I still cannot help it. I still snicker when I see this picture of Erin Casler, the newest Miss Deaf America for 2004-2006.
For some, they might wonder why I snickered at this. It is because I personally knew Erin along with my close friends -- KB, Perlis, Web, Chanda, Erik and many more. Let's say that I, along with these friends, underwent many tribulations and triumphs with Erin as well. Let's say that we witnessed her transformation from the days we hung and partied together to the girl who now wears the tiara. Erik is going to be mad that Erin has his tiara.
Erin is no saint, no question about it. She is strong woman. When she wants it, she will get it at all costs.
So seeing her as Miss Deaf America is bit unnerving at times. Maybe it is because I am not used to the idea of seeing a friend whom I knew very well as Miss Deaf America. I do not know at this moment.
Erin Casler in the middle next to Nancy Bloch, the NAD Silver Spring's Permanent Resident Queen and this guy is Andy Lange ... let's say that I do have a naughty detail about Andy . . .
R-
Yesterday, it rained all day long. The climate was soggy and brisky. I opened the windows to let the cold air in. Suffice to say, I was reading the book on my bed and fell asleep at 7:45 PM.
I woke up the next day at 7:15AM. Wow, I thought. I wondered whatever happened during the nighttime? To find out, I decided to watch the morning news on all channels, thank God for the remote control. With the remote control, I rule the universe.
Ahh, there is a manhole explosion in Hell's Kitchen. How appropriate.
I stumbled upon an episode of a cool show called Teen Titans. When I was a kid, my 2nd older sister (All of my sisters are older than I am, though), Lily always passed The New Teen Titans comic book to me after she is done with it. For a long time, I always enjoyed the drama of Raven and her relationship with her father, Trigon The Terrible.
It was fitting that the episode which I stumbled upon also introduced Trigon The Terrible as well. I enjoyed it very much.
My roommate has started to subscribe Netflix. And it has been arriving at a speed time and Surdus did not fix the DVD machine enough to a point where we can view a movie. Mofo, fix it or you'll never set a foot in our palace, faggot. ;-)
I hadn't gotten a chance to see many films in the last two years. And you bet I will make up for what I missed out ... !
Web is on vacation. She is currently in an area near Olympia, Washington to visit her cute brother (Trust me, her brother is hottie -- sorry, Web, has to say the truth!). If things do permit Roger, Web probably will see Roger from Vancouver and to check up on Rog's toddler. After that, she'll fly down to Las Vegas to relax a little on her own. There, Jess and Chlms shall wait for Web's arrival.
I'm bit miffed that Jonathan, Chlms' husband, won't be there because I already gave Web the instructions what to do with Jonathan.
I see that my blogsite has been viewed 6,000 times already since the first week of April. Average of 1,500 per month. Not bad. I think I like this blog. It is fun to elicit such comments from people. Of course, anonymous comments (probably from Masa or Cody) are always stupid.
Until then,
R-
I read the article about it last summer. This was done with the support of a museum in London. They set up a bathroom in the public place and you can enter the bathroom and could see everyone else around you. You even can stare at persons who tried to take a peek inside the bathroom.
It was designed to permit the folks inside to see them outside whereas the voyeurs cannot see a thing inside the bathroom.
Not bad?
But not for me, I think I'd get conspitations if I try to squat and notice that guys were trying to detect me from outside.
Enjoy the view?
The chances of you finding this gentleman on the television is pretty high. He is bald, in 60s, wears red bowtie, has a black thick glasses, with black slacks ... he does that thing for Six Flags Amusement Parks advertisements on the television.
However, he drives me nuts.
Somebody kill him, please.
R-
It is my belief that Americans are hypocrites at its best. When we have a drought, we scream for the rains. When we have the rains, we scream for sun. When we have a hot weather, we scream for cold weather. When we have a cold weather, we scream for hot weather.
Thank God that I'm not God, trying to appease dumbfucks in this country.
