In the midst of my back pains, I was reading some comic books, I stumbled upon an issue of The Books of Magic by Vertigo Comics, a group under DC Comics. The Books of Magic is bit similar to Harry Potter but much darker, sinister and foul languages at times. It chronicled on a young man, Timothy Hunter, who is destined to conquer super-heroes including Superman someday in the future.
Like Potter, he is an orphan and lives with an uncle. Blah, blah. Anyway, in this issue, Tim was dead because of a parasite he got something right before the issue I was reading about. I'm not sure exactly. But that is not the point here. Right outside of mortality, Tim met Death, a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with black hair and eyes. Normally, Death would touch someone else to make him/her to confirm that one is dead, permanently. But Death did not touch.
Meanwhile back to the site where Tim Hunter died, there was a character named Birdman who learned that he is the father of Tim Hunter and his lover, Queen Titania, the mother. He was consummated with the guilt of being the father who abandoned Tim in the first place. Queen Titania is considered to be vicious, fierce and ruthless ruler of her realm, but she loved the Birdman.
The Birdman asked to be exchanged in order to sacrifice his life for the life of his son, Tim. The act was done. Tim woke back to the reality and saw the dead Birdman sitting in the chair. Suddenly, Queen Titania entered the chambers.
Meanwhile, outside of mortality, Death touched the Birdman and chatted openly with the father who expressed a concern that Queen Titania might be vicious, blaming him for his death.
Death turned to look at Tim, and smirked. She said, "Oh, really? He'll cope." They departed, never to return again.
Queen Titania was vicious. Fierce enough to hurl insults at Tim, "You are cursed, you are now motherless and fatherless. Yes, I am your mother but I renounce you. That is your curse!"
Tim shrugged and walked away, "So? For a long time, I had been doing fine without my parents and I think I will be fine, without you or him. Besides, you were a lousy mother."
Queen Titania fell on the floor, crying.
Why did I talk about this? Well, our lives are full of obstacles and struggles. At times, we will face such vicious and hardships, but guess what? We will cope, eventually.
So, not bad, though.
R-
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Dixie Theater
When I was a student at VSD in Staunton, there is a main street that slices through the downtown and goes up the hill, passing the birthplace of President Woodrow Wilson. Passing the intersection, the East Beverley Street becomes calmer and soothing as more than 20 Victorian houses began to show its style. A little curve there and over there, you'll reach the gate of my deaf school.
When I stayed at deaf school on the weekends, we were permitted to stroll down the East Beverley Street to eat, catch a flick at Dixie Theater before it closed.
At the Dixie Theater, I probably saw about 40 movies there until I graduated. Because of parking meters, Dixie Theater went bankrupt. That Movie Theater is a classic movie theater long lost to the modern world. There was Men's Bathroom downstairs with a door that bangs before you entered the staircase. Then at the bottom, there is another door that bangs before you faced another door that ultimately entered the bathroom. Yes, count it, three doors. I wondered why. Often when I entered the bathroom, there are older men standing by the urinals, staring at the wall. Humming to themselves. I peed and left. Banged, banged, and banged.
Many years later, I discovered that these three-door process is usually the place where men cruised and fucked each other, listening to the bangs to indicate that someone is coming. Now I understand why I saw these men staring at the walls and humming.
The Dixie Theater has it. I wonder if it still has that, today.
Even back then, Men enjoyed fucking each other.
R-
When I stayed at deaf school on the weekends, we were permitted to stroll down the East Beverley Street to eat, catch a flick at Dixie Theater before it closed.
At the Dixie Theater, I probably saw about 40 movies there until I graduated. Because of parking meters, Dixie Theater went bankrupt. That Movie Theater is a classic movie theater long lost to the modern world. There was Men's Bathroom downstairs with a door that bangs before you entered the staircase. Then at the bottom, there is another door that bangs before you faced another door that ultimately entered the bathroom. Yes, count it, three doors. I wondered why. Often when I entered the bathroom, there are older men standing by the urinals, staring at the wall. Humming to themselves. I peed and left. Banged, banged, and banged.
Many years later, I discovered that these three-door process is usually the place where men cruised and fucked each other, listening to the bangs to indicate that someone is coming. Now I understand why I saw these men staring at the walls and humming.
The Dixie Theater has it. I wonder if it still has that, today.
Even back then, Men enjoyed fucking each other.
R-
Whee! Not.
I was out with lower back pains. I really needed a shotgun to shoot it. It is driving me nuts. Which is why I hadn't posted an entry in days. Too much distractions, too much pressures and I decided to back off and stayed home to recuperate. If it's not getting better, it's the Chiropractor time, baby.
Last Wednesday afternoon, I rode the Tram from 60th Street in Midtown to Roosevelt's Island! It was great seeing the Midtown's skyscrapers, despite the fact that the Tramway itself is brief ride!!
After the cookout, we went to Serendipity for its famous dessert, which is right off from the Tramway. It was great! The waiter is so cute. Mrs. W teased me that she touched him more than I do. *sigh*
Now on a serious note, I was mentioned in DC.IndyMedia.org, which is about what I said to a gay guy who wanted to be straight. Oy vey.
