a little keyboard to it, and now I can write any where, and i am able to transfer it back to the computer. So you can expect my quickness in writting to keep on going…

Part 10

Henry was hundreds of miles away from home, but that is where all his thoughts were. He regularly received letters from there, but none told him what he wanted to know. Many thoughts had been filling his head since he had left there. He was often curious as to how things were progressing between Danielle and Charles, but there was another thought that troubled him even more. Who exactly was his sister?

In England, he had run across some of his mother’s relatives in the market. They were staying at one of their estates that was located in the area. Henry was obliged to spend a few evenings in their company. One night, they took him on a tour of the estate, and he was taken down a hall that was overflowing with pictures. He did his best to examine them, but found no trace of his sister in any of them.

He felt as if he was reading a mystery. The only difference was that he had yet to find a piece of the puzzle. He just found himself in endless dead ends. Finally, he grew sick of the constant searching, and decided to write to his mother. She had always been a good observer, and maybe there was something that he had overlooked.

Dear Mother,

I will save you the small talk that is normally proper way to start a letter. Instead, I have a question to ask you. For a great while now, I have been bothered by it. In me, I can easily see family resemblance. I have father’s cheeks, and your nose. Danielle, however, seems to share nothing with either of you.

At home, I examined our picture of our family, and have seen nothing. I always just dismissed it and said that she looked like your side of the family. No longer can I believe that. Here in England, I ran into a few cousins of yours. They had an extensive collection of family pictures. After examining them, I no longer know what to think.

I guess part of me is suggesting that Danielle is not really my sister. I know that I must seem insane to you. I am sure you are waiting for me to tell you that this is just some kind of joke, but I promise you that I am quite serious. A simple reply will do, but I need you to tell me the truth.

Your ever loving son,


When Marie received this letter, she was a little shocked, but part of her expected it. She knew that both of her children were intelligent, and to be quite truthful she was surprised it took one of them this long to start to figure things out.

At first, she thought she should consult with Francis, he, undoubtedly, had a plan in case something like this happened. She was close to bringing it up with him a few times, but could not bring herself to do it. Her mind kept on telling her that he would act without consulting her, so why should she not do the same thing. She detained her answer for a week and a half when she finally made herself write back.

Dear Henry,

I have long thought that one of my children would figure out the family secret before we announced the truth to the world. Your father would probably disapprove of what I am about to do, but he has angered me enough times that I no longer care. The truth would have come out on Danielle’s seventeenth birthday, which is now only six months away.

On the night of Danielle’s birth, your sister was also born. She passed away that night. Your father was devastated, and he hid the truth from me in order to help me recover. Later that evening, he found Danielle in a basket and a note from a father pleading that whoever should find his child should care of her. The only thing the man asked was that we raised her as our own and that on her seventeenth she be told the truth.

For five years, your father hid the truth from me. When he did tell me, I was greatly angered. Things were never the same between us again. All his life he has tried to raise Danielle to be exactly what a young lady should be so that when the truth came out she would still be held with respect in the eyes of the nobles.

You now know the truth. Danielle is not your sister. All I ask is that you do not tell another soul. Danielle shall know soon enough. Just let her enjoy what little time she has left living in blindness. I am sure that you will understand, and do as I wish.



Henry folded the letter, and tossed it into the fire in his room. He only read it once, and yet he knew ever line of it. For a long time, he had had a feeling that Danielle was not related to him, but now he did not know what to do. The truth shocked him.

He just let himself sink into a chair and look out the window at passer goers on the street. He sat in reflection. He had been gone from home for four months now. He had told Danielle in his first letter to her that he should be gone no more than three months. Being away from Danielle had made him realize how much she meant to him, and that thought scared him. So, he stayed away longer.

He had tried to fall in love with some English ladies, but it had failed miserably. It was now he realized why. No one could make themselves fall in love with someone; it was just something that happened naturally, something that had already happened for him.

