Saturday, March 26, 2005

Tried This, Never Will Try Again

Today, I decided that I needed a haircut since the thick hair on the back of my skull made it difficult for me to sleep well. So after talking with Perlis about having a haircut, I decided to risk myself to a local barber shop which I can see that it is full of hispanic folks. Perlis said they're not "that" bad, but it's alright.

I thought that it'd be a good experience to get a haircut from different places. So I went around the block to a local barber shop. When I entered the premise, the folks who worked there seemed to be stunned that a caucasian with thick hair is in their shop. One taller African American barber asked me by voice, I gestured that I'm Deaf. He gestured, "Cut?" I nodded, he smiled and was bit puzzled but told me to sit.

This is obviously a Dominican Republic-style barber shop -- everyone practically shouted at each other. Even the workers' kids run rampant around the shop. That was OK with me. I wrote down on the paper pad, asking the barber that I'd like my sides to be trimmed as much as a half-inch and that the top of my head has to remain more than 1 or 2 inch long.

Gave it to the same African American barber, he is big -- kinda intimidating but you can tell that he is bit goofy and jolly. He reads it and nodded. Shortly, he ordered me to sit down.

I felt something is wrong with it as he buzzed the cutter machine (Don't know how to spell it, though!) against the skin of my right side. I was stunned when he pulled off, it is not half-inch, it is practically hairless! I panicked and told him to give me the paper pad and pointed to the instruction -- he wrote one word: Mushroom!

Oh, fuck. Then he threw the paper pad over on the counter and gestured me to be quiet. I grimaced. He totally buzzed all sides. I could not believe it -- I growled, he pulled off and said in very condescending tone with a gesture to silence me and implied that he knew his job and for me to be quiet.

After 25 minutes of destroying my hair, I was speechless. I looked like 4 years old kid, Hairless on all sides, but 1 1/2 inch on the top -- practically making me a "mushroom" guy. I paid him for his service, no tip. Fuck him. I walked back home, people were staring at me. I felt so stupid.

Perlis saw it and was horrified and said, "I don't like this -- you have to do it again tomorrow!"

I intend to. I may end up looking a jarhead by the end of Easter Sunday, anyway! Sempfer Fi!

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Karma, Dharma, Pudding And Pie

Perlis showed this to me today and I liked it. She said that her grandmother gave it to her. Enjoy this.

R-

* * *

O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,
gimme a break before I die:
grant me wisdom, will & wit,
purity, probity, pluck & grit.
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,
gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,
and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice --
these little blessings would suffice
to beget an earthly paradise:
make the bad people good --
make the good people nice;
and before our world goes over the brink,
teach the believers how to think.

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The Trip to Staten Island

Perlis asked me few days ago whether if I wanted to go to Staten Island Club of the Deaf (SICD) for some concert on Friday night. I immediately said yes, mainly because I want to know what the famed SICD is all about.

The parties are sort of legendary at SICD. Granted that last night was not bona fide party of all times but it was good to be home.

The last time I entered the club of the deaf was in Shenandoah Valley in Staunton, Virginia. My father used to be the President of Richmond Club of the Deaf before it folded in Downtown Richmond. So many funny things happened in the place.

Last night, Perlis and I met Kaybee and Regan at the Battery Park Ferry Terminal to catch the ferry to Staten Island (FYI to Non-NYCers, the ferry to Staten Island is *free*). The boat took us from Manhattan to Staten Island -- the view of Manhattan is magnificent. It is amazing to see the island being constructed by men.

The last time I stepped on Staten Island was in '03 when I drove through the island to settle down in Brooklyn. So it was interesting to browse through the island to the destination.

I recognized few familiar faces. Since there was a concert, most hearing people came to the SICD (most are sign-wannabes, but don't worry, I did not hack their hands off). I had a good time chatting with people -- it brought the memories of oldtimes with Richmond and Shenandoah Valley. I was bit buzzed.

Of course, every deaf club always has one or two bizarre incidents all the time. I actually saw the President of SICD chatting with a female. That guy is so disgusting but that does not stop the girl from giggling or condemning him. He said, "YOU HAVE NICE BOOBS, ME HAVE ONE TOO. LOOK AT IT!"

He actually pointed at his breasts to prove that he has it as well. I could not believe it. The girl giggled and lightly slapped on the guy's hands as he roared with heavy fits of laughter. I'm like, gross. Gross.

I saw one cute guy -- probably not smart -- yin-yang thing. Smart, ugly looks. Dumb, cute looks. U know these things. He is cute, but it was difficult to talk with him. Oh, well. Saw another cute guy that I refused to introduce myself so ... I had someone to divulge me the information about him. I was disappointed. He's married, has two kids. But again, this is New York City. One can play at this occasionally.

Stefan, a guy from Romania which some of you knew him from MSSD who led me, kaybee, Perlis and Regan to the ferry terminal and all of us split to our places. Perlis and I got home at 430 AM.

I told the bartender at SICD, "This is my first time to be here in SICD. I really enjoyed this very much. Good memories of my oldtimes in Richmond and Staunton. You can bet that it won't be the last time I ever come to SICD." He smiled and grabbed me for a bearhug. You know the rough thing that does with the hug by straight men? They seemed to love this shit. Scared me silly, but warm enough. Thanks for a wonderful night.

