Billy Bean Still Sucks!

One of my favorite comic books was Amethyst. In Amethyst Mini-series #3, right after Amethyst finally stripped Mordru's powers for the time being and stopped Flaw and The Child from taking over Gemworld, there was a quiet moment where you could see Lord Topaz knelt before the ashes of his sons which were killed by Mordru.

Amethyst was ready to leave the scene when Lord Topaz muttered, "What about my sons? What do we do next?"

AS you can see Amethyst's blunt response in the image on your right. Suffice to say, Lord Topaz wept and did not appreciate her blunt response.

That's how I felt when I read Billy Bean's dumb book, Going the Other Way. I wanted to tell Billy Bean that Sam is dead, now quit moping around. Who is Billy Bean? He is former Major League Baseball player who came out of the closet a while after he retired from the post. He is certainly not the person to look up as a role model. Becaue he is fucking stupid. More on this in few minutes.

Before I run off the subject, I want to emphasize that I did not buy Billy Bean's book -- I refused to. Because of what happened three years ago in the District. What happened is that I learned that Billy Bean was to give the lecture and autograph at Barnes and Noble Booksellers in Downtown DC, I decided to call the store to request an interpreter. They said that they'll provide one. When I came in a week later, no interpreter was in sight. I was annoyed. I approached the BN staff who gave me the routine bullshit turnaround. I decided to email Billy Bean to show how much disappointed I am. Billy Bean finally responded ... 10 MONTHS LATER with cheap-assed paragraph. That was a major turn-off. Of course, his response was such a retard one.

Now back to his book, how did I get to read it? My roommate mentioned that he bought it few years ago. I decided to read 245-page book, it was such a fucking torture to read the book filled with paranoia, narcissism, naive and delusional.

I play sports in high school. I made it clear to the players that their homophobic remarks were not necessary when I was in high school. I was 21 when I have had enough of being in the closet -- I was honest with my friends and even with my family. Why? Because I'm sick of dealing with people making these crude remarks in my face. By being honest with myself, I could turn the tables on people and make sure that they do not do that around me.

Billy wrote that it did not strike him that the homophobic slurs and jokes in the locker rooms do make a negative impact on men who are in the closet -- What? He never thought about it?! That indicated what? Billy is neither naive or selfish, he may lack common sense as well. It is always about himself. He wants to please others in order to enrich himself with the opportunities.

When Sam died, Billy went on to whine about how lonely it was for him -- I'm like, "Whose fault was it? Yours! You asked to hide everything -- even, Sam loved you but you also forced Sam to hide for you, fuckwad!!" He cannot complain how lonesome it was -- after all, he had the resources to get around -- he lived in West Hollywood! He cruised guys in BALLYS' locker rooms! He lived not far from Hillcrest! He visited Castro District from time to time! And he had these opportunities to figure out things on his own. He chose to bury himself under the sand and when Sam died, he whined for a while.

And he found a sugar daddy to contend with before he retired -- then he decided to come out of the closet. Go figure. What a guy! Suffice to say, his life was pretty much, in my opinion, was waste of time, trying to please himself all the time. It is all about him, himself and his needs. Jeers to his book.

In my book, Billy Bean is a loser, no question about it. Anyone who has courage to be honest with everyone and attempts to reduce homophobia in the locker rooms are, in my opinion, winners. Billy failed.

What a narcissistic prick.

R-

Gil Lentz & Few Tidbits

Gil Lentz Victim Of Sleep Apnea: I learned that Gil Lentz died last Monday morning at the age of 48 in Fremont, California. It was said that he died of Sleep Apnea. He was quite popular figure at California School for the Deaf at Fremont. He coached football at CSD-F for 13 years, captured the respect from many hearing and deaf opponents by winning many games despite the limited resources and/or numbers of players. It was said that he also refereed for public high school basketball games in Bay Area as well! Gil enjoyed basketball, football and golf.

Why did I mention him on my blogsite? Well, he once coached at VSDB in late 1970s - early 1980s, he was the assistant coach under the legendary animated Head Coach Rocoo DeVito. Gil once emailed me about 5 years ago that he considered Rocco DeVito to be the one that influenced him to coach very well at Louisiana School for the Deaf and at California School for the Deaf at Fremont after he departed from VSDB.

Rima Cornish, herself an alumni of CSD-F, mentioned, "I love him becuz he loves children and people. He always love being there for us... We have our own moment of him letting me joke with his football players. I always choose to visit him over my damn boyfriend. I have wonderful memories with him when it comes to weightroom with his football boys, he usually not let any girls get in but me [so] we always get chance to pick on the players with variety requests. [We ended up] Enjoy our laughs together."

Gil Lentz is the brother of well-known ASL Poet in Ella Mae Lentz, also from Bay Area.

For further information about Gilmer Lentz, click on this memorial website. Rest in peace, Gil.

Way To Go, Christian! A friend of mine, Christian Burke, played on a flag football team consisted of Deaf players called "Aerial Attack". In its national tournament for deaf teams, Aerial Attack has dominated the 8x8 and 4x4 fields in the last two years -- they are heavily favored to win their third consecutive championship. But they did something remarkable recently -- the team, Aerial Attack, just became the first Deaf team to win a game in the United States Flag And Touch Football League National Tournament. Pop quiz -- which one is Christian Burke?

Hurricane Rita Marches On! In the open sea, Rita is building its power before it reached the Gulf Coastal -- let's hope that the residents of Galveston has common sense to leave the city. The last time, the hurricane plowed through Galveston -- it left 8,000 people dead. Including the scores of people who wanted to see the hurricane up front. It happened in 1900. However, I just learned that with 2 1/2 months left to go, the hurricane season is far from done. And it only has 4 names left! They are Stan, Tammy, Vince and Wilma! I'm not sure how it works when they ran out of names, though.

For your own amusement -- some of my friends' names will be featured as Hurricanes or Tropical Storm.

In 2006, Chris.
In 2007, Erin, Karen and Wendy.
In 2008, Paloma.
In 2009, Kate and Larry.
In 2010, Karl, Paula, and Richard.

Congratulations, DeMya Walker! Sacramento Monarchs won the 2005 WNBA Crown this year, denying Connecticut Sun from winning the title in two years. Lindsay Whalen, Sonny Wasilowski's favorite girl from Minnesota, was non-factor in all 4 games.

DeMya Walker is the first Virginia alumni under Coach Debbie Ryan to win any championship. DeMya Walker's chances to win the national championship at Virginia was ruined by Tennessee Lady Volunteers when she was a freshman. Long story. But anyway, DeMya is 6'3 post player who can do everything else and more. She is agile, finesse and fast player who led Virginia in blocked shots. This year, she averaged 14 points and 5 rebounds per game in 27 minutes at Sacramento Monarchs.

Way to go, DeMya! Hope her winning the WNBA Championship rub off on the Curse that seemed to plague the Virginia teams from winning the NCAA Championships!

Cheers,

R-

Rita Is Coming!

It is interesting to note that the National Hurricane Center in Miami, Florida selected the name of Rita for the newest tropical storm which is now travelling westward ho towards Texas.

Rita is currently located in Bahamas Islands and is now harboring 70 MPH winds. Many said that it will head straight to Texas -- it may hit Houston, the city where the majority of evacuees from Katrina's wrath in New Orleans. I think it is hilarious but c'est la vie!

But I'm not certain whether if Rita is going on that path -- know why? Because it is mid-September, the planet is now slowly moving north-er as the sun goes south, the jetstream is bound to move flexible -- if the jetstream stays its course, Rita goes straight to Houston. If it moved north, look for Rita to hit New Orleans or somewhere else.

I thought it was amusing that they chose the name, Rita. Know why? I'm not talking about Rita Ribera. Yeah, her brother looks like Mr. Joe Camel -- he may be the offspring of some camel but who cares? Let's back to the name itself.

In '98 or '99, at Gallaudet's Ely Center, there was a booth sponsored by Student Body Government on Valentine's Day -- you pay $1 to fill out the form and you'll get the names of opposite sex that matched with your types. It is so heterosexual, is it? So I complained to Rayni. She had this evil grin I loved the most. She said, "Why don't you fill out and put it in women's box and see what happens next?"

I needed a new identity -- there is no way in Heavens or Hell that I'll put my real name on it because men at Gallaudet would be so upset to find my name on their Top 10 list. We saw a well-known woman named Hilly Owens walking by -- I stole her last name. Now, the last dilemma is the first name. Rayni and I came up with Rita. Know why? My name is Ricky -- take the first letters out. My last name is Taylor. Take the first two letters out. You get Rita Owens!

I did the deed.

A week later, I was amused to see some people on my list -- among them are: Brian Morris, Raymond Merritt and Jesse Thomas. I cannot remember who the rest are. Suffice to say, I tried to keep it quiet as can be. Rayni, she has a lethal mouth to start with. The rumor exploded like a wildfire that Rita Owens was me.

Some people asked me if the rumor was true. I confirmed that it is. Brian was not happy because in his views, I wasted "one" line of his list -- since he's straight and back then, he was desperate for a woman. He feels that me being on the list ruined his chances.

