I had been thinking hard about the way I reacted and treated Ryan on comments and articles. I decided that it is inappropriate and way out of my character to mistreat someone else like that. I just cannot live with this conscience where I do that.
All in all, I often use the blogsite as a way to humor and put some spices to my life which I enjoyed very much so far in New York.
I personally enjoyed reading Ryan's articles until he seemed to talk openly about the open-relationships which I am not fond of. Then it escalated when I interjected the HIV thing into the form. It was not appropriate of me to do that. For that, I apologize.
Frankly, I do not want to have enemies at all. I just am tired of dealing with hearing ignorants all the time, adding new enemies on the list is not what I needed, though.
So I am deleting the postings I retaliated at Ryan and others. Ryan, I am sorry for the way I reacted.
To some people who were offended by my comments at Ryan, I'm sorry.
But to many friends of mine, they knew that I'm very harmless who likes to crack jokes on many things in life.
Peace,
R-
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Few Tidbits
Two weeks ago, something happened in The Bronx -- yeah, you call it THE Bronx, not Bronx -- there was an owner of ice cream truck driving down the street, another ice cream truck's driver came out and attacked the other one because they were stealing their routes and business. Ice cream trucks? What's next?
You know, hearing people amazed me. And they are stupid, too. Often, that is. Some people said I should educate them about deafness, Deaf culture and American Sign Language. I always shrugged and said, "I was not born to do that, thank you very much -- SKSK to your face!"
No, it is not bitter or resentment. My common sense dictated that it is waste of my time trying to make a difference. So I chose to do what is on the table for me, myself and my soul. Look at my grandmother, she spent her whole life educating hearing people and always very patient woman. In the end, she did not get what she deserved. It amounted to nothing. Hearing people always takes, takes and takes. Look at deaf education, deaf agencies, Gallaudet et al. Deaf people has to *fight* to achieve what they wanted in life. Deaf people wanted to take control of deaf schools, hearing administrators objected. Deaf people wanted to take control of deaf-owned agencies, hearing administrators bickered and sabotaged.
Needless to say, it is a cycle that we have to endure for years. Am I bitter? No. I am being realistic and of course, very wary of hearing people. When one hearing person is too nice, something is going on, trust me. Sooner or later, they will use what is on your table and turn it against you.
Of course, not all hearing people are like that, but the majority of hearing people are like that.
Ahh, to clear up some confusions, I do have some friends who are HIV Positive, in fact, I am very close friend with him. I do not feel that he was irresponsible. He made a mistake. But for a person to trust a man (lover) and not to wear a condom in the first place is irresponsible, period. Why do you trust men, especially hearing men? They are dogs, plain and simple. They are always lying and horny all the time.
And for someone to say that he always is worried about infecting someone else everyday, then clean up his acts. Don't go out and do one-night stands. I know of a friend who has HIV Positive and he is not worried all the time. Know why? Because he does not go out and fuck every night or 5 times per week! In order to stop worrying too much, one has to tone and control himself.
Open-relationships made the concept of marriage a moot, I think. What is the point of having a marriage if you want to bomp everyone else that moves?
Ahh, I hate Tennessee and Connecticut -- they are playing for the national championship game for the 2nd straight year. And for the second straight year, I selected not to watch the game. That game is like a CD overplayed repeatedly over the years. Ugh.
Instead, I'll go with friends to see a movie tonight.
Cheers,
R-
You know, hearing people amazed me. And they are stupid, too. Often, that is. Some people said I should educate them about deafness, Deaf culture and American Sign Language. I always shrugged and said, "I was not born to do that, thank you very much -- SKSK to your face!"
No, it is not bitter or resentment. My common sense dictated that it is waste of my time trying to make a difference. So I chose to do what is on the table for me, myself and my soul. Look at my grandmother, she spent her whole life educating hearing people and always very patient woman. In the end, she did not get what she deserved. It amounted to nothing. Hearing people always takes, takes and takes. Look at deaf education, deaf agencies, Gallaudet et al. Deaf people has to *fight* to achieve what they wanted in life. Deaf people wanted to take control of deaf schools, hearing administrators objected. Deaf people wanted to take control of deaf-owned agencies, hearing administrators bickered and sabotaged.
Needless to say, it is a cycle that we have to endure for years. Am I bitter? No. I am being realistic and of course, very wary of hearing people. When one hearing person is too nice, something is going on, trust me. Sooner or later, they will use what is on your table and turn it against you.
Of course, not all hearing people are like that, but the majority of hearing people are like that.
Ahh, to clear up some confusions, I do have some friends who are HIV Positive, in fact, I am very close friend with him. I do not feel that he was irresponsible. He made a mistake. But for a person to trust a man (lover) and not to wear a condom in the first place is irresponsible, period. Why do you trust men, especially hearing men? They are dogs, plain and simple. They are always lying and horny all the time.
And for someone to say that he always is worried about infecting someone else everyday, then clean up his acts. Don't go out and do one-night stands. I know of a friend who has HIV Positive and he is not worried all the time. Know why? Because he does not go out and fuck every night or 5 times per week! In order to stop worrying too much, one has to tone and control himself.
Open-relationships made the concept of marriage a moot, I think. What is the point of having a marriage if you want to bomp everyone else that moves?
Ahh, I hate Tennessee and Connecticut -- they are playing for the national championship game for the 2nd straight year. And for the second straight year, I selected not to watch the game. That game is like a CD overplayed repeatedly over the years. Ugh.
Instead, I'll go with friends to see a movie tonight.
Cheers,
R-
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Infectia
I was reading Litch's comments about various things and saw him talking about The X-Men. I was amused because I read The Uncanny X-Men for many years. Then I read The New Mutants, then X-Factor. Three books to follow is enough. They changed The New Mutants into X-Force. From there, they blew it open -- creating more books to a point where I say, "I love you but fuck this."
