Think About This

The poster on that wall reads:

"We only sell reading materials that won't offend or upset anyone."

Truer words were never spoken, Wiley!

Basically, I try to live by the concept that I cannot write an entry that will not offend anyone else. Sometimes I will have to offend someone else in order to make the mass laugh or snicker at. That is the beauty of blogging, my love.

R-

Few Questions

I enjoyed drinking Elements Beverages, at times. When you unlock the cap on the bottle, you'll have an opportunity to see a question that makes you smile then drink some.

The question is often found under the cap itself. Today, I got two of them:

1. If a stranger gave you $500 and asked you to donate it to charity, would you?

2. Why doesn't a husband take his wife's last name upon marriage?

This is legitimate questions -- fire away with your thoughts.

R-

Looking At Myself In The Mirror

I stared at my mirror last night. I noticed something new. I lacked the "fat roll" on my neck, you know when you press your head down to your neck, the skin burst into a roll. I absolutely *hated* that. I noticed that I have ... very little fat roll on my neck. That has to be good news for me. I checked the weight today. I actually lost a lot. But I am not going to mention on my blog. Never will. I do not want to give my enemies plenty of ammunition to attack me in the open fields.

My back pains just disappeared after I popped some 200 mgs of Ibuprofen. Praise the Lord!

Watched the Saturday Night Live last night with Kelly Ripa, must be one of these repeats, but her doing the advertisement with the hair product to dye was priceless. Apparently, the hair products has crack cocaine as one of ingredients to dye a hairdo. Kelly said that she has 2 children, a husband and 3 jobs. And she's doing OK. Thanks to the hair product with crack cocaine in it, she is always on the go and able to keep up with what she has been doing so far. That was funny.

Otherwise, I had a good sleep last night. It is August, but the sleep was great. The climate during the night was ... about 65 which is strange at this time of the year in Manhattan. Well, make the best use of it.

For some reasons, I lost the motivation of going out to bars these days. They are going to be there all the time, I can come back but right now, I'm not interested. Maybe I'm too tired to deal with people these days.

R-

"I No Longer ... "

My cousin forwarded me this e-mail that I enjoyed it tremendously few months ago and was going to post it on my blog eventually. I am always annoyed when people send me the chain emails. These stuff that said, "You must send it to 5 people or you'll have bad luck for the rest of your life." That really made me roll my eyes all the time, then click the "delete" to flush it down the toilet. But it always came back with many stupid ideas. You try to flush them all, it comes back for more.

So when my cousin Mary sent this to me, I grinned. This is cool e-mail. Enjoy.

R-

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To all my friends and family, Thank you for making me safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy by sending me your chain letters over the last year.

Because of your concern:

I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer golf since alligators will swallow you whole.

I no longer go to movies because I could sit on a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could get pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer pump my own gas for fear of being pricked by a needle also infected with AIDS.

I no longer use my Budweiser Frogs screen saver because it is actually a virus.

I no longer use cancer causing deodorants even though I smell like a wet dog on a hot day.

I no longer park in parking lots because some one will assault me and steal my car.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaida in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat pre-packaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer look at the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer have a cell phone but that will change once I receive my new Ericcson phone.

I no longer have any sneakers but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl about to die in the hospital for the 1,000th time.

I no longer have any money but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me since I participated in their special e-mail program.

I want to thank all of you soooooooo much!! for looking out for me! Now, if you DON'T send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 pm this afternoon.

"Oh, really? He'll cope."

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-

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-

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-