Jesse was a good sport. He cracked jokes about it.

Yeah, for a minute, my name was Rita Owens. It was interesting to read the names of straight men who matched with my preferences. And now this Tropical Storm is Rita. Interesting ... but why did Rayni have to tell someone about it? It was certainly a big news on the campus when someone found out that Rita Owens was me.

Cheers,

R-

As Expected, RAD & CMRA Did Not Pay the Interpreters & SSPs!

When I heard that the RAD and CMRA claimed that they will compensate the deaf/blind interpreters and Service Support Providers (SSPs) $25 per hour by working with the deaf/blind conference participants within a month after the conference ended on July 23, 2005, I knew they will never do that. And I warned a friend that s/he will never be compensated. Or it will take years for them to get the pay from the corrupted RAD or CMRA organizations.

Well, I got alerted by someone else that the coordinator of Deaf/Blind services could not get ahold of Bill Terrell, the RAD 2005 Conference Chairperson, and RAD 2005 Committee to finalize and issue the paychecks to more than 40 people who worked as interpreters and SSPs during the conference.

"the coordinator of deafblind tried to reach bill t and others they avoid him! damn! guess we will never see the money! fuck them!" One disappointed interpreter said to me via the IM.

It is September 19, 2005 -- 56 days has passed since the end date of the conference. The Deaf/Blind Interpreters and Service Support Providers were robbed by Bill Terrell, Ricky Drake and RAD Board. This is the reason why I believed that the RAD organization is not legitimate from day one. They simply cannot hold a honest nor meaningful conference for anyone else without resorting to the powerplay and corruption practices within the organization.

"Did you know that I'm amazed that RAD ran on its own with its fractured bylaws for nearly 30 years?" One person who observed the meetings commented to an interpreter who relayed the information to me a while ago.

As you can see, I was right. I knew the interpreters and SSPs won't be paid because it is their typical characteristic to do things like that unless someone provoked them to do something about it. Like me writing an entry about it, they will run around and do something about it. Just wait and see.

Shame on RAD, Bill Terrell, and Ricky Drake for reneging the agreements to pay the bill. Pay up the bill as agreed, you faggots.

UPDATE: Jeffycito wrote an entry on this subject. Excellent one.

R-

Sunday Is Always Good To Relax

On Sunday afternoon, it was warm outside -- not so hot, not so cold -- Jason, Gus and I embarked upon a drive to Center City in Gus' white convertible Mustang. It was always nice to sit in the back and feel the winds going against me. I immediately remembered the song that Disney's Pocahontas sang the song:

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of a mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you' ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For wether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Of course, I can relate to this song. You cannot judge me because I do not conform to the society's ideals. I will not apologize for not being heterosexual, I will not apologize for not cowering before hearing people's repeated patronizations. I will be true to myself, my life is mine!

As Gus' white convertible Mustang approached Downtown Philadelphia, I was enamored with this building with a pyramid on the top, Mellon Bank Tower seemed to stand out along with the glassy buildings -- for some reasons, when Gus pulled into Center City, I quickly thought of Lily Tomlin's performance on a film called All of Me with Steve Martin. Lily told Steve that she would like to transfer her soul into an eagle so that she can shit on some people that she disliked. I liked that attitude of hers.

Abandoned the convertible Mustang on a street in Center City as usual and headed down for one deaf organization's meeting. The meeting was cancelled because not enough Deaf people showed up. Told one fella to bring food the next time, it always works. Deaf people always showed up for free food and drinks. Ask folks in DC, New York and Los Angeles!

I observed something interesting and explained the rationality of this phenomenon to Jason. He grinned about my logic. I noticed that in the gay communities, unattractive gay guys could not get any attention in gay bars, clubs or bathhouses so they turned on to set up the organizations and try to lead them to get some kind of attention for themselves. I mean, they are trying to show that they harbor some kind of intelligence inside their brains despite the fact that they are so eww to look at.

For example, look at Larry Kramer, Bob Donaldson, Barbara Hathaway, Ricky Drake, Bill Terrell, Bruce Carroll of FagPatriot, Jeff of NorthDallasThirty or even, Andrew Sullivan of his AndrewSullivan.com! Need more? Check the officers of Capital Metropolitan Rainbow Alliance in D.C.!

Before you could jump on me -- yes, I'm overweight but not as bad as Whale Fatterson -- but I'm not unattractive. And I seemed to have many opportunities to play with a lot of men as well as making friends just easy as committing a sin. I can always lose weight -- in fact, I'm working on it -- and when I achieve the goal, it is safe to say that, despite my modest efforts, I'll look good than the rest of the above, like it or not! I attend the local gym at Ballys -- imagine this! But I do not share the information with you because it is none of your business, simply put.

But the whole point is that, there is a pattern of unattractive gay guys taking the routine in order to get attention for themselves without relying on their looks. Why? Because they simply could not score a guy in the gay bars, clubs or bathhouses with their appearances -- saying that their looks do not matter is full of shit, trust me! Maybe they did score at some peep shows -- I mean, you can't see a face when you are using the glory hole (work not safe)!

When I explained this to Jason, he grimaced with heavy fits of laughters and said, "Y-E-S!"

I went to the local gay bookstore on 12th Street and Pine Street -- I stumbled upon the latest issue of The Advocate -- this particular "hot guy", Emory Etheridge, was featured in this issue. It mentioned that thousands of gay men like Emory has conquered Crystal Meth. But guess what? Emory is HIV Positive. Whose fault was it? His. I do not think the magazine should promote Emory as a good example -- he is what is wrong with the community. It also featured with Chris Beckman (barf!) who said that he was addicted to Crystal Meth. Emory and Chris should not even get a profile of their own in the magazine. What a trash.

I enjoyed watching the gay guys doing their stuff at Woodys Bar's Country Western Nite later in the evening. Somehow, Jason and I had a conversation about HIV Positive guys. I mentioned that I knew of a friend who told me that one time, he dumped the guy after he told him that he's positive.

My friend said that it does not matter if he's prejudiced or ignorant, the point is that it is safe and better to dump him than to deal with any kind of risks. I thought it was interesting to see his point of view.

But my friend complained that the HIV Positive guy turned on my friend and said that he was bigot, ignorant, prejudiced and so on for doing that to him. I can agree wtih my friend -- I do not think he is bigot, ignorant or prejudiced in terminating his date with the poz guy. It is his prerogative to terminate the date/relationship because having the cocktail drugs to pop in everyday isn't funny -- it is his life to decide, not the other way around! Would you date a leper if given a chance? Same idea.

Of course, the persons with HIV/AIDS should be treated with respect and dignity -- but certainly not all persons, because there are some people out there who are out to infect the innocent or naive people on purpose -- some are barebacking, trust me, I know. I already encountered the instances where guys refused to have sex with me because I insisted to wear a condom. These made me lose respect for people who are irresponsible for their own actions. Maybe that is why I'm cyncial these days when it comes to gay people trying to do some noble intentions. I'm like, "Yeah, right, like I care!"

Do I care? Not always. I care about my friends, my family (they are nuts, no question about it!), few bloggers as well ... I'd love to have a partner someday, but do I trust a man? I don't know. My feelings are pretty mixed on this subject. Maybe my expectations are too high, but men certainly are pigs. Or dogs. Because of repression, they learned how to lie and cheat upon each other. But they are still responsible for their actions no matter what. Again, not everyone is the same but

Anyway, saw this cute guy at the bar. Approached him -- we ended up talking bit too much and we exchanged the information in order to get in touch with each other sooner than you think. Ahh, yeah, Mike is cute. And yes, he's hearing. Then I went home later in the evening. Overall, Sunday was a good time to observe in Center City.

Cheers,

R-

9.18.05 Tidbits

Chris Beckman Sucks! When I first saw Chris Beckman on Real World's Chicago, my red alarm goes off. He said he aspires to be an artist of some sorts. I just surfed his website -- it is shitty. I'm like, "A retard can do this!" It is so bad that I will not even link to it at all. And to top it all, I heard that he is snorting Tina and is now with a sugar daddy, Sandy Gallin in New York. Bleargh.

Kevin Maddox Sucks! At Gallaudet, there is a wacko running loose around the campus. That boy, Kevin Maddox needs to be euthanatized immediately. Why? I heard the countless of horror stories about this guy despite the fact that he made his first appearance at Gallaudet last July! Anyone can comment about their encounters with Kevin Maddox in my Haloscan comment box.

Bizarre Situation In Orlean Place! Just off from the campus of Gallaudet by 7th Street lies a narrow street that runs only one block long called "Orleans Place". This is a street where many drug dealers convened and mingled with Gallaudet students to a point where they actually learned some signs for us to communicate in order to purchase weed or so. As the neighborhood began its gentrification to uplift the looks, Orlean Place seemed to be stuck in some post-1968 Riots.

By that, it means cheap rents for Deafies to live. Not always safe but when I used to live in the District (I used to live on K Street NE and Morris Place NE) -- when you see a white person walking around on the streets just north of H Street, NE, the white person has to be Deaf, no question about it. You just knew that this white is Deaf, period. But today, thanks to the gentrification, you're no longer certain if the white person is Deaf or not when you drove around the neighborhoods north of H Street NE.

