I found out that JAC (Not Jennifer Ann Cook, thank you very much!) recently bore a daughter. Her name is Marissa. Beautiful name. I was stunned by that revelation. She is part of our Arkansas clique at Gallaudet. Naturally, it takes two to tango. I do not know who the father is. All I know is his name.
That means what? Time to pull out my old tricks to scourge for the information across the nation ... to Las Vegas or Little Rock if I must. *smirk*
Either way, Marissa is beautiful name. Congratulations, my dear JAC. Cherish the moments, for she will be 18 in a short time. Up next is Chlms. You know, my sister has a daughter recently, the name is Yamka. I thought it was bad decision. Even if it derived from an Indian name which means "to blossom". But that kid will suffer the insults at school as Yams! But Lily said that she can skip Yamka to Rose which is her middle name.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my nephew, Zachary is cool dude. Zach is wild and won't leave me alone. I think he was testing me -- he is hearing guy but since he has a Deaf uncle, he kept on trying to speak to me. He's 3. When I left his home, he wailed as hell. Breaks my heart.
Ahh, kids. Chlms, if nobody knocks you up, wanna me to donate some so I can observe you taking care of my kid without me interfering? My parents would *kill* me but I'd love that ... *smirk*
R-
*Preparing for Chlms' wrath*
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Such A Beautiful Day To Be Depressed!
I was concerned about a friend of mine that hadn't responded for 48 hours by pager. Turned out that he lost his pager somewhere in his bedroom. He found it. I'm relieved.
It is beautiful day outside. Too bad I'm at work and working my butt off. I suspected that I have a chronic depression. Not that it is bad thing. When I'm down, I'm down. Often when I am down, I cannot figure out why I am down. I just stay in a couch or in bed, wallowing in my misery for hours. Then I managed to get out and I'm back to normal. It is what I'd call it a manageable depression, I guess?
Delanne is getting hitched on June 19. I'm debating about going. I told her that I probably will not go but as time looms and friends are offering me a place to crash and a ride, to get out of the city right after the audit is done is a temptation to resist by all means. Wonder if I can bag Eric before he gets stucked with Delanne? Can I, Delanne? Just one time!
Two nights ago, I was ready to crash in my bed when I saw a professional talking about the Library of Congress in DC, he said that the original books were donated by Thomas Jefferson. He went on to say that Jefferson shaped the way of things in the library. There are three categories that all libraries should have: Memory, Reason and Imagination.
They went on to explain about three categories. It also mentioned that the comic books are part of "Imagination" category. He went on to say that the comic books are the American's foundation of imagination. Very interesting.
I saw Oprah Winfrey interviewing Brad Pitt sometimes few weeks ago, one audience member asked a question to Brad, "You have a nice butt, how do you manage to keep it that way?" Oprah intervened, "We agreed not to talk about his butt during the show." I was bit perplexed, perhaps they had an agreement not to focus on his butt.
Oh, did you see that our former President, William Clinton, was falling asleep during the Reagan's funeral services. My friend swears that she saw Hillary using her right arm to wake him up after the camera was on them, but I did not see it. Anyone else did that?
When I was a kid, I recalled being pressured and/or strongly encouraged by my teachers to write a letter to President Reagan about anything else, really. I do not recall being pressured during the Carter administration. I wondered if it was "patriotic" duty for the schools to force the students to write to White House? The reason I mentioned is that because I saw the former President G.H.W. Bush mentioned that one child wrote a letter to Ronald Reagan asking for federal assistance to clean up his bedroom because his parents are forcing him to clean up the bedroom. It was funny but it reminded me about my experiences as a child. I personally think it is not appropriate to encourage children to write to White House. I mean, they have better things to do than to deal with children, really.
Later,
R-
It is beautiful day outside. Too bad I'm at work and working my butt off. I suspected that I have a chronic depression. Not that it is bad thing. When I'm down, I'm down. Often when I am down, I cannot figure out why I am down. I just stay in a couch or in bed, wallowing in my misery for hours. Then I managed to get out and I'm back to normal. It is what I'd call it a manageable depression, I guess?
Delanne is getting hitched on June 19. I'm debating about going. I told her that I probably will not go but as time looms and friends are offering me a place to crash and a ride, to get out of the city right after the audit is done is a temptation to resist by all means. Wonder if I can bag Eric before he gets stucked with Delanne? Can I, Delanne? Just one time!
Two nights ago, I was ready to crash in my bed when I saw a professional talking about the Library of Congress in DC, he said that the original books were donated by Thomas Jefferson. He went on to say that Jefferson shaped the way of things in the library. There are three categories that all libraries should have: Memory, Reason and Imagination.
They went on to explain about three categories. It also mentioned that the comic books are part of "Imagination" category. He went on to say that the comic books are the American's foundation of imagination. Very interesting.
I saw Oprah Winfrey interviewing Brad Pitt sometimes few weeks ago, one audience member asked a question to Brad, "You have a nice butt, how do you manage to keep it that way?" Oprah intervened, "We agreed not to talk about his butt during the show." I was bit perplexed, perhaps they had an agreement not to focus on his butt.
Oh, did you see that our former President, William Clinton, was falling asleep during the Reagan's funeral services. My friend swears that she saw Hillary using her right arm to wake him up after the camera was on them, but I did not see it. Anyone else did that?
When I was a kid, I recalled being pressured and/or strongly encouraged by my teachers to write a letter to President Reagan about anything else, really. I do not recall being pressured during the Carter administration. I wondered if it was "patriotic" duty for the schools to force the students to write to White House? The reason I mentioned is that because I saw the former President G.H.W. Bush mentioned that one child wrote a letter to Ronald Reagan asking for federal assistance to clean up his bedroom because his parents are forcing him to clean up the bedroom. It was funny but it reminded me about my experiences as a child. I personally think it is not appropriate to encourage children to write to White House. I mean, they have better things to do than to deal with children, really.
Later,
R-
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Trash Comments
Today, I had been working all evening on the paperworks for the audit -- then I got to chat with friends online from DC area. I must admit that I am pretty down because I'd love to see what Brooklyn Gay Pride Parade and Festival has to offer. But I have to do this job first.
Not only that, I'm concerned about someone else because he hasn't been responsive. He normally is heavy talker. But suddenly, something stopped.
The weather in New York is very brisky and cool even on June 12th. Wow.
Did you realize that I have been a resident of New York City for a year and 10 days? Time flew so fast.
A friend of mine in DC was sick with meningitis. I was astonished. I'm appalled that Darlene did not notify me that someone else was sick and sent to the hospital -- Darlene, you BAD BAD BAD! LOL!!
But again, this particular girl who got sick with meningitis admitted that in the last two years, she has been on 100-mph with her academic career and her personal life became haywire, thanks to that dofus bag called Dusan! When she said she was admitted to the hospital, the worst part is that her temperature was 104, she was having a fever and ... having a fuckin' period! Poor gal.
The reason I wanted to mention about her is that she has a twisted sense of humor like I do. She is fine and still recuperating. She mentioned that her mother flew in from Arizona to help out with her health. The first thing she uttered to her when she came in the hospital was: You finally crashed! I was waiting for this!!
Now I know where she got a twisted sense of humor.
I wondered who did I get it from? Certainly not my parents.
A friend of mine told me that Darlene sometimes wailed that she wished to be mentally retarded. Because information goes through them and they know nothing. Their lives seem to be pampered and taken care of. I can empathize sometimes. Sometimes I want to be the one so that people can leave me alone. Don't preach to me that their lives are hard, I know it is not easy being one but all I said is that it seems to be easy.
I should mention that I added three new blogs on my list -- they are old friends from college. I was delighted to see them setting up the blogs where they can spew the funniest comments about anything else in particular. They are none other than
Darlene, Amy and Jeff.
You did not hear this from me, after reading and watching Nancy Reagan's stoic approach and grief for Ronnie the whole week, I would not be surprised that she'll die shortly of heartbroken. It is often that many couples who devoted to each other for more than 30 years tends to die within few weeks or months of each other. Especially for the ones who are deeply devoted to each other so badly that one cannot function without the other. It may sound ominous but I'm speaking from my observations in different cases.
On another hand, I found some interesting stuff that happened on my birth date.
More General Interest
1906 Roosevelt travels to Panama
1923 Nazis suppressed in Munich
1956 Sartre renounces Communists
1965 The Great Northeast Blackout
Automotive
1960 Robert McNamara Named Ford President
Civil War
1862 : Burnside assumes command
Cold War
1989 East Germany opens the Berlin Wall
Crime
1971 A Sunday school teacher murders his family and goes undercover for 18 years
Entertainment
1961 Brian Epstein meets the Beatles
Literary
1928 Poet Anne Sexton is born
Old West
1875 Followers of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse identified as hostile
Vietnam War
1967 Captain Lance Sijan shot down over North Vietnam
WALL STREET
1988 Brief Life for Bush Dollar
WORLD WAR II
1938 "The Night of Broken Glass"
Interesting? Want to know yours? Go to the History Channel. Enter at your own risk.
Cheers,
R-
Not only that, I'm concerned about someone else because he hasn't been responsive. He normally is heavy talker. But suddenly, something stopped.
The weather in New York is very brisky and cool even on June 12th. Wow.
Did you realize that I have been a resident of New York City for a year and 10 days? Time flew so fast.
A friend of mine in DC was sick with meningitis. I was astonished. I'm appalled that Darlene did not notify me that someone else was sick and sent to the hospital -- Darlene, you BAD BAD BAD! LOL!!
But again, this particular girl who got sick with meningitis admitted that in the last two years, she has been on 100-mph with her academic career and her personal life became haywire, thanks to that dofus bag called Dusan! When she said she was admitted to the hospital, the worst part is that her temperature was 104, she was having a fever and ... having a fuckin' period! Poor gal.
The reason I wanted to mention about her is that she has a twisted sense of humor like I do. She is fine and still recuperating. She mentioned that her mother flew in from Arizona to help out with her health. The first thing she uttered to her when she came in the hospital was: You finally crashed! I was waiting for this!!
Now I know where she got a twisted sense of humor.
I wondered who did I get it from? Certainly not my parents.
A friend of mine told me that Darlene sometimes wailed that she wished to be mentally retarded. Because information goes through them and they know nothing. Their lives seem to be pampered and taken care of. I can empathize sometimes. Sometimes I want to be the one so that people can leave me alone. Don't preach to me that their lives are hard, I know it is not easy being one but all I said is that it seems to be easy.
I should mention that I added three new blogs on my list -- they are old friends from college. I was delighted to see them setting up the blogs where they can spew the funniest comments about anything else in particular. They are none other than
Darlene, Amy and Jeff.
You did not hear this from me, after reading and watching Nancy Reagan's stoic approach and grief for Ronnie the whole week, I would not be surprised that she'll die shortly of heartbroken. It is often that many couples who devoted to each other for more than 30 years tends to die within few weeks or months of each other. Especially for the ones who are deeply devoted to each other so badly that one cannot function without the other. It may sound ominous but I'm speaking from my observations in different cases.
On another hand, I found some interesting stuff that happened on my birth date.
More General Interest
1906 Roosevelt travels to Panama
1923 Nazis suppressed in Munich
1956 Sartre renounces Communists
1965 The Great Northeast Blackout
Automotive
1960 Robert McNamara Named Ford President
Civil War
1862 : Burnside assumes command
Cold War
1989 East Germany opens the Berlin Wall
Crime
1971 A Sunday school teacher murders his family and goes undercover for 18 years
Entertainment
1961 Brian Epstein meets the Beatles
Literary
1928 Poet Anne Sexton is born
Old West
1875 Followers of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse identified as hostile
Vietnam War
1967 Captain Lance Sijan shot down over North Vietnam
WALL STREET
1988 Brief Life for Bush Dollar
WORLD WAR II
1938 "The Night of Broken Glass"
Interesting? Want to know yours? Go to the History Channel. Enter at your own risk.
