Another strange dream. I was walking at the park by my old digs in Bucktown late during a warm summer night. I saw some people at the far end of the park as I was idly walking in their general direction. As I looked closely I saw that the man looked very familiar...it was Alex Trebek...what in the hell was he doing around here? It was kind of strange. He was talking with somebody, his wife? And the woman he was with was faceless, like somebody put a motion blur effect on her. I couldn't see her face, and it was maddening. I wanted to run up to her and thrash her, but I restrained myself. They were talking about God and the Devil and about how much they hated telemarketers who called them. I think I heard this faceless woman speaking in Klingon, or Russian...not sure which.

"She must be one ugly byiatch" I said to myself, laughing at my own comment. I really loved this park...

"You little shithead!" Alex snarled in a pissed off rage at me, and it took me by surprise. He unleashed his mean looking poodle after me, which I started to laugh and mock...'What a gay looking chiwawa' I said smugly...but the damned creature suddenly transformed itself into a big ass Great Dane, a dog I'd feared when I was a little brat... and it came sprinting across the field towards me with alarming speed, obviously wanting to bite a big meaty pound of flesh out of my perfectly sculpted ass...drool and spittle flew from its mouth in deep anticipation of eating me.

As the big ass stupid looking mutt got near me I suddenly yanked out a huge katana and proceeded to cut all four of the beasts legs out from underneath it with one very skilled finishing move. For some reason I felt like I was a real life character in some dungeons & dragons type of video game. Alex was strangely roaring at me in Korean, and then started to tell me answers to questions I couldn't quite get. "You speak Korean?" I asked him, suddenly sheathing my bloodied blade into a scabbard...the dog's blood hadn't stained this oversized ginsu knife. In the background I heard the Jeopardy theme song playing..."Yeah fuck Who want's to make a deal! Let's get it on!" I howled stupidly. The faceless woman Alex was walking with suddenly leaped up, inspired by my enthusiasm she high fived me.

"You don't watch my show anymore, do you kid?" Alex asked with a slight tinge of sadness evidenced in his voice. I felt very guilty all of a sudden, because honestly I did stop and I wondered to myself why I felt so dark guilty about it...this smug little bastard's just a game show host. Maybe secretly deep down I always wished I had a dad like Alex, who knows lotsa kooky sheit and gets paid boku bucks for knowing it...or just reads the teleprompter so well he's conned himself into thinking that he's smarter than yoda.

The dog was slowly bleeding on the ground and whimpering. The faceless blurred out woman knelt over him and was doing something to him. She began drenching the dying dog in charcoal lighter fluid and asked me if I had a light in a weird voice..."I quit smoking" I explained to her....the smell of lighter fluid was off...it smelled like a beer fart. Alex's usually kind eyes glared at me and he pointed at his dying dog and roared 'Finish him!' like he was a Samurai or something. I tossed the sword to the ground and yelled "You finish him he's your stupid dog you blithering fool!"

Then I woke up....wanting to watch some Jeopardy all of a sudden.

Labels: dreams

Apparently in Germany there's now nude flying available to fliers. This might catch on, it'd be a very good security countermeasure to curb terrorist bombings...but then, I think I'd rather be blown to kingdom come than to see naked terrorists...that'd prob scar me for life.

Labels: kooky

Online Videos by Veoh.com

I ran across this awhile ago when a ex coworker showed it to me, quite crazy and funny at the same time. Apparently this kooky bastard submitted this video along with a 11 page resume to some investment bank in hopes of a job. This could very well be a SNL skit.

Labels: lmfao, videos

I had an eerie dream where something bad took place, like someone attacked and injured me. After, I was gazing in a bathroom mirror and saw that I had these black puffy sockets and these evil demoniacal looking eyes. It might not sound very terrifying, and maybe it wasn't but it weirded me out.

Labels: dreams

In this wired article there's aplenty of funny apple store employee's accounts concerning how rude, stupid, and idiotic some celebrities truly are.

I think I was actually envious of these apple peeps not because they got to rub shoulders with the stars, but because they go to annoy the fuck out of some of the more retarded ones who expected to get their silly asses kissed...what great fun to mess with their heads.