However, back to the Orlean Place, I was notified by a friend that a certain fellow that I knew of had a gathering in her apartment on Orleans Place -- they were chatting amongst each other when suddenly of all, an African American guy ran into their apartment, interrupting the mellow atmosphere. Suddenly, another African American guy came in as well and shot this hearing African American in the ass in front of stunned Deaf folks as he flopped on Paloma McLelland's couch. He did not die. But he left a pool of blood on Paloma's couch -- which peeved her off as she had it taken out of the apartment.

Such is a life in Orleans Place.

What A Family! Florida Governor Jeb Bush's son was arrested for public intoxication and resisting arrest. It is not the first time that one of Jeb Bush's children got arrested. Coming from a family who preached "family values", they surely cannot control their children. What a rip-off. Too bad, John Ellis Bush is cute but I'll never touch a Bush pole.

What About Dogs At Gallaudet? What's up with this? I heard some grapevines that the DPS (formerly the DOSS) are now fining people for having an unleashed dogs and not picking up the poops? And Gallaudet is in process of making it "all-dog free campus except for service dogs".

You know what it reminded me of whom? Andrew Korpics! Many years ago, I was in the library when I saw this student, Andrew Korpics who has the severe form of Usher's Syndrome -- he was walking down to Ely Center from Hall Memorial Building. Someone's friendly dog wanted to play -- the dog saw Andrew and jogged into his limited vision which scared Andrew. Since the dog was playful, Andrew somehow misconstrued the dog to be aggressive.

I stood inside the library and watched the whole thing unfold as Andrew got freaked out and ran down the hill to avoid the dog ... the dog thought Andrew was playing so the dog ran after Andrew all the way into Ely Center. Not nice but it was hilarious. Later, Andrew, who lived next to me in a dormitory, told me that the dog was trying to bite him. I explained that I saw the whole thing and that the dog is incapable of biting -- he wanted to play a little and be pet -- the dog happened to see Andrew in the area. Andrew realized and said, "I hope nobody saw me running like that."

I never told him that MANY people saw him running insane with a playful dog chasing after him.

Gay Films! I saw two films today. Steam: The Turkish Baths and Friends & Family. Steam: The Turkis Baths sucked. Thank God for the subtitles which was burned into the panels as I used the remote control to make it FF X2 and left it alone as I read the subtitles in rapid manner -- never mind the slow moves -- damn the foreign films for wasting time on staring at walls, landscapes -- cut the fucking chase and get to the point. Then I saw the second film, Friends & Family. It was good film but one negative thing about this is that they have two gay characters who are in a relationship -- they never hugged nor kiss throughout the film. What a farce.

Hilarious Conversation! Thanks to DefBef for the hat tip, this is hilarious.

Cheers,

R-

Bitch Session XI

Disclaimer: This was written by many readers. You may defend your turf by firing back. As always, names and email addresses will be removed. Only comments will be posted. Enjoy! You can compliment or offend anything or anyone else.

R-

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Dear Malcolm, the building drunk, please stop playing your karaoke music. Real music professionals do not resort to karaoke music and equipments for training or homework. Please go to an AA meeting for your sake. There are ways to appreciate and practice music without alcohol or entertaining the rest of the building as well as the adjacent building residents. Thank you.

Congratulations on your new home, Scott.

Mark Briand, no one will write a book about you, u know the hair dye commerical, "lorel" I'm worth it, well ur not worth it and he will not write a blog about u!

Adam Stone: are you auditioning for the role of Tevye of ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?

TG has a great sense of humor.

Hey Korn on the KOB! You're a wonderful person!

Dina R. and other lazy and lousy dog lovers who do not use leash and pick up their dog poop, crying wolf doesn't do u good. Again Dina, you caused this uproar. Get a grip!

WHALE FATTERSON (thanks, Pony!) will never be a member of deaf culture. He is searching for a niche' but so far has not found one for himself. 'Sad! His forum is failing because of all the egos involved. 'Too bad, Pale could do better!

Katie Roberts' judgement and opinions? *toilet flushing*

Carl Wayne Denney - I have been waiting for you for long time. Come on boy and be a man and ask Ridor for my email address. Send me email, Carl Wayne Denney, Im waiting for YOU!!!!

The Bush family needs to butt out of politics after the current Bush ends his term. Thank goodness his daughters aren't into politics as far as I know.

Josh Stern: if you think you are so cool guy....well you are very fucking pathetic guy. I heard that you have been accepted into NTID/RIT. You better behave and be honest to yourself and to others. So far you have been a black listed "hell-borned" idiot jerk by spreading some bullshit stories about other people whom YOU have issues with. You watch out or you will crash and burn in hell, just like what you did to Class of 2002 at Gallaudet when you stole their hard-earned money for their class shirts. It is very unfortunate that NTID/RIT welcomed you to their campus. You think you could start with a clean slate, well you are FUCKING wrong. For you who just met Josh, DO NOT TRUST him at all. You are even better being with Lucifer the devil himself than being with Josh if you get my drift.

Damn you mosquitoes. I thought I'd manage to not get bitten this summer. Lo and behold! You somehow made it into my apartment last night and bit me twice in a row. These raised bumps are next to each other with your lovely entries visible to the naked eyes. Now they look like a set of mini-boobs on my wrist. Thanks!

Jenny Perlis is great gal!

RONALD KINGSLEY: Gallaudet, Class of 86. Anybody know him?! Serious Mental Case! He needs help big time. He does nothing but sit on his whiny a$ whining about everything that has nothing to do with him. Get a life, Ronald! You already have a life and guess what, you don't even know it! Pity! Wife Lisa is the most feeble person to stay with him after all those years! She could have found a better, better, better, best man than Mentally Sick Ronald!

Did y'all realize that the sign for the state of Louisiana has been so fitting as of now, is it?

Jade's new website look is AWESOME! and BEAUTIFUL!

Nora Yates, stick to your own kind!

To Mental Nutcase, Michael Capone: Get over with it, Mary!

I hate RWR, a "hearing xian prick" from Houston. He is spineless and just tosses out worthless words without merit. His words are a waste in cyberspace.

Berna had enough gall to masturbate in the bed of Keith Clark's parents when they were away on vacation.

Is Prez Bush going to ride another bike tour to New Orleans after the Hurricane has done doing its wonders there? Or canoe around with the national canoe champ to survey the hurricane damage. Or, will he send his brother once again?

I still *heart* Ridor!

Jenny Perlis rocks!

MK is one of the best ITP graduates and baby interpreters in NYC. She has a great attitude and ethics. She's open to feedback, and she truly respects customers.

Kim is a hard dedicated worker.

Ridor is an entertaining guy with a good heart and sense of humor!




Fuck you, Katrina, for the terrible mess but thank you for making President
Bush shamely shame!

What? There is an email address devoted to Ridor? Get a life, AntiRidorBeast. Oh, by the way, Ridor already met Dorian twice and he still walked away with his head high. I doubt you would have done the same with Ridor, though.

Cease Fire

Guestblogger: McFly

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Oralahies (deaf people who are oral, who think they can speak) except for when they open their mouths. It’s blasphemous. I had an unpleasant experience with an Oralahie recently. I had to schedule an emergency appointment with my therapist. Zero funny.

I was carrying a pleasant conversation with a hearing person. An Oralahie from RIT invited himself in the conversation. At first when he spoke, I thought someone was messing with the volume on the TV nearby because I could actually feel the air vibrate. Def con ten, I kid you not.

After a few minutes, I finally figured out the dude was actually screaming and signing. Why do Oralahies scream and sign? It took me no less than one minute to count all the cavities in his mouth. My hearing friend and I exchanged glances in disbelief. If the air around me was vibrating, my poor hearing friend’s eardrums must have been shattered from this horrible experience. The dude refused to shut up and continued to sign and scream at us despite our stony response. It took every strength in my body from jumping down the dude’s throat…..

FOR THE HOLY LOVE OF GOD, SHUT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUU(uvula shaking)UUUUUUUUUUUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those oral school administrators and teachers who promote oralism, I’d love to lock them up in a room with this dude for 48 hours, 48 hours straight.

A Good Reminder For Women When They Are Dating Jeff Carlson!

ELEVEN THINGS GIRLS SHOULD NEVER SAY TO ME

There are things that I encountered from girls that sometimes left me speechless. I wouldn't know what to say. Sometimes they should shut up. It would make me think, "Gee, that was too much. You have just changed everything of how I see you". Don't get me wrong, I love open-minded girls. But, to a degree. Here is the list of what every girls should never say to me or maybe other guys out there.

1) Am I the right girl for you?
[Baby! Thanks for asking. Now, you will never be.]

2) I need your sperm, because I want my baby to have your blue eyes.
[Yeah, right. Like it is for giving away.]

3) You don't have to say anything to impress me, let me look at your baby blue eye.
[I felt stupid when a girl told me that.]

