Thanks to Dylan for the email.
R-
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The U.S. Postal Service issued a George W. Bush stamp. It soon discovered that the stamps were not sticking to envelopes, so it established a commission to investigate the matter. The commission reported the following findings:
1. The stamps met all regulations.
2. Nothing was wrong with the adhesive.
3. People were just spitting on the wrong side.
On other hand, I read the papers that Lance Armstrong, himself a Texan, complained that French and Germans were heckling, spitting and insulting at Lance when he biked through the Alps. I'm like, "HELLO! You're a typical pig shit of American culture! You're from Texas! You are aiming for 6th title in a row! You call yourself a lucky one when you survived the Testicular Cancer, please! You did not have a luck, you simply had a money to get the best help you can get while Temby did not! You little dofus bag, you're from Texas where Bush came from -- it is bound to expect some insults and few spits in your face in a place that nobody likes Bush."
Texans! I'm in favor to sell Texas back to Mexico if GW Bush ever wins the election.
R-
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Amusing Thoughts For Your Own
This is the editorial that I found in NY POST and I find it very amusing -- have fun reading this!
1. Public Toilet Triumph
My opinion? Read the article, 'nuff said.
Now on the second part, I discovered the article about the investigation by POST about a billionaire's son who is gay, he operated S&M sex club called The Winter Palace in his penthouse in Gramercy Park which is not far from my apartment. As of now, the NYPD is being involved in the investigation about this illicit activity.
But that is not the fun part -- read the gay son's rantings on his website. I had to laugh.
2. Cops Probe Condo 'Sex Club'
When you're done, head to this!
2. The Winter Palace
Have fun reading,
R-
1. Public Toilet Triumph
My opinion? Read the article, 'nuff said.
Now on the second part, I discovered the article about the investigation by POST about a billionaire's son who is gay, he operated S&M sex club called The Winter Palace in his penthouse in Gramercy Park which is not far from my apartment. As of now, the NYPD is being involved in the investigation about this illicit activity.
But that is not the fun part -- read the gay son's rantings on his website. I had to laugh.
2. Cops Probe Condo 'Sex Club'
When you're done, head to this!
2. The Winter Palace
Have fun reading,
R-
Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them!
I never liked Dan & Ron. It is evident, though. But initially, when I first moved in, I had to pay my share of the rent to Dan & Ron until January. My landlady said that I have to pay her directly, not through Dan & Ron. I was puzzled but as long as she is the Landlady, fine with me.
When I moved out last May, the landlady asked me this question: "I'm sure you paid your rent last December?" I nodded and asked her why? She said Dan & Ron told them that I did not. She figured that they were lying.
Ahh. Did I mention that Dan & Ron are hearing?
On other coast in Oregon, a friend of mine paid the rent and utilities bills. And never complained that the utilities increased. Until the fateful day, my friend brought an interpreter who overheard the two hearing roommates who said, "Let's just tell [deaf guy] that the bills are up again this month, so that we can save our rent and have our fun!"
Suffice to say, my friend moved out.
Hearies. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
When I moved out last May, the landlady asked me this question: "I'm sure you paid your rent last December?" I nodded and asked her why? She said Dan & Ron told them that I did not. She figured that they were lying.
Ahh. Did I mention that Dan & Ron are hearing?
On other coast in Oregon, a friend of mine paid the rent and utilities bills. And never complained that the utilities increased. Until the fateful day, my friend brought an interpreter who overheard the two hearing roommates who said, "Let's just tell [deaf guy] that the bills are up again this month, so that we can save our rent and have our fun!"
Suffice to say, my friend moved out.
Hearies. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
Thavith, Jonathan & My Wrath
Remember Thavith? He emailed me today to ask whether if I have a room for him to stay for few days.
That is a dilemma. Jonathan is arriving tonight from the District. I like Jonathan. Only time will tell whether if I can have one of them. Thavith is probably a long shot because he is an international traveller in promoting his Judaism. Whereas, Jonathan is more into me.
Easy decision? But feelings are bit harder to deal with.
Don't you guys think Lance Armstrong looks like a gay guy? The posters of him in NYC called "The Age of Cyclysm" with Lance staring out. It strikes me as ... so gay. His body language, his posture -- never mind him kissing his girlfriend when he conveniently brought her in front of the media. He is so gay.
I'm furious at Dan & Ron, my former roommates in Brooklyn. Last night, I was cleaning the videotapes, I was looking for three women's basketball games, mainly Virginia vs. Tennessee in '95, '96 and '01. It was erased, I was stunned. I looked at what is on the tape -- apparently, three hockey games were recorded on my favorite games. Judging the dates, it was evident that it was done with malice. Because they knew it was my favorite games and it was recorded last January.
Dan & Ron are two fattest, ugliest fags who are committed to each other. Dan is about 5'10, 300 lbs. Ron is 5'8, 350 lbs with a limping leg. It was always gross to see them kiss each other.
Both tried to audition for some plays in New York but failed to succeed (Dan & Ron, it is because you are so fat and ugly -- why do you think your couch & bed does not have legs?), so they left for Las Vegas, trying to audition at some shows. Dan & Ron, if I see you in Las Vegas when I am visiting Jess or Chlms, be very afraid.
R-
That is a dilemma. Jonathan is arriving tonight from the District. I like Jonathan. Only time will tell whether if I can have one of them. Thavith is probably a long shot because he is an international traveller in promoting his Judaism. Whereas, Jonathan is more into me.
Easy decision? But feelings are bit harder to deal with.