Labels: fun

I was watching Startrek the next generation, well not exactly watching rather it was just on while I was playing yahoo! chess. In this episode, Wharf wants to go and discover if he has any faith. He goes to a planet where a bunch of religious Klingons are getting in touch with their spiritual side.Then, Kayless a God-like figure to the Klingon empire comes before him. Wharf's skeptical at first, but after awhile becomes convinced. Later, Galron exposes Kayless as a fraud, and later its learned this Kayless character is a clone made from the blood of the original Kayless. They declare the Kayless clone the Emperor.

This story struck in me an idea. I should be Emperor, supreme chancellor, boss and what not. Because I represent an idea and like I learned in V for Vandetta you can't kill an idea. You can't touch, kiss, hurt, or kill an idea. You can't fuck with or silence an idea for that matter. Anotherwards I'd be invincible, just let me live inside your heart and soul and mind. Words are life after all.

I was thinking of a means of packaging myself as an idea. I call it the Love Cult. Have you seen Eyes Wide Shut? It'd be like a cross between that masked sex society meets Fight Club, but instead of beating the living crap out of one another we'd have group orgies while enjoying such cable classics as Entourage, Rome, or Deadwood (get it, dead wood? lmfao) other ideas came to mind, like Fcuk Club, or Joy Fcuk club...but love's always a compelling word. This is my retirement pension idea. Joining is cheap, $19.95 a month. We divy this secret underground organization up into local chapters, meet in people's houses and have singles parties. One caveat is that only attractive peeps are allowed, fat and ugly people have to enter into a special group that has to train in our illustrious program thats really like The Biggest Loser meets Nip Tuck, we call it Loser Tuck or ur fcuked. I know this because Tyler knows this.

First on my secret agenda would be to forge a super elite council of leaders, my own Legion of Doom. Being the evil genius that I already am I would of course be the Lex Luthor of this prestigiously pimp possee...I am the James Bond of all Asians after all. I'd be in charge of the Asian chapter, while my second in command would lead the Latin group. Because my power will swell exponentially I would have to hire two drop dead gorgeous female assassins as my personal bodyguards, hire a gay asian male secretary so I could crack politically incorrect jokes like Ari on Entourage, and set up a captains chair like James T. Kirk's on the oldschool set for the Enterprise. Then I'd have a hot Korean actress doing belly dancing for me all day only taking breaks so I can do bodyshots off of her banging booty.

Damn, I hate it when I drink Redbull.

Labels: Art of Life

I have to admit I usually avoid history based books because they're either depressing or just plain boring (not all the time) and this is coming from a slightly biased history buff. I mean yeah we learn plenty enough about historic events from movies such as Braveheart, 300, and Lord of the Rings :) but this book is absolutely gripping. I idly perused it while at Border's, having heard about Iris Chang's suicide several years back and about the book she'd written.

Her writing is quite intoxicating. Within the first chapter it already got me hating Japanese people, well the evil one's anyways. Even my retarded ass didn't know all that much about the disgusting death orgy that transpired in Nanking in 1937. Her powerful research and descriptions are baffling, and one can hardly even comprehend the totality of the pure reprehensible evil of the Japanese during the time. I mean, I already knew about their comfort houses, and that during their occupation of Korea they tried to assimilate the entire culture into their own. My own father even told me once that he woke up and thought he was actually Japanese and was praying to the Emperor even. Only until he got older did he come to the realization he was actually (thankfully) Korean.

Here's an excerpt to leave you with:

Chinese men were used for bayonet practice and in decapitation contests,'' she writes. ``An estimated 20,000 to 80,000 women were raped. Many soldiers went beyond rape to disembowel women, slice off their breasts, nail them alive to walls. Fathers were forced to rape their daughters, and sons their mothers, as other family members watched. Not only did live burials, castration, the carving of organs, and the roasting of people become routine, but more diabolical tortures were practiced . . . So sickening was the spectacle that even the Nazis in the city were horrified.

Apparently one can fly out to Prague and have sex for free by some hot goddess...as long as you don't mind being filmed and aired for the perverse pleasure of the entire web. I guess all of those 40 year old virgins out there can finally get laid and feel like a porn king in the process.

Labels: art of love

America can be likened to a retarded child trapped inside of a powerfully built body

-Robert Hanssen, Breach

Labels: Quotes

Hank swung by the condo for the very first time, along with his wife Magda and his two adorable daughter's Ciri and Eva. He's been working allot as manager at Walgreens in the northern burbs of the city, Glenview I believe.