4) You are smarter than I am.
[I definitely, seriously, absolutely, and dreadfully hate it when people do that.]

5) How do you get to be that smart?
[Duh! How do you get to be that stupid?]

6) I think I am going to have diaherra soon.
[JUST GO!]

7) What do you think of that guy's ass?
[Flat, fat, flab, or tight and muscular... I just don't care.]

8) My parents said I can't...
[Hate it when a girl can't show her independency. I am talking about older than 20.]

9) My pussy does smells bad.
[Where's the gas mask? One girl made a lame-ass excuse that her vagina odor was from condom. And she hasn't had sex prior to telling me for three months.]

10) I had a yeast infection.
[It can happen. But, please! That was too much information.]

11) I have bushy pussy.
[Yuck! This isn't the 70s. My advice is trim it or Brazilian wax it. But, don't tell me it's fluffy. I don't want to know.]

Taken from Jeff Carlson's xanga. I occasionally enjoyed Jeff's comments. Perhaps, in time, he will guestblog on my blogsite.

Chris Is Cute: I met the local blogger, Chris, at The Post last night near Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia. The Post is small, cozy, dark and nice place. I finally met Chris who wrote his blog. He's pretty short (my type), cute and nice fella. I even teased him about his ass. Because he wrote an entry that at 38, many men's asses goes south, his buns still stand "high, tight and nice to look at." I can vouch that his buns are exact what he wrote. Shortly, two small drama ensued -- a guy next to Gus was so drunk that he accidentally knocked the microphone that was being used for karaoke against the wall, emitted a loud vibration across the small, cozy bar -- startled everyone else in the process. The guy is okay, then the bartender, Jimmy, apprehended one person about him swiping the money off the counter from someone else. Suffice to say, he was booted out. I think I'm going to like this bar.

This Is Funny! Jeff sent me this -- I think people needs to read this.

Bitch Session Is Due! At midnight, I will start to work on it. It is amusing to note that there is someone else out there that creates an AOL account in honor of me -- it reads: AntiRidorBeast@aol.com -- grow a spine and find a new hobby to play with.

Cheers,

R-

9.15.05 Tidbits

Shame On Advocate! What's wrong with this picture? Crystal does not make you look sexy or cute. In fact, I already saw few addicts -- their teeth are fucked up. Their skins are full of sores. And all that shit. And Judging the picture, it is as if The Advocate is glorifying Crystal Meth. It is like "See this guy? You can try Meth and kick the habit? You won't lose a look!"

Just like HIV meds' advertisements -- you always see very good looking guys saying, "You Can Be Positive and Look Good!"

But on the bottom of the poster lies a warning that says you'll have side effects of diarrhea, vomit et cetera.

Advocate should have a line somewhere else that. I mean, it is travesty that The Advocate is doing a disservice to the readers. It is true that they think they're above the rest.

Bubonic Plague-infected Mice Missing: IN Newark, New Jersey -- a laboratory reported that three mice carrying the strain of Bubonic plagues has disappeared from its laboratory and the FBI agents said that the chances of mice passing it to others are nil. Remember, the Bubonic Plague killed 25 million Europeans, consisted of 1/3 population in Europe!

Shame On Dr. Jordan: Dr. Irving King Jordan, the President of Gallaudet University to be retired in December, 2006 has spent funds to wage the glossy letter all over the campus and throughout the country to announce and emphasize his retirement in people's faces.

The front page goes like this:

The back page goes like this:

Dr. I. King Jordan made history in 1988 when he became the first deaf president of Gallaudet University. The week-long student-led protest, called DPN for “Deaf President Now,” which led to his appointment remains a watershed event in the lives of deaf and hard of hearing people all over the world.

On September 1, Dr. Jordan announced that he would retire as President of Gallaudet on December 31, 2006. Through his leadership, the university’s endowment has increased from $5 million to $150 million; new facilities have has been added and academic programs strengthened; the operating budget and university offerings have grown without incurring debt; outstanding administrators and faculty members have been hired; the size and quality of the student body has increased; and a long-term strategic vision for the university has been developed.

Dr. Glenn B. Anderson, chairman of the university’s Board of Trustees, said that “King Jordan is an extraordinary man whose tenure will be remembered for his outstanding accomplishments as a Chief Executive and as a role model and spokesperson for the deaf community and the disability community. In this role, Dr. Jordan has helped change for the better the lives of millions of Americans and kept an international spotlight on Gallaudet University.” Dr. Anderson announced that a national search will soon be underway to select Dr. Jordan’s successor.

Dr. Jordan said that he has had “the good fortune to be president during a period of growth and prosperity at Gallaudet and during a new era of recognition for the rights and abilities of people who are deaf or hard of hearing.” He also thanked his wife of 36 years, Linda Kephart Jordan, for her tireless work as Gallaudet’s First Lady.

Both Dr. and Mrs. Jordan expressed their deep gratitude to the Gallaudet community for providing them the opportunity to serve the institution and shared their belief that “Gallaudet is well-positioned to become even stronger in the future.”

Must Dr. Jordan waste the funds to promote his own self-gratification or self-indulgence? The funds would be better used for other purposes -- it is inappropriate for him to use Gallaudet funds to promote his retirement. If he does, then all of faculty should have the same opportunity to promote their own retirement with glossy issue.

C'mon, Dr. Jordan, think outside the box, willja?

Guess What?! Tonight, I might bump into the local blogger at The Post. It should be interesting evening -- once again, be very afraid.

R-

Like My Birthday!

In 1982, Mom told me that she'll come to Price Hall on the weekend of November 9, a dormitory where I lived during my elementary years at Virginia School for the Deaf in Staunton, Virginia. I was thrilled about it. Because she said she'll bring a birthday cake, gifts and shit for me and for me to share it with my friends at a dormitory.

I told all of my friends about it.

Big mistake.

Mom never showed up. Never bothered to call nor let me know what happened as I waited for her to show up all weekend long. I was only 8 turning to 9. You can say that psychologically, it probably devastated my trust with Mom. Later, during the Thanksgiving Weekend, I asked Mom why she did not bother to come. She said, "First, Dad refused to let me go. Second, I did not see the need to call you to let you know since you would come home for Thanksgiving Weekend and it saves money on the phone bill."

I told her that I waited for her all weekend long and even my friends dismissed my insistences that Mom would come as a lie. Mom grinned and said, "Stop it, RT. You'll grow out of it."

What a fucktard. But that is Mom. I think when she did that, it sent a cold reality in my psyche that people out there do things like that. I mean, if Mom and Dad did this to me, leaving me hung dry in front of my peers -- what worse things can happen next, really?

Oh, since my birthday is in November, I never had a birthday party hosted by my parents between 5 to 17 years old. My parents did that for Gary whose birthday is in July during the summer vacation. They do that with Karen and Billy Jr., who are my hearing siblings and do not go to a residential school. Lily, Hedy and I virtually do not have birthday parties during our stay in VSDB. Not even on homegoing weekends -- I asked Mom why. Her response was, "Well, you already have a birthday party at VSDB!"

Never mind that the staff at VSDB do provide monthly birthday parties for students. How nice -- but cakes made by Home Economics students are ... let's say ... tasteless.

But the point remains the same -- even today, the birthday parties are pretty touchy thing for me to handle. I guess when my friends decided to host a birthday party for me, I tend to be pissed off or be modest about it. Maybe I needed a therapy session or two? Who knows?

In 1994, a week before my birthday, I mentioned discretely to my friends about my birthday. Then on that fateful day, nobody acknowledged nor did a thing. So I decided to organize a birthday party of my own. I went to a grocery store and bought myself a birthday cake, ice cream, soda and potato chips -- invited few friends in. They were puzzled when I asked them to show up at Richall's apartment. Then I came in to set everything up and said with a sarcasm tone, "Happy Birthday to me!"

One girl wept. At first, I was set back by her being upset about it. But whatever.

In 1996, Jake Temby and Will Sharpe knew of my birthday taints and they planned very well to surprise me a birthday party that included more than 20 friends at Red River Grill Restaurant on Massachusetts Avenue in DC. I was speechless. It was one of the nicest things they did to me. Even better, Jake and Will also bought me my first 'Shroom to eat before we went to see Starship Troopers. It was so dramatic -- I feel like these darned bugs ran off the screen. It freaked me out. It was absolutely a great birthday gift!

Later at 506 L Street NE during my birthday party that continued from the restaurant to the movie theater and last, to the house party, Sherri Youens was so drunk that she mistook my birthday cake as a chair which was made by Chanda Smith or Patti Raswant. As Sherri attempted to sit on it, someone shoved her off -- you should see how Sherri flew ... it was hysterical. That party fucking rocks. Few can attest that the parties at 506 L Street NE is a legend of its own. Just like Carl's M Street.

However, I'm not pretty obsessed with birthday parties -- I think the "cold reality" sets me in at an early age where I really disliked these parties to an extent. Which could be the reason why I always forgot everyone's birthdays! Trust me, I'm very awful when it comes to this.

Why did I talk about birthday? Well, yesterday marked the Third Anniversary of my blogsite. The first entry was done on September 14, 2003. You can read my first entry at this link.