I love the X-Men movies, it totally separated itself from the storyline that was already constructed in the books. But there are some interesting streaks that you have to say, "Yes! Yes!" when you saw Jean Grey glowed and used her powers to contain the waters from overwhelming the plane as the plane flew out. Before the waters buried Jean Grey, you saw the fire in her eyes -- it indicated that Dark Phoenix is coming!!
Did you know that in the books, they never said that Pyro is gay but it is obvious, the way he talked, acted and hung out with pretty boys. Stuff like that was great. I agreed about Rogue and Mystique -- also Nightcrawler learned that his mother is Mystique. Remember, Mystique adopted Rogue, not that she is the real daughter of Mystique.
Anyway, I want to jump to the subject about Infectia. Not many people remembered her. She made a brief appearance in X-Factor as a gal who thought Iceman was hot and wanted to be with her (she really liked Iceman but she also wanted to use him to get in a ship). But the problem is that her kiss always transformed a person's genetic make-ups to the extremes. Suffice to say, Beast, Iceman's best friend, who was caucasian and prevented Iceman from kissing Infectia by kissing her -- Beast was transformed into a hairy, blue-skinned and incredibly above-intelligence mind.
Sounds so corny, is it? Yeah, but that is not what I wanted to share.
Long time later in the series, there was a virus named Legacy which spreads among the Mutants and killing them in the process. Beast was struggling with the fact that he lost his "normal looking" and could not bag any woman to love. He found out that Infectia was infected with the Legacy Virus and was dying in Los Angeles.
Beast initially hesitated from going to the hospital where Infectia was quarantined in Los Angeles because he resented her for ruining his identity. Later, Infectia woke up very sick and was very apologetic. She repeatedly apologized to Beast. Later, it was evident that she will die shortly. She complained to Beast and others that she wanted to see the sunset and the city of Los Angeles before she died. Beast then did something (the artwork was excellent, too) that moved my heart. I quickly locked my bedroom as I started to shed a tear or two as Beast made sure that no one sees him.
He picked up Infectia in his arms, she woke up groggily and said, "Beastie, aren't you afraid that I might infect you?" Beast didnt respond but it was evident that he was not. Infectia touched his hairy cheek as he took her to the mountains overlooking Los Angeles and held her in his arms as the sunset goes down.
Infectia curled against Beast's massive, hairy, muscular blue body as Beast openly cried. Infectia then died peacefully in his arms.
That really moved me a lot. Beast's actions are simply courageous and compassion for people who made bad mistakes . And he also went beyond to assure that everything is OK. I just hope that there are people like that out there for everyone else. To hold such a compassion for others than hirself.
I think I said enough for the day.
R-
I love the X-Men movies, it totally separated itself from the storyline that was already constructed in the books. But there are some interesting streaks that you have to say, "Yes! Yes!" when you saw Jean Grey glowed and used her powers to contain the waters from overwhelming the plane as the plane flew out. Before the waters buried Jean Grey, you saw the fire in her eyes -- it indicated that Dark Phoenix is coming!!
Did you know that in the books, they never said that Pyro is gay but it is obvious, the way he talked, acted and hung out with pretty boys. Stuff like that was great. I agreed about Rogue and Mystique -- also Nightcrawler learned that his mother is Mystique. Remember, Mystique adopted Rogue, not that she is the real daughter of Mystique.
Anyway, I want to jump to the subject about Infectia. Not many people remembered her. She made a brief appearance in X-Factor as a gal who thought Iceman was hot and wanted to be with her (she really liked Iceman but she also wanted to use him to get in a ship). But the problem is that her kiss always transformed a person's genetic make-ups to the extremes. Suffice to say, Beast, Iceman's best friend, who was caucasian and prevented Iceman from kissing Infectia by kissing her -- Beast was transformed into a hairy, blue-skinned and incredibly above-intelligence mind.
Sounds so corny, is it? Yeah, but that is not what I wanted to share.
Long time later in the series, there was a virus named Legacy which spreads among the Mutants and killing them in the process. Beast was struggling with the fact that he lost his "normal looking" and could not bag any woman to love. He found out that Infectia was infected with the Legacy Virus and was dying in Los Angeles.
Beast initially hesitated from going to the hospital where Infectia was quarantined in Los Angeles because he resented her for ruining his identity. Later, Infectia woke up very sick and was very apologetic. She repeatedly apologized to Beast. Later, it was evident that she will die shortly. She complained to Beast and others that she wanted to see the sunset and the city of Los Angeles before she died. Beast then did something (the artwork was excellent, too) that moved my heart. I quickly locked my bedroom as I started to shed a tear or two as Beast made sure that no one sees him.
He picked up Infectia in his arms, she woke up groggily and said, "Beastie, aren't you afraid that I might infect you?" Beast didnt respond but it was evident that he was not. Infectia touched his hairy cheek as he took her to the mountains overlooking Los Angeles and held her in his arms as the sunset goes down.
Infectia curled against Beast's massive, hairy, muscular blue body as Beast openly cried. Infectia then died peacefully in his arms.
That really moved me a lot. Beast's actions are simply courageous and compassion for people who made bad mistakes . And he also went beyond to assure that everything is OK. I just hope that there are people like that out there for everyone else. To hold such a compassion for others than hirself.
I think I said enough for the day.
R-
Here It is!
You may comment from now on. But remember, this is my domain. If I find your comments inane, it's gone.
R-
R-
My Three Trash Bins
All my close friends might roll their eyes when I explain the rules. Especially Web and Breen Gal.
People out there needs to understand my views of how the world operates with the gossips. Everyone simply gossip, common sense dictates that the human beings are a social group that requires to mingle with each other -- that includes getting to know each other through different means.
I may be the only person who admitted that I gossip occasionally -- I also may be the only person who identify and classify what kinds of information people use to filter things out. I call it ... Three Trash Bins.