Cheers,
R-
Friday, June 11, 2004
You Go Girl, Andrea Woodson!!
Many of you knew that I love women's basketball teams. When I was in high school, my ex's high school -- Waynesboro High School fielded an excellent team in Holly Rilinger, Lisa and Heidi Diefenthaler and last, Andrea Woodson.
The trio, Rilinger and Diefenthalers, are dead-eye guards. Small but explosive. They can explode for 40 points as they often did. Andrea Woodson is big girl at 6'4 with big body-frame. She is bit slower but decidedly dominant player.
It is not surprising that you get to see the scores like 80 to 30 versus local teams. But they always choked in the state tournaments until Rilinger and Diefenthalers were seniors -- they bulldozed all the way to the finals and even routed heavily-favored team to win the state championship.
But the focus here is on Andrea Woodson. She graduated from Waynesboro High and went to James Madison University. Not far from my deaf school as well. That school is well-known for being the Cinderella team in the NCAA Tournament twice. They upset No. 1 Penn State and No. 3 Virginia on their home floors to advance further in the NCAA Tournament.
Andrea Woodson was not able to progress much better. Later, she stopped playing because she had debilitating arthritis in her hips and lower spine. That really cuts her basketball career to a standstill ... or so I thought.
Enjoy the article. Meanwhile, Andrea Woodson, you go girl!
R-
The trio, Rilinger and Diefenthalers, are dead-eye guards. Small but explosive. They can explode for 40 points as they often did. Andrea Woodson is big girl at 6'4 with big body-frame. She is bit slower but decidedly dominant player.
It is not surprising that you get to see the scores like 80 to 30 versus local teams. But they always choked in the state tournaments until Rilinger and Diefenthalers were seniors -- they bulldozed all the way to the finals and even routed heavily-favored team to win the state championship.
But the focus here is on Andrea Woodson. She graduated from Waynesboro High and went to James Madison University. Not far from my deaf school as well. That school is well-known for being the Cinderella team in the NCAA Tournament twice. They upset No. 1 Penn State and No. 3 Virginia on their home floors to advance further in the NCAA Tournament.
Andrea Woodson was not able to progress much better. Later, she stopped playing because she had debilitating arthritis in her hips and lower spine. That really cuts her basketball career to a standstill ... or so I thought.
Enjoy the article. Meanwhile, Andrea Woodson, you go girl!
R-
It Is Like A Sheep -- Baa! Baa! Baa!
All day working, all night sleep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Herding around like the sheep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Work, work, work!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Argh. I hate the pressures build up to the audit next Wednesday!
I would like to go to Brooklyn Gay Pride tomorrow afternoon but I may have to sacrifice it for the goodness of my job performance. Wait and see.
Did you know that I absolutely loved the ducks? Even if I never touched them, I always loved them? Did you ever see a cat or dog attacking a duck? No? It is because they knew that if they attack a duck, the whole flock will attack the culprit back.
So ... *quack*! *Quack! *Quack*!
R-
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Herding around like the sheep!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Work, work, work!
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Argh. I hate the pressures build up to the audit next Wednesday!
I would like to go to Brooklyn Gay Pride tomorrow afternoon but I may have to sacrifice it for the goodness of my job performance. Wait and see.
Did you know that I absolutely loved the ducks? Even if I never touched them, I always loved them? Did you ever see a cat or dog attacking a duck? No? It is because they knew that if they attack a duck, the whole flock will attack the culprit back.
So ... *quack*! *Quack! *Quack*!
R-
Kordax and The Queen
Last night, I get to read my favorite comic book series called "The Atlantis Chronicles". It is about the drama within the royal family who ruled Atlantis for generations.
At one point during the series, Queen Fiona had a coronation which she will make her daughter the heir to the throne after her death. There was a guy named Kordax who appeared out of nowhere. He protested the coronation process because he is the elder child of Queen Fiona who abandoned him in the wilderness when he was an infant.
People were shocked. Queen Fiona did not deny it. She said that he was the result of a rape that occured to her on the eve of her wedding by a guy close to the family. Queen Fiona said she tried to take care of the infant but he was vicious and violent. Kordax accused her of lying. Queen Fiona went on to rip her dress to show the breasts which Kordax chomped off. Kordax has sharp teeth (long story) like a fish. The audience was horrified. So Queen Fiona said the abandonment was justified. And that her daughter is the first in line to be the heir to the throne, not Kordax.
Kordax tried to wage a civil war but lost. He was brought to the Queen's Throne Room with people watching. She said, "Release the chains. You are not here for sentencing at all."
Kordax snapped, "Got no stomach to punish your son, mother?"
Queen Fiona was very stoic and tough, "Perhaps. But what kind of a mother if one did not punish her child? You are now forever banished from Atlantis. You have the next tide to depart. If you are found in either city (there are two cities in Atlantis), you shall lose your other arm."
Kordax was perplexed, "What do you mean? My other arm?"
She did not say anything as her palace guards seized Kordax and chomped his arm off as he screamed in pain. Soon hereafter, Kordax departed from Atlantis.
That was a tough mother. When I saw the panel where the guards seizing Kordax, it surprised me.
That is entertainment, folks.
R-
At one point during the series, Queen Fiona had a coronation which she will make her daughter the heir to the throne after her death. There was a guy named Kordax who appeared out of nowhere. He protested the coronation process because he is the elder child of Queen Fiona who abandoned him in the wilderness when he was an infant.
People were shocked. Queen Fiona did not deny it. She said that he was the result of a rape that occured to her on the eve of her wedding by a guy close to the family. Queen Fiona said she tried to take care of the infant but he was vicious and violent. Kordax accused her of lying. Queen Fiona went on to rip her dress to show the breasts which Kordax chomped off. Kordax has sharp teeth (long story) like a fish. The audience was horrified. So Queen Fiona said the abandonment was justified. And that her daughter is the first in line to be the heir to the throne, not Kordax.
Kordax tried to wage a civil war but lost. He was brought to the Queen's Throne Room with people watching. She said, "Release the chains. You are not here for sentencing at all."
Kordax snapped, "Got no stomach to punish your son, mother?"
Queen Fiona was very stoic and tough, "Perhaps. But what kind of a mother if one did not punish her child? You are now forever banished from Atlantis. You have the next tide to depart. If you are found in either city (there are two cities in Atlantis), you shall lose your other arm."
Kordax was perplexed, "What do you mean? My other arm?"
She did not say anything as her palace guards seized Kordax and chomped his arm off as he screamed in pain. Soon hereafter, Kordax departed from Atlantis.
That was a tough mother. When I saw the panel where the guards seizing Kordax, it surprised me.
That is entertainment, folks.
R-
Washington Sports Sucks, Tards Sucks and Dodgeball Rules!
Mystics is 2-4. You know, I really can't wait for Abe Pollin to drop dead. He seems to thrive on having his teams to lose many games for many years. We need a new management who will turn the Wizards and Mystics into the winnable teams in professional level.
All professional teams in DC hasn't been doing well. Football, Men's Basketball, Women's Basketball, Hockey and soccer. Oh, gawd.
I think it is hilarious that people said that I can't write and am a retard, while they cannot spell words correctly. Underware? Anyone wants my sauterred onions that I found on my fat rolls? It s well cooked. Maybe I should sell it on eBay. Umm. You know how it is at eBay, anything goes over there. I swear this is my last one ... so help me, God.
I want to see the flick, "Dodgeball". It looks so funny. It reminds me of what I did when I was 8 at VSDB. In the basement of Llewellyn Gymnasium, there was a wrestling room designed for practices. The room is a rectangular sized with mats everywhere else. The groups of boys ranged from 6 to 15 years old were divided in two groups and each group were put at the end of the wall, squaring against each other. Using two balls to throw and hit someone else to get them out of the game. It was such a vicious and brutal. So many guys were out so fast ... then there were 5 of us, and 8 of them. Soon, it was 3 of us, 7 of them. I was one of 3.
The Recreational Director then pull the string to force us to battle each other bit closer than the room itself to tarry the time. The balls flew so fast and hard that it bounced off back to the other side of the room so fast that I cannot catch it. Sure enough, I was the only one left. 3 of them left.
After little bits of actions that I ran around trying to save my life, I managed to get 13 years old and 15 years old out of the game. I was 8, remember. The last one was Randy, a huge, muscular African American who is a starter on varsity football team at 15. He was a terror. He was the one who has the ability to throw the ball against the wall and it bounced back to him, denying me the chances to catch the ball freely.
The Recreational Director then took a ball away, thus only one ball is left. I was bit relieved not to deal with two balls flying around me repeatedly. Then the Recreational Director said that I have to be tough and face this monstrous being instead of worming myself out. That means what? Less than 10 throws, I'm out of the game. I have to do something drastic.
Randy kept on firing the ball, it bounced back to him repeatedly -- it was down to 4 throws left. My team insisted that I caught it even if it's being thrown so hard. I was afraid of being hurt. It aint no funny to have the ball slam on your chest and knock you down. Suddenly, I saw the ball coming straight at me (thanks to Greg who distracted me for a second), I had no choice but to try it. To catch it. BOOM.
That is the sound when you catch the ball in a rectangular room. My chest was on fire. Probably why I have hairy chest as of now. It hurts like hell. But I caught the ball. Randy was devastated. I won.
I was the hero for five minutes before the game resumed for the 2nd time out of 5.
It was fun being a hero for few minutes, really.
R-
All professional teams in DC hasn't been doing well. Football, Men's Basketball, Women's Basketball, Hockey and soccer. Oh, gawd.
I think it is hilarious that people said that I can't write and am a retard, while they cannot spell words correctly. Underware? Anyone wants my sauterred onions that I found on my fat rolls? It s well cooked. Maybe I should sell it on eBay. Umm. You know how it is at eBay, anything goes over there. I swear this is my last one ... so help me, God.
I want to see the flick, "Dodgeball". It looks so funny. It reminds me of what I did when I was 8 at VSDB. In the basement of Llewellyn Gymnasium, there was a wrestling room designed for practices. The room is a rectangular sized with mats everywhere else. The groups of boys ranged from 6 to 15 years old were divided in two groups and each group were put at the end of the wall, squaring against each other. Using two balls to throw and hit someone else to get them out of the game. It was such a vicious and brutal. So many guys were out so fast ... then there were 5 of us, and 8 of them. Soon, it was 3 of us, 7 of them. I was one of 3.
The Recreational Director then pull the string to force us to battle each other bit closer than the room itself to tarry the time. The balls flew so fast and hard that it bounced off back to the other side of the room so fast that I cannot catch it. Sure enough, I was the only one left. 3 of them left.
After little bits of actions that I ran around trying to save my life, I managed to get 13 years old and 15 years old out of the game. I was 8, remember. The last one was Randy, a huge, muscular African American who is a starter on varsity football team at 15. He was a terror. He was the one who has the ability to throw the ball against the wall and it bounced back to him, denying me the chances to catch the ball freely.
The Recreational Director then took a ball away, thus only one ball is left. I was bit relieved not to deal with two balls flying around me repeatedly. Then the Recreational Director said that I have to be tough and face this monstrous being instead of worming myself out. That means what? Less than 10 throws, I'm out of the game. I have to do something drastic.
Randy kept on firing the ball, it bounced back to him repeatedly -- it was down to 4 throws left. My team insisted that I caught it even if it's being thrown so hard. I was afraid of being hurt. It aint no funny to have the ball slam on your chest and knock you down. Suddenly, I saw the ball coming straight at me (thanks to Greg who distracted me for a second), I had no choice but to try it. To catch it. BOOM.
That is the sound when you catch the ball in a rectangular room. My chest was on fire. Probably why I have hairy chest as of now. It hurts like hell. But I caught the ball. Randy was devastated. I won.