So you guys actually did not realize that yesterday was the day Observe But Do Not Interfere turned 3. The site meter was added last October and I'm approaching 100,000 views in a year. Some even asked me about making a profit out of this -- I had been thinking about that as well. One negative thing about this is that I'm not familiar with how to make profits from the online business. But that is OK, I'll learn my ways around.

I must admit that my style of penning from the first day to now has changed tremendously. I think writing has enabled me to perform better since more readers are coming back to read what I have to say about different things. So far, the trail I looked behind is filled with tribulations and triumphs. I expect of that in the future as well. I expect to improve. There is always room to improve, though. Otherwise, it has been fun ride -- who wants to get off the roller coaster? Certainly not me.

Cheers,

R-

"Psst! Did you see this guy's teeth?"

That is what the kids in the elementary school would whisper to each other after seeing this guy. Enjoy!

R-

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NEW YORK (Sept. 13) - Kimani Ng'ang'a waited more than eight decades for his first day of school. The Kenyan villager wants to make sure nobody else has to wait that long.

The 85-year-old man, billed as the world's oldest elementary school pupil, toured Manhattan to promote a global campaign urging assistance for an estimated 100 million children denied an education because of poverty.

Kimani only started his formal education in January 2004.

"Look what school has done for me so far," said Kimani, standing Tuesday in Battery Park with the Statue of Liberty behind him. "Here I am in New York."

As part of his visit, Kimani traveled around Manhattan in a yellow school bus to spread his message about education for needy children.

Kimani met outside the United Nations with Nane Annan, wife of U.N. Secretary-General Kofi Annan. He told her, "It would be good if all children of the world could go to school."

Annan agreed, saying, "That is the goal of the United Nations."

Some heads of state already were in New York for Wednesday's opening of a three-day U.N. summit.

At the U.N., Kimani delivered 100,000 paper cutout figures, representing those children kept out of school.

The figures were created by school children all over the world; each carries a written message of "Send my friend to school."

The program, along with Kimani's visit, was organized by the Global Campaign for Education - a coalition of agencies from more than 100 countries.

Kimani, a father of 15, was able to afford schooling only after Kenya's government dropped fees for primary schools. He came to the United States with his principal, Jane Obinchu, who also served as his interpreter.

"I love being in school," Kimani told reporters. "I always wanted to be a veterinary doctor, because I love animals. That is my goal."

Kimani uses two hearing aids and a cane. On school days, he walks about a half-mile to join his 100 fellow students at the local elementary school.

He is concentrating on math, science, English and his native Swahili. He specifically wants to learn how to read the Bible.

"You are never too old to learn," Kimani said. "At no time ever say, 'It's too late to learn,' not until the day you die."

AP-ES-09-13-05 2100EDT

MTV's Real World Sucks

It sucks. It plainly sucks.

This season in Austin with Johanah, Nehemiah, Wes, Danny, Mel, Lacey and Rachel are definitely boring. Why?

Too pretty twinks and bitches.

They are all gorgeous girls and good-looking guys. They do not have an average looking guy or gal. Never had a chubby or disabled person on that show.

I admitted that I did apply about ten years ago for it. Never got a call. They probably did not want to touch a pole that emits "DEAF" all over it. After talking with friends who admitted that they did apply for this as well -- never got in touch with them. It is clearly bias. They probably have an unwritten rule not to include a Deaf person.

I think I'd make a good one on that show, I'll brag about it. Who is the best person to make fun of hearing people behind their backs and still maintain a fake smile? Of course, who else? Moi.

I would bring Deaf friends on weekends just to cause a drama in the House. Beth, Merritt, Manny, Gus, Jason, Perlis, Sarah, Erin, Santini -- they would entertain the viewers to no end with their snappy comments. Many people do not realize that we do drink, booze, smoke, snort and deal the stuff in our community. Except that we often get away with it when we tangled with the authorities. Hearies get busted, we rarely get busted -- except at Gallaudet! C'est la vie!

If I'm drunk, I'm darned slow reader but fast talker without a thought -- so you can imagine what it is like for me to get in a conflict with hearing people who could not communicate effectively ... I lack patience when I'm fucked up, especially when I'm annoyed. I'm not animalistic like Marb(t)y Bonales but I can supply the firepower.

The truth is that whether if I get on the reality show, I'd cause the FCC to censor the show permanently, really!

Fuck the Bunim/Murray Productions for denying Deaf people a chance to be part of something else! I once emailed a LONG TIME AGO about the opportunity to be part of something else. Of course, they did not respond. Fuck 'em. What do you really expect from a group of hearing people who monopolized the whole thing?

Bah,

R-

Shaq Is Cool

Friday the 16th: Don't forget to turn in your comments to bitch at anyone else. Feel free to do so by email me at Ridor9th@gmail.com. It will be posted the next day.

Shaq Is Big, Bad Ass: Shaquille O'Neal, all of his massive body at 7'1 and 325 pounds, could have just ignored the whole thing and let the gay bashing incident vanish. But Shaq did not. He was instrumental in following a gay basher, Michael Gonzalez, 18, and flagged a cop to bust this guy for bashing on gay couple in Miami Beach.

By doing this by example, I hope this sends a message to the players in NBA that it is cool for them to be man enough to stand up against homophobia. Shaq is simply great.

Interesting Pick: It is interesting to note that they used the word: Bulge to describe the area which the scientists alarmed that there is an activity. Sarah IMmed me to check her blog of an article -- which I already read a while ago. Maybe the scientists need to get laid.

Ever Had A Bad Roommate? Some of us felt we had our shares of bad roommates. But thanks to Michelley's link -- I feel much better about my shitty roommates (figuratively, that is!). The best part is that the shitty roommate is the son of wealthy parents. This is akin to what I told Gus that there is a high chance that Queen Elizabeth II cannot tie her shoelaces -- because she probably never did it in her lifetime -- why should she learn to do that?! Gus' eyes widened and said, "You think she does not know?"

I asked him, "Do you truly think she needs to learn something like that?"

Be My Guest, Do It! It is virtually that nearly all hearing people are using cellphones and iPods. What do I think of them? It is their right to do so -- I'm fine with it -- but in 20 years, they'll be full-fledged member of our community who cannot sign worth a shit. How horrible is that?

Cheers,

R-

9.12.05 Tidbits

Ophelia Is Coming Home: When I heard that a new Tropical Storm has been named for Ophelia, I was amused. I think it is fitting that this storm will visit the Carolinas in few days. Why? Because more than a year ago in August, I wrote an entry about Ophelia, my grandmother's deaf black maid in Raleigh, North Carolina.

As for this storm, Ophelia is fluctuating just right off the East Coast, deciding whether to go for its status quo -- being Tropical Storm or category 1 Hurricane? Only Ophelia can decide for herself.

But since I noticed that there is lack of humidity around here, the chances of Ophelia hitting the category 1 is very remote. Its winds probably will remain less than 74 MPH when it gets to Cape Hatteras.

FEMA Chief Michael Brown Is Gone! What does it reflects on GW Bush? It was only a week ago that GW Bush said that FEMA Chief Michael Brown did a heck of a job -- now with Newsweek reporting that he padded his resume to make himself look good -- he was quickly recalled to Washington. And he ultimately resigned.

Good riddance, Michael Brown.

Ack! This Is One Dumb Sign!: This woman's attempt to sign "hurricane" managed to make it look so corny. It even made me wince my eyes when she signed that word repeatedly. Hat tip to Surdus.

Poor Guy! Guy Ritchie seemeed never to get a break from the critics? Madonna's hubby seemed unable to please any critics when he attempts to show his film several times in the past. What gives? I personally hadn't seen his films. Anyone care to comment about Guy Ritchie's films?

As Virginian, I Would Choose ...: According to the information sheet I have on me -- Sen. Russ Potts is Republican, Jerry Kilgore is Democrat and last, Tim Kaine is Republican. They are competing for the Governor of Virginia. The City of Staunton's local newspaper had a questionnaire for them about VSDB, which is mirred in a struggle with the State Board of Education whether to close the school and build a new campus, or preserve two schools, or to consolidate two schools into one at Staunton. Many Deaf people wanted the schools to be consolidated to Staunton and renovate and improve the quality of Deaf Education at VSDB.

The truth is that these gubernational candidates cannot do a thing about it -- the State Board of Education has the final say in this -- regardless if the Governor likes it or not. It has been like that way in Virginia -- one of the nation's most staunch retarded-conservative states.

However, here is what they said about VSDB which the Staunton's News-Leader popped a question, What should the state do with the Virginia School for the Deaf and the Blind and its two campuses?

TIM KAINE
While the legislature made the decision to combine the two campuses based on enrollment rates, what we must focus on now is how to provide an excellent educational opportunity for the school's students going forward. I support building a new, state-of-the-art facility at a location that best meets the needs of our students. We must also ensure that students have the facilities and teachers they need to succeed and that our teachers have the training and equipment they need. Additionally, we must make a greater effort to draw on the expertise of the deaf and blind community to ensure that we are meeting our goals.

