Only A Week To Go

Next week on Tuesday, July 19, the RAD 2005 Conference will begin in Washington, DC. I will be there to greet old friends, perhaps make new friends. Oh, yeah, probably will lose some friends as well. And yeah, some will antagonize me.

My greatest concern is that the conference seemed to destine for a so-so event or a flop one. I heard that there is a small turnout for RAD 2005 registration, but a large numbers of attendees who will only select few ones. I plan to be one of attendees that will select few ones. That's it.

The CMRA Committee, especially with Chairman Bill Terrell and Co-Chairman Ricky Drake did an outstanding job in alienating and antagonizing many people who asked for information on different things such as workshops, art & film shows, booths, parties, change of hotel and the counter numbers of RAD participants.

The whole purpose of the conference is to market and get everyone who is Deaf (insert Hard of Hearing if you want to go PC on me, hon) GLBTs and interested hearing people to come to the conference. It is clear that the RAD 2005 Conference decidedly failed at this when they decided to berate, challenge, criticize and attacked the people that tried to bring up the questions regarding the conference.

It is only 7 days left, there is no information on what kind of workshops and SIGs for the week. These are stuff that I am interested in but too bad, they fucked it up.

It was reported that several persons are boycotting the conference and is planning to encourage the attendees to boycott as well. It was said that some CMRA members already accused me of ruining the conference. Of course, they realized that they truly fucked it, they decided to point at me who stood up for the ones that got victimized by their antics.

Let's see how it turns out next week. Of course, I shall live-blog each night with tidbits of what is happening at the conference. Of course, pictures are guaranteed.

I'll reunite with some old friends like Rico from The Netherlands, Adrian from Toronto, Alex Young, Jennifer Furlano (that girl better be there or else!), Ricky Dockter and his Company from Tacoma, Washington. That is not all, they are one of few ones that I expect to see in the District by then.

Oh, yeah, look at the picture, it is travesty to know that Bill Terrell once competed in Miss RAD Pageant as Miss Billie Tara in 1995 and *actually* won the competition.

This Is Priceless: Check this out.

Hat tip to Magatsu for this.

Cheers,

R-

Republican & Conservative Bloggers ... Silent

When it was exposed that Karl Rove was the culrpit who leaked the identity of Valerie Plame which Judith Miller was willing to uphold her journalistic beliefs.

Let's hold this a second, please. It was GW Bush who said that he will fire anyone in White House who leaked the identity to the media.

It was also GW Bush and his cronies who heckled John Kerry for "flip-flopping".

This time, it turned out that GW Bush's top advisor was the one who leaked the identity to the media. GW Bush "flip-flopped" the whole thing and went mum on the subject. Scott McCLellan, the stupid guy at White House, is stammering around the reporters who are killing him on the spot.

It is interesting to note that Republicans & Conservative (some libertarians who defended GW Bush as well) bloggers has been silent on this subject:

LimeShit: Nothing
FagPatriot: Nothing
Instapundit: Nothing (bits but did not make a comment)
BoiFromTroy: Nothing, if not for WannaBeALeader who hijacked and put the entry in it
McWeenie: Nothing
Rhymes With Right: Nothing
AnotherFagRepublican: Nothing
A Stitch In Haste: Nothing
North Dallas Thirty: Nothing

They made a big deal about Kerry's flip-floppings -- but what about themselves? You know what? The Conservatives and Republicans loved to accuse, accuse and accuse. But when they fucked it up, they try to bury, ignore or stammer their way out.

Goes on to tell what kind of person they can be.

R-

I Daresay ...

I dare to say that I will never be punk'd by Ashton Kutcher -- I really loved his creativity -- but too bad, I'm not famous enough to qualify. One day, it won't surprise me that Ashton would pull this on Tyrone Giordano! If they do, GET ME. I'd love to do it to him. It'd be hysterical.

And wanna read how dumbfuck hearing people can be? Check this out! This reminded me of a hearing acquaintenance that lives several blocks from my home back in high school days. He was shocked that I had a driver's license. He said, "YOU CAN'T DRIVE! YOU CAN'T HEAR!"