Before now, he would not admit it to himself. He could not be in love with his sister because it just was not the way that things worked. Now, though he felt he could safely love her because she was not his sister at all. The thought sent chills up and down his spine. He wanted to write Danielle right away to tell her how he felt. He grabbed a piece of paper and was preparing it when he realized that he couldn’t. Danielle did not know the truth and would not know the truth for awhile.

That thought depressed him, but he would not let it ruin his excitement. His eye then fell on another letter that had came in the mail. He opened it up. It was from Charles and was dated some two months ago. The letter must have been lost in the mail.


I am not one who tends to write, but I could not resist writing to you. I am in such a joyful mood. Since your departure, I have continued to visit your sister. We have been getting on perfectly. You have long known of my affection for her, but till now I doubted that she felt the same for me. With each passing day, I grow more confident. Soon, I plan to ask her to be mine. I have no doubt of what her answer will be…

The letter continued on in such a way, and Henry wanted to throw it into the fire with each line he read. When he did finish reading it, that was the very thing he did. The letter had filled him with such rage that he had to take a stroll in order to clear his mind.

On the walk, he ran into an old friend of his whom had just came from France. “Your Highness, I have just heard the most joyful news. The Marquis de Limoges is engaged. Is that not joyful news?”

Henry did not answer. He just kept on walking. This was the very last thing he wanted to hear right now. He went back to the inn. He informed his guards that they would be leaving with in the hour. He hoped to be back home in three days. It was normally a five-day journey, but he would not sleep until he was home.

He was able to accomplish this feat. When he arrived home, it was late in the evening, and he did not want to bother anyone. He decided to sneak in through the same secret way that Auguste had came through when he dropped off his child. On the other side of the garden, he saw two figures talking. His eyes watched them. He then watched as they kissed. Just at that moment the moon came out from behind a cloud and revealed the man to be Charles.

EA A Father’s Choice Part 9

Part 9

For the next few weeks, Charles would come ever few days. He would first spend a few minutes with Henry, but would quickly go off in search of his sister. He would usually find her in either the library, or siting in the garden. They would spend an hour or so together, and he would then return to Henry.

Danielle soon found comfort in the regularity of things. Every few days she would have a visit from one of her two close friends. Both visits she would enjoy greatly, but they could not fill up all of her time. Her mother would take walks with her, but during the walks her mother was constantly encouraging her to try and find a husband. Finally, she grew sick of these conversations and stopped taking as many walks.

On her brother’s recommendation, she started to spend more time visiting with the courtiers. At first, she only went to please her brother, but slowly she started enjoying having chats with them. If she had known that the recommendation was really her father’s and not her brother’s, she would have probably never allowed herself to enjoy them. She quickly developed the talent of distinguishing between the good apples and the bad. Occasionally, she would misjudge, but not often.

One day, she went on a solitary walk in the hedges. She overheard people talking on the other side of the hedge. She did her best to not pay attention, but when she heard her own name being spoken she found it hard not to listen. The lady was talking to a gentleman. “Yes, it appears the Princess shall be married by the end of the year to that Marquis. He sure knew how to play his cards right by becoming friends with the Prince first.”

The gentlemen replied, “Yes, I only wish I would have planned thing out as well as he did. Then it would be me who was having private meetings with the Princess. Nevertheless, part of me is relieved that I did not end up with her. From what I hear, she is very strong minded and stubborn. She would not have made for a good wife.”

Danielle could not bear what she was hearing, and yet she would not let herself stop listening. The women spoke again, “Yes, I went to school with her. I was nothing but civil to her, and yet she would have nothing to do with me. I think her parents have spoilt her too much for her own good. Her brother, though, is quite agreeable. When he picked his sister up, we had quiet an agreeable chat. Since then, I have seen him a number of times, and we have had quite a few little chats. I would not be surprised if soon he asked me for my hand.”

Danielle recognized that voice. She listened another minute to try and realize where she recognized that voice from. The girl continued, “I have half a mind to make the Marquis fall in love with me. It would serve two purposes. One, it would bring up jealousy in the Prince, and would make him realize how much he needs me. Two, it would allow me to get some revenge on the horrible Princess.” Danielle needn’t listen any more she knew the voice was that of her worst enemy, Marguerite.