RUSS POTTS
I support keeping the Virginia School for the Deaf and Blind in Staunton. It is an historic landmark and a vital part of the Staunton community.

JERRY KILGORE
I support the efforts of the General Assembly to consolidate the two campuses. It simply did not make sense financially or operationally to keep two facilities up and running. I hope that the campus in Staunton will be renovated to accommodate the consolidated campus.

Well, I like Jerry and Russ -- Russ is Eisenhower Republican -- he claimed that the current group of Republicans are not real Republicans, the party had been hijacked by conservative, religious and special interests groups. Tim Kaine, I gotta rule him out. He is obviously an idiot to start with.

One Last Thing About 9/11 Thing: I asked my sister, Hedy, to scan four pages which she liked from DC Comics' tribute to WTC few years ago -- I also liked it very much. It is about the Flight of 93 which crashed in some rural area in Pennsylvania. All I knew is that it was done by folks at DC Comics -- if Hedy managed to give me the names so that I can give the credit to, I will do it.

These four pages are so good that when I first read it, I actually felt goosebumps. Basically, the story is that nobody knew the exact thing that happened inside the Flight 93. So they illustrated based on the theory of what had transpired inside the Flight 93.

For each page, you can click on the image to read it up close. Enjoy!





Too bad, it also neglected to mention that Mark Bingham was gay who loved to play rugby. I should mention that Mark was into men who are hairy -- it was said that he was a cub who loved and chased after big, hairy men.

Cheers,

R-

9.11.05 Tidbits

Maybe Ed Hottle Is The Real Deal: For the first time in a long time, Gallaudet football, under the direction of Head Coach Ed Hottle whom I thought is very HOT, is now 2-0 after posting hard-fought wins versus Shenandoah University 21-13 and Apprentice 13-12. I should mention that both games took place on the road. Even with two wins, this is great progress for the team and Coach Ed Hottle. But let's wait for the next three games at home -- if the team is 5-0, then Ed Hottle means well. If the team wins more than 5 games, I'll be impressed.

Katrina's Heroes? After Katrina whipped New Orleans, people ptiched in to help out with the relief efforts. People also claimed that the cops, National Guards and many others are doing something to help them out. They even told the media that they are going to take "care of people" that sits on the highway. What did they mean by taking care of them? The truth hurts. People out there thinks it did not happen but yes, it did! Check the link for the shocking revelations about the victims of Katrina.

And this.

And to think this happened in our country -- we are good people, I guess. Good enough to let things like this slide by and act like we are noble. Except that we are not.

The Hanging Garden: I got to watch a film today called "The Hanging Garden". I enjoyed it very much. It focuses on a dysfunctional family with some dysfunctional neighbors as well. There is this big boy who happens to be gay, he liked to fuck Fletcher, his sister's boyfriend. Later, you get to meet a young girl who loves to cuss "Fuck you!" to any adult -- it turns out that this particular fat boy who is gay is the father of this illegitimate daughter -- which his mother paid someone trying to turn her son straight -- the fat gay boy at 16, impregnated this woman. You get the picture. Later, I get to see this former fat boy turning into a hot, thin gay man. Even with his sister's "I don't care" attitude, her husband still wanted him. It was weird fucked-up film but I enjoyed it. The ending was not so All-American type which is nice to start with.

Did You Wonder ...: Whether if the ABC's Home Extreme Makeover will do few houses in New Orleans? I just read an article where a poor couple refused to leave their property because they just planted the crops in their backyard -- even right after the floods which swamped the area. One reporter asked the family if they are worried about their food crops being contaminated. One woman laughed, "Guatemala is worse than this, it is OK with me." Fine with me, darling.

Religious Extremists Are Dangerous: When a disaster struck any place, people always turned to God for answers. Islamic Extremists said that Hurricane Katrina was the answer on their call to destroy the United States. Xian Extremists said that it was the answer to cleanse gays, pro-choice and shit. GW Bush mentioned about the National Day of Prayer. Bleargh. Like it would help us at all. I personally think it is their right to believe in God and have a relationswhip with a hocus pocus, but trying to conjure ideas to say that God did this, that and there in the name of "justice" is full of shit. Get a life, really!

This Is Lower Manhattan! HELLO! I stumbled upon one comment by somoene who thought that the site of World Trade Center should be memorialized. I disagreed. Lower Manhattan is the Financial District, the best in the world. Business talks. People come and go. Businesses are here to stay. I'm sick of people who attempted to capitalize the victims to turn the place into hallowed ground! The dialogue is over, build the corporations, leave the memorial in some corner for all I care. In 200 years, nobody gives a shit about who's who jumped off the building and splat. If you expect us to memorialize this, then memorialize every victims that were blown apart in Israel, Egypt, Kenya, Tanzania, Bali, Indonesia, Iraq, Turkey, Great Britain and Spain! The Financial District is not fit for any cemetary and/or memorial services. You can have a museum or the memorial site but do not turn the whole area into the hallowed ground -- no sane New Yorker wanted that!

Guess Who Won Venice's Golden Lion? In Venice, Italy -- Brokeback Mountain won the top prize at Venice's Film Festival. It was reported that many viewers emerged from the film theaters in awe of love story between two gay men. Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal, both are straight, seemed to hit a chord with the audience. Can't wait for this!

Henh Henh Henh: Last night, someone told me that I got a "cute" sound of laughter. I was perplexed. He nodded, I tried to tell him to stop it as I could not stop laugh. He then wrote, "HENH HENH HENH HA HA HA HA!" as in trying to write down what I just said. Well, my friend is cute and sweet. What can I say about him? It was fun spending a night with him. Ahh!

Anyway, when he talked about my laughter, he was not the first time who said it -- apparently, hearing people do love to hear Deaf people laugh, of course, not in a loud, raucous guffaws. But a simple laugh, really. I'm sure, many of you Deaf readers got comments from hearing people who told you that they liked your laughter and asked you to do it one more time. Icky but very amusing, I guess.

This afternoon, I was cleaning up the scrapbook and I came across this great picture of Hillary Clinton who laughed so hard with Tipper Gore in 1996 Democratic National Convention, I believe. This is one of many reasons why I liked Hillary. First of all, she is not afraid to laugh hard, actually to open her mouth to bellow loudly. It reflects her human side. The real side of humanity. I feel that the persons who runs the governments tend to be pretentious with their fake laughters and fake smiles -- these has to go. A simple, honest laughter is the best.

Hillary Clinton for 2008!

Cheers,

R-

In Midst Of Everything, New York Is Still There!

4 years ago on a Tuesday morning, we got the jolt of our lifetime with this bang. Actually four times.

I still remembered where I was at that time. I was next to Larry Gray in HMB Atrium at Gallaudet when I first saw the North Tower burning. No need to repeat the whole scene. But the point is that everyone remembered where they were. I do remember the moment when I was notified that Gallaudet student was murdered. Same thing with Princess Di's death.

I remembered GW Bush sitting leisurely and waiting at some elementary school during the nation's darkest moment.

Then I remembered GW Bush saying that we'll go after Osama Bin Laden. So far, still nothing. In fact, he's still chasing the phantoms -- he even joked at some fundraising dinner that he's looking under some table few years ago -- utterly tasteless. Osama Bin Laden is 6'5, for god's sake! That is pretty rare for Arab to be that tall. And yet, we cannot find him in Tora Bora. Today, we are simply playing tic-tac toes with Al-Qaeda, simply put. We may have clipped some tentacles of Al-Qaeda, but they are improvising.

To top it all, he and Dick Cheney claimed that there is a connection between 9/11 attacks and Iraq! Even with Colin Powell's interview with Barbara Walters (?), he considered his report to the United Nations to be a blot of his career. With the daily suicidal bombings in Iraq that seemed to desensitize everyone else, especially with the Xians, in the process -- their attitude was: "Better over there than here!" It is as if their lives are insignificant than ours.

As for New York whose had to dealt with less than 3,000 perished victims -- not only the victims, the city also had to deal with countless of families that lost their loved ones. It was quite a period of self-examination for New York which, I can frankly say, they passed it with flying colors. Instead of waiting for the federal government to pour money in, they licked their wounds, comforted each other, cleaned up the mess, took care of the dead, calmed the jitteries of Wall Street, stabilize the economy -- all with a heavy price on many New Yorkers' souls, while the nation talked the talk for months.

But guess what? New York still rises without anyone's help. It has been doing just fine for years. I think the picture below is a testament of what New York is all about -- even with the smoke billowing from the Ground Zero, you can see the beauty of New York still standing proud.

New York, New York!
This is New York. Sophisticated. The Best. The Greatest city in the world. This is the city I adopted when I first moved to New York. Even with the fact that I'm in Philadelphia, I still heart New York.

R-

Phila's Deaf Professional Happy Hour

Went to my very first Deaf Professional Happy Hour in the city of Brotherly Love at Champps Bar & Grill. Not bad. Saw Staci Rensch! Saw Robert Traina! And unfortunately, I saw Dorian Yanke.