I was pissed off and I grabbed his newspapers and covered it on his car's windshield -- then shoved him in the driver's seat. Then I joined him as well. I told him to drive. He refused. I told him, "USE YOUR EARS TO DRIVE! DO IT! I DARE YOU!" He got the message but he was shaken when I provoked him. He profusely apologized afterwards.

Hat tip to Wham Bam for this. I nearly pissed in my pants reading this!

R-

Deaf Schools = Hogwarts?

I once took a course under Dr. Arlene B. Kelly and the course was DST 201 Deaf Culture. It was stimulating course with lots of questions (dumb and intelligent, of course) from the students regarding the "cultural issues".

It was fun. Then one time, between me and Dr. Kelly, she mentioned that she is quite fond of Harry Potter series. Of course, in few days, J.K. Rowlings will unveil her sixth book of Harry Potter series, I thought it is time that I revealed what Dr. Arlene Kelly and I talked about it ... related to Deaf Culture.

She said that there are many comparisons that can be compared between deaf schools and Harry Potter's Hogwarts School. I never thought of that. Dr. Kelly said, if you look at Muggles and non-Muggles ... you can translate that into hearing people and Deaf people. There are non-Muggles living with Muggles, just like Deaf living with hearing parents. Many sent their non-Muggles to Hogwarts, just like many sent to Deaf schools.

If you recall the first movie of Harry Potter when the boats took the students on to Hogwarts School, the students were set back when they saw the massive campus of Hogwarts. This happened to me when I was first thrusted to VSDB when I was 5, I was set back by its massive campus when I saw the campus when Dad drove down the hill on Route 250.

We drove around the campus, I stared on my left side at the sheer size of VSDB sitting on the hill as Dad drove on Lee Highway, I could not believe that I was going to that place, away from hearing world ... for the next 12 years.

Yet, people who graduated from Hogwarts School thought highly of the school, few do not. Just like many Deaf schools across the nation. Many Muggles do not understand what it is like to be non-Muggles but do they give a fuck? No, not really. They often said things sarcastically or dealt with it. Just like we do with hearing people.

There are words, slangs, customes that we embraced that many hearing people do not understand, just like the Muggles fail to understand or accept non-Muggles. Even better, did you notice that the competition between Deaf schools tend to be very fierce at its best whereas when a Deaf team plays hearing team, the Deaf players do not care enough to win some? The non-Muggles played Quidditch fiercely against each other but they won't play against the Muggles. Same thing applies to Deaf schools, they preferred playing against each other but goes ewww against hearing teams.

Then Dad pulled the van to a slow stop by Lee Highway then turned left onto New Hope Road that led us to open view of VSDB sitting on the hill. Then the van went up the hill, Dad pointed to the building on the right side, "Ricky and Gary, your dorm is over there. Hedy and Lily, your dorm is right there."

That's how I was indoctrinated into Hogwarts, really. And you're so jealous ... you have to read in order to fantasize while I *already* lived the way it did for Harry Potter. *flick my hair behind*

R-

Some Old Things Do Not Change In Cruisy Bars

I had a good laugh with my friend, Spillers, now living in Knoxville. He told me that he went to New Orleans last week just to see what is up on Bourbon Street. Spillers and his friends went to different bars and he ended up having a blast time.

Then it was mentioned that they should check out the bar called The Phoenix / Eagle, the infamous cruising spot where you can see things in its unnatural occurences upstairs, especially in the bathroom. So off to that bar they went!

Spillers said that he was astonished to see a complete blackout on the whole floor upstairs. He went on to mention that it was nearly impossible to do this, that and there. Shortly, he realized that his wallet was missing. He groaned. Again, it was too dark in the bar to crawl around on the floor.

So it was already missing. He was so disappointed. I asked if he lost a lot of cash, he said no. It was about $30 plus four credit cards.

Shortly, he went to the bathroom to piss -- he mentioned that unlike the bar itself, the bathroom is not dark because it has red bulb brightening. He went to the stainless urinal tub only to find his driver's license, one credit card and hotel access card lying in the middle of stainless urinal tub. He had to pick these piss-drenched cards out of the tub!