We tore into a box of freshly bought Samuel Adams. My girlfriend was amazed that someone could keep up with me in terms of beer consumption. She even thought a 12 case was excessive. I promptly informed her that a mere 12 might not be sufficient for these two Super Saiyjins...and it wasn't really. However, his wife decided to end his drinking for the night.

He was telling me about his having visited a former friend of ours...well I can't ever rightfully call him a friend because I honestly despise this little fucktard. His name's Ken, and I honestly hate the bastard...for good reason too. I swear Hank can make me want to pull my hair out by the roots...you'd think someone has learned their lesson after years of constantly trying to warn them!

Ken's a mindless fool, a inconsolable inconsiderate prick, and the cheapest stingiest greediest bastard I've ever known. I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating but really, you couldn't even imagine what a unrepentant dumbshit this guy is. Well, just hearing about the diaper stain made me reel and put a nasty feeling of disgust in me. All of those memories of that scumbag resurfaced. Memories I'd rather have had erased via hypnosis or a lobotomy. I hope, and pray that Hank has learned his lesson from all of this. Deep down it silently infuriated me that he'd driven 6 hrs downstate to hang with a member of our former posse who was always a self serving sycophantic cretin and yet couldn't even call me up every so often. I always wondered was I so easily forgotten and overlooked even by those I'd always wanted to be a part of my mundane existence? It's not like I loved or even liked many of my so-called friends. Most of them were anything but interesting to me...even so, you might say that I sort of invested false hopes and misplaced loyalties in most of them. But Hank and I went through thick and thin, and many adventures shared together.

Back to Ken. Hank told me that when he went down there to Springfield (IL) that the guy not only hadn't changed at all, but he corrupted his once cool wife Nichole into being more like himself which is to say highly unlikable. He even shaved his head bald and became a damned Mormon! Not that I really give a damn if he converted into that religion, but it seemed insanely weird as to defy description. As if it could get any weirder, he lied to relatives saying that his son was the one getting baptized when it was really for himself. His attitude was inhospitable, and to put it bluntly intolerably rude to the core. Imagine you go to visit someone and they wouldn't even offer you tea or coffee, much less anything else...and when you asked they were so disgustingly ghetto as to penny pinch on the amount of say cream they'd insert into your coffee.

How strange he was, this Ken fool. And only Hank, bless his maddening soul was the only mortal in this world who could abide such a fag like Ken.

Don't get me wrong, I'm the least judgmental person around. I mean yeah I got standards and I disavow people who fall short of them but that's only being selective. Is that so wrong? Those standards are there to protect me, and those that I associate with as well. If they don't represent then they don't deserve to be a part of my life. I value quality, not quantity. Can't step up then step the fuck out of my life! Like the Govenator says in Eraser: You've just been erased.

Anyways, besides my deep dislike for Ken I found his strangeness compelling...something to write and document in my new novel. I've started the prologue, yeah that's how far I'd gotten...which is to say not very far indeed.

Goodnight, sweet dreams, amen.

Labels: Art of Life

"Now, you find yourself with a bachelors degree in Computer Science working at Wal-Mart, with the Illegals under-cutting you, with a mortgage that is more than the value of the house you live in, meanwhile everything becomes more expensive and to settle your debt, you give your house to a Chinese foreign national who owns a sweat shop manufacturing the plastic crap that you sell at Wal-Mart."

-Craigslist Chicago job forums

Okay, now I don't feel so bad being jobless :P

We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

-Paul Bowles, A Sheltering Sky

"I want to know, for example, why beauty exists," she said, "why nature continues to contrive it, and what is the link between the life of a lightning storm with the feelings these things inspire in us? If God does not exist, if these things are not unified into one metaphorical system, then why do they retain for us such symbolic power? Lestat calls it the Savage Garden, but for me that is not enough."

-Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

- Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Dune.

Labels: Quotes

Phil swung by and we hung out for a bit. I was showing him some Jeet Kune Do, teaching him the stance and a few simple attacks and defensive tactics. He seems to pick up on it somewhat, though he suffers from premature dementia as far as I'm concerned and therefore has a inability to retain anything.