It is true. Dorian is now living in this town next to me. Go figure. Nothing happened -- one gal said, "Here is your best friend! He's sitting over there." I immediately smiled and said, "Dorian?"

She smiled with an evil grin. I groaned and said in a teasing manner, "That boy cannot live without my ASS! Serious case!" But on a serious note, I wish him the best in his endeavours -- *people behind me probably snickered when I said that line*.

Today, I heard from a friend of mine in Washington, DC -- he went to the DPHH, it was packed with more than 300 people. Here in Philadelphia, less than 100 showed up. Many faces, I do not know who they were. That is OK with me. I'm not concerned about that. I once mentioned to a friend that I'm not making new friends. Instead, I am more selective with making friends -- I guess, getting older, you do not want to deal with the hassles of friendships going through some growing pains. I do not know why but in early 90s, I enjoyed meeting new faces. Today, I do not. Is it normal? I do not know. I routinely went to the fairgrounds, events, homecoming events -- I get annoyed each minute. Maybe I liked the intimate conversations rather than "HI ... ME NOW SSI $885 MONTHLY, YOU? WHAT KIND JOB? HAS WIFE?" I cringed when people says things like that.

It was nice to see Staci once again. Been some years since I saw her! Never forgot the moments that I had with Staci in the board room where she blasted Mindy Moore to smithereens during the Deaf Moonlite Show's brainstorming sessions. It was hysterical to see Mindy Moore falling apart. I remembered her writing a note to tell me to inform me that the student next to us was eating his dinner from his nose. This woman has the eyes has her own rule: Observe But Do Not Interfere. Sure enough, we were sitting at the bar recently ... Staci and I smirked each time we cruised each individual that comes in our path -- she would explain a little about his/her background right below the bar counter, to prevent from anyone seeing our conversations. Why did she do that? To prepare me to be aware of peoope around me.

For example, I asked her, "This guy is cute, any chance for me to nab him?" She smirked and fingerspelled under the counter, "He's not available. He just is in the process of divorce, his wife is now with this guy. He's straight breeder but very wacko." I rolled my eyes at stuff like that. But that is how the Deaf World operated -- you talk clandestinely at public events about people, even if you deny it. I do that, you do that, Rayni does that. Everyone does that to an extent.

I probably did not dwell on negatives too much, just that I do not know who everyone else is -- so there were people out there who could supplant me with the necessary information about people wherever I go. Some people wondered at the fact that I seemed to have tons of information about people's lives -- the truth is that, y'all told me about it by yourself.

Not that it's bad. It was interesting evening.

Jason has a graphic novel of "Kyle's Bed and Breakfast Inn" -- I am so going to read it. I love Greg Fox's works on Kyle's Bed and Breakfast Inn.

What About Pets? Merritt paged me and insisted that I say something about the pets being stranded in New Orleans. It is true. The Humane Society of United States is struggling to rescue animals abandoned by the humans during the floods which buried New Orleans by Katrina. They are hungry, they are scared, it was said that you can hear the dogs barking for miles. If you want to donate something, you may check the Humane Society of United States's website. Merritt said dogs will arf, birds will chirp and cats will meow when you do that. So do it.

Cheers,

R-

Few Things To Remind About Katrina

National Day of Prayer? Why? GW Bush has called the nation for a day of prayer for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. For what? Think the national day of prayer will send a miracle to restore the city of New Orleans in a day. Get back to work already.

I Do Not Contribute To ARC: Some people wondered why I do not donate a cent to American Red Cross or The Salvation Army. Get this through your thick skull -- to donate something to an organization that discriminated against who I am is unfathomable thing to do. These organizations reserved the right to discriminate against the gays and lesbians. Therefore, it is my moral right not to donate -- I do not care if it is only for the victims. I can find another source, but not this organization. Call me evil, bastard or whatever you wanted -- at least I am being honest with my beliefs. Unlike you.

Barbara Bush Is Old Geezer Bitch: She is overprivileged who needs to be trashed or two. Last week at the Astrodome, she told the National Public Radio with this line, "And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this (she chuckles slightly)--this is working very well for them." Honest to God, what did this bitch do for herself? Actually, nothing.

How Bad Is Superdome? Many people cannot fathom the idea why many assaults and rapes occurred inside the Superdome in front of thousands' eyes. Actually, they may have happened in front of thousands' eyes but the electricity was out. So essentially, the Superdome was virtually dark. Call it the dark bowels of Hell where the National Guards forced the evacuees to stay inside despite the heat, stench and darkness fouling the place. It was said that the Superdome will be destroyed. Good.

New Orleans Will Not Be Back: You know, people will return to New Orleans but the polls has indicated that 66% of the evacuees do not want to return to the city at all. You can say that the city will dissipate in a short time despite the efforts to bring the city back. New Orleans is the modernized version of Atlantis, like it or not.

Boo-hoo, Dick Cheney Was Insulted: Someone shouted at Dick Cheney in Mississippi on CNN, "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney. Go fuck yourself!" The camera was focused on Dick as there was a scuffle behind the camera, according to RawStory.com, and Dick Cheney commented, "First time I've heard it., Must be a friend of John..., er, ah - never mind." AS you can see, not many people liked Dick or GW, they will not be seen in the general public -- only in the areas that they will be liked. That is why they had the secret service to screen everyone from entering their parties, ceremonies, events and all that shit. Perhaps the most coward President in this country has to be GW Bush and his cronies. They are afraid to stand up and face the challenge in the faces of people who disagreed with them. They always used the press to say that they support the freedom of speech but behind the scene, they went at work to assault and shield people from getting the opportunity to reach out. Who does it sounds like? Richard Nixon -- once a crook, always a crook.

That particular someone is the physician whose home was destroyed in Mississippi -- he was offended when there were no cars for many people to get around and Dick Cheney has massive line of cars going down the street. Dick did not tour, he flew in to make a press conference to show that he "did" tour then ran off to DC. Typical crap of Bush Administration.

What A Fucking Douchebag: House Majority Leader Tom Delay (R-Texas) approached 3 young boys who are evacuees in the Astrodome and asked them, "Now tell me the truth boys, is this kind of fun?" The younger boys were confused and perplexed before nodding. Tom, is it fun that you got yourself indicted?!

Who Is Profiting From This? Many people are whining that the Democrats and Liberals are politicizing the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, but if you look at the other side -- Conservatives and Republicans are also politicizing this as well. Going to the press conferences, trying to tell their side of the story that they did a good job. First impressions are extremely important. They failed when they overtook Baghdad and the lootings escalated. Same thing goes for New Orleans. Goes on to say how much they handle this in a crisis. They need to go to Crisis Intervention or something.

Great Pictures! This is classic! Observe carefully.

Daddy, want to dine this tonight?!
Self-explanatory
Cheers,

R-

Next Month's Agenda?

Next month is October. That means what? The autumn is coming slowly. Halloween is going to sprout up in places like RiteAid, CVS and Duane Reade across the nation, trying to sell these damned candies. It also meant what?

It is time to go back to the movie theater and participate in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I'm Just A Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania!
Flashback to the Fall of 1994 at Ely Auditorium, now known as Andrew Foster Auditorium, on Gallaudet campus where Carl Denney first set up the movie theater where everyone pays $1 or so to watch the movies. Remember the film where "SPEED" made its first appearance on the tape, the audience was so full that some people had to be turned away. Someone was so pissed off that they triggered the fire alarm (some said They Abbey burnt the food which sets the fire alarm but I never knew the truth!), everyone refused to leave the auditorium? Priceless. Carl and his cronies had to mark numbers on everyone before they leave their seats to prevent them from stealing the spots.

One day, Carl announced that there would be a feature film on Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight in Ely Auditorium. I heard so much about it but never get to see it. So I went. Only 10 people showed up, including the late Rebecca Luftig's father who stood in the back of the audience. I kept on watching him doing the imitations and doing the dances when Dr. Frank-n-Furter made its first appearance. It was an eye-opening performance to see a man in his fifties to shout and dance. Then he later ran to the stage and take over ... in front of less than 10 people who hollered him to go on.

Later, I learned that it is typical part of Rocky Horror Picture Show. In Los Angeles -- I went to the midnight feature on a Friday night on Santa Monica Boulevard just off the 405 freeway where people converged to the theater, all dressed up as someone else in that film. Sure enough, I had a blast time. People were throwing things in the movie theater. People were dancing, people were shrieking, people were spraying water guns on each other, people threw the toilet papers at each other. It was such an amazing experience.

If you watch the film on VCR, the chances is that you will never understand why it is very popular. It does not work in a home where you can just sit alone. It works fabulous when you're in a big group, especially in an auditorium.

Many actors cherished their roles on this film -- except for one, Rocky, of course! That guy who now lives in Phoenix claimed that he was duped into believing that he was not featured to be a "hot guy", that he would act more than just a male model for the world to drool at.

The scene where Dr. Frank-N-Furter said this line, "It's a rather tender subject ... another slice, anyone?" Everyone else looked at their meats on their plates. Priceless. Or a line where everyone said:

DR SCOTT: Janet!
JANET: Dr Scott!
BRAD: Janet!
FRANK: Rocky!
ROCKY grunted and grabbed Janet's arm.
FRANK: Listen! I made you, and I can break you just as easily!