First Trash Bin has a cap on the top of it -- it is sealed, contained and kept intact. This bin is for my friends, people who are wonderful to me and others, people who are respectful -- whatever I heard remained in this bin.
Second Trash Bin has a cap but it is not sealed partially. This concept applies to the group that I am not sure whether to trust or not. This often contained information that does not mean much to the public, really. If people ask me, I figure out if it's cool to share or not. Sometimes people give me the information, I put it in 2nd and let it slide. Or not. Common sense is required in this manner or you're fucked up.
Third Trash Bin lacked the cap to contain the trash. It is reserved for people who I do not regard that has a soul within themselves. They are annoying, stupid, arrogant, unrespectful -- often it is reserved for people who double-crossed me, my friends. It can apply to people that has nothing to do with me but the way s/he berated the others out of no reasons.
The majority of my close friends are in 1st, the majority of people whom I do not care much for are in 3rd. So there you know!
I'm off to The Slide.
R-
People out there needs to understand my views of how the world operates with the gossips. Everyone simply gossip, common sense dictates that the human beings are a social group that requires to mingle with each other -- that includes getting to know each other through different means.
I may be the only person who admitted that I gossip occasionally -- I also may be the only person who identify and classify what kinds of information people use to filter things out. I call it ... Three Trash Bins.
First Trash Bin has a cap on the top of it -- it is sealed, contained and kept intact. This bin is for my friends, people who are wonderful to me and others, people who are respectful -- whatever I heard remained in this bin.
Second Trash Bin has a cap but it is not sealed partially. This concept applies to the group that I am not sure whether to trust or not. This often contained information that does not mean much to the public, really. If people ask me, I figure out if it's cool to share or not. Sometimes people give me the information, I put it in 2nd and let it slide. Or not. Common sense is required in this manner or you're fucked up.
Third Trash Bin lacked the cap to contain the trash. It is reserved for people who I do not regard that has a soul within themselves. They are annoying, stupid, arrogant, unrespectful -- often it is reserved for people who double-crossed me, my friends. It can apply to people that has nothing to do with me but the way s/he berated the others out of no reasons.
The majority of my close friends are in 1st, the majority of people whom I do not care much for are in 3rd. So there you know!
I'm off to The Slide.
R-
Friday, April 02, 2004
May the Glory of Gaea be with you.
These words were uttered by the Amazons towards each other in love, honor and pride.
I read what Larry talked about Wonder Woman. When I was a kid, I loved Wonder Woman. I even had the posters of Wonder Woman in my dorm room at VSD. How pitiful, is it?
Even worse when I see the repeats, the villains were running so fast and Lynda Carter ran so slow -- yet, she caught them so easily! Well, Lynda Carter is beautiful alcoholic woman, just like Karen Walker.
Anyway, you know that the origins of Wonder Woman is very interesting. Wonder Woman came from a forgotten island named Themyscira where the gods protect from the Man's World. Earlier in the past, the females fled the Man's World and set up its own civilization for women. But since they violated the gods' wishes, the Amazons were ordered to wear the bondages on their wrists as a reminder of who they are from the distant place called the Man's World where they were enslaved by men.
Also, they were granted immortality on a condition that they must safeguard the caverns that could free some kind of demons.
Now ... this is so Greek, is it? But why is Wonder Woman's appearances seem to be so ... USA?
Thanks to George Perez, the writer/artist of Wonder Woman in DC Comics who crafted the origins of Wonder Woman. Themyscira has been hidden away guarded by the gods (Athena, Hera, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter and Poseidon), so years has passed by ....
Meanwhile in the Man's World, we eventually evolved to a point where women are capable of flying and be treated as an equal. There was an aspiring aviator in 1950s named Diana Trevor. She wanted to fly an airplane across the Atlantic Ocean. She lost the control of her plane and crashed into the ocean. Poseidon, the god of the oceans sensed the goodness in her and carried her to the shores of Themyscira.
Diana woke up on the beach and was stunned to see the greek-style buildings and she checked her United States Air Force jacket including the golden eagle pin and the US Flag patch. Suddenly, she heard the thunders and screams. It was several women screaming. Diana quickly pulled the gun and cocked it ready as she ran towards the screams. Then she saw a legion of women trying to contain the demon that was trying to break out of the cavern -- the demon was winning and it was hurting some women.
Suddenly, a thunder occured -- the women were startled and saw a lone stranger pointing something at the demon, it caused the demon to roll back into the caverns but not without some women. Diana ran after it into the caverns as the women were stunned to see a different figure saving their lives and running after the demon into the cavern.
Inside the cavern, Diana located the demon and sacrificed her life to save several women as she aimed the gun at the demon's head as the demon's tentacles crushed her body -- it was enough to save women's lives.
The Amazons brought Diana out of the cavern and brought it to Queen Hippolyte who decided to honor her bravery and courage as she ordered the specialists to design a monument after Diana. But it was not enough, Queen Hippolyte decided to set up a contest that will pick *one* Amazon to represent Themyscira. The specialists studied Diana Trevor's clothes in order to design an uniform that will be very special. They took the US flag patch and gold eagle pin and few things ... boom, you get Wonder Woman right there.
Ahh. Thanks, George Perez.
May the Glory of Gaea be with you.
R-
I read what Larry talked about Wonder Woman. When I was a kid, I loved Wonder Woman. I even had the posters of Wonder Woman in my dorm room at VSD. How pitiful, is it?
Even worse when I see the repeats, the villains were running so fast and Lynda Carter ran so slow -- yet, she caught them so easily! Well, Lynda Carter is beautiful alcoholic woman, just like Karen Walker.
Anyway, you know that the origins of Wonder Woman is very interesting. Wonder Woman came from a forgotten island named Themyscira where the gods protect from the Man's World. Earlier in the past, the females fled the Man's World and set up its own civilization for women. But since they violated the gods' wishes, the Amazons were ordered to wear the bondages on their wrists as a reminder of who they are from the distant place called the Man's World where they were enslaved by men.