Henry had been spending a lot of time with his sister lately. He felt that he needed to make up lost time from when she was away at school, but today he had news that would disappoint her. They were siting in Henry’s sitting room. He was teaching her about some new writings that were just published. Soon, the lesson was over and a few minutes of silence followed. Finally, Henry sat down next to Danielle. “I am going to be leaving for awhile on business.”

Immediately Danielle reacted, “I thought you had had a talk with father about this. I thought that he was going to no longer make you go on so many trips.”

“And I have not been going on so many trips. I still can not go on no trips at all. It is expected that I am present for certain occasions. When I am older, I can more easily refuse, but right now it is necessary that I attend. Besides, I am sure you are getting sick of your old brother.”

A few days later, Henry left for England. One of the Princes was getting married and a representative of France was required to be there. Henry had promised his father that he would go long before Danielle had came home, and he felt that he should keep his word. While he was in England, he would have to stay a few weeks with a number of different officials. The whole trip would take him roughly three months.

Danielle was not aware of the length of the trip until later. She was a bit upset that her brother had not trusted to tell her the truth, but she would get over it. Once he was gone, things started to change for Danielle. Charles would come to see her more often and his visits were starting to increase in length.

To Danielle, this was merely a friendly gesture. He knew that her brother was gone and that she must be lonely. The gossip she had overheard in the garden she took for just that. Besides, what kind of trusty source was Marguerite?

Whenever Charles would come, she was eager to please. They would spend their time riding, and in the garden, but Danielle’s favorite place was in the library. She found that Charles was just as filled with information as Henry was. She greatly enjoyed draining all the information from him that was humanly possible.

Two months went by in this fashion. Charles was enjoying ever smile that she would cast his way while she was enjoying her new friend. Each thought of the other differently, and both assumed that the other thought the same day they did. This illusion could only be kept so long.

One gorgeous day, things changed. They were sitting peacefully drinking their tea. Danielle was in the middle of one of her speeches when Charles looked up at her with a wide smile across his face. Danielle stopped mid-sentence. “What is it?”

A slight blush came to his face, “I was just thinking. That’s all.” There was a little twinkle in his eye.

“I am almost afraid to ask what you were thinking since it did bring a blush to your face, but I am never one to keep quiet.” Charles did not answer; he just merely smiled back at her. In a questioning tone, Danielle spoke again, “What is it?”

He cleared his throat, “Danielle, there is something I must tell you. I can no longer hide it from you. You mean the world to me, and can not picture my life with out you. I know you are still young, but my heart can not wait any longer to hear the answer to a question that has been on my mind many weeks now. Danielle I would be most honored if you would become my wife.”

Danielle did not know what to say. She just simply stared at him for a moment. Her thoughts were racing at the speed of light. Charles spoke again, “I understand if you are too overcome with joy to answer me. Your silence tells me the truth that your mouth can not speak.” He tries to embrace Danielle.

She breaks away from him and backs away slowly, “No you do not understand. There has been a misunderstanding.” Charles just stared back at her. “You have been nothing but a good friend to me, but I am sorry to state that I do not share you affection. I wish I could make you happy, but you deserve better than me.”

Softly Charles speaks as he sinks into his chair, “There is nothing better than you.”

Danielle shakes her head, “You are so lost in your own feelings that you do not see what is right in front of you. I have many faults. I am horrible at being ‘proper’, I am as wild as a young boy, I do not take authority well, in fact I do not take any instruction well. I prefer to do things my own way. I would make many costly mistakes. I am not fit to be anybody’s wife, let alone yours.” Danielle was surprised by her own words, but she had no time to think about them now. “I must be going. Good day.”

She quickly fled from the garden and to her room. There she watched Charles in the garden until he left a good twenty minutes later. Once she saw him ride away, she broke down in tears. Little did she know that her father was at her door wishing to enter in to comfort her, and yet not daring to do so.

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