Nearing 50,000! The blog is approaching 50,000 visits with already over 80,000 views. Nice, nice. Thanks, guys. Obviously, I did something right. Poor little McWeenie has no life -- picking up only 2,000 visits. Hey, YOU get a life. I already did.
Guess Who Is The Director? This is joke. I just learned this today. Why did Gallaudet choose him as the Director of Multicultural Diversity is beyond me! This guy terrorized every minority possible -- especially women and gays! Guess who is now the Director of MD -- Dorian Yanke! Let's see how sensitive Dorian will be when a closeted gay person comes to him -- I'm willing to bet that this particular sensitive guy will jump off the building right after seeing Dorian.
Disgruntled New Yorker: Read this -- it is hilarious. Sometimes I feel like that. So New York!
What Animals are Gays Similar To? Today, Surdus and I loitered about what kind of animal that gays can be compared with? He said it has to be roaches! When he explained the reasons, I agreed with him completely. Roaches eats anything. So does gays. When roaches are big, people scream. When gay men has big dicks, gay men scream as well. They fucked too much, are dirty and disgusting at times. IMpossible to get rid of. And last, they are fittingly called Cockroaches!
The Incredibles! Saw it today. Great movie for all ages, for all groups. Maybe except for folks in The South since it does not cover incest and biblical stories, really, eh?
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Another Reason Why The South Is Dumb
This happened in Northwest Alabama, the same state that banned gays from marrying, banned anyone from owning the sexual toys. The same state where the State Senator advocated to bury the books that talked about gays.
The same state that created this particular Fucktard -- the same gal who lived in Iowa then moved to Florida.
Enjoy the article, thanks to PikeSpeak!
Certainly not my thing to do. Ugh.
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The same state that created this particular Fucktard -- the same gal who lived in Iowa then moved to Florida.
Enjoy the article, thanks to PikeSpeak!
Certainly not my thing to do. Ugh.
R-
Reminder for Bitch Session IV
Bitch Session IV:Deadline is this weekend -- so fire me away with your Bitch Sessions. I'm SO ready for this.
Here Is The Proof: The little gnat, McCock claimed that he did not copy my ideas for his blogsite. If you looked at articles, he often reads my blog entries then talk about it. He thinks he's that smart. Bleech. He challenged me to prove it. I chose not to. Well, I talked about the Oklahoma City Bombing. Then he brought it up a day later, I quickly pointed that out. He denied as always. Then I made fun of him. Suddenly, he decided to ban me from commenting anything -- which is fine with me -- he claimed that I repeatedly insulted him -- in fact, I only commented *twice*. First, to point the entry out that he copied my idea -- second, to make fun of his dead, mangled cousin who is rotting six feet under the cold ground. That's it. Waaah, fucktard!
I Guess I Will Die Of Pancreatic Cancer! Some of you guys knew that I love Hot Dogs. Yesterday, before entering Columbia University, I ate two Hot Dogs from the corner stand. Mmmmm! Hot Dogs rock!
Confidential to Adamo: Anyday, honey, anyday!
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Here Is The Proof: The little gnat, McCock claimed that he did not copy my ideas for his blogsite. If you looked at articles, he often reads my blog entries then talk about it. He thinks he's that smart. Bleech. He challenged me to prove it. I chose not to. Well, I talked about the Oklahoma City Bombing. Then he brought it up a day later, I quickly pointed that out. He denied as always. Then I made fun of him. Suddenly, he decided to ban me from commenting anything -- which is fine with me -- he claimed that I repeatedly insulted him -- in fact, I only commented *twice*. First, to point the entry out that he copied my idea -- second, to make fun of his dead, mangled cousin who is rotting six feet under the cold ground. That's it. Waaah, fucktard!
I Guess I Will Die Of Pancreatic Cancer! Some of you guys knew that I love Hot Dogs. Yesterday, before entering Columbia University, I ate two Hot Dogs from the corner stand. Mmmmm! Hot Dogs rock!
Confidential to Adamo: Anyday, honey, anyday!
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Best and Worst Times of Queen in DC
A couple of pictures from a dear friend of mine in the District -- whom I took the liberty of adding words to the pictures.
Merritt was chosen as the one of the Top Quirky Dressers by a sorority at Gallaudet -- which does not faze me at all -- he has billions of clothes to choose from for any kind of events that you might have in mind, he'll simply shock everyone else in the process.
That's Merritt. Congratulations, Merritt.
Cheers,
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Merritt was chosen as the one of the Top Quirky Dressers by a sorority at Gallaudet -- which does not faze me at all -- he has billions of clothes to choose from for any kind of events that you might have in mind, he'll simply shock everyone else in the process.
That's Merritt. Congratulations, Merritt.