Also, they were granted immortality on a condition that they must safeguard the caverns that could free some kind of demons.
Now ... this is so Greek, is it? But why is Wonder Woman's appearances seem to be so ... USA?
Thanks to George Perez, the writer/artist of Wonder Woman in DC Comics who crafted the origins of Wonder Woman. Themyscira has been hidden away guarded by the gods (Athena, Hera, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter and Poseidon), so years has passed by ....
Meanwhile in the Man's World, we eventually evolved to a point where women are capable of flying and be treated as an equal. There was an aspiring aviator in 1950s named Diana Trevor. She wanted to fly an airplane across the Atlantic Ocean. She lost the control of her plane and crashed into the ocean. Poseidon, the god of the oceans sensed the goodness in her and carried her to the shores of Themyscira.
Diana woke up on the beach and was stunned to see the greek-style buildings and she checked her United States Air Force jacket including the golden eagle pin and the US Flag patch. Suddenly, she heard the thunders and screams. It was several women screaming. Diana quickly pulled the gun and cocked it ready as she ran towards the screams. Then she saw a legion of women trying to contain the demon that was trying to break out of the cavern -- the demon was winning and it was hurting some women.
Suddenly, a thunder occured -- the women were startled and saw a lone stranger pointing something at the demon, it caused the demon to roll back into the caverns but not without some women. Diana ran after it into the caverns as the women were stunned to see a different figure saving their lives and running after the demon into the cavern.
Inside the cavern, Diana located the demon and sacrificed her life to save several women as she aimed the gun at the demon's head as the demon's tentacles crushed her body -- it was enough to save women's lives.
The Amazons brought Diana out of the cavern and brought it to Queen Hippolyte who decided to honor her bravery and courage as she ordered the specialists to design a monument after Diana. But it was not enough, Queen Hippolyte decided to set up a contest that will pick *one* Amazon to represent Themyscira. The specialists studied Diana Trevor's clothes in order to design an uniform that will be very special. They took the US flag patch and gold eagle pin and few things ... boom, you get Wonder Woman right there.
Ahh. Thanks, George Perez.
May the Glory of Gaea be with you.
R-
This is for you, Sonny!!
Sonny Wasilowski is perhaps the happiest man in the nation -- bagged and sealed Lisa Macon as Lisa Wasilowski last summer (thus preserved his heterosexual identity) and seeing his favorite college team reach the Final Four in New Orleans -- Minnesota Golden Gophers.
Janel McCarville is obviously big and tough chick. She is what I termed: A corn-fed chick who could plow her way around in the paint to score points and grab rebounds. Just like Stacy Stephens, another corn-fed chick whom I loved at Texas Longhorns.
I just hope UMinn will pound some sense into UConn, especially Diana Taurasi.
Back to Sonny, I asked him if he reads my blogs, he said he did and that it was scandalous. Because I name names in bold. Well, well, well. Not to name names is to defeat the sole purpose of my blog's existence, really. There are many injustices in this world that people got away with it -- I figured if I can help by naming names, I do the Fates a favor or two.
Sonny will never have to worry about me trying to lambast his reputation into smithereens. He is just a cute, skinny boy whom needs to put some meat on his body -- perhaps the marriage itself will do the trick. If he was gay, I still will not want him. He would be certified as a twink and condemned by moi.
Lisa Wasilowski, keep an eye on him ... you know how men are. You once lived in New York City -- if no woman can keep her man occupied, you know what will happen. But good thing about you is that you got Sonny wrapped around ur index finger.
Cheers,
R-
Janel McCarville is obviously big and tough chick. She is what I termed: A corn-fed chick who could plow her way around in the paint to score points and grab rebounds. Just like Stacy Stephens, another corn-fed chick whom I loved at Texas Longhorns.
I just hope UMinn will pound some sense into UConn, especially Diana Taurasi.
Back to Sonny, I asked him if he reads my blogs, he said he did and that it was scandalous. Because I name names in bold. Well, well, well. Not to name names is to defeat the sole purpose of my blog's existence, really. There are many injustices in this world that people got away with it -- I figured if I can help by naming names, I do the Fates a favor or two.
Sonny will never have to worry about me trying to lambast his reputation into smithereens. He is just a cute, skinny boy whom needs to put some meat on his body -- perhaps the marriage itself will do the trick. If he was gay, I still will not want him. He would be certified as a twink and condemned by moi.
Lisa Wasilowski, keep an eye on him ... you know how men are. You once lived in New York City -- if no woman can keep her man occupied, you know what will happen. But good thing about you is that you got Sonny wrapped around ur index finger.
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Only in New York, my children, only in New York!
Just found this on Cindy Adams' article in NY POST today:
"Two guys at a bar discussing gay marriage. One says: "You know what the downside to that is?". The other says: "A gay divorce?". Sighs the first: "Worse. Gay mothers-in-law."
Do you truly think you'd find that comment in Phoenix, Chlms?
R-
"Two guys at a bar discussing gay marriage. One says: "You know what the downside to that is?". The other says: "A gay divorce?". Sighs the first: "Worse. Gay mothers-in-law."
Do you truly think you'd find that comment in Phoenix, Chlms?
R-
Fuck Iraqis!
Clitch, your cats are not bitches. They are pussycats. According to the dictionary, it says so. :-)
Iraq is pitiful country. It has no pride -- it has no sense of aspirations to be the best. All it does is to chant that the United States suck, bomb the Americans and now, mutilate the bodies and hang it on the bridge. So barbaric.
People complained that we were too harsh on Iraqis. Well, look at them. They are barbaric. They should cleanse the city of Fallujah and force its barbaric nomads to live somewhere else.
Fuck Iraqis.