I was the hero for five minutes before the game resumed for the 2nd time out of 5.
It was fun being a hero for few minutes, really.
R-
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Remember the AIDS Man?
Will, Dylan, Jake and I cracked jokes all the time about the comic book that was short-lived and mother nature buried it with embarrassment.
The comic book was known as "Dino-Man" and it was produced by Deaf artist/writer in Robert Johnson and one person, I can't remember who.
IN the story, Dino-Man is a deaf superhero who met a guy who was HIV Positive and he decided to mix ... ahem ... the steroids with his blood ... he turned into ... AIDS MAN!! *growls in the background with his hands clawing in the air*
It was incredibly dumb story. So easy to poke fun at it and suffice to say, the series was folded after the first issue.
Robert Johnson went on to produce one of most successful online business in Sextoon. Unfortunately, Robert Johnson was killed in an automobile accident in Austin, Texas not a long time ago.
My sister who is lesbian and often wary of men told me that she enjoyed chatting with RJ and that he is very charming and generous man. She was duly impressed with his laid-back approach towards women in general, despite the fact that he wrote a lot of raucous works on women.
The drama between me and this person prompts Dylan to mention that to me. Of course, it made me smile.
R-
The comic book was known as "Dino-Man" and it was produced by Deaf artist/writer in Robert Johnson and one person, I can't remember who.
IN the story, Dino-Man is a deaf superhero who met a guy who was HIV Positive and he decided to mix ... ahem ... the steroids with his blood ... he turned into ... AIDS MAN!! *growls in the background with his hands clawing in the air*
It was incredibly dumb story. So easy to poke fun at it and suffice to say, the series was folded after the first issue.
Robert Johnson went on to produce one of most successful online business in Sextoon. Unfortunately, Robert Johnson was killed in an automobile accident in Austin, Texas not a long time ago.
My sister who is lesbian and often wary of men told me that she enjoyed chatting with RJ and that he is very charming and generous man. She was duly impressed with his laid-back approach towards women in general, despite the fact that he wrote a lot of raucous works on women.
The drama between me and this person prompts Dylan to mention that to me. Of course, it made me smile.
R-
Honest Honest , Fear and Irrationality Rules Us!
I was reading some comments by some folks. Bobby wrote "in this day and age of hatred and terror...", he brought a topic I want to talk about.
Bobby is not the only person who said that we have to accept that we live in the age of terror and hatred as of now. Many prominent so-called leaders like Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Bush and Rice often talked about the age of terrorism upon us.
Actually, none of it is true. Terror and Hatred has been with us for eons. Attila and the Huns terrorized Europe. Spanish folks terrorized Jews and non-Catholics. In fact, the British considered us the Terrorists when we attempted to take the independence for ourselves! There are Crusaders, they terrorized the Jews and Muslims. The Turks terrorized the Serbs, Croats, Bulgars, Bosnians and Greek. Should I go on? Japanese terrorized Chinese 50 years ago. Hitler terrorized the whole world, in fact.
One will argue that the Americans terrorized the Middle East countries with threats, money and sanctions.
These terrors spawned lots of hatred among the groups, turning themselves against the governments and so on. This has been going on for centuries.
But what prompted these so-called leaders and Bobby to say "in the age of terror and hatred"? One word: Sheltered. They were sheltered far away in a country called the United States of America where they did not have to listen to the problems out of Asia, Africa and Europe. If we did not like what we see, we send the reinforcements to force them to adhere to our beliefs or demands. Simply as that.
But the Islamic Fundamentalists changed it all. They infilitrated into our fabric sense of security and took down the Pentagon and World Trade Center. For the first time in centuries, we are forced to see the reality of the world problems and are appalled that the hatred and terror continues to run like wild horses around the globe. They acted as if it was something new.
Actually, it is not new. It has been there all along. Except that the rules of the game has been altered, it is not country against country, it is a group against the country. However, people chose to be blind for a long time and live in a sheltered manner for years, boys and girls. Someone cured your blindness and forced you to see things that you do not like. But please do not call it the age of terror or hatred. Because it is not true at all.
R-
Bobby is not the only person who said that we have to accept that we live in the age of terror and hatred as of now. Many prominent so-called leaders like Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Bush and Rice often talked about the age of terrorism upon us.
Actually, none of it is true. Terror and Hatred has been with us for eons. Attila and the Huns terrorized Europe. Spanish folks terrorized Jews and non-Catholics. In fact, the British considered us the Terrorists when we attempted to take the independence for ourselves! There are Crusaders, they terrorized the Jews and Muslims. The Turks terrorized the Serbs, Croats, Bulgars, Bosnians and Greek. Should I go on? Japanese terrorized Chinese 50 years ago. Hitler terrorized the whole world, in fact.
One will argue that the Americans terrorized the Middle East countries with threats, money and sanctions.
These terrors spawned lots of hatred among the groups, turning themselves against the governments and so on. This has been going on for centuries.
But what prompted these so-called leaders and Bobby to say "in the age of terror and hatred"? One word: Sheltered. They were sheltered far away in a country called the United States of America where they did not have to listen to the problems out of Asia, Africa and Europe. If we did not like what we see, we send the reinforcements to force them to adhere to our beliefs or demands. Simply as that.
But the Islamic Fundamentalists changed it all. They infilitrated into our fabric sense of security and took down the Pentagon and World Trade Center. For the first time in centuries, we are forced to see the reality of the world problems and are appalled that the hatred and terror continues to run like wild horses around the globe. They acted as if it was something new.
Actually, it is not new. It has been there all along. Except that the rules of the game has been altered, it is not country against country, it is a group against the country. However, people chose to be blind for a long time and live in a sheltered manner for years, boys and girls. Someone cured your blindness and forced you to see things that you do not like. But please do not call it the age of terror or hatred. Because it is not true at all.
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It Chugs for 50 Years
When I was a kid and a student at VSDB in Staunton, the houseparents occasionally took the kids to Gypsy Hill Park which is about a mile northwest of the school campus by walk. It is always fun to walk across the town. You get to go up and down the hills. You get to pass the birthplace of President Woodrow Wilson, you get to mingle through the antique shops in downtown Staunton. You get to munch a char-grilled chili dogs at Hardee's on way to the park.
Right next to the park used to be the site of Robert E. Lee High School. I always drooled over its guys. I even still remembered his name -- Trey Scott. Dunno if he's gay or not.
Anyway, at the park, it has a variety of everything, really. Playgrounds, baseball fields, a lake where the ducks dominated, There are several creeks where you can run and jump over. The open fields. There is a free-standing stage with white columns where you can sit on the lawn and watch the local music, talents and so on. It also has a football stadium designed for little league teams. Right across the park, there is a fenced area where you can feed and pet the deers. It has a road around the park -- where many people exercised.
All in all, it is All-American park, really. It also has one classic that not many parks have -- a site of mini-train where kids can ride for a dollar. I rode in it many times. Sounds lame? Yeah. But it was fun.
If you're curious about Gypsy Hill Park, check it out at this online park.
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Right next to the park used to be the site of Robert E. Lee High School. I always drooled over its guys. I even still remembered his name -- Trey Scott. Dunno if he's gay or not.
Anyway, at the park, it has a variety of everything, really. Playgrounds, baseball fields, a lake where the ducks dominated, There are several creeks where you can run and jump over. The open fields. There is a free-standing stage with white columns where you can sit on the lawn and watch the local music, talents and so on. It also has a football stadium designed for little league teams. Right across the park, there is a fenced area where you can feed and pet the deers. It has a road around the park -- where many people exercised.
All in all, it is All-American park, really. It also has one classic that not many parks have -- a site of mini-train where kids can ride for a dollar. I rode in it many times. Sounds lame? Yeah. But it was fun.
If you're curious about Gypsy Hill Park, check it out at this online park.
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For You To Ponder About ...
I was informed by a friend that there was a riot in Yemen after the government decided to merge a deaf school with a hearing school. There was an arrest made as well. See? Deaf people across the globe, despite the differences in beliefs and religions, still view hearing people as incompetents to deal with throughout their lives.
Here is a quote that I found in a book.
Deaf people do not wish to be Hearing. Rather than mourning the "loss" of hearing, or wishing they were like the majority, they are frustrated at the lack of access and opportunity. The Deaf fantasy is not that they could hear, but that the world would be Deaf. -by Theresa Smith, 1996
Pronto. She said it all. Last night, I read a friend's comments regarding what MJ Bienvenu once wrote. MJ is correct when it comes to the fact that this world is not for hearing. It is not for whites. It is not for straight. It is for everyone else. I have as much the right to exist as a Deaf person in this world which is for everyone else.
Ahh. Few quotes that I want to throw in as well. It is not deaf-related thing. Enjoy.
Ha! Fulfillment when you've suffered as we have suffered there can be only one fulfillment ... vengeance. -Mary Bierbaum
In this make-believe, laminated business of mine, finding true innocence's rarer, true honesty even rarer, and true love nearly impossible. All the happiness I've ever clawed and fought for, what I wouldn't give to know that kind of feeling. To be part of a world of innocence, honesty and unequivocal love. To be truly happy. God, what I wouldn't give for that. -George Perez
Must I make ashes of Heaven before you understand? -Mark Millar
Life is the ultimate adventure and Death the prize that awaits us all. Since it's inevitable, why worry about it? -Chris Claremont
Maybe never. Maybe Love can never conquer Hatred. The struggle between the two may be integral to what we are. But there are small victories. The conquering of our own hatreds. The discovery that our means are superior, at least for us. And in this existence, perhaps these are the only victories to be had. -Tom & Mary Bierbaum
The constitution wasn't perfect. But we were allowed to change it ... maybe even improve it. And if America sometimes fouled up along the way -- and it did -- that was the fault of the dreamers. It was not the fault of the dream. -Steve Darnall
Comments?
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Here is a quote that I found in a book.
Deaf people do not wish to be Hearing. Rather than mourning the "loss" of hearing, or wishing they were like the majority, they are frustrated at the lack of access and opportunity. The Deaf fantasy is not that they could hear, but that the world would be Deaf. -by Theresa Smith, 1996
Pronto. She said it all. Last night, I read a friend's comments regarding what MJ Bienvenu once wrote. MJ is correct when it comes to the fact that this world is not for hearing. It is not for whites. It is not for straight. It is for everyone else. I have as much the right to exist as a Deaf person in this world which is for everyone else.
Ahh. Few quotes that I want to throw in as well. It is not deaf-related thing. Enjoy.
Ha! Fulfillment when you've suffered as we have suffered there can be only one fulfillment ... vengeance. -Mary Bierbaum
In this make-believe, laminated business of mine, finding true innocence's rarer, true honesty even rarer, and true love nearly impossible. All the happiness I've ever clawed and fought for, what I wouldn't give to know that kind of feeling. To be part of a world of innocence, honesty and unequivocal love. To be truly happy. God, what I wouldn't give for that. -George Perez
Must I make ashes of Heaven before you understand? -Mark Millar
Life is the ultimate adventure and Death the prize that awaits us all. Since it's inevitable, why worry about it? -Chris Claremont
Maybe never. Maybe Love can never conquer Hatred. The struggle between the two may be integral to what we are. But there are small victories. The conquering of our own hatreds. The discovery that our means are superior, at least for us. And in this existence, perhaps these are the only victories to be had. -Tom & Mary Bierbaum
The constitution wasn't perfect. But we were allowed to change it ... maybe even improve it. And if America sometimes fouled up along the way -- and it did -- that was the fault of the dreamers. It was not the fault of the dream. -Steve Darnall
Comments?
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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
I Am The Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist, So He Says!