FagPatriot Is Gone! My friends, FagPatriot has resigned from writing on his blog and turned it over to GayPatriotWest. Reason? Nobody really knew but someone said that FagPatriot wrote an entry along with two pictures of John Aravosis, the owner of AMERICAblog.org, and Mike Rogers, the owner of blogACTIVE.com, and branded them as terrorists. Apparently, they responded with a force that caused FagPatriot to resign from doing anything else on his blog. God bless John and Mike. Thank you for getting rid of FagPatriot.

The lesson of this incident: Do Not Fuck With John or Mike!

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Thursday, March 24, 2005

I Never Thought I'd Mention This University!

Category: Sports

In the NCAA Women's Basketball Tournament, Liberty University reached the Sweet Sixteen for the first time in its history as well as the first time in the history of Big South Conference. Big South Conference is not big-time conference like Southeastern, Big Ten, Atlantic Coast or Big East. I believe it is the first time that a team from Big South (men's or women's) that ever advanced to the Sweet Sixteen of the tournament.

Liberty University was founded by Jerry Falwell, the right-wing religious, conservative and Republican nut who terrorized, blasted and destroyed many people's lives in the name of Jesus Christ. The only person that truly defied him was Larry Flynt.

However, back to the sport, it is ironic that Liberty was not able to beat Virginia, Virginia Tech, Old Dominion and Richmond during the regular season -- these teams are in the same state with Liberty. And all four teams bowed out of the tournament in the first and second rounds but Liberty sprinted ahead to face No. 1 Louisiana State.

There are some inside jokes about Liberty's close ties to Christianity. They beat Penn State Lions, 78-70 and Depaul Blue Demons, 88-79. Some joked that Christians beat Lions and Demons, just like in the Bible! Jeez.

I wonder if the Bible has something about the Tigers which is the mascot of Louisiana State? Anyone know anything about it?

I must admit that Liberty was lucky to have a player who discovered her confidence in herself. Katie Feenstra, a 6'8 post player who is also big, fat chick. When I say, "big, fat chick" -- I meant in a good compliment. She is not a pencil, she is not thin. She is big. For a long time, she seemed to wither against the stronger teams outside of Big South Conference. But after seeing her play against Penn State and DePaul, she was virtually unstoppable. Just pass the ball to her, she'll hold the ball above everyone and turn towards the basket and shoot over the post players. Nobody can really push her or knock her down. She's big enough to whack Sonny Wasilowski's favorite player, Janel McCarville.

So with the perfect timing of discovering her confidence, Liberty sprinted to its first Sweet Sixteeen appearance.

I'm glad for Katie Feenstra, Kristal Tharp, Rima Margeviciute and Daina Staugaitiene because they deserved it. But they played for wrong school. For God's sake, Liberty is Falwell's training school for X-ian nuts!

R-

Once In A While

When you own a blog, you try to entertain the readers and keep things going to feed the readers. It is nature to expand and experiment different things.

I noticed that some blogs are starting to have "guest blogging", which means the owner will invite other bloggers to write stuff on the owner's blog. Often, the blogger invited another blogger. But this time, I am trying to do something different. Instead of picking a blogger to do the guest blogging, I choose the reader to do the dirty works.

So this time, I chose McFly. Congratulations.

Reminder! The deadline for Bitch Session III is March 25. That is tomorrow. I got few ones. So fire away to Ridor9th@gmail.com if you want to bitch at anyone else, including me.

R-

Got Tagged so I Had To Do This

I got tagged. So I gotta do this.

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? All fanatics books that does nothing but harm the society.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Yes. It was a comic book character, does it counts? His name is Mordru. You can see him on the top right of my blog.

The last book you bought is: Er ... I usually traded ... the last time I actually bought the book is: The Serbs by Tim Judah

The last book you read: Er ... the book about Alex Kelly. I forgot the title of the book. It talked about the high school student who raped few girls then escaped the authorities with his parents' help and had a good time for a decade in Europe, skiing in the Alps.

What are you currently reading? Treason by Ann Coulter -- what a torture.

Five books you would take to a deserted island.

1. The Cartoon History of the Universe Vol. 1 - 7 by Larry Gonick
2. The Cartoon History of the Universe Vol. 8 - 13 by Larry Gonick
3. An Underground Life by Gad Beck
4. Pedro and Me by Judd Winick
5. Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer

Who are you going to pass this to and why?

1. kaybee of Urban vs. Rural because she has tons of books that I want to read but I only borrowed only once.

2. Shane of Happily Stuck In Ithaca because he is cute, sweet, smart and I'm curious to see what kind of books he is reading.

3. Alex of XanderNaro because he's hot, young and I'm wondering what stuff does he likes to read?

4. Rayni of Raynidays because she's wacky, fabulous and funny.

And yeah, last one: 5. DefBef of Hearing People Suck because she loves to read books, and I'm wondering what is the current one she's now reading?

Mastercard's Priceless Moment

This was posted on Al-Jazeera.com and thanks to BoiFromTroy.com that talked about it recently. I got a kick out of this.

The United Nations Security Council had a meeting and the Al-Jazeera took a picture of this.

Can you guys figure out what is wrong with this picture?

Look around and try to win the No-Prize Award. The winner gets to caption this picture.

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What To Caption This?


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