R-
Iraq is pitiful country. It has no pride -- it has no sense of aspirations to be the best. All it does is to chant that the United States suck, bomb the Americans and now, mutilate the bodies and hang it on the bridge. So barbaric.
People complained that we were too harsh on Iraqis. Well, look at them. They are barbaric. They should cleanse the city of Fallujah and force its barbaric nomads to live somewhere else.
Fuck Iraqis.
R-
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
For Women's Final Four, They Are ...
Connecticut, Louisiana State, Minnesota and Tennessee.
I want Louisiana State to win the National Championship. The Final Four is gonna be in New Orleans.
Right now, the fans from Connecticut is very raucous and asshole on the mailing list -- I'm on 24/7 attack mode. Throwing bricks in every direction. I just hope Louisiana State wins the whole thing just to SHUT the fuck up on UConn!!!
Anyway, when I am at the arena or gymnasium, there are always some guys that I stared and drool. Even if they cheer for some team that I disliked the most -- good-looking conquers everything else, I guess. Check this -- you think this guy is hot? Well, I DO!!!!
R-
I want Louisiana State to win the National Championship. The Final Four is gonna be in New Orleans.
Right now, the fans from Connecticut is very raucous and asshole on the mailing list -- I'm on 24/7 attack mode. Throwing bricks in every direction. I just hope Louisiana State wins the whole thing just to SHUT the fuck up on UConn!!!
Anyway, when I am at the arena or gymnasium, there are always some guys that I stared and drool. Even if they cheer for some team that I disliked the most -- good-looking conquers everything else, I guess. Check this -- you think this guy is hot? Well, I DO!!!!
R-
*GRRR!*
Clitch, I like two of your quotes -- but I'd like to adjust something.
Be silly. Be honest. Be bitch. -by Ridor
With the second quote you wrote, I agreed completely -- sometimes I sit and wonder why do I bother to smile in the first place?
R-
Be silly. Be honest. Be bitch. -by Ridor
With the second quote you wrote, I agreed completely -- sometimes I sit and wonder why do I bother to smile in the first place?
R-
Clifford, Relax!
You need to loosen up yourself. This is *my* blog. I will say whatever I want to. What does not kill you shall make you stronger.
Talking about you opening your legs was supposed to be funny, charming and joke by itself. Don't be a prick about it.
Such threats do not kill me, it just makes things look silly on your part. I wanted to make sure that it is not true related to the rumor we talked earlier.
Don't dwell on it.
I created this blog on a purpose to express my thoughts regardless what one thinks. That is the keyword here -- I did not create the blogsite for you. You happen to find my blog through some people who talked about it. Whoopee.
It is nice to know that some people are reading my blogs. It is certainly nice to read others' blogs. But on a serious note, if you are concerned about what others think of you -- take your blog down. Close it down. Lead a private life where nobody knew who you are. Frankly, no one will give a damn about it. Why do you worry about what I wrote? You knew who I am. You knew that some of my comments do not mean that it is necessarily true.
God! Jesus Christ! Satan!
R-
Talking about you opening your legs was supposed to be funny, charming and joke by itself. Don't be a prick about it.
Such threats do not kill me, it just makes things look silly on your part. I wanted to make sure that it is not true related to the rumor we talked earlier.
Don't dwell on it.
I created this blog on a purpose to express my thoughts regardless what one thinks. That is the keyword here -- I did not create the blogsite for you. You happen to find my blog through some people who talked about it. Whoopee.
It is nice to know that some people are reading my blogs. It is certainly nice to read others' blogs. But on a serious note, if you are concerned about what others think of you -- take your blog down. Close it down. Lead a private life where nobody knew who you are. Frankly, no one will give a damn about it. Why do you worry about what I wrote? You knew who I am. You knew that some of my comments do not mean that it is necessarily true.
God! Jesus Christ! Satan!
R-
Walmart Sucks
Was reading Litch's comments about the competition at Walmart. I ceased to shop at Walmart primarily because I find them to be a threat to the whole concept of competition and labor rights.
Did you know that Walmart hires only part-time employers to avoid giving them the health and dental insurance?
Did you know that Walmart ruined the environment by building the massive building and parking lot on a land -- it was pointed out that the drains caused the erosions and damage to the environment?
Did you know that Walmart refused to set up a store *inside* the city limits to avoid paying the taxes? They prefer to set it outside of the city limits so that they have the freedom of zoning options.
Did you know that when Walmart crept in a town, it always said that it is bringing economy to the town while it is not ... it destroyed smaller stores that employed FULL-TIME EMPLOYERS WITH HEALTH AND DENTAL INSURANCES? Thus they forced these employers to migrate to Walmart to pick up the part-time positions and rely on our government's medicare and medicaid systems?
And last, yes, the prices at Walmart is incredibly low. It is one of their strategies -- their strategy is to lower the prices as much as can be to drive other competitions out. When the businesses are gone, Walmart will have the right to jack up the prices to their demands, whether if the customers like it or not.
So essentially, Walmart sucks.
For further information on Walmart, check Sprawl-Busters and Anti-Walmart.
R-
Did you know that Walmart hires only part-time employers to avoid giving them the health and dental insurance?
Did you know that Walmart ruined the environment by building the massive building and parking lot on a land -- it was pointed out that the drains caused the erosions and damage to the environment?
Did you know that Walmart refused to set up a store *inside* the city limits to avoid paying the taxes? They prefer to set it outside of the city limits so that they have the freedom of zoning options.
Did you know that when Walmart crept in a town, it always said that it is bringing economy to the town while it is not ... it destroyed smaller stores that employed FULL-TIME EMPLOYERS WITH HEALTH AND DENTAL INSURANCES? Thus they forced these employers to migrate to Walmart to pick up the part-time positions and rely on our government's medicare and medicaid systems?