Anyway, I was checking the Haloscan comments and I was surprised to get an angry response from a girl named ... Licelot! Remember the name I told you guys that I thought was odd. She said that in Spanish, it should sound like "Lisalot". Honey, if it sounds like Lisalot, it should be Lisalot, not LICELOT, thank you very much and SKSK in your face.
R-
Last Wednesday afternoon, I rode the Tram from 60th Street in Midtown to Roosevelt's Island! It was great seeing the Midtown's skyscrapers, despite the fact that the Tramway itself is brief ride!!
After the cookout, we went to Serendipity for its famous dessert, which is right off from the Tramway. It was great! The waiter is so cute. Mrs. W teased me that she touched him more than I do. *sigh*
Now on a serious note, I was mentioned in DC.IndyMedia.org, which is about what I said to a gay guy who wanted to be straight. Oy vey.
Anyway, I was checking the Haloscan comments and I was surprised to get an angry response from a girl named ... Licelot! Remember the name I told you guys that I thought was odd. She said that in Spanish, it should sound like "Lisalot". Honey, if it sounds like Lisalot, it should be Lisalot, not LICELOT, thank you very much and SKSK in your face.
R-
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I Have No Right To Tell Them How To Live Their Lives!
Again, again and again, people needs to back off when it comes to abortions. It is woman's right to abort.
Many already proved that when it comes to the abortion, women did not do it without a major consideration. They did not abort 504 times just because. The doctors also advised that repeated abortions may have an impact on their uterus. So women are extremely careful when it comes to deciding things like that.
Men, Pope, and Bishops has no right to decide for women. Let it be a choice for women. After all, they do not get pregnant. Only women.
Ever noticed that the majority of pro-life are men. Of course, they want to control women. Wanted to tell them how to live their lives. How to do this, that and there. Because God said so. Because I said so. Because the Spirits said so. Fuck this.
It is not your business.
When I hear people saying, "I approve abortions if it was incest or rape." I'm like, whatever. Get a clue. It is not like that, the women still have the right to do whatever it wants to do with their bodies.
Until the day, men are capable of carrying babies, men has no right to decide nor talk about the abortion.
R-
Many already proved that when it comes to the abortion, women did not do it without a major consideration. They did not abort 504 times just because. The doctors also advised that repeated abortions may have an impact on their uterus. So women are extremely careful when it comes to deciding things like that.
Men, Pope, and Bishops has no right to decide for women. Let it be a choice for women. After all, they do not get pregnant. Only women.
Ever noticed that the majority of pro-life are men. Of course, they want to control women. Wanted to tell them how to live their lives. How to do this, that and there. Because God said so. Because I said so. Because the Spirits said so. Fuck this.
It is not your business.
When I hear people saying, "I approve abortions if it was incest or rape." I'm like, whatever. Get a clue. It is not like that, the women still have the right to do whatever it wants to do with their bodies.
Until the day, men are capable of carrying babies, men has no right to decide nor talk about the abortion.
R-
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
My Review of Amish In The City
For a long time, I thought I was the one who can be mean when I wanted to ... until I saw Kevan and Nick's behavior towards the Amish folks. That was humiliating. Perhaps, one day, I hope I have the chance to humiliate you, Kevan and Nick.
As for the sock slapping incident, I promise you that it will be one of most memorable scenario in the history of any reality shows. It will be documented as the most bizarre thing ever. Reese is just pitiful horny faggot.
The city kids lacked the compassion and dignity for others but themselves.
I thought Mose's hairy chest was absolutely stunning. Very sexy. I think Kevan, Nick and Reese are just typical clones of Abercrombie & Fitch crap who is obsessed with vanity. Shaved his hairy chest?
Mose's terrifying experience in the oceans was something that the city kids should not make fun of. It smacked off their stupidity and childish. When I was a kid, going to the beach for the first time was an overwhelmingly experience. My sisters warned me that the waves are pretty rough. And that I should keep an eye on it. I approached it with a cautious tone. So when the waves hits my knees, I fell. Of course, I was shocked. But I was prepared for that.
The city kids never warned the Amish folks about that. To me, that demonstrated the lack of compassion and empathy.
I am rooting for the Amish folks to perform well in the next 9 showings.
God, I knew if I have a role on The Osbournes with Sharon, the government will step in to censor it because what I am capable of bringing the most outrageous people on the show that could shatter millions of people's lives. That would be nice, I can always dream ... !
R-
As for the sock slapping incident, I promise you that it will be one of most memorable scenario in the history of any reality shows. It will be documented as the most bizarre thing ever. Reese is just pitiful horny faggot.
The city kids lacked the compassion and dignity for others but themselves.
I thought Mose's hairy chest was absolutely stunning. Very sexy. I think Kevan, Nick and Reese are just typical clones of Abercrombie & Fitch crap who is obsessed with vanity. Shaved his hairy chest?