After shooting the shit we headed to Trader Joe's. I was talking with him about how girls at Trader Joe's stacked up against those who shopped at Whole Foods. It seemed abundantly clear that Whole Foods is the victor. Most trixies and yuppified city gals get dressed up to go there on Friday nights husband shopping, desperate to bump into single elligible bachelors that look like George Klooney or Richard Gere and happen to have even sexier incomes than mere attractiveness. That's when the thought struck me that maybe there should be a Whole Foods hookup, a dating/social website for those who's social lives are hinged upon that place. After all, I'm pretty certain none of the fools that go there actually know how to cook anything besides mac & cheese. Phil actually met his Peruvian girlfriend at Trader Joe's...I think in the Deli Section, or was it the seafood section? I'll have to ask him about that.

He's a Greek cat from my past, and when he used to live in Chicago one of my closest buds. He's quite smart when he focuses, almost as smart as I am...though he tends to brood allot, what about I haven't the damndest clue. Phil's definitley more of a drifting vagabond than even I am, perhaps more resilient toward change as well. At times he's still stuck in Phil world though, too much so as to make me want to strangle him and scream at him, hahah. But in a sick way I sorta like that, someone who can actually annoy me is quite impressive indeed.

I bought a plastic bottle of mango-lemonade, a 6 bottle case of grolsch amber ale, and a bar of fancy schmancy milk chocolate.

Dinner:

I oven baked some swordfish steak fillets, and marinated it with a lemon-garlic-vodka sauce. A good technique for fish is to make some slits on either side then insert some lemon wedges in them. Black pepper and seasalt are mandatory spices, a little lime, and a sprinkle of sugar too. I always use garlic, it's supposed to be ultra good for you as well health wise. Jasmine rice & brocolli as sides, damn I eat so healthily it's almost disgusting. I guess guzzling beer and chomping on chips and chocolate balances it all out.

My girlfriend and I watched some episodes of Weeds that I downloaded. The word on the street is that its a good show, but it seemed so dull in comparison to Rescue me. Even Dexter is outshone by it. Dexter is well written, but its too lethargic in its overall feel and attitude. I like that adrenalized drama flowing, like in 24. Dexter's a bit too intellectualized. Cecile started to shop n surf on her new imac that I didn't buy for her while I was idly watching Resident Evil 3: Extinction and was amazed at how horrid it was. The budget must have gone straight into Milla Jovovich's bank account. Seemed like the janitorial staff who was working at some other movie set got their hands on a trashed script for some stupid zombie flick, spruced it up with shit they seen in Mad Max movies and pitched it to another movie house.

Labels: general

This one goes out to those who are feeling down, shit on by life, or just have their minds in a cluster fuck. It might not be much, but it's all I can give presently.

Labels: videos

At only 7-8 bucks a pop, I discovered this gorgeous red wine at World market on a impulse purchase, since I loved Fair Valley's Pinotage which was introduced to me by my bro-in-law. Goats has a heavenly quality to it, and I'm not that much of a wine snob to describe it in wine snob terminology but it is a delightful brand and at the price the taste couldn't be any sexier!

Working on a very long journal entry, it's gonna take a few more days to complete. Be patient.

Labels: An interesting discovery

Trying to find a place where I can take Hankumdo classes, but it looks highly improbable. It's a form of Korean sword fighting based on the Korean alphabet, for health and defense. The search continues.

Though I haven't played it yet, why would I want to? I think this Aussie wannabe Brit guy Yahtzee who writes for The Escapist ezine pretty much sums up the game's highs and lows in this clever little vid. Any videogame that has the arrogance (and stupidity) NOT to have a free demo isn't worthy of playing IMHO.

Labels: reviews

My take on vista can be expressed through this video...enjoy.

Labels: videos

Took this the last time I visited the Art Institute. It's the 'Head of a Damned Soul' from out of Dante's Inferno. Cecile loved it, so did I especially when I learned it was something out of The Divine Comedy.

Labels: pic of the day

Of late I've grown addicted to this show. Dennis Leary's the shiet, and he proves it time and again. Of course, it's always a guilty pleasure watching his character get endlessly shit on, and how he excels at being a bastard whenever he can. His supporting cast is pretty fresh, all sporting their own unique flaws and comedic quirks. Gotta love a show that throws racist jokes & slurs, political incorrectness, and ridiculing gays and yuppies like it's going out of style. Of course, the show's title's extremely clever...rescue me meaning also that the characters are in need of personal rescue ironically enough.

Labels: dvds

Too funny

Labels: videos

It's spring outside, which is unheard of in Chicago this time of year. Usually it's the Ice Planet of Hoth come January....but right now, there's not an inch of snow out there and it's warm enough to wear a light jacket out. Maybe it's only a temporary thing, but it feels damned good!