I intend to show up with Liz and friends in October here in Philadelphia if there is one. I shall find out.

Makes me -- Ooh!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: But a deltoid and a bicep
A hot groin and a tricep
Makes me - Ooh! - shake
Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand

Chorus: In just seven days

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Oh, baby

Chorus: I can make you a man

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: I don't want no dissension
Just dynamic tension --

Janet Weiss, interrupting Dr. Frank-N-Furter: I'm a muscle fan

Then Dr. Frank-N-Furter turned to give Janet a hard stare which subdued Janet into silence

Chorus: In just seven days
I can make you a man

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Dig it if you can

Chorus: In just seven days
I can make you a man

Yes, you can make me a man ... !

Cheers,

R-

UGH! Sometimes You Want To Strangle 'Em!

Last night, went to Center City with Jason just for the heck of it. In fact, I mentioned that I saw an advertisement that there will be an event called Bulge at The Bike Stop which enforced the un-dress code. Turns out that you had to wear white underwears, no colors allowed. Only white ones. No jockstraps allowed, no boxers allowed. The event is a carbon copy of Manhattan's TigerBeat Underwear parties hosted by Daniel Nardicio first at The Slide, now at Boysroom. I'm not sure if it is still running or not.

Since I wore the black boxerbriefs and Jason wearing a white boxer -- that was no-no! But we got to mingle a little before we stumbled upon two Deaf gay fellas, Yossi and Rob. Good thing, I was buzzed -- did not have to deal with them directly. Both were abrasive, rude and embarrassing. In fact, the bartender wrote a note to me, saying that "this guy (Yossi) do not buy anything when he comes here at all."

I attempted to ask Yossi why he does that. He kept on saying, "DEAF CULTURE! DEAF CULTURE!" I was ready to bash him, serious case. His name is Yossi, which is Jewish -- but he said, "I am Jewish Christian!" -- whatever suits him the best. He said that he will fuck guys until he's done with it, then marry a woman. Yossi remarked, "Because it is the right thing to do. Mom said so."

One word: Whatever! Yossi, you are one, big stupid fuck. Get lost already!

Then later, Jason and I went to Woody's which is popular in Center City. It is OK to me, I miss Nowhere, The Cock, Urge, The Slide, The Hole, Boysroom -- now that is MY type! However, Yossi followed along and came straight to the computer area -- yes, they have three monitors for any drunk fools to check emails in the bar -- and Yossi stayed there until the closing time -- not even to buy a drink or anything at all. Oh, god.

Then there was this deaf guy named Rob -- he talked too much. In fact, he was signing excessively to a point where he repeatedly shoved people around him. I can see that Jason wanted to cruise a little around the room and mingle a little. When I saw a cute guy walking by, I attempted to tell Jason to look at how hot he is -- suddenly, Rob went ballistic and said, "I'm not DONE talking with him!"

Ahh, he was talking non-stop for about 30 minutes! Take it easy, Rob. Anyway, I saw one cute guy who waved at me, then he walked to me and hugged me. Very hot. Name is Justin. But thanks to Rob's constant interferences, Justin gave me a look that can read like, "Sorry, but he is too much, bye!"

So he vanished. But at least, he bribed me his email address on a small note without Rob's sight.

Thanks a lot, Rob and Yossi. You're the classic example why sometimes I am embarrassed to be Deaf Gay man and that is why I restrict my time with 'em. Grow up a little, for my sake!

Otherwise, my evening with Jason was fun and interesting.

Another Note: I got an email from Teri, a volunteer interpreter at the Astrodome, trying to refute the hoax email. At first, I was bit suspicious with her cold, callous email blasting me about my comments. I attempted to ask her what she meant by that, she quickly clammed up and said that I do not have to be "semantics". The tone of her e-mail which she volunteered and "helped" Deaf people at the Astrodome -- I can paraphrase what she wrote, "too bad the community that PROFESS to support them". To me, that was more of plantation mentality -- "See? I have to help them because they cannot do anything on their own! That's why I'm volunteering myself over there!"

I shot back to tell her that her tone of plantation mentality is not appreciated and needed in our community. She went ballistic on her last email and told me that she will block me. And in turn, she runs off to McWeenie for some kind of moral support. McWeenie claimed that I sought after Teri for information which I never did. In fact, she emailed me first to notify that the "17 Deaf Dead" email was, indeed, a hoax.

Guess what? Do I give a fuck? No, not at all. These stuff will happen ALL the time, no need to work up on this subject but to act like you HAVE to help them because their community does not provide the support they claimed to is offensive, simply put.

And fuck you, Teri and McWeenie.

One More Thing, McWeenie: McWeenie, you wrote an entry before you quickly deleted it -- the one that you decried me for snickering at the CNN video of Deaf man being melodramatic -- grow a spine, McWeenie.

I had Gus to watch the CNN video and I stood behind him to see his reaction to the facial expressions of this deaf man's melodramatic expressions. When the scene of Deaf man's expressions appeared, Gus quickly smiled and coughed a laugh. See? I rest my case. That was a simple response to the facial expression. Get a fucking life already. If you want to do something for Katrina victims, more power to thee. But I reserve the right to comment my own toughts whether if you like it or not.

I see that Patti Raswant gave her few words to McWeenie on her DeafSurvivors' blogsite, I had been trying to locate Patti for some numbers of years -- I attempted to ask that from McWeenie, he went on the series of tirades on the emails on me. What do you expect from a conservative, Republican prick?

R-

HEY! YOU FREEZE! GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!

Thanks to the tip of a certain friend in Philadelphia who alerted me of this picture.

It is absurd to think that if they are Deaf, it means they all can lipread. I highly doubt they can lipread. They probably improvise the best way they can. Knowing cops, I do not trust their antics.

If I was the guy on the floor, I'd say in ASL so fast that they cannot decipher -- I'd say, "Get that fucking gun out of my face or else, you pig!!" -- at the same time, putting a smile on my face.

But this is very common amongst Deaf people when a crisis appeared, we have to deal with this crap.

Dale Fatterson Is An Idiot: Dale Fatterson (Update:I removed the link because Dale Fatterson removed his picture, how pitiful is that? Let me describe what he looked like -- he is enormously obese who forced his pregnant wife to work while he stays home, surfing the 'net to attack people as he wished!) mentioned that on his dying forum that "ASL nearly killed this guy," when a Deaf person could not understand the written direction. This fat boy thought ASL was solely responsible for his inability to read very well. Actually, Dale Fatterson, you got it all wrong. His lack of educational background may be the reason why he was not able to understand BOTH languages. He is likely to attend schools where his teachers are HEARING ONES who do not care nor take the time to educate him properly. ASL has nothing to do with it, you dumbfuck!

UPDATE! I received an email from a volunteer at the Astrodome in Houston, she is able to confirm that the email that was circulated to Deaf people across the country back and forth of 17 Deaf people dead or missing is, indeed, a hoax. But is it cruel or heartless? No, not really. In fact, if I found out that I was presumed dead, I'd be amused by that. Don't cry a river about it, please.

Cheers,

R-

Dr. Jordan & Katrina

His Announcement Is Insensitive! When Hurricane Katrina steamrolled the Gulf Coast communities, Dr. Irving King Jordan announced the retirement. Is it only me that I thought it was insensitive of him to do that? He could have waited until Friday or a week after that. When I heard about it, I thought someone was joking. But no, no one was joking.

After talking with 4 persons online, each thought it was insensitive -- one said that there are about 20 students that hailed from Gulf Coast communities -- how can he do that in front of them?

Silly Thing To Say?: Dr. Irving King Jordan did a lot of things for the University. And he did a lot of things that did not pan out the right way that many people wanted it to be. The truth is that he was a decent President but he was never a popular figure -- not after he forced Dr. Roslyn "Roz" Rosen to resign from her position. You see, Dr. Rosen is considered to be popular figure among faculty and students. Dr. Jordan chose the hapless puppet, Dr. Fernandes to replace Dr. Rosen.

I do recall remembering the fiasco with the Communication Statement which pissed many people from the alumni to the student body. Yes, Dr. Jordan managed to get money from Congress and donors over the years, that is good. But it is no secret that he alienated many people when he took Dr. Rosen out.

I do not think Dr. Irving King Jordan deserved the headline that Donald Tropp and his team at the Buff and Blue gave to Dr. I. King Jordan! Of course, I gotta give two jeers to Donald Tropp for having this ridiculous headline. That was tasteless and barf thing to do.

In fact, my friend from DC alerted me when she saw the headline -- she was appalled with the headline. How can anyone do that to brownnose this person who turned his back on Dr. Rosen?

I'm Sorry But I Had To Snicker: I know the tragedy in Gulf Coast communities are difficult and crazy but Deaf people sometimes are so melodramatic. I'll leave you to your own imagination. Hat tip to Michelley for the link.

For Hearing People's Curiosity: Want to understand what it is like to use the videophone? Or even the video relay service? Check this link.

Cheers,

R-