And last, yes, the prices at Walmart is incredibly low. It is one of their strategies -- their strategy is to lower the prices as much as can be to drive other competitions out. When the businesses are gone, Walmart will have the right to jack up the prices to their demands, whether if the customers like it or not.
So essentially, Walmart sucks.
For further information on Walmart, check Sprawl-Busters and Anti-Walmart.
R-
Monday, March 29, 2004
I Take It Back, Clifford!
A certain person paged me and said that it was hugely rumored that you made out with that fool.
That fool certainly is bad news. I'm so relieved that you did not do a thing with this despicable animal -- come to think of this, that animal should be slaughtered to preserve the intelligence of the human race or we are finished.
What made me happy is that you served your country well by opening your legs for a soldier. I m proud to know that a brother of mine is Patriotic.
To answer your question about adding your link -- at first, I made a mistake -- your address was bit complicated for my brain when I am at home. If you saw my bedroom -- it is very tiny -- my pen is somewhere -- but now I'm at work -- I will add your link.
Thanks for clarifying the false rumor. I freaked out when I learned that you might make out with that facial wasting fool.
Cheers,
R-
That fool certainly is bad news. I'm so relieved that you did not do a thing with this despicable animal -- come to think of this, that animal should be slaughtered to preserve the intelligence of the human race or we are finished.
What made me happy is that you served your country well by opening your legs for a soldier. I m proud to know that a brother of mine is Patriotic.
To answer your question about adding your link -- at first, I made a mistake -- your address was bit complicated for my brain when I am at home. If you saw my bedroom -- it is very tiny -- my pen is somewhere -- but now I'm at work -- I will add your link.
Thanks for clarifying the false rumor. I freaked out when I learned that you might make out with that facial wasting fool.
Cheers,
R-
I didn't know you had it in you, Clifford!
I did not know that you had it in you, Clifford. I will not use your last name as per to alleviate the bashing.
What were you thinking on that night? I cannot believe that a brother of mine -- a friend of mine -- would do that to me.
Maybe you are that stupid, nitwit or naive. Maybe you were not aware of what is going on. Maybe your dick was thinking for your brain instead.
I already mentioned last Thursday that two persons, Chris Tester and Emmanuel Shwan annoyed me to no end. They think they are better than anyone else because they look hot, dress better et al. That does not mean a thing, really.
I find it disgusting that a so-called friend of mine would make out with a fool like Chris Tester at Velvet Nation last Saturday night.
Where is the sense of loyalty and support amongst the camaraderie? Chris and Emmanuel were pretty arrogant towards me and I do not appreciate it. I expect my friends to be supportive and loyal to me -- I would have done the same for them.
I guess Clifford has proved it. He is only interested in himself and only for his *needs*, not anyone else's. Well, like I mentioned before, karma will come to people like that. Facial wasting is coming soon for certain persons. And when the day comes, I shall smile.
Well, surprises, surprises -- nothing surprised me any longer.
I'd love to hear your rebuttals on this, Clifford.
R-
What were you thinking on that night? I cannot believe that a brother of mine -- a friend of mine -- would do that to me.
Maybe you are that stupid, nitwit or naive. Maybe you were not aware of what is going on. Maybe your dick was thinking for your brain instead.
I already mentioned last Thursday that two persons, Chris Tester and Emmanuel Shwan annoyed me to no end. They think they are better than anyone else because they look hot, dress better et al. That does not mean a thing, really.
I find it disgusting that a so-called friend of mine would make out with a fool like Chris Tester at Velvet Nation last Saturday night.
Where is the sense of loyalty and support amongst the camaraderie? Chris and Emmanuel were pretty arrogant towards me and I do not appreciate it. I expect my friends to be supportive and loyal to me -- I would have done the same for them.
I guess Clifford has proved it. He is only interested in himself and only for his *needs*, not anyone else's. Well, like I mentioned before, karma will come to people like that. Facial wasting is coming soon for certain persons. And when the day comes, I shall smile.
Well, surprises, surprises -- nothing surprised me any longer.
I'd love to hear your rebuttals on this, Clifford.
R-
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Arrestingly beautiful?!
Sometimes Witch made me snicker when he tried to decorate his sentences with stuff like "arrestingly beautiful". It is so cute. Tea'd? That is a good hint. It is always nice to have words so that we can manipulate to our advantages, like it or not.
I refuse to go to a certain bar that has Underwear Nite on a particular day -- I'm so out of shape that people will look at me with disgust. I dont know what to do. Not only that, I'm so white that I probably will brighten the room in that dark, seedy, sleazy bar, thus ruining others' chances to have sex with each other.
Today, I cooked something. I was impressed with myself. I cooked pasta and mix it with tuna, blue cheese, cheddar cheese and some frozen veggies. It tasted wonderfully. Fantastic. I'm proud of myself. I am becoming a better fag, I guess.
I love collegiate women's basketball. But this year's NCAA Tournament is truly fucked up. Virginia Cavaliers, for the first time in 21 years, failed to get in the NCAA Tournament after suffering its first losing season in 26 years. You know, I love Coach Ryan at Virginia, but last year was the first time that I noticed that something was wrong. Something was amiss. So Coach Ryan was not listening to the fans, something was wrong. And this year, the team just collapsed, much to my amazement. Finished 13-16 for the season.
But look at the NCAA Tournament, few stranger things had transpired -- Tennessee, my personal nemesis, is playing every NCAA Tournament game *away* from Knoxville -- a first in 20 years!!!
The coach at UConn is definitely stupid prick -- he whined that his best player was not picked to be the First Team All-American *unanimously*. That particular player, Diana Taurasi, was chosen on 12-player First Team All-Americans but the coach was upset that it was not "unanimously" voted!!! There are over 300 college teams in Division I and you can multiply 15 players per team -- about 4,500 players. Only 12 players are chosen. And Geno Auriemma is upset that she was not voted unanimously? Oh, what a dumbfuck.