Yesterday I helped Noel move some stuff from his old crib into some new digs. His old pad is enormously big and pimped out. I was quite galvanized at the enormity of it, easily a 2 million dollar crib if it were in the city. Even so, his new bachelor pad is quite tight for a one bedroom. Anyways, did my good deed for the day and it's all gravy, good karma and all that jazz.

I spoke to my significant other about moving someday somewhere where it's warm year round...maybe to a house by the beach, or a cottage in the countryside. Somewhere far away from the city. I've been a city dweller all my life, and it wears away at you at times. You grow to become sickened of the rude self centered peeps, of the dangers and menace around every corner...worried some scumbag might stab you for your wallet, or some identity thief doesn't assume yours after dumpster diving for your personal information in the dark urine filled alleyways of Uptown. Sure I don't worry about crime or danger, but despite this you still have to remain defensive...and that caution at times swells up to paranoia....how can one not when all you hear about are random killings in the city? You think anybody gives a hot fart if you were to die or some foul shit happened to you?

I'm a firm believer that cops should be paid more, but they should make becoming a cop much more harder and impose stringent standards...like they need to have martial arts training, be physically fit, and be college edjumacated...maybe even have had military training before who knows. In turn give em some bad ass semi-automatics, tasers, bullet proof windshields, knives, maybe even samurai swords.

Yes as a matter of fact I do watch too many movies.

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Good God that fag that I mentioned who co-interviewed me last Friday happens to be next door neighbors with my rents! He's renting a room upstairs in the house just next door to my folks crib. WTF! That's seriously some scary ass shiet. What are the chances?! Every time I see that grinning little cocksucker it makes me wanna vomit for some reason, not because he's a fudgepacker but because well... cos he violated the prime directive of close proximity...like he knows my mother and such....there's just something I can't stand about that, it's too friggin wierd. I already can't stand 90% of all my neighbors as is...

Fucken Craigslist...

Labels: Rants

I find Vinegar to be extremely useful
Firstly as a multi-purpose cleaning agent it works spectacularly as a cleaning agent and disinfectant. I know a industrial chemist who swears by it as a counter top cleaner in the kitchen.
Secondly, it tastes delicious as a popular flavor for potato chips or in various dishes to enhance flavor.
If I were a liquid, I would be it...acidic and perfectly useful.
In many ways, vinegar is more powerful than me...possibly...though I'd never admit such a thing to anyone, ever...even under pain of torture. Even if Jack Bauer were doing the torturing, or the whole line of Victoria secret models.
It's quite old too...remember a centurion tried to give Jesus some at the crucifixion?
I wonder if Jesus hated vinegar...or maybe he just didn't want to drink it. Is it a sin to actually like the stuff?
Don't quote me on it but I think you can make some Mac'Guyver like explosions with the stuff too.

I just wanted to share with you how I found vinegar to be super neato.

I suppose being startled at how fake, shallow or insincere many peeps seem nowadays shouldn't come as much of a shock treatment. It galvanized a part of me, and it caused me despair at times. I found 90% of what most people spoke or said to be predictable and meaningless drivel, programmed responses, reactionary reactions. They spent more time hiding what they wanted to say or struggled with this pseudo sense of half hearted manners. I saw that most people saw other people not as potential friends that could better their own lives but instead just this mentality of 'how can I take advantage of this person, how might they possibly benefit my existence?' and yeah I'm fully aware that everyone wants a piece of the pie...or have their own infomercial to con the working class into buying into their clever little pyramid schemes.

Person's I'd trusted always let me down, and I don't hold it against them very much...it's just who they are. Maybe they're simply too self involved, absorbed, whatever. I honestly don't give a flying fuck about their pathetic excuses or level of busy their lives may seem. If the desire is there then so is the action. Most of my boi's were these lazy bums with absolutely no ambitions, depth, substance...only corporate slaves and charlatans. They had nothing to teach me, or to bring to the proverbial table so to speak. I got sick of being some kinda demi-deity to them. Life wasn't a spectator sport, and I had no love of philosophy except for the sort that was applicable and didn't cause a brain meltdown.