Tom Tricoli is at it again. This time, I am not annoyed by his rantings. The scary thing is that I am *amused* by his creative manner to name me something cool. Something cool. Something that MJ Bienvenu and Furlano will smile with pride -- call the churches to toll the bells for Ridor is now known as Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist ... GDMT! Now the Universe shall tremble before me!
One word: Whatever.
He went on to accuse me that I was the one who sent him the anonymous messages. Actually, the truth is that I was not the one. It was my female friend who got upset when I showed her what he wrote. Simply put, she got on the computer and attacked him. But to him, it was me. Always me. Always for ever. His word is the ultimate one.
Hey Tom, you opened the Pandora's Box by ridiculing that Deaf people are bad tippers (which are not true), you were quick to label us all in a whim. Then you repeatedly called me fat, stupid and so on. What can I do to shrug you off? By calling you ugly, dumbfuck, facial wasting, AIDS boy and so on. An eye for an eye if you ask me. It is not to elevate myself above you, it is to return the favors of what you did to me in the first place.
I never asked you to read my blogs. I never asked you to care about my deaf culture, I never asked you to come over. There is always "X" on the top of your right corner if anyone does not like my blogs.
When a person is ignorant or bigot about deafness, I shall call him "hearie" until he learns his way out. For years, people always call deaf people as "deaf and dumb" or inane comments online like, "What did you say? I did not hear you." These antics are insulting, demeaning and degrading. I think it is healthy to brand a group, especially with hearing people because it indirectly empowered us to stand up and say, "So do you, dumbfuck." So I return the favor by calling you a fuckin' stupid hearie. Deal with it, honey.
Tom Tricoli, please do not deny that you never make fun of one's disabilities. You just did to me in several emails and on your blog. Suffice to say, you are a lousy liar.
When I bring your full name, I never do it with malice. I poke fun at it, you're the joke unto itself. Which is why I knew I made people snicker when I told Captain-Obvious to suck your diseased cock. It is not my problem that you got HIV+, who was careless? Of course, you. If I got HIV Positive, I'll admit that I was stupid and careless. Going to the party where you can get 2nd and 3rd strains of HIV is a testament to how stupid you are. But sadly, you are not the only one in the gay community.
If you believe that I need help because of my deep resentments and/or anger towards hearing people, it is your right to do so. I know who I am, you do not know who I am. It is hard to get me angry about hearies, I often discard and ignore them when they annoy me. Then I crack jokes about people that tried to belittle me. Then after that, I forget all about it. In other words, you are not worthy of my energies, Tom Tricoli.
Of course, you woke up an annoyed hornet today. But today, the annoyed hornet is amused with your lies and creativity. But let it go, little boy.
R-
One word: Whatever.
He went on to accuse me that I was the one who sent him the anonymous messages. Actually, the truth is that I was not the one. It was my female friend who got upset when I showed her what he wrote. Simply put, she got on the computer and attacked him. But to him, it was me. Always me. Always for ever. His word is the ultimate one.
Hey Tom, you opened the Pandora's Box by ridiculing that Deaf people are bad tippers (which are not true), you were quick to label us all in a whim. Then you repeatedly called me fat, stupid and so on. What can I do to shrug you off? By calling you ugly, dumbfuck, facial wasting, AIDS boy and so on. An eye for an eye if you ask me. It is not to elevate myself above you, it is to return the favors of what you did to me in the first place.
I never asked you to read my blogs. I never asked you to care about my deaf culture, I never asked you to come over. There is always "X" on the top of your right corner if anyone does not like my blogs.
When a person is ignorant or bigot about deafness, I shall call him "hearie" until he learns his way out. For years, people always call deaf people as "deaf and dumb" or inane comments online like, "What did you say? I did not hear you." These antics are insulting, demeaning and degrading. I think it is healthy to brand a group, especially with hearing people because it indirectly empowered us to stand up and say, "So do you, dumbfuck." So I return the favor by calling you a fuckin' stupid hearie. Deal with it, honey.
Tom Tricoli, please do not deny that you never make fun of one's disabilities. You just did to me in several emails and on your blog. Suffice to say, you are a lousy liar.
When I bring your full name, I never do it with malice. I poke fun at it, you're the joke unto itself. Which is why I knew I made people snicker when I told Captain-Obvious to suck your diseased cock. It is not my problem that you got HIV+, who was careless? Of course, you. If I got HIV Positive, I'll admit that I was stupid and careless. Going to the party where you can get 2nd and 3rd strains of HIV is a testament to how stupid you are. But sadly, you are not the only one in the gay community.
If you believe that I need help because of my deep resentments and/or anger towards hearing people, it is your right to do so. I know who I am, you do not know who I am. It is hard to get me angry about hearies, I often discard and ignore them when they annoy me. Then I crack jokes about people that tried to belittle me. Then after that, I forget all about it. In other words, you are not worthy of my energies, Tom Tricoli.
Of course, you woke up an annoyed hornet today. But today, the annoyed hornet is amused with your lies and creativity. But let it go, little boy.
R-
My Desk ...
After some tumbles on the Chinese bus to New York. The arrival time was 7 AM, but I got there at 6:15 AM. Gawd, the Chinese bus drivers drove too fast. It was refreshing to see such a haze covering the skyscrapers as the sun rises in the open sky.
I have a thing for skyscrapers. I always surf this website when I am very bored. Maybe it is symbolic of male supremacy? I do not know.
Anyway, I found out that my desk at the office was drenched when someone upstairs left the water running all over the floors to my desk. My desk got the brunt of damages. Which means more workload for me to take care of. Just in time for an audit next week. Not a good sign if you ask me.
But I shall learn and move on.
And I'm sorry to say this -- I cannot wait for Benis to come! I just enjoyed his company immensely.
Last night, I cleaned up the boxes and discovered my old index cards. I was relieved. Because it contains some quotes that I amassed over the years.
I shall mention over the time.
Now back to work and fix my desk.
R-
I have a thing for skyscrapers. I always surf this website when I am very bored. Maybe it is symbolic of male supremacy? I do not know.
Anyway, I found out that my desk at the office was drenched when someone upstairs left the water running all over the floors to my desk. My desk got the brunt of damages. Which means more workload for me to take care of. Just in time for an audit next week. Not a good sign if you ask me.
But I shall learn and move on.
And I'm sorry to say this -- I cannot wait for Benis to come! I just enjoyed his company immensely.
Last night, I cleaned up the boxes and discovered my old index cards. I was relieved. Because it contains some quotes that I amassed over the years.
I shall mention over the time.
Now back to work and fix my desk.
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Reagan Sucks
I find it bit eerie that Ronald Reagan dropped dead last Saturday after I made fun of Nancy Reagan on May 27. If you observed over the years, I indirectly killed famous persons: Princess Di, Gianni Versace, John Denver, John F. Kennedy Jr and now Ronald Reagan. Each time I visited their hometowns, they dropped dead in matter of weeks.
Friday is the Federal Mourning Day, which means all federal buildings are closed.
Reagan may be a decent man but he never did a thing for gay people. In fact, it was during his administration that the AIDS exploded on the scene and he kept on associating AIDS with gays, thus lacked the means to get funds to find a cure. I believe that his administration remains No. 1 in AIDS deaths than any administration. In other words, Reagan was a fuckin' homophobe. When I learned that he had Alzheimers Disease 10 years ago, I smirked and said to myself, "He is finished."
Karma is magnificent. It always take care of things on its own, sooner or later. When Reagan refused to acknowledge that AIDS do not discriminate, Karma takes his mind away slowly. I think it was such a poetic justice.
But there are few things that I admire Reagan. For instance, the Berlin Wall. It was Reagan who said, "Mr. Gorbachev, take down the wall!" And the walls tumbled down on my birthday.
R-
Friday is the Federal Mourning Day, which means all federal buildings are closed.
Reagan may be a decent man but he never did a thing for gay people. In fact, it was during his administration that the AIDS exploded on the scene and he kept on associating AIDS with gays, thus lacked the means to get funds to find a cure. I believe that his administration remains No. 1 in AIDS deaths than any administration. In other words, Reagan was a fuckin' homophobe. When I learned that he had Alzheimers Disease 10 years ago, I smirked and said to myself, "He is finished."
Karma is magnificent. It always take care of things on its own, sooner or later. When Reagan refused to acknowledge that AIDS do not discriminate, Karma takes his mind away slowly. I think it was such a poetic justice.
But there are few things that I admire Reagan. For instance, the Berlin Wall. It was Reagan who said, "Mr. Gorbachev, take down the wall!" And the walls tumbled down on my birthday.
R-
I Agreed With Ted Rall
That is how the United States runs the foreign policy.
This may ignite a controversy or a chuckle, but nevertheless Ted is correct on this point.
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This may ignite a controversy or a chuckle, but nevertheless Ted is correct on this point.
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Monday, June 07, 2004
Manhattan, Here I Come
My time in Richmond may be short and sweet. I'm glad it is very short and sweet because I am restless. I'm glad to go back to the island. The island of more than 7 million inhabitants.
The fuckin' bus leaves at 1 AM and I shall be in stinky Chinatown at 7 AM, sparing any troubles.
Wish me luck.
My weekend with Benis and Awon were ... let's say this way ... very interesting. So far, only Beth knew what's going on.
Take care,
R-
The fuckin' bus leaves at 1 AM and I shall be in stinky Chinatown at 7 AM, sparing any troubles.
Wish me luck.
My weekend with Benis and Awon were ... let's say this way ... very interesting. So far, only Beth knew what's going on.
Take care,
R-
Dad Said It Was His Funniest and Best One with Me
Last night, Dad mentioned that this drama was one of his best moments in his lifetime with me.
I was 4.
Dad took me, Gary and Hedy (my siblings) to Henrico County Courthouse which is a massive building that also housed the Police Department and the county jail as well. Mom was a court clerk. We were waiting to pick her up from her job. I was extremely bored and tired of waiting.
I saw a cute, shiny red box on the wall. I wondered what it is. Dad was busy dealing with Gary. I climbed on the chair and touched the red box. Pulled a white handler down.
D-oh. I just pulled down the fire alarm. I got panicked and tried to put it back by pushing and slamming it back. But the lights won't stop. The blaring alarm won't stop. Dad ran to me and pulled me off and asked me why I did it. I was confused. I did not understand.
I saw the police officers, people who were in jail, men in black robes and all stuff that you can find in the courthouse coming out of the massive building. Dad held me as men in black robes smirked and playfully scolded me. These hot, sexy firemen also came and held me in their arms and playfully scolded me. Mom was distraught with embarassment. A judge told her not to worry, it happens to the best of us.
Dad said it was the best one in his lifetime when it comes to raise a child ... that i pulled the rabbit out of a black hat and took the house out in matter of seconds.
Some old stuff never change, don't they?
R-
I was 4.
Dad took me, Gary and Hedy (my siblings) to Henrico County Courthouse which is a massive building that also housed the Police Department and the county jail as well. Mom was a court clerk. We were waiting to pick her up from her job. I was extremely bored and tired of waiting.
I saw a cute, shiny red box on the wall. I wondered what it is. Dad was busy dealing with Gary. I climbed on the chair and touched the red box. Pulled a white handler down.
D-oh. I just pulled down the fire alarm. I got panicked and tried to put it back by pushing and slamming it back. But the lights won't stop. The blaring alarm won't stop. Dad ran to me and pulled me off and asked me why I did it. I was confused. I did not understand.
I saw the police officers, people who were in jail, men in black robes and all stuff that you can find in the courthouse coming out of the massive building. Dad held me as men in black robes smirked and playfully scolded me. These hot, sexy firemen also came and held me in their arms and playfully scolded me. Mom was distraught with embarassment. A judge told her not to worry, it happens to the best of us.
Dad said it was the best one in his lifetime when it comes to raise a child ... that i pulled the rabbit out of a black hat and took the house out in matter of seconds.
Some old stuff never change, don't they?