There is one fan who supported Connecticut and he always criticized anyone outside of UConn. He boasted that Stanford is not good as it is -- that its best player, Nicole Powell is not as good as Diana Taurasi. Well, Stanford is advancing to Elite Eight. They already had played three tough teams in Missouri, Oklahoma and Vanderbilt. Up next is either Tennessee or Baylor. If they win it all, I'll be more than happy to attack that fan on that mailing list.
And there is a dude from Phoenix named Barry whose passion is for Duke (which I disliked tremendously), I really liked him very much. I wish he's closer to me so that I can develop some kind of relationship with him -- but all we do online is arguing, making up, arguing, making up, arguing ... And yeah, he's hot dude but he has been working out too much, trying to be a bodybuilder for some contest -- I told him that he has to stay away from sharp things because his body would pop just like a balloon when it lands on a pin. He got annoyed when I said that.
I think I said enough for the day.
Cheers,
R-
I refuse to go to a certain bar that has Underwear Nite on a particular day -- I'm so out of shape that people will look at me with disgust. I dont know what to do. Not only that, I'm so white that I probably will brighten the room in that dark, seedy, sleazy bar, thus ruining others' chances to have sex with each other.
Today, I cooked something. I was impressed with myself. I cooked pasta and mix it with tuna, blue cheese, cheddar cheese and some frozen veggies. It tasted wonderfully. Fantastic. I'm proud of myself. I am becoming a better fag, I guess.
I love collegiate women's basketball. But this year's NCAA Tournament is truly fucked up. Virginia Cavaliers, for the first time in 21 years, failed to get in the NCAA Tournament after suffering its first losing season in 26 years. You know, I love Coach Ryan at Virginia, but last year was the first time that I noticed that something was wrong. Something was amiss. So Coach Ryan was not listening to the fans, something was wrong. And this year, the team just collapsed, much to my amazement. Finished 13-16 for the season.
But look at the NCAA Tournament, few stranger things had transpired -- Tennessee, my personal nemesis, is playing every NCAA Tournament game *away* from Knoxville -- a first in 20 years!!!
The coach at UConn is definitely stupid prick -- he whined that his best player was not picked to be the First Team All-American *unanimously*. That particular player, Diana Taurasi, was chosen on 12-player First Team All-Americans but the coach was upset that it was not "unanimously" voted!!! There are over 300 college teams in Division I and you can multiply 15 players per team -- about 4,500 players. Only 12 players are chosen. And Geno Auriemma is upset that she was not voted unanimously? Oh, what a dumbfuck.
There is one fan who supported Connecticut and he always criticized anyone outside of UConn. He boasted that Stanford is not good as it is -- that its best player, Nicole Powell is not as good as Diana Taurasi. Well, Stanford is advancing to Elite Eight. They already had played three tough teams in Missouri, Oklahoma and Vanderbilt. Up next is either Tennessee or Baylor. If they win it all, I'll be more than happy to attack that fan on that mailing list.
And there is a dude from Phoenix named Barry whose passion is for Duke (which I disliked tremendously), I really liked him very much. I wish he's closer to me so that I can develop some kind of relationship with him -- but all we do online is arguing, making up, arguing, making up, arguing ... And yeah, he's hot dude but he has been working out too much, trying to be a bodybuilder for some contest -- I told him that he has to stay away from sharp things because his body would pop just like a balloon when it lands on a pin. He got annoyed when I said that.
I think I said enough for the day.
Cheers,
R-
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Burn, O Richmond, burn!
Never thought I'd see a day in my lifetime that a portion of my birthplace, Richmond -- its downtown were devastated in a huge fire -- several blocks of row homes and buildings were burnt to the ground. I grew up in the area even my parents lived 20 minutes southeast of Downtown Richmond. How, you might wonder? Well, on weekends, I go to that area because my parents are devoted members of the Richmond Club of the Deaf, Inc. And the club is located in the same area.
It is pretty sad that this particular area had gone up in flames because it was coming back. The area was riddled with problems but it was coming back -- it was fashionable to live in the area and now it's all gone. See the pics at Richmond Times-Dispatch. Such a tragedy.
Last night, I was walking to a bar in Midtown, it was pretty evening. Lots of buildings to cruise. Then I thought of a bowling ball incident. I wondered what it is like to throw a bowling ball from a taller building onto another building below. Like Citigroup building on a row home below -- wondered if the ball will ... just land on the roof of that row home or smash through the roof and floors? Inquiring mind would love to see it happen -- talked with Beth and if it happened to drop on a corporate building on a Sunday where there are no people around -- she said it probably will trigger alarms, sprinklers et al to go off. If it also punctures through the CPU's mainframe -- the damages would go in millions of dollars.
What a vivid imagination I had?
Take care,
R-
It is pretty sad that this particular area had gone up in flames because it was coming back. The area was riddled with problems but it was coming back -- it was fashionable to live in the area and now it's all gone. See the pics at Richmond Times-Dispatch. Such a tragedy.
Last night, I was walking to a bar in Midtown, it was pretty evening. Lots of buildings to cruise. Then I thought of a bowling ball incident. I wondered what it is like to throw a bowling ball from a taller building onto another building below. Like Citigroup building on a row home below -- wondered if the ball will ... just land on the roof of that row home or smash through the roof and floors? Inquiring mind would love to see it happen -- talked with Beth and if it happened to drop on a corporate building on a Sunday where there are no people around -- she said it probably will trigger alarms, sprinklers et al to go off. If it also punctures through the CPU's mainframe -- the damages would go in millions of dollars.
What a vivid imagination I had?
Take care,
R-
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Well, well, well ...
Sometimes I want to do something on some stupid pricks like Chris Tester and Emmanuel Shwan. They annoyed me to no end. But again, the way they acted around the town, it is a matter of time before they get the 'face wasting', if you get the hint. What comes around goes around, sluts.