Mose's terrifying experience in the oceans was something that the city kids should not make fun of. It smacked off their stupidity and childish. When I was a kid, going to the beach for the first time was an overwhelmingly experience. My sisters warned me that the waves are pretty rough. And that I should keep an eye on it. I approached it with a cautious tone. So when the waves hits my knees, I fell. Of course, I was shocked. But I was prepared for that.
The city kids never warned the Amish folks about that. To me, that demonstrated the lack of compassion and empathy.
I am rooting for the Amish folks to perform well in the next 9 showings.
God, I knew if I have a role on The Osbournes with Sharon, the government will step in to censor it because what I am capable of bringing the most outrageous people on the show that could shatter millions of people's lives. That would be nice, I can always dream ... !
R-
They Branded Me As ...
According to the game on the Internet, I am a Left Wing Communist, much to Kurzz's delight.
Have fun playing this game: Love In War
Anyway, here is another subject that I am not afraid to hit on -- I watched Something's Gotta Give on DVD last weekend. It is about an elderly couple who fell in love with each other, but the problem is that the male (Jack Nicholson) is used to be a womanizer with a taste for young women. At one point, the female character (Diane Keaton) was upset with the male character for doing this to her.
The male character was very honest and straightforward, "The truth is, I just ... I don't know how to be a boyfriend."
*rimshot*
That clicked with me. Honestly, I do not know how to be a boyfriend. I had been single for a long time, I dated a little. When I was in love with someone else, we were very secretive and we treated it like "best friends". It was very confusing, come to think of that experience.
So when Jonathan pursued me, I admitted that I'm flattered but at the same time, bit afraid of this because I simply do not know how to be a boyfriend.
R-
Have fun playing this game: Love In War
Anyway, here is another subject that I am not afraid to hit on -- I watched Something's Gotta Give on DVD last weekend. It is about an elderly couple who fell in love with each other, but the problem is that the male (Jack Nicholson) is used to be a womanizer with a taste for young women. At one point, the female character (Diane Keaton) was upset with the male character for doing this to her.
The male character was very honest and straightforward, "The truth is, I just ... I don't know how to be a boyfriend."
*rimshot*
That clicked with me. Honestly, I do not know how to be a boyfriend. I had been single for a long time, I dated a little. When I was in love with someone else, we were very secretive and we treated it like "best friends". It was very confusing, come to think of that experience.
So when Jonathan pursued me, I admitted that I'm flattered but at the same time, bit afraid of this because I simply do not know how to be a boyfriend.
R-
In Spring, 1986
When I was 12 years old, my father took me to a store named A&N in Chester, Virginia. He told me that since I am approaching 13, I need to use the wallet.
"Because you are going to be a man."
I stared at Dad and muttered, "Oh. But Dad, I tried yours one time -- when I tried to sit down, I felt out of balance because it is so thick ... it bothered me!"
Dad shrugged, "Nonsense, you will get used to it. You have to have it because someday, you will get a license, bankcard, all important stuff that you need to carry with you for a lifetime. You just have to do that."
"But I do not like the wallet! Mom has it much easier, carrying the purse then toss it away when she gets home. You do not."
Dad said, "I always toss my wallet in the bedroom, that is why you do not see it. Deanna always left hers in a place for the world to see. That is her, but not me."
I sighed. Then we pranced around to see the assortments of wallets. Some leather, some colorful, some cool, some lame ... I was purely indecisive and I was not sure what to choose.
Dad said, "Just take one -- stop wasting our times, the wallet is not meant to be show off, it will be hidden in your pocket where nobody can see it. No big deal, just take one."
I looked at him, then at wallets. I was still indecisive. Dad was impatient and grabbed one wallet that has two colors: Orange and black. Dad bought it for me and gave it to me, "You wear it from now on. Go in the minivan, now." I sighed and looked at the wallet.
Today, I still have the same wallet. It is falling apart and I am still indecisive about the next wallet.
*sigh*
R-
"Because you are going to be a man."
I stared at Dad and muttered, "Oh. But Dad, I tried yours one time -- when I tried to sit down, I felt out of balance because it is so thick ... it bothered me!"
Dad shrugged, "Nonsense, you will get used to it. You have to have it because someday, you will get a license, bankcard, all important stuff that you need to carry with you for a lifetime. You just have to do that."
"But I do not like the wallet! Mom has it much easier, carrying the purse then toss it away when she gets home. You do not."
Dad said, "I always toss my wallet in the bedroom, that is why you do not see it. Deanna always left hers in a place for the world to see. That is her, but not me."
I sighed. Then we pranced around to see the assortments of wallets. Some leather, some colorful, some cool, some lame ... I was purely indecisive and I was not sure what to choose.
Dad said, "Just take one -- stop wasting our times, the wallet is not meant to be show off, it will be hidden in your pocket where nobody can see it. No big deal, just take one."
I looked at him, then at wallets. I was still indecisive. Dad was impatient and grabbed one wallet that has two colors: Orange and black. Dad bought it for me and gave it to me, "You wear it from now on. Go in the minivan, now." I sighed and looked at the wallet.
Today, I still have the same wallet. It is falling apart and I am still indecisive about the next wallet.
*sigh*
R-
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