Cheers,
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Guess Who's Visiting Gallaudet?
I was informed by a close friend of mine that Princess Mathilde of Belgium has chosen Gallaudet as one of three places she wanted to visit when she is in Washington, DC on Thursday, April 21, 2005.
Princess Mathilde of Belgium
That is nice. Until I found the reason why she chose Gallaudet University -- according to this website, she studied Speech Therapy at the Institute of Marie-Haps, teaching people how to bark with their voices.
Too bad, she'll hear lots of gibberish shouts at Gallaudet tomorrow. That's OK -- entirely a culture shock for her. Good for her.
You know, she is not the only royal ever to visit Gallaudet. After all, Gallaudet has its own hordes of Queens from day one. Look at moi, Merritt, Witch, Litch, Manny, Kitch, Vess, Rayni and many more. Of course, I sit on the top of all, I am The Empress! I have yet to let go of my royal title to the appropriate one. Perhaps I will because I have to, in a short time. And the rest are just ... Queen Bees that I allowed to fight amongst each other.
But it is always cordial to welcome anyone else on the campus -- then let them know that it is us who ruled Gallaudet. ;-)
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That is nice. Until I found the reason why she chose Gallaudet University -- according to this website, she studied Speech Therapy at the Institute of Marie-Haps, teaching people how to bark with their voices.
Too bad, she'll hear lots of gibberish shouts at Gallaudet tomorrow. That's OK -- entirely a culture shock for her. Good for her.
You know, she is not the only royal ever to visit Gallaudet. After all, Gallaudet has its own hordes of Queens from day one. Look at moi, Merritt, Witch, Litch, Manny, Kitch, Vess, Rayni and many more. Of course, I sit on the top of all, I am The Empress! I have yet to let go of my royal title to the appropriate one. Perhaps I will because I have to, in a short time. And the rest are just ... Queen Bees that I allowed to fight amongst each other.
But it is always cordial to welcome anyone else on the campus -- then let them know that it is us who ruled Gallaudet. ;-)
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More Xian Nuts To Report, Don't I?
Chicago, IL -- Xian Nuts are on the loose and they claimed that they saw the image of Virgin Mary by the highway's underpass! This is hilarious, the End is coming! Be like Lummings and hop off the cliff!
This reminded me of Xian nuts going amok in Clearwater, Florida few years ago after seeing this image on some office window after some cleaners mixed wrong chemicals!
More on the Nazi Pope: South Africa's Anglician Bishop Desmond Tutu said that the new Pope is out of touch with the world's progress. In other words, he was saying that he's old fart. Same thing came from the new Pope's older brother who said he's old fart. Sort of.
Update! I got an email from the guy I liked. We are ... let's say ... talking. I think.
Went to Columbia University today to observe the class where Ratie, Jody and Perlis are attending for their graduate studies. Had a lengthy conversation with different people -- bumped into Maria, the wild girl of New York -- she reminded me to come down to Nowhere Bar on 14 Street on Friday night for her birthday bash party.
Gee, when will it ever end?
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This reminded me of Xian nuts going amok in Clearwater, Florida few years ago after seeing this image on some office window after some cleaners mixed wrong chemicals!
More on the Nazi Pope: South Africa's Anglician Bishop Desmond Tutu said that the new Pope is out of touch with the world's progress. In other words, he was saying that he's old fart. Same thing came from the new Pope's older brother who said he's old fart. Sort of.
Update! I got an email from the guy I liked. We are ... let's say ... talking. I think.
Went to Columbia University today to observe the class where Ratie, Jody and Perlis are attending for their graduate studies. Had a lengthy conversation with different people -- bumped into Maria, the wild girl of New York -- she reminded me to come down to Nowhere Bar on 14 Street on Friday night for her birthday bash party.
Gee, when will it ever end?
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
What A Surprise!
I got an email from Jen, the CODA gal whom I worked for at PBS Online when I was at Gallaudet. She said that she googled her name and it got to my blog. Whee. And what's odd ... I tried to google her name as well. I could not find where she found the blogsite.
But that's OK. She's doing great. Still at PBS, bought a home on some Wisteria Lane in some Pleasantville. More power to her, but not for me. Unless I'm married. Or taken. Or whatever.
Ahh, she better try to keep in touch with me from now on. Same with her sistah, Wendy!
Basically, what happened last night is bit bizarre. A guy I bumped into at The Cock Bar, he accused me that I am not Deaf. I tried to convince him that I'm Deaf, he doubted. It took a well-known DJ who knew ASL to intervene and made it clear in a firm voice (or yell?) to that guy that I am indeed Deaf. It was weird to see a DJ defending a deaf person against the hearing guy who insisted that I faked my deafness.