R-
Friday, June 04, 2004
*Fanfare*
My parents installed a brand-new toilet seat in the bathroom and it glows in the dark. It fuckin' rocks. I is the VEE-VEE!!
Here are the pictures of me as a kid ... that's me. You got it right, m'dear. Up and down. Love and hate. Birth and death. Order and chaos. All are interwined within me. *evil maniacal laughter*
R-
Here are the pictures of me as a kid ... that's me. You got it right, m'dear. Up and down. Love and hate. Birth and death. Order and chaos. All are interwined within me. *evil maniacal laughter*
R-
Pictures Tells More Than Words
Here are the snapshots of me, friends and Jayson the Free Hugger.
As you can see, the German TV crew were filming us hugging, and does not Rico and Yassine look gorgeous with this cutie?
Here are the other pics of us loitering around the city.
One more good picture snapped by my friend, Lee but I had to remove it because it really blew my blog off the site. So ... I need someone to adjust a little.
How about it? Hope it will make you guys smile a little today.
As you can see, the German TV crew were filming us hugging, and does not Rico and Yassine look gorgeous with this cutie?
Here are the other pics of us loitering around the city.
One more good picture snapped by my friend, Lee but I had to remove it because it really blew my blog off the site. So ... I need someone to adjust a little.
How about it? Hope it will make you guys smile a little today.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
It Is 1:25 AM
Hello!
Guess what? I survived the Chinese bus. When I rode the bus on the Jersey Turnpike, I could see the NYC skyline on the horizons ... it was so beautiful. So proud, so beautiful. It was bit sad to depart, though.
The trip took about 6 1/2 hours to reach Downtown Richmond. Richmond is so tiny in comparison with New York. My father told me to slow down my signs. That I was too fast. I saw too many Walmarts. That is sickening. Somebody should bomb them!
The skyscrapers in Richmond is so tiny ...
Mom and Dad seems to be OK. Dad said that I should live in Virginia and "help" Deaf people in the state. I shot back that I do not have the obligation to do that -- I am my own life, deal with it.
Ahh. Parents!
I is the VEE some stuff on my Dad's desk about my alma mater. Time to grimace, though.
NOTE TO HEARIES: "I is the VEE" is not the right sentence to be used in English but it is something that some Deafies like to make fun of English ... so sometimes we say, "I is the ..."
Will figure out a way to fix the pictures.
Then will deal with Benis on Saturday!
R-
Guess what? I survived the Chinese bus. When I rode the bus on the Jersey Turnpike, I could see the NYC skyline on the horizons ... it was so beautiful. So proud, so beautiful. It was bit sad to depart, though.
The trip took about 6 1/2 hours to reach Downtown Richmond. Richmond is so tiny in comparison with New York. My father told me to slow down my signs. That I was too fast. I saw too many Walmarts. That is sickening. Somebody should bomb them!
The skyscrapers in Richmond is so tiny ...
Mom and Dad seems to be OK. Dad said that I should live in Virginia and "help" Deaf people in the state. I shot back that I do not have the obligation to do that -- I am my own life, deal with it.
Ahh. Parents!
I is the VEE some stuff on my Dad's desk about my alma mater. Time to grimace, though.
NOTE TO HEARIES: "I is the VEE" is not the right sentence to be used in English but it is something that some Deafies like to make fun of English ... so sometimes we say, "I is the ..."
Will figure out a way to fix the pictures.
Then will deal with Benis on Saturday!
R-
*Sigh*
This morning is plainly busy for me. I had to organize things around the office before I head off to Virginia today.
I had been observing my comments in the last few days. I noticed that I had been very abrasive and mean towards different people as well as being nice towards some people. I do not know why but I think the stress probably played a role in this. Work probably is a huge factor. But what made me going over the edge has to be Triple XXX Party. Rico mentioned that these men who engaged in massive orgies does not reflect the whole spectrum of gay community.
I am realistic, I'd like to be optimistic but I am realistic. I do not like to be optimistic *all* the time even with 10 seconds left, I knew I was going to lose but "let's be optimistic" ... that is bullshit. So being realistic is better than being optimistic, sometimes.
The reality is that promiscuity is huge in gay community. I'd love to date, marry and be content. I already met guys who are "committed" with each other but played outside as well. I already met guys who said he fucked 6 guys in a week. I went to gay.com chat rooms, practically *everyone else* wants to hook up one way or other. It is everywhere.
It makes me feel ... resigned to the vicious cycles of promiscuity.
It is nice to have close friends to chat on a daily basis but what I wanted is *one* person to contend with for the rest of my life. It seems to me that in gay community, it is impossible. My dear faggots, please do not comment something that I should think positive and something "will" happen. Someone already said that to me about ... 10 years ago.
But seeing Benis & Awon's pics are absolutely nice. It is nice to see them in love and contend with each other without humping all the time. Gay men needs to follow Awon and Benis' examples. And Larry & Kitch.
I'm gone for the weekend, you may go ahead and ignite the fireworks, NYCers.
R-
I had been observing my comments in the last few days. I noticed that I had been very abrasive and mean towards different people as well as being nice towards some people. I do not know why but I think the stress probably played a role in this. Work probably is a huge factor. But what made me going over the edge has to be Triple XXX Party. Rico mentioned that these men who engaged in massive orgies does not reflect the whole spectrum of gay community.
I am realistic, I'd like to be optimistic but I am realistic. I do not like to be optimistic *all* the time even with 10 seconds left, I knew I was going to lose but "let's be optimistic" ... that is bullshit. So being realistic is better than being optimistic, sometimes.
The reality is that promiscuity is huge in gay community. I'd love to date, marry and be content. I already met guys who are "committed" with each other but played outside as well. I already met guys who said he fucked 6 guys in a week. I went to gay.com chat rooms, practically *everyone else* wants to hook up one way or other. It is everywhere.
It makes me feel ... resigned to the vicious cycles of promiscuity.
It is nice to have close friends to chat on a daily basis but what I wanted is *one* person to contend with for the rest of my life. It seems to me that in gay community, it is impossible. My dear faggots, please do not comment something that I should think positive and something "will" happen. Someone already said that to me about ... 10 years ago.
But seeing Benis & Awon's pics are absolutely nice. It is nice to see them in love and contend with each other without humping all the time. Gay men needs to follow Awon and Benis' examples. And Larry & Kitch.
I'm gone for the weekend, you may go ahead and ignite the fireworks, NYCers.
R-
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Few Blogs To Check Out
I browsed two blogs and was amused by that. Steven and Michael's blogs are charming and funny. I can relate to Michael because he's from Kentucky (I'm from Virginia). Steven is just funny guy. It's not often that a hearing person gets to make me smile (actually, there are, though). Check 'em out on Hearies Section.
Not so amusing to read: I am such a loser because I am trying so hard to be straight but I am so faggot. Someone want to donate a shotgun to this guy?
There is another gay blogger that I read with disdain. All he talks is about fucking, HIV meds, snorting Crystal Meth and how sweet life is all about. It is so pessimistic that I feel he was asking me to come down to his area and finish him. I don't think it is worth the time to identify him on my own blogsite! So SYL to them!
Have fun blogging,
R-
P.S. Anyone volunteer to edit my huge pics -- I need to fix the pics before I post the pics of me, Rico, Yassine, Lee, Jayson and Corey.
Not so amusing to read: I am such a loser because I am trying so hard to be straight but I am so faggot. Someone want to donate a shotgun to this guy?
There is another gay blogger that I read with disdain. All he talks is about fucking, HIV meds, snorting Crystal Meth and how sweet life is all about. It is so pessimistic that I feel he was asking me to come down to his area and finish him. I don't think it is worth the time to identify him on my own blogsite! So SYL to them!
Have fun blogging,
R-
P.S. Anyone volunteer to edit my huge pics -- I need to fix the pics before I post the pics of me, Rico, Yassine, Lee, Jayson and Corey.
Tomorrow Is The Day!
Last night, I said: "How's ya?" to my hearing brother online. He snapped, "For an educated person, you trying to talk 'How's ya?' makes you sound like one of us here in Hopewell."
Hopewell is a small town in Virginia about 25 minutes southeast of Richmond, Virginia. That is the town where my parents and some siblings lived.
I responded, "I know. I am practicing the lowest standards possible in order to communicate with you and others when I get there on Thursday evening."
I'm pretty curious about the whole thing because ... it'll be my first time to see my parents since last year in January 2003. It will be my first time to be in Hopewell since last year in March 2003 when Marky and I drove through to Atlanta.
Ahh, yes, I got the pics from Travis. They're too big. I need some help to cut and crush them down to tiny pics. Jayson looks good as ever. But I look trashy as ever.
*sigh*
Will wonders never cease?
R-
Hopewell is a small town in Virginia about 25 minutes southeast of Richmond, Virginia. That is the town where my parents and some siblings lived.
I responded, "I know. I am practicing the lowest standards possible in order to communicate with you and others when I get there on Thursday evening."
I'm pretty curious about the whole thing because ... it'll be my first time to see my parents since last year in January 2003. It will be my first time to be in Hopewell since last year in March 2003 when Marky and I drove through to Atlanta.
Ahh, yes, I got the pics from Travis. They're too big. I need some help to cut and crush them down to tiny pics. Jayson looks good as ever. But I look trashy as ever.
*sigh*
Will wonders never cease?
R-
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Honestly, This Is Silly
Yes, the Holocaust was a tragedy that happened in the past. We must never forget that. But to punish someone else for what happened more than 50 years ago? To strip the citizenship of an elderly person with no place to go except to a third world country is simply barbaric and wrong.
Many Germans were simply citizens who got caught up in the nationalism craze and fell for Hitler's stuff. But later, they realized they were wrong. And they probably regret and are dealing with it for the rest of their lives. Why continue to do a witchhunt and attack these elderly persons?
The Germans lost the war, they already repented. The peoples who were involved are paying for it with the images stucked on their minds until they die.
Enough is enough, let them go. Stop chasing after these people. Let things stay in the past. Don't be vengeful about it.
If we must make everyone pay for their sins, then nobody on this planet deserved to live as of now.
R-
Many Germans were simply citizens who got caught up in the nationalism craze and fell for Hitler's stuff. But later, they realized they were wrong. And they probably regret and are dealing with it for the rest of their lives. Why continue to do a witchhunt and attack these elderly persons?
The Germans lost the war, they already repented. The peoples who were involved are paying for it with the images stucked on their minds until they die.
Enough is enough, let them go. Stop chasing after these people. Let things stay in the past. Don't be vengeful about it.
If we must make everyone pay for their sins, then nobody on this planet deserved to live as of now.
R-
Captain-Obvious Is The Dumbfuck Loser!
He emailed me and told me to hear his response via the audio (.mp3), I wrote back that I have no interest in hearing or getting his comments to be heard.
The email was returned. He blocked me.
I won the whole thing, motherfucker.
Anyone who does that to anyone and gets away with it is often the bitter queen and decidedly a loser to start with.
Captain-Obvious and Tom Tricoli has something in common, they should date and exchange the bodily fluids for all I care -- at least, two hearies out of the picture.
R-
The email was returned. He blocked me.
I won the whole thing, motherfucker.
Anyone who does that to anyone and gets away with it is often the bitter queen and decidedly a loser to start with.
Captain-Obvious and Tom Tricoli has something in common, they should date and exchange the bodily fluids for all I care -- at least, two hearies out of the picture.
R-
Jayson, NYC and Triple XXX Equals Insanity!
Getting home at 4 AM to discover the mess that Rico and Yassine left in my bathtub is not something that I enjoyed but at least, I barked at them.
One thing I hated the most about the deaf drunks are that they tend to repeat the conversations and do it with exaggeration. Like, "I WALK WALK WALK TURN RIGHT THEN LEFT THEN SAW ..." instead of "TODAY I WALK THEN SAW ..."