R-
Sometimes I hate to be right when it comes to common sense. Many times, many friends insisted to be positive and think positive. I try not to do that. I try to be positive when common sense dictated that it is to be so. If common sense said it is not going to work, I steer clear of this subject and avoid being positive.
When 9/11 occurred, it was horrible. I was in D.C. when it happened, so much drama. This, there and that. Then the next few days, the stories emerged from different parts of the country. I always thought the Flight 93 that crashed in Pennsylvania was bit odd. I chose not to say anything because it was so sensitive.
Why odd? I thought that the passengers "stopped" the terrorists was ... just an American story. Americans love heroes. Americans love to believe in something sensible. Americans love the tragic but yet so happy endings.
Now with the 9/11 commission report coming out, it flatly said that the passengers never stopped the terrorists on the Flight 93. The terrorists had a back-up plan, that is what I always thought all along. There are two plans. One to strike something, one to kill themselves.
No, the passengers did not even enter the cockpit at all. If I was the pilot, I would rock the plane so violently to prevent the passengers from reaching me ... that is what they did.
But look at the bright side, the passengers' determination forced the terrorists to kill themselves, rather than to crash into a building. That is something that we can sigh with a relief -- that someone was trying to do something.
I cannot imagine what it is like to be the passengers during these dark times. But common sense dictates that it was an uphill battle to begin with.
R-
There is so many things that you can find on 14 Street in Manhattan. Granted that I live on that particular street does not mean that I am biased. Common sense dictates I say something about this.
The street sliced through Chelsea, Union Square, Gramercy Park and East Village. So you get to see diversity from all walks of life on this particular street. At 4:30 AM in the morning, you will not be able to walk on an empty sidewalk on this particular street. Impossible. There is always someone else on the sidewalk. If not, I will personally eat my ears. At 4:30 PM during the rush hours, the street is filled with people. Poor, rich, ugly, beautiful, black, white, purple, green ... you get the picture. It is always interesting.
In Chelsea, you get to see pretty "bois" walking around as if they were granted the diva status by God. IN general, they are disgusting people to befriend because their main topics of conversations were crystal meth, abercrombie & fitch clothes, and who's hot? Of course, I exaggerated on this subject, really. But generally, I'm not fond of Chelsea boys, they tire me out much faster than Graystorm can. So I say SYL to them.
In Union Square, a square that was named after the first union that picketed against some company -- according to some information that I read around the Union Square, several people were killed during the first union protest in this particular area. Today, it is beautiful square filled with lots of wacky people. Sometimes you get to see a person using bullhorn to rant against Israel, Palestine, Bush, or even against Graystorm. In fact, you can rant against anything else, really. Some fellas wanted to show off by doing some dances, skateboarding moves ... they do it at Union Square for others to watch.
Plenty of food and stuff to purchase -- the coolest thing about Union Square is that during the springtime, you get to sit on a park bench and watch people go by. It is always refreshing to watch people walk fast, slow, limp, skating or whatever they do. In the Holidays, they set up many tents to sell cheap stuff to purchase for the Holidays, I was impressed with the stuff that they sell.
As for East Village, lots of ruff-raff types down the street that always make me smile. People can be so funny, when they wanted to. For instance, on 14 Street and Avenue C, there is ConEd Power Plant. Lots of men are tough-looking guys. They are truly macho and I always felt awkward around them. They stared at me as if "who's that guy over there? Is he newbie around here? But I have seen the way they sat and ate lunch at Dynasty Restaurant on the corner of 14 Street and Avenue B, these macho-looking guys can be sweet and flirtatious towards gay men who operated the restaurant.
From the end of 14 Street by Hudson River to the end of 14 Street by East River, it takes about an hour and half of walk, should you not stop by any store or gawk at fellas in Chelsea or Union Square.
I think it is safe to say that this particular street has more diversity than any place in the Midwest.
It probably has coolest stores that you cannot find it in Indianapolis or Cincinnati. ;-)
Ahh, time to walk down the street to my palace.
R-