Then shortly, I met another guy ... who knew ASL. He was on my butt all night long. He wanted to interpret for me despite the fact that I told him not to and to leave me alone! I told him that I do not need his help -- so when one guy and I flirted each other, by God, this ASL-wannabe interrupted frequently to a point where one of them suggested that we ... go home together.
Yes, we went home together because this guy I liked insisted that I go with him, but it did not work out well because I don't want this ASL wannabe in on with me and this guy -- it was too awkward to deal with. Somehow, this ASL-wannabe was badmouthing about this guy to me (I suspected he did it so I freak out then he can have him), the other guy cussed at this wannabe -- I still do not know what exactly happened. So ... tempers flared. Later, the wannabe told me that he told the other guy, "You're pompous."
You see, I like this guy. I do not like for anyone who just learned ASL to interfere and want to help me around -- to top it all, I do NOT like for him to follow me around! I do not like for him to make these awkward propositions for us all. I just want two -- me and this guy. I tried to discourage him to get lost -- he was adamant to be with us. Even this guy, initially, was willing to let him join -- I gave the hints that I only wanted two of us.
It was getting brighter and brighter in the morning -- I told 'em that I am leaving, they were still arguing about the insults, I believe.
So basically, the night was ruined, I think. I liked this guy, I knew he does. I can see the excitement in his eyes, but gee, thanks to that fucker ASL-wannabe, I do not think I'll ever hear from him again (he swears that he will email). It is kinda bizarre -- It was my first time to deal with a hearing guy who INSISTED to be around with me all night long because he liked both of us. I do not ... find him attractive, I just wanted him to go away. Even few friends of mine tried to tell him to fuck off, he kept on telling that he knew ASL. I told him to keep his two feet away from me -- he kept on shovhing and rubbing on me or this guy. I had to push him gently to tell him that it's not nice.
God. What a 'tard. I think it was the first time that I could not get rid of someone else in a short time. He literally won the prize in the end, I think. I gave it away to him. I can't handle this, certainly not two guys on my hands. Ugh.
Happy, Michelley?
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But that's OK. She's doing great. Still at PBS, bought a home on some Wisteria Lane in some Pleasantville. More power to her, but not for me. Unless I'm married. Or taken. Or whatever.
Ahh, she better try to keep in touch with me from now on. Same with her sistah, Wendy!
Basically, what happened last night is bit bizarre. A guy I bumped into at The Cock Bar, he accused me that I am not Deaf. I tried to convince him that I'm Deaf, he doubted. It took a well-known DJ who knew ASL to intervene and made it clear in a firm voice (or yell?) to that guy that I am indeed Deaf. It was weird to see a DJ defending a deaf person against the hearing guy who insisted that I faked my deafness.
Then shortly, I met another guy ... who knew ASL. He was on my butt all night long. He wanted to interpret for me despite the fact that I told him not to and to leave me alone! I told him that I do not need his help -- so when one guy and I flirted each other, by God, this ASL-wannabe interrupted frequently to a point where one of them suggested that we ... go home together.
Yes, we went home together because this guy I liked insisted that I go with him, but it did not work out well because I don't want this ASL wannabe in on with me and this guy -- it was too awkward to deal with. Somehow, this ASL-wannabe was badmouthing about this guy to me (I suspected he did it so I freak out then he can have him), the other guy cussed at this wannabe -- I still do not know what exactly happened. So ... tempers flared. Later, the wannabe told me that he told the other guy, "You're pompous."
You see, I like this guy. I do not like for anyone who just learned ASL to interfere and want to help me around -- to top it all, I do NOT like for him to follow me around! I do not like for him to make these awkward propositions for us all. I just want two -- me and this guy. I tried to discourage him to get lost -- he was adamant to be with us. Even this guy, initially, was willing to let him join -- I gave the hints that I only wanted two of us.
It was getting brighter and brighter in the morning -- I told 'em that I am leaving, they were still arguing about the insults, I believe.
So basically, the night was ruined, I think. I liked this guy, I knew he does. I can see the excitement in his eyes, but gee, thanks to that fucker ASL-wannabe, I do not think I'll ever hear from him again (he swears that he will email). It is kinda bizarre -- It was my first time to deal with a hearing guy who INSISTED to be around with me all night long because he liked both of us. I do not ... find him attractive, I just wanted him to go away. Even few friends of mine tried to tell him to fuck off, he kept on telling that he knew ASL. I told him to keep his two feet away from me -- he kept on shovhing and rubbing on me or this guy. I had to push him gently to tell him that it's not nice.
God. What a 'tard. I think it was the first time that I could not get rid of someone else in a short time. He literally won the prize in the end, I think. I gave it away to him. I can't handle this, certainly not two guys on my hands. Ugh.
Happy, Michelley?
R-
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