But that was so funny, though.
On Sunday afternoon, we went to Crif Dog for Lee to munch some bacon-wrapped dogs then rushed to Washington Square Park. A mistake.
The park was filled with thousands of people. I was not sure if I can find Jayson in the midst of beautiful park. I told Rico, Yassine and Lee not to sign in front of Jayson so I could observe from afar. They refused to agree. There he is.
He looks good, he looks radiant, he looks sweet. He's all that. Giving free hugs. Rico and Yassine were fast up close to get a hug from Jayson. Lee snapped the pics. Suddenly, Jayson signed. It's cool. I was impressed. Then I came forward and identified myself. It was fun. When we talked, I noticed that there was a TV crew filming our conversation. Turns out that they are a crew from Germany. Extremely cool. So I guess I'll be seen on TV sets in Europe with Jayson.
Will pose the pics of Jayson stuff when I get some from Lee via emails later.
After that, took them to places like Stonewall, Chelsea Piers, The Dugout, Ty's and yeah, Ground Zero.
Later in the evening, we went to Triple XXX party at The Hole. Lee, Rico and Yassine were consistently amazed at the behaviors of gay men engaging in sex. Rico said, "Look at this guy, he just rimmed someone else then kissed someone different. Ew."
Ahh, I didn't think like that but he's right ... EW!
I asked Rico if he VEE-VEE the whole drama? He said, "NO, I quadrupled VEE-VEE the whole thing, I am afraid that if I approach my friends in Ohio this weekend, nobody will believe me. Nobody will believe me when I go back to Amsterdam."
Thanks to that party, the sexually transmitted infections probably doubled the numbers. Something that will keep GMHC (Gay Men's Health Clinic) busy for a long, long and long time. I saw guys' facial expressions in the dungeon and in the main floor, it is borderline of animalistic behavior. Scary, weird and crazy.
No, I did not do anything bad except drinking and observing all night long. Besides, who wants to touch me?
The next day, Lee, Yassine and Rico were pretty exhausted and still talked about the whole ordeal at the Triple XXX party.
Either way, it was good to be with my friends once again. Now I have to figure out a way how to bait Jayson into my arms again. ;-)
Cheers,
R-
One thing I hated the most about the deaf drunks are that they tend to repeat the conversations and do it with exaggeration. Like, "I WALK WALK WALK TURN RIGHT THEN LEFT THEN SAW ..." instead of "TODAY I WALK THEN SAW ..."
But that was so funny, though.
On Sunday afternoon, we went to Crif Dog for Lee to munch some bacon-wrapped dogs then rushed to Washington Square Park. A mistake.
The park was filled with thousands of people. I was not sure if I can find Jayson in the midst of beautiful park. I told Rico, Yassine and Lee not to sign in front of Jayson so I could observe from afar. They refused to agree. There he is.
He looks good, he looks radiant, he looks sweet. He's all that. Giving free hugs. Rico and Yassine were fast up close to get a hug from Jayson. Lee snapped the pics. Suddenly, Jayson signed. It's cool. I was impressed. Then I came forward and identified myself. It was fun. When we talked, I noticed that there was a TV crew filming our conversation. Turns out that they are a crew from Germany. Extremely cool. So I guess I'll be seen on TV sets in Europe with Jayson.
Will pose the pics of Jayson stuff when I get some from Lee via emails later.
After that, took them to places like Stonewall, Chelsea Piers, The Dugout, Ty's and yeah, Ground Zero.
Later in the evening, we went to Triple XXX party at The Hole. Lee, Rico and Yassine were consistently amazed at the behaviors of gay men engaging in sex. Rico said, "Look at this guy, he just rimmed someone else then kissed someone different. Ew."
Ahh, I didn't think like that but he's right ... EW!
I asked Rico if he VEE-VEE the whole drama? He said, "NO, I quadrupled VEE-VEE the whole thing, I am afraid that if I approach my friends in Ohio this weekend, nobody will believe me. Nobody will believe me when I go back to Amsterdam."
Thanks to that party, the sexually transmitted infections probably doubled the numbers. Something that will keep GMHC (Gay Men's Health Clinic) busy for a long, long and long time. I saw guys' facial expressions in the dungeon and in the main floor, it is borderline of animalistic behavior. Scary, weird and crazy.
No, I did not do anything bad except drinking and observing all night long. Besides, who wants to touch me?
The next day, Lee, Yassine and Rico were pretty exhausted and still talked about the whole ordeal at the Triple XXX party.
Either way, it was good to be with my friends once again. Now I have to figure out a way how to bait Jayson into my arms again. ;-)
Cheers,
R-
No Time To Sleep
Last Friday night, I was able to get some sleep while Rico, Yassine and Web went out to loiter a little. But it was only an hour and half of sleep. After that, I found the keys. Went to meet them at some coffeehouse on 1st Avenue. We went to a restaurant in Soho.
It was a low-key tone that we approached this time before the bang that occurs over the weekend. Call it the calm before the storm.
What a fun it was to be part of the storm.
What a fun it was to be stimulated and laughed all over the weekend.
After that restaurant, we strolled throughout the Washington Square Park to The Cock Bar. I reminded myself and others that this place is where Jayson gives the free hugs. That we have to check it out on Sunday afternoon. Rico, himself from Amsterdam, was not aware about what I was talking about. After some explanations about the free hugger, Rico exclaimed: I MUST SEE IT!
The Cock was packed, rude and abrasive. We decided to ditch it and head out to The Phoenix where it was nice to be able to sit, drink and crack jokes about our lives so far.
We got home very late around 5:30 AM. And we yakked 'til like 6:30 AM, I yelled at them that I had to go to bed.
I woke up at 2 PM the next day with my pager vibrating (not in my ass, thank you very much) on the mattress. It was off to Chinatown to pick Lee (Not that Forbit or Mississippi guy).
Catching up with Lee at Nowhere Bar, Better Burger, XL and The Slide Bar was a blessing, really as Rico and Yassine went on their own rampage around the island. They ended up getting drunk at my home and made a mess. That's OK, though.
There were some pics that were taken by Lee which I will share as soon as I receive from him via emails. The pics of our weekend was very interesting and wonderful. I get to be with my friends and acquaintenances, that is absolutely nicest thing.
More on Sunday & Jayson later!
R-
It was a low-key tone that we approached this time before the bang that occurs over the weekend. Call it the calm before the storm.
What a fun it was to be part of the storm.
What a fun it was to be stimulated and laughed all over the weekend.
After that restaurant, we strolled throughout the Washington Square Park to The Cock Bar. I reminded myself and others that this place is where Jayson gives the free hugs. That we have to check it out on Sunday afternoon. Rico, himself from Amsterdam, was not aware about what I was talking about. After some explanations about the free hugger, Rico exclaimed: I MUST SEE IT!
The Cock was packed, rude and abrasive. We decided to ditch it and head out to The Phoenix where it was nice to be able to sit, drink and crack jokes about our lives so far.
We got home very late around 5:30 AM. And we yakked 'til like 6:30 AM, I yelled at them that I had to go to bed.
I woke up at 2 PM the next day with my pager vibrating (not in my ass, thank you very much) on the mattress. It was off to Chinatown to pick Lee (Not that Forbit or Mississippi guy).
Catching up with Lee at Nowhere Bar, Better Burger, XL and The Slide Bar was a blessing, really as Rico and Yassine went on their own rampage around the island. They ended up getting drunk at my home and made a mess. That's OK, though.
There were some pics that were taken by Lee which I will share as soon as I receive from him via emails. The pics of our weekend was very interesting and wonderful. I get to be with my friends and acquaintenances, that is absolutely nicest thing.
More on Sunday & Jayson later!
R-
Friday, May 28, 2004
Rico Bedevils Manhattan
Rico bypassed everything else in order to be here and he did it last night, much to my delight. Rico, a dear friend of mine for many years from Amsterdam, The Netherlands, was on an adventure over the last 36 hours. The details are better left unsaid because the Patriot Act would kill us on the spot. LOL.
It appears that I am being forced to go to Triple XXX Party because Rico, Yassine, Travis, Benis are interested to check it out.
Last night was fun. Which is why I am exhausted today. I'm going to sleep for a long, long time.
And fuck, I lost the apartment key in the apartment -- now I have to hunt it down with Rico and Yassine.
R-
It appears that I am being forced to go to Triple XXX Party because Rico, Yassine, Travis, Benis are interested to check it out.
Last night was fun. Which is why I am exhausted today. I'm going to sleep for a long, long time.
And fuck, I lost the apartment key in the apartment -- now I have to hunt it down with Rico and Yassine.
R-
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Quarles' Kick
In women's basketball game versus Tennessee, Virginia guard Talisha Quarles attempted to retrieve the loose ball before it rolls out of bounds -- but a Tennessee player slapped the ball back in to hit another Virginia player's leg before it ricocheted out of bounds. Talisha groaned but saw the ball rolling by, she used her foot to stop it from rolling.
But as soon as she heard the referee saying that the possession of the ball goes to Tennessee, Talisha quietly kicked the ball out of bounds so fast and so far away, it forced the Tennessee player to walk over, pick it up, come back and start playing.
Call it an unsportsmanshiplike conduct if you must. But honestly, who cares? Anyway, the whole thing I just talked is merely an analogy of what I do with people's struggles at times because I want to.
R-
But as soon as she heard the referee saying that the possession of the ball goes to Tennessee, Talisha quietly kicked the ball out of bounds so fast and so far away, it forced the Tennessee player to walk over, pick it up, come back and start playing.
Call it an unsportsmanshiplike conduct if you must. But honestly, who cares? Anyway, the whole thing I just talked is merely an analogy of what I do with people's struggles at times because I want to.
R-
Well, well, well!
I have to add something.
Hearing people produced world's worst people. Take a look at the list:
Adolf Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Jeffrey Dahmer
Nancy Reagan
Jerry Falwell
Pat Robertson
Martha Stewart
Of course, I must add something:
GW Bush, Osama bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, Donald Rumsfeld and Michael Bloomberg.
It is done deal. Hearies suck. :-)
R-
Hearing people produced world's worst people. Take a look at the list:
Adolf Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Jeffrey Dahmer
Nancy Reagan
Jerry Falwell
Pat Robertson
Martha Stewart
Of course, I must add something:
GW Bush, Osama bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, Donald Rumsfeld and Michael Bloomberg.
It is done deal. Hearies suck. :-)
R-
Yassine Asked Boy George to Lit Her Cigarette
Last night, Yassine and I roamed the island. Went to Dicks Bar, Chipotle then to GLBT Center to meet few friends and stroll up to XL to meet Web.
I did not expect a large group of Deaf people and ASL-Wannabes. It was fun.
Guess who was in town with Mikey Murvin. It is that "Forbit" dude. Yes, you saw this. Lee Wittig.
We had a nice time observing XL's Wednesdays: Faggot Feud. Soon, me, Mikey, Little Joe and Benis will have to play that game in June or July. Guess who dropped in the bar? Boy George.
The gang saw him. We did not go crazy. We just VEE-VEE at him (my third time to see him), he gained a lot. Web turned to look at me, "My god, for the first time, you did not exaggerate!"
Shortly, Boy George sat next to a deaf group, but we did not give him the "star" treatment like others did. These guys who did that are idiots.
It was nice to be acknowledged by a couple of well-known DJs who stopped by to say HI to me. It indicated that they have the respect for me as a person first and foremost of all. That, I am certainly impressed. Thanks, JonJon and Sammy Jo.
Let's say ... that evening was the series of bizarre occurences that Web and others can confirm.
But the best part is when we left the bar, it was raining outside. We took a shelter under a construction bridge next to XL where some XL patrons were smoking cigs, including Boy George. Yassine wanted to do something fun, Yassine pulled her cigarette out and asked Boy George to lit the match for her. He did.
That was the funniest part of all.