Don't you guys think Lance Armstrong looks like a gay guy? The posters of him in NYC called "The Age of Cyclysm" with Lance staring out. It strikes me as ... so gay. His body language, his posture -- never mind him kissing his girlfriend when he conveniently brought her in front of the media. He is so gay.
I'm furious at Dan & Ron, my former roommates in Brooklyn. Last night, I was cleaning the videotapes, I was looking for three women's basketball games, mainly Virginia vs. Tennessee in '95, '96 and '01. It was erased, I was stunned. I looked at what is on the tape -- apparently, three hockey games were recorded on my favorite games. Judging the dates, it was evident that it was done with malice. Because they knew it was my favorite games and it was recorded last January.
Dan & Ron are two fattest, ugliest fags who are committed to each other. Dan is about 5'10, 300 lbs. Ron is 5'8, 350 lbs with a limping leg. It was always gross to see them kiss each other.
Both tried to audition for some plays in New York but failed to succeed (Dan & Ron, it is because you are so fat and ugly -- why do you think your couch & bed does not have legs?), so they left for Las Vegas, trying to audition at some shows. Dan & Ron, if I see you in Las Vegas when I am visiting Jess or Chlms, be very afraid.
R-
I Cannot Help It If I Smile On This ... So Will You!
Reading the newspaper is something that I learned from my father. He always said that I needed to read to empower myself about what is happening around me, my town, my state, my country and my world.
Sometimes, I get amused at how things were being said.
Today is no exception, I was reading an article about the stubborn wildfire that continues to consume Santa Clarita Mountains in the northern part of Los Angeles. I plucked an excerpt from the article:
If I was there, I'd be stunned and chuckled at the sight of flaming hawk descending into the ground. But again, I probably will be burnt to death as well since it was the one that caused the wildfires in the region.
R-
Sometimes, I get amused at how things were being said.
Today is no exception, I was reading an article about the stubborn wildfire that continues to consume Santa Clarita Mountains in the northern part of Los Angeles. I plucked an excerpt from the article:
Although no houses have been lost, nearly 1,600 homes have been evacuated since the fire began Saturday. It was ignited when a red-tailed hawk flew into a power line, was electrocuted and its flaming body fell into brush.
If I was there, I'd be stunned and chuckled at the sight of flaming hawk descending into the ground. But again, I probably will be burnt to death as well since it was the one that caused the wildfires in the region.
R-
Monday, July 19, 2004
Hotel Frustration II
Ahh. There is another tale about my frustrations with hotels. Actually, this happened *last* year when Mark and I went to Atlanta and Myrtle Beach for a week.
In Durham, North Carolina -- Mark and I stayed at Fairfield Inn for a night. We were bit cheapskate and wanted to feast on Continental Breakfast which was free. We were pretty tired and strolled down to the area where they provided these food. I realized that the butter packets with aluminum covered were frozen. I was not in mood to struggle putting the frozen butter on a toast. I was too tired, remember?
I threw the packets into the microwave. Turned to see Mark's face in horror as I turned to see the static exploding in the microwave. I ran to get it out. Whew. It didn't burn the hotel down.
Then in Atlanta, we had a reservation at Courtyard Hotel in Midtown, a gay section of Atlanta near Downtown. Upon arriving, we were very tired and cranky. Then we entered the hotel and saw the front desk. Mark yapped as I nodded, it was obvious that we are Deaf. HELLO, EVERYONE!
At the front desk, I requested the paper and pen. One lady stared at me, then at Mark. Mark got cranky and turned his head around. I said, "Hey, paper and pen, please." She responded, "What?"
I opened my right palm as to indicate a paper and used my left hand to point on my palm to gesture a paper and pen. She still do not get it. I yelled, "PEN!"
She flicked. She gave me the pen. I said, "And?" She just stood and stared. I got irritated and started to stomp on the desk and start writing on the desk. She panicked and ran around to get the papers and gave it to me.
Then I blasted her that it was a simple gesture for me to repeat hundreds of time! She apologized profusely. Anyway, we got what we needed and rushed off to bed for the night. Suffice to say, for few days, she was terrified of me. Of course, I am the Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist.
Good riddance.
R-
In Durham, North Carolina -- Mark and I stayed at Fairfield Inn for a night. We were bit cheapskate and wanted to feast on Continental Breakfast which was free. We were pretty tired and strolled down to the area where they provided these food. I realized that the butter packets with aluminum covered were frozen. I was not in mood to struggle putting the frozen butter on a toast. I was too tired, remember?
I threw the packets into the microwave. Turned to see Mark's face in horror as I turned to see the static exploding in the microwave. I ran to get it out. Whew. It didn't burn the hotel down.
Then in Atlanta, we had a reservation at Courtyard Hotel in Midtown, a gay section of Atlanta near Downtown. Upon arriving, we were very tired and cranky. Then we entered the hotel and saw the front desk. Mark yapped as I nodded, it was obvious that we are Deaf. HELLO, EVERYONE!
At the front desk, I requested the paper and pen. One lady stared at me, then at Mark. Mark got cranky and turned his head around. I said, "Hey, paper and pen, please." She responded, "What?"
I opened my right palm as to indicate a paper and used my left hand to point on my palm to gesture a paper and pen. She still do not get it. I yelled, "PEN!"
She flicked. She gave me the pen. I said, "And?" She just stood and stared. I got irritated and started to stomp on the desk and start writing on the desk. She panicked and ran around to get the papers and gave it to me.
Then I blasted her that it was a simple gesture for me to repeat hundreds of time! She apologized profusely. Anyway, we got what we needed and rushed off to bed for the night. Suffice to say, for few days, she was terrified of me. Of course, I am the Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist.
Good riddance.
R-
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