I felt myself floating, rising up out of my own body, and I was in a strange mode of being. Here I was partying it up on New Years Eve, surrounded by bright and polished beings...some attractive, and some not so much...all of them seemed nice, doesn't everybody seem 'nice' nowadays? I briefly pondered whether any of them really gave two shits that I hosted a tight soiree with lotsa good food and vibes but then it didn't matter much. I didn't get so much as a single thanks, or even a phone call of appreciation....not that I required it. Hell I'd undoubtedly fall over myself if that actually transpired. Common sense isn't very common these days, and common courtesy is a concept that existed in the Victorian era. I powerdrank the night away, downing endless beer after beer.

My mind dwelt on my former friend Hank, who has two girls now and is married to a Polish chick he met several years ago at Excalibur, a rather trashy meat market in the tourist sector of Downtown Chicago. Of course I understand fatherhood must be agonizing and demanding. He's a manager at a Walgreens in Glenview, working his ass off like a Hebrew slave. Whenever he comes to mind all of our escapades and mishap adventures play into mind, and you forget how much you miss certain times in your life when persons you miss to death are no longer in your present timeline. Our crazy Mexican madman Antonio, aka Tony Balony as I'd always refer to him as. We were all the Fallen Angels, a term that stuck in Hank's head and caught on.

Of course we've all moved on from those wild glorious heydays....dare say matured and evolved. No longer dangerously reckless fools crashing through life like demons on a warpath. Still, I'd very much like to chronicle all of our craziness in a mini-drama of several postings. Sorta like a short-story, an excercise of the creative muscle. It seemed as one grows older, friendlessness sets in. Maybe I'm just too picky, have terribly high standards. I give my all, so I don't abide laxidasial no reciprocating fucktards in my life. They can all go rot in hell for all I give a damn!

I went to a interview in Evanston today, a charming quaint little township north of Chicago. From the Davis stop, I walked 1.7 miles to my destination, stopping into Border's for a cup of what they try to pass off as mocha. It tasted more along the lines of hot chocolate and flat domestic beer mixed together. I idly visualized myself screaming loudly to scare the shit out of these docile bookworms, so engrossed in reading whatever trash they were reading. I pulled out a old crumbling copy of Elizabeth Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese. I'm not a big fan of the book, but I do marvel at it time to time...it amazes me about the level of intensity of passion two person's in love shared in the olden days...their style of writing, the depth of their hearts and souls...not like these souless greedy beings nowadays who are so...dull.

The place I interviewed at was an Eyecare chain, they have need of a webdesigner. The girl Maryland lead me to a crummy basement office below the store, and I kept trying to guess at her ethnicity...she was possibly mixed like me....she seemed like the ultra serious no nonsense type, very cold and detached. She wasn't exactly hideous but something about her personality made her less attractive than she was. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, but something about her annoyed me. She brought in some balding gay guy who was wearing earrings to partake in the interview. He openly admitted to not knowing shit about webdesign, but kept on asking me retarded questions like how did I design this or that site...very annoying questions. The girl was beginning to gyrate on my nerves too, questioning every little stupid innane detail...chill out bitch I'm not that desperate for this fucken job! I thought in the back of my mind that they'd better be paying a sexy ass wage if they want my ass aboard! I think the fag kept delaying me with useless questions because he just enjoyed the view...prob never seen such an asian prince such as I before.

Dinner was delicious, and my girlfriend went all and ordered us dinner from Reza's. Their Persian style whitefish is a very delicious entree....I love that restaurant.

Lightbulbs went out again, and I had to go borrow some from my OCD dad....waiting while he was using a magnifying glass to check the wattage of each bulb in his bulb collection. Something about this amused me and annoyed me at the same time. Damn ocd peeps are quite entertaining, and aggrivating.

At least it's warm out, and tommrow's supposed to be a heat wave of 54. Maybe that's not high to you but where I'm from when it reaches past 50 I'm at the beach working on my tan.

Labels: Art of Life

Kite Runner, movie based off the amazing novel was a gratifying compelling movie. It's extremely grounded and believable, and the screenplay doesn't disappoint. Of course I don't need to sell it to you I'm sure, word on the street should back me up. I heard most peeps found it equally as good. I'm not a movie critic, just a movie buff.

Labels: movies

Behind Forgotten Eyes is a website about a documentary movie concerning wartime atrocities perpetuated by the Japanese in WWII. Most people are completely ignorant of these heinous actions, even wannabe self proclaimed history buffs that I know of. What adds insult to injury is how the Japanese pretend that it never happened. Hell they wash their shit down the toilet so well that most Japanese don't even know their own true cultural history.

Labels: history