R-
I did not expect a large group of Deaf people and ASL-Wannabes. It was fun.
Guess who was in town with Mikey Murvin. It is that "Forbit" dude. Yes, you saw this. Lee Wittig.
We had a nice time observing XL's Wednesdays: Faggot Feud. Soon, me, Mikey, Little Joe and Benis will have to play that game in June or July. Guess who dropped in the bar? Boy George.
The gang saw him. We did not go crazy. We just VEE-VEE at him (my third time to see him), he gained a lot. Web turned to look at me, "My god, for the first time, you did not exaggerate!"
Shortly, Boy George sat next to a deaf group, but we did not give him the "star" treatment like others did. These guys who did that are idiots.
It was nice to be acknowledged by a couple of well-known DJs who stopped by to say HI to me. It indicated that they have the respect for me as a person first and foremost of all. That, I am certainly impressed. Thanks, JonJon and Sammy Jo.
Let's say ... that evening was the series of bizarre occurences that Web and others can confirm.
But the best part is when we left the bar, it was raining outside. We took a shelter under a construction bridge next to XL where some XL patrons were smoking cigs, including Boy George. Yassine wanted to do something fun, Yassine pulled her cigarette out and asked Boy George to lit the match for her. He did.
That was the funniest part of all.
R-
You Asked For It
To the hearing dude who said that Deaf people did not do enough for the civilization. He went on to point that Jesus is hearing person!
Well, you just committed a fatal mistake. You are going to be flabbergasted.
What did Jesus really do? All he did was to preach and divide the groups. The result is that the groups battled against each other, killing each other in the process. Look at the Crusaders, Holocaust and so on. What did Jesus really do? All he did was to talk and people fell for it.
As for Deaf people, we *created* the world as it is today. You may think "impossible".
Think of music (UGH!!!), Beethoven is deaf.
Think of light bulbs? Thomas Edison is deaf, if not for him, you'd have to use candles, fools. He also founded the General Electric Company.
Think of cell phone? You gotta thank Alexander Graham Bell, who is hearing but grew up in a deaf household. His mother is deaf, he was trying to invent a device that could make his mother hear sounds, boom! He invented a telephone by accident. So when you walk down the road with that cell phone, think of Deaf persons. If not for us, you would have to deal with morse code.
Psst, you are reading a blog, right? On the Internet? Who is the "Father of the Internet"? It is Vincent Cerf, he is Deaf.
If you like the American football, notice that they huddled with each other before going for a play? It was invented by a deaf person at Gallaudet in early 1900s.
Basically, we invented a lot of things that you took for granted.
What did you, hearies, invent? Guns? Tanks? Atomic Bombs? Whoopee.
R-
Well, you just committed a fatal mistake. You are going to be flabbergasted.
What did Jesus really do? All he did was to preach and divide the groups. The result is that the groups battled against each other, killing each other in the process. Look at the Crusaders, Holocaust and so on. What did Jesus really do? All he did was to talk and people fell for it.
As for Deaf people, we *created* the world as it is today. You may think "impossible".
Think of music (UGH!!!), Beethoven is deaf.
Think of light bulbs? Thomas Edison is deaf, if not for him, you'd have to use candles, fools. He also founded the General Electric Company.
Think of cell phone? You gotta thank Alexander Graham Bell, who is hearing but grew up in a deaf household. His mother is deaf, he was trying to invent a device that could make his mother hear sounds, boom! He invented a telephone by accident. So when you walk down the road with that cell phone, think of Deaf persons. If not for us, you would have to deal with morse code.
Psst, you are reading a blog, right? On the Internet? Who is the "Father of the Internet"? It is Vincent Cerf, he is Deaf.
If you like the American football, notice that they huddled with each other before going for a play? It was invented by a deaf person at Gallaudet in early 1900s.
Basically, we invented a lot of things that you took for granted.
What did you, hearies, invent? Guns? Tanks? Atomic Bombs? Whoopee.
R-
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
His IP Address is 4.226.234.34
This person wrote a vicious comments about Deaf people to a point where I decided to delete it entirely and banned him from commenting at all.
He wrote that Deaf people should drop dead. That everyone else who are Deaf are stupid. He went on to rant that Jesus himself is hearing!
What the fuck?
Another case of dumbfuck hearie.
No sane hearing person is willing to address my questions -- they only attack because they do not know how to respond appropriately.
You know, I am glad that more and more hearies are being killed in Afghanistan and Iraq, less hearies to deal with in this world. What's next? We'll wait until you are exterminated, then we take over.
To that person who commented, your comments are so hilarious and stupid to a point where it does not have a dignity to sit in my domain. Go home and suck your mama's tits. Oh, I forgot -- she ran out of milk. Go and suck Tom's diseased dick.
R-
He wrote that Deaf people should drop dead. That everyone else who are Deaf are stupid. He went on to rant that Jesus himself is hearing!
What the fuck?
Another case of dumbfuck hearie.
No sane hearing person is willing to address my questions -- they only attack because they do not know how to respond appropriately.
You know, I am glad that more and more hearies are being killed in Afghanistan and Iraq, less hearies to deal with in this world. What's next? We'll wait until you are exterminated, then we take over.
To that person who commented, your comments are so hilarious and stupid to a point where it does not have a dignity to sit in my domain. Go home and suck your mama's tits. Oh, I forgot -- she ran out of milk. Go and suck Tom's diseased dick.
R-
I'm So Touched!
Shamelessly stolen from KT's Yahoo Photo Album.
I smiled at this picture because this is good one ...
Here are four persons that I always hang out in DC when I am free -- Missy Take, Miss Ivana Dix, Mark Helmuth and David Anderson as "the boy in a dress".
See Mark saying, "I'm so touched."
See Missy Take and Ivana Dix imitating some kind of mannequins ... for some reasons.
Crazy people do crazy things, guys.
R-
Don't Point That At Me, Cynthia.
Two nights ago, Cynthia and I was sitting on the floor and watched Disney's Tarzan. We giggled when we saw Rosie O'Donnell's ape character. The resemblance is very strong between the animated character and Rosie.
Then Cyn said that she has Champagne that someone gave her for her birthday. She struggled to pop the cork, I kept on telling her to stick that thing out of my face. She kept on rolling to my face, I pushed the champagne and said, "There, not my face!" She then struggled and the champagne went back to my face -- I pushed it -- BOOM, the cork popped out -- it was pretty loud and funny. The cork landed about 10 feet away from where we were. Cynthia's response was: "Oh."
Told her, "TOLD YOU SO! Don't point that at me or anyone else's face!!"
About the ancient pictures, I always enjoyed them. I guess I got it from my father's passion. It is just that the way they posed themselves before the camera is graceful and powerful.
Cliff, look at the female students and the intstructor. Notice that their hair did not reach their clothes, their hairdos were held. Patti Raswant (I miss her very much, where is she?) said that a long time ago in deaf schools, students were encouraged not to shower daily, that they may shower 2 or 3 times per week. To prevent their hair from becoming oily, many female students learned to tie their hair without getting dirty from their clothes.
Not only that, if you look at the female instructor, I'm not certain if she is deaf or hearing (probably hearing), but it is easy to identify that she is a discplinarian. Look at the paper she held and the space between her and the female students. Her body language indicated that she is a strict disciplinarian.
As you can see, Cliff, the picture like this tells more than just pose in silence.
Last night, I met a charming fellow at Nowhere Bar, he was all over me. His name is Walter. No, it is not Lozada. Just another hearing guy. At first, I was ordering Prabst beer, he stood behind me and he touched my back, I was startled. But did not turn my head to see who it is. I was busy with the money exchange. He then rubbed my back. It was sweet and nice. I turned, I was impressed. He is cute, has intense eyes and all that. Bit older than I am but still cute. We talked. He said he observed me from distance. He made his move and I enjoyed his company. Asked me if I want to go to Vermont with him for these Radical Faeries thing. I told him that I promised myself that I have to work on my stuff before the Audit occurs on 16th to 18th of June.
This happened at Nowhere Bar, the site of Big Lug every Tuesdays. I saw one muscular guy rubbing himself on 400-lb guy. I do not understand. But like someone said, maybe that muscular guy likes to poke his dick into bigger guy's oversized belly button? I noticed that certain guys go in the back and pull the drapes to close the room for few minutes . . .
Guess what? Triple XXX is returning again at The Hole. It is not the last time as Nardicio proclaimed to be -- this Sunday, May 30, 2004 from 9 PM to 4 AM.
I do not think I will attend unless a certain person(s) are in town ...
R-
Then Cyn said that she has Champagne that someone gave her for her birthday. She struggled to pop the cork, I kept on telling her to stick that thing out of my face. She kept on rolling to my face, I pushed the champagne and said, "There, not my face!" She then struggled and the champagne went back to my face -- I pushed it -- BOOM, the cork popped out -- it was pretty loud and funny. The cork landed about 10 feet away from where we were. Cynthia's response was: "Oh."
Told her, "TOLD YOU SO! Don't point that at me or anyone else's face!!"
About the ancient pictures, I always enjoyed them. I guess I got it from my father's passion. It is just that the way they posed themselves before the camera is graceful and powerful.
Cliff, look at the female students and the intstructor. Notice that their hair did not reach their clothes, their hairdos were held. Patti Raswant (I miss her very much, where is she?) said that a long time ago in deaf schools, students were encouraged not to shower daily, that they may shower 2 or 3 times per week. To prevent their hair from becoming oily, many female students learned to tie their hair without getting dirty from their clothes.
Not only that, if you look at the female instructor, I'm not certain if she is deaf or hearing (probably hearing), but it is easy to identify that she is a discplinarian. Look at the paper she held and the space between her and the female students. Her body language indicated that she is a strict disciplinarian.
As you can see, Cliff, the picture like this tells more than just pose in silence.
Last night, I met a charming fellow at Nowhere Bar, he was all over me. His name is Walter. No, it is not Lozada. Just another hearing guy. At first, I was ordering Prabst beer, he stood behind me and he touched my back, I was startled. But did not turn my head to see who it is. I was busy with the money exchange. He then rubbed my back. It was sweet and nice. I turned, I was impressed. He is cute, has intense eyes and all that. Bit older than I am but still cute. We talked. He said he observed me from distance. He made his move and I enjoyed his company. Asked me if I want to go to Vermont with him for these Radical Faeries thing. I told him that I promised myself that I have to work on my stuff before the Audit occurs on 16th to 18th of June.
This happened at Nowhere Bar, the site of Big Lug every Tuesdays. I saw one muscular guy rubbing himself on 400-lb guy. I do not understand. But like someone said, maybe that muscular guy likes to poke his dick into bigger guy's oversized belly button? I noticed that certain guys go in the back and pull the drapes to close the room for few minutes . . .
Guess what? Triple XXX is returning again at The Hole. It is not the last time as Nardicio proclaimed to be -- this Sunday, May 30, 2004 from 9 PM to 4 AM.
I do not think I will attend unless a certain person(s) are in town ...
R-
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
The Vee-Vee of "B"
What I'd like for you to do is to look at the picture -- this is classic picture. One of my favorite pictures of all times. I am intrigued by the female student who fingerspelled "B", primarily because of her left-handed (I am lefty).
NOTE FOR HEARIES: The female students were fingerspelling "Alabama", one letter per person.
Not only that, I want you to look at this particular girl who did the "B". Notice her pinkie finger? Even she signed "B", but her pinkie finger seems to split apart a little from the other three fingers.
Now, I noticed with Deaf people who used ASL as its primary communication on a daily basis, they also signed "B" with their pinkie finger split apart a little. I noticed that I have the same formation that this particular female student had with the "B" sign. If I look at my hand, I am able to force my pinkie finger to stick together with the other three fingers. But if I do not think about it and just pull "B", the pinkie finger just is still apart from the other fingers.