Yes, he washed it. He said, "Why did not they take this credit card as well?"

This reminded me of a situation with Erik in '94 at Green Lantern in DC. I warned Erik to be aware of his wallet because the upstairs floor is notorious for wallets being pickpocketed, especially in the dark corner at the back of the bar.

Shortly, Erik wandered away from me as I was busy with a friend. Then I looked for Erik. He was drunk so bad -- I asked him where his wallet is. He realized that it was taken. We crawled on the floor searching -- so many penises hits on my forehead. Erik, Anderson, Schledt and I searched for his wallet -- Erik had to crunch some men's penises to get it out of our way. We could not find his wallet. But we found so many cum-filled dollars. We went to the bathroom to haul the trash bin onto the sink and went through it. Erik was crying hysterically.

It was such a drama. It was so dramatic.

Then we went to McDonalds to get us food. Yes, we paid it with cum-filled money. The look on the cashier's face was priceless as Erik splatted the money on the counter. After all, it is legitimate currency, honey.

Then we had to console Erik who said, "Fuck, I have to call Mom to cancel the credit cards! I have to get the driver's license! I have to get Gallaudet ID! I have to get fucking health insurance card from Mom! I have to call bank to secure the account! What a fucking hassle."

Anderson, Schledt and I listened and supported him.

It was 4 AM that we arrived at Erik's dormitory room in Benson Hall. As Erik entered the bedroom, he started to sob as three of us were perplexed and asked him why. Erik jumped and said, "LOOK! LOOK! ON THE BED!"

His wallet was there the whole time.

Gee! Thanks a lot, Erik, for making us to crawl on the floor for your fucking wallet!

Cheers,

R-

Nicolae Carpathia

Damn Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye for doing a shitty job on Desceration and The Remnant. They have yet to make Nicolae Carpathia, as the Devil Incarnate, to terrify the people with his wondrous powers that God permitted him to have during the 7-year tribulations.

He *still* needs the gun to kill people. If I was the Devil Incarnate, I'd use my supernatural powers to slay people. Common sense dictates that you do not *use* handguns to terminate people. It is so low class to use the guns.

And when people got their heads chopped off, Nicolae acted like a sinister child guffawing at it. Lucifer Morningstar would not do that. He used to be the angel, for God's sake! He has the class. He is supposed to be cunning, beautiful, sly, evil but not like a fucking petty child who whined when the seas turned into blood!

C'mon, Lucifer Morningstar, also known as Satan, was God's first and trusted angel until he questioned God's position and fell out of His favor. From there, he knew the prophecies, and it is his job to fuck it up and ruin God's plans, using whatever is necessary -- but using people's guns, missiles and bombs to kill others? What a rip-off.

When the missile hits Petra and suddenly, a mile-long geyser of cold water exploded into the sky, Nicolae was horrified then became a drama queen. C'mon, that is not what Lucifer would have done, he would say in a calm but sinister tone, "So it is true, God ... perhaps, the next time, I shall make an incentive to ruin this." Nicolae *knew* the prophecies, it was his job to fuck up His Plan. But Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye managed to downplay the Antichrist's character into a petty prick who cannot rely on his cohorts to do a decent thing. Perhaps, both authors aspired to be the bona-fide Xians to a point where they cannot imagine what it is like to be evil. They should get in touch with ... me for further explanations in the darkness' common sense. Their loss!

I'm done with two books, up next is Armageddon and Glorious Appearing. Ain't this picture cool? I wish I could find a picture of me bowing a little with that sinister smile.

Cheers,

R-

For Your Amusement

This picture was taken last April by kaybee -- she delayed for many months before sending it to me. I am still wondering why someone had their hands in my face when I was inebriated with kaybee.

Whose hands does it belongs to? Perlis or Regan? And why?

This picture should disprove Antiridor's mythical thesis that I'm evil-consuming, full of rage and anal retentive.

A Gift For Me 3 Weeks Ago: Someone emailed me to check his entry for a small gift that would amuse me. And it did. I thought I should share this with you but for some reasons, I got busy and fell behind with email correspondences. But now I'm catching up. So here is the link!

Cheers,

R-