For a while, I wonder why. But I think I know why. Our pinkie finger is perhaps the most used in fingerspelling if you look at F, I, J and Y. We used the pinkie finger to fingerspell these four letters. We often stretched the pinkie finger to identify the letter clearly.
In other words, we abused our pinkie finger all right to an extent. I thought it was absolutely cool that in 1900s, Deaf people has that, and today in 2004, we still have that as well.
R-
NOTE FOR HEARIES: The female students were fingerspelling "Alabama", one letter per person.
Not only that, I want you to look at this particular girl who did the "B". Notice her pinkie finger? Even she signed "B", but her pinkie finger seems to split apart a little from the other three fingers.
Now, I noticed with Deaf people who used ASL as its primary communication on a daily basis, they also signed "B" with their pinkie finger split apart a little. I noticed that I have the same formation that this particular female student had with the "B" sign. If I look at my hand, I am able to force my pinkie finger to stick together with the other three fingers. But if I do not think about it and just pull "B", the pinkie finger just is still apart from the other fingers.
For a while, I wonder why. But I think I know why. Our pinkie finger is perhaps the most used in fingerspelling if you look at F, I, J and Y. We used the pinkie finger to fingerspell these four letters. We often stretched the pinkie finger to identify the letter clearly.
In other words, we abused our pinkie finger all right to an extent. I thought it was absolutely cool that in 1900s, Deaf people has that, and today in 2004, we still have that as well.
R-
What Would Hare Krishna Do To Me?
Last night, I got beeped by Chris and Shane, two hearing friends whom I befriended a long time ago when I was newbie in New York. Let's leave that as it is.
They beeped me that they are going to be at Phoenix. Off I went right after work around 8 PM. Had a good time with them. Then they left about an hour later, I met a couple of interesting people.
One cute, young guy told me he reads my blogs. Silence. Is this good or bad, considering the fact that I was vicious towards one person? He then said, "That guy you bashed on, he probably deserved it. He has no right to mock at you for being Deaf, fuck him." He introduced himself and we talked a little, he said he is HIV Positive but he agreed with me to "fuck him off".
We had a nice time talking. Then he asked me for the email address, I said why? "So we can go out and maybe, talk and eat?" I smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, why not?"
After that, I went home.
This morning, I put on my "cool" sunglasses and stroll to the office. Oh, Hare Krishna is walking towards me with a bag. I tried to act normal and just walk straight. He stopped me. He spoke to me. I pointed to my ears to indicate that I'm deaf. He then said, "OK..." in his voice then signed, "...I know signs! Do you want to buy a book about spirituality?"
I smirked a little and said, "Thanks, but no. I'm going to work. Have a good day." He then stopped someone else. Ahh.
Where do you get to see Hare Krishna trying to solicit Deaf persons in ASL? New York, my dear children, New York.
R-
They beeped me that they are going to be at Phoenix. Off I went right after work around 8 PM. Had a good time with them. Then they left about an hour later, I met a couple of interesting people.
One cute, young guy told me he reads my blogs. Silence. Is this good or bad, considering the fact that I was vicious towards one person? He then said, "That guy you bashed on, he probably deserved it. He has no right to mock at you for being Deaf, fuck him." He introduced himself and we talked a little, he said he is HIV Positive but he agreed with me to "fuck him off".
We had a nice time talking. Then he asked me for the email address, I said why? "So we can go out and maybe, talk and eat?" I smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, why not?"
After that, I went home.
This morning, I put on my "cool" sunglasses and stroll to the office. Oh, Hare Krishna is walking towards me with a bag. I tried to act normal and just walk straight. He stopped me. He spoke to me. I pointed to my ears to indicate that I'm deaf. He then said, "OK..." in his voice then signed, "...I know signs! Do you want to buy a book about spirituality?"
I smirked a little and said, "Thanks, but no. I'm going to work. Have a good day." He then stopped someone else. Ahh.
Where do you get to see Hare Krishna trying to solicit Deaf persons in ASL? New York, my dear children, New York.
R-
Monday, May 24, 2004
June 4 - 8
These dates left me some mixed feelings. I will depart for Richmond, Virginia. I wonder if I am able to adapt to the concept that everything closes at 12 AM or 2 AM in this town after enduring the weeks of 4 AM closings in this magnificent city.
I am going to VEE at Deaf people in Paramount Kings Dominion where I shall mingle all day long with Benis and Oswaks. Let's pray for less sun, more clouds so I dont have to deal with sunburn, motherfucka!!
Maybe some of us could have a lunch together in Doswell, Virginia.
I am going to VEE at my parents' luncheon on Sunday the 6th for their awards. I know I am going to snicker and page friends what I think of this.
Then my sister asked me if she could drive me and Benis back to NYC on 7th or 8th. I said, "Sure, but I gotta drive first, sistah!"
No way in Heavens or Hell that I'd permit my lesbo sistah to drive in Manhattan.
Only Deaf gay men can drive better than anyone else.
So these particular dates are going to be interesting weekend for me to analyze myself and the ... world!
R-
I am going to VEE at Deaf people in Paramount Kings Dominion where I shall mingle all day long with Benis and Oswaks. Let's pray for less sun, more clouds so I dont have to deal with sunburn, motherfucka!!
Maybe some of us could have a lunch together in Doswell, Virginia.
I am going to VEE at my parents' luncheon on Sunday the 6th for their awards. I know I am going to snicker and page friends what I think of this.
Then my sister asked me if she could drive me and Benis back to NYC on 7th or 8th. I said, "Sure, but I gotta drive first, sistah!"
No way in Heavens or Hell that I'd permit my lesbo sistah to drive in Manhattan.
Only Deaf gay men can drive better than anyone else.
So these particular dates are going to be interesting weekend for me to analyze myself and the ... world!
R-
Sometimes I Want To Do This
Sometimes, the stress is getting to you. You became so frustrated, you became so pissed off, you became so annoyed.
That's what is happening to me today.
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Now I feel better.
R-
That's what is happening to me today.
a;sldfkjasdlfkjsd;flaksjdf;asldkfj;asdlfkjas;dflkjsd;flkj
Now I feel better.
R-
Sunday, May 23, 2004
A Question for Hearing Person, Please
I have a question for a hearing person to explain.
I was born Deaf. I never had the ability to hear a sound, nor whine over the loss of sounds. Absolutely nothing. I can feel the vibrations, sometimes it is nice. Sometimes it is fuckin' annoying to a point where I will just slay a drag queen just to shut it up. Blah, blah and blah.
Why is that hearing persons so obsessed with music? Why is that they revolve around sounds that emits out of these machines? Why is that they always feel "bad" for Deaf people that we were devoid of a chance to hear a bird squawking?
Honestly, I think hearing sounds are simply overrated.
But I think it is SAFE to say that Deaf friends and I would like to hear a hearing person come up and defend themselves in my comment forum.
Thank you, hearies.
R-
I was born Deaf. I never had the ability to hear a sound, nor whine over the loss of sounds. Absolutely nothing. I can feel the vibrations, sometimes it is nice. Sometimes it is fuckin' annoying to a point where I will just slay a drag queen just to shut it up. Blah, blah and blah.
Why is that hearing persons so obsessed with music? Why is that they revolve around sounds that emits out of these machines? Why is that they always feel "bad" for Deaf people that we were devoid of a chance to hear a bird squawking?
Honestly, I think hearing sounds are simply overrated.
But I think it is SAFE to say that Deaf friends and I would like to hear a hearing person come up and defend themselves in my comment forum.
Thank you, hearies.
R-
Last Night ...
Yassine convinced me to do something that I rarely did. We went to Webster Hall.
I is the VEE VEE and VEE. Webster Hall used to be some kind of broadway theater but it was converted into a ... dance club. Apparently, some Deaf guy named Todd decided to promote the night as Deaf Nite at that place. Yassine wanted to check it out.
So off we went. Saw the classic friends as usual. Yvonne and I cruised the physical fight between a drunk patron and five or six bouncers. I swear if these five or six bouncers overextends themselves, this poor drunken fool would snap his fuckin' neck!
No, the drunken fool is not deaf. So no need to spread the rumors, honey.
The prices to drink from Webster Hall is ludicrous. To a point where the city should shut it down. $9 for a fuckin' rail drink! That's all? No, a fuckin' pint-sized one!!
At this point, if college students made Webster Hall their focal point, I am willing to bet that lots of them will be broke before they could pick up their SSI checks ...
One thing that turned me off about hearing guys who worked as bouncers at Webster Hall, they tend to break Deaf patrons who huddled in a circle to chat with each other. Apparently, these idiotic bouncers assumed that we were dealing drugs. The truth is that we need to huddle with each other in order to be able to see what one has to say in sign language. I repeatedly saw three or four bouncers breaking deaf groups up. Totally tasteless, you hearie dumbfucks!
I think I might date this cute bartender from the local bar in a short time. And guess what? He is hearie! Yassine liked him. That sounds a good deal, eh?
I notice something interesting -- there are plentiful of guys who are dumb on this planet -- and often, their names tend to coincide with Aaron! No, Oswaks, even you have the first name -- Aaron but you are not what I am thinking of.
Today, the sun arose over Manhattan. Yassine was thrilled. Yassine dropped the MOAB on me (Mother of All Bombs) that she is off to Boston for two days (Praise the Lord!). I was like, "Sure, go away! I need the space to myself. I am tired of sleeping with a woman next to me!" Yassine smiled so hard. We went to Penn Station but after some confusing moments, we went to Park Avenue and 39th Street to meet friends and bid her farewell. It was enjoyable day. We get to VEE, VEE and VEE people around us in Midtown.
Now I need a drink or two at some local fag pub.
I have a long day tomorrow.
Man.
R-
I is the VEE VEE and VEE. Webster Hall used to be some kind of broadway theater but it was converted into a ... dance club. Apparently, some Deaf guy named Todd decided to promote the night as Deaf Nite at that place. Yassine wanted to check it out.
So off we went. Saw the classic friends as usual. Yvonne and I cruised the physical fight between a drunk patron and five or six bouncers. I swear if these five or six bouncers overextends themselves, this poor drunken fool would snap his fuckin' neck!
No, the drunken fool is not deaf. So no need to spread the rumors, honey.
The prices to drink from Webster Hall is ludicrous. To a point where the city should shut it down. $9 for a fuckin' rail drink! That's all? No, a fuckin' pint-sized one!!
At this point, if college students made Webster Hall their focal point, I am willing to bet that lots of them will be broke before they could pick up their SSI checks ...
One thing that turned me off about hearing guys who worked as bouncers at Webster Hall, they tend to break Deaf patrons who huddled in a circle to chat with each other. Apparently, these idiotic bouncers assumed that we were dealing drugs. The truth is that we need to huddle with each other in order to be able to see what one has to say in sign language. I repeatedly saw three or four bouncers breaking deaf groups up. Totally tasteless, you hearie dumbfucks!
I think I might date this cute bartender from the local bar in a short time. And guess what? He is hearie! Yassine liked him. That sounds a good deal, eh?
I notice something interesting -- there are plentiful of guys who are dumb on this planet -- and often, their names tend to coincide with Aaron! No, Oswaks, even you have the first name -- Aaron but you are not what I am thinking of.
Today, the sun arose over Manhattan. Yassine was thrilled. Yassine dropped the MOAB on me (Mother of All Bombs) that she is off to Boston for two days (Praise the Lord!). I was like, "Sure, go away! I need the space to myself. I am tired of sleeping with a woman next to me!" Yassine smiled so hard. We went to Penn Station but after some confusing moments, we went to Park Avenue and 39th Street to meet friends and bid her farewell. It was enjoyable day. We get to VEE, VEE and VEE people around us in Midtown.
Now I need a drink or two at some local fag pub.
I have a long day tomorrow.
Man.
R-
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