Daniel Nardicio is very popular figure in this town. It is rare that one gets to chat with him freely and few days later, someone told you that that guy you just talked with is none other than NYC's famous promoter, Daniel Nardicio. He is the one who promoted these crazy events called Triple XXX event and so on. Very hot ... if Mayor Bloomberg knew ...
I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King last Monday night. Such a long movie to cap the end of all. It was bit weird to see huge elephants trampling horses to its death. It is hilarious to see the Orcs being splattered by these debris.
Litch, it is correct name -- Bellevue Hospital. It is one massive hospital for all types. It has a floor reserved for mental ward. So Bellevue Hospital is what I called -- a sprawlin' hospital for all kinds. Interesting sign name from NYCers regarding the Bellevue Hospital -- you know the sign for "crazy"? Substitute it with "B". Simply put, yes, true biz. Yes, true biz.
Anyway, should I go to The Hole tonight? Or home? Hole? Home? Hole ...
Cheers,
R-
Daniel Nardicio is very popular figure in this town. It is rare that one gets to chat with him freely and few days later, someone told you that that guy you just talked with is none other than NYC's famous promoter, Daniel Nardicio. He is the one who promoted these crazy events called Triple XXX event and so on. Very hot ... if Mayor Bloomberg knew ...
I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King last Monday night. Such a long movie to cap the end of all. It was bit weird to see huge elephants trampling horses to its death. It is hilarious to see the Orcs being splattered by these debris.
Litch, it is correct name -- Bellevue Hospital. It is one massive hospital for all types. It has a floor reserved for mental ward. So Bellevue Hospital is what I called -- a sprawlin' hospital for all kinds. Interesting sign name from NYCers regarding the Bellevue Hospital -- you know the sign for "crazy"? Substitute it with "B". Simply put, yes, true biz. Yes, true biz.
Anyway, should I go to The Hole tonight? Or home? Hole? Home? Hole ...
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
The Price of Fame
The reports out of the District continues to make me smile. I guess, the years of experiencing petty things has accumulated to a point where you became too wise for these craps.
Apparently, someone broke in a fraternity's chapter room at Gallaudet and vandalized the chapter room. Kappa Gamma is pretty much popular at Gallaudet despite the fact that it is not Deaf fraternity, which is odd, to say the least.
Yes, it is true that many of these gentlemen are nice but wields such ego that one has to deflate from day to day.
It did not surprise me at all that someone would ransack their chapter room just to demoralize their pride. I personally do not approve of the vandalism, but I also acknowledge that in order to be on the top and all that, one has to pay the price eventually.
I find it interesting that it was our fraternity who reported the vandalism to the authorities immediately after they saw the damages. Our fraternity is not high on anyone's list, obviously, but we are pretty much dignified people with weird backgrounds.
You know, Lil Joe mentioned that Manhattan would love to have Beth here. Because the city loves people who are very proud of their breasts. Beth already named her breasts. Pride and Joy.
How can you NOT smile at that?
I met a cute guy two nights ago -- actually two of them -- one is from Dublin, Ireland. One is from Toronto, Ontario. Brian is Irish, Paul is Canadian. Brian is cute but just visiting. So screw him. ;-)
As for Paul, he has the looks that I could die for. Very hard to describe but so easy to VEE at him. So easy to make me smile and say, "he's mine, no one can have him." We started to chat right after he saw my blackberry pager, I was reading Sarah's message at that time. He came over and said you got it? So do I.
He got in law school at NYU and is here in town to look for a place to live -- is he using me as an avenue? So far, he didn't talk about the apartments or even shacking. Last night, he paged me and said, "I already learned 5 languages, so learning one more language will not hurt." I shot back, "Only if your brain is big enough to learn one more." He said, "Oh, I'm sure it is like Spanish, right?"
That is so cute, so cute enough to make me roll my eyes. Ahh, men are difficult to understand and hearing men are the worst. Oh, yeah, two nights ago, Paul asked me if I could give him my email address. I declined and said why? He said, "So I can get in touch with you for ... maybe a dinner?" I teased back, "Why? Did you know that I eat hearing men for dessert?" He was bit surprised about it. And asked, "Do you hate hearing men?" I said no, I view them as a group that I cannot live with or without -- no hatred, just leery but in a humorous way. He grinned and got my email address anyway.
Men.
R-
Apparently, someone broke in a fraternity's chapter room at Gallaudet and vandalized the chapter room. Kappa Gamma is pretty much popular at Gallaudet despite the fact that it is not Deaf fraternity, which is odd, to say the least.
Yes, it is true that many of these gentlemen are nice but wields such ego that one has to deflate from day to day.
It did not surprise me at all that someone would ransack their chapter room just to demoralize their pride. I personally do not approve of the vandalism, but I also acknowledge that in order to be on the top and all that, one has to pay the price eventually.
I find it interesting that it was our fraternity who reported the vandalism to the authorities immediately after they saw the damages. Our fraternity is not high on anyone's list, obviously, but we are pretty much dignified people with weird backgrounds.
You know, Lil Joe mentioned that Manhattan would love to have Beth here. Because the city loves people who are very proud of their breasts. Beth already named her breasts. Pride and Joy.
How can you NOT smile at that?
I met a cute guy two nights ago -- actually two of them -- one is from Dublin, Ireland. One is from Toronto, Ontario. Brian is Irish, Paul is Canadian. Brian is cute but just visiting. So screw him. ;-)
As for Paul, he has the looks that I could die for. Very hard to describe but so easy to VEE at him. So easy to make me smile and say, "he's mine, no one can have him." We started to chat right after he saw my blackberry pager, I was reading Sarah's message at that time. He came over and said you got it? So do I.
He got in law school at NYU and is here in town to look for a place to live -- is he using me as an avenue? So far, he didn't talk about the apartments or even shacking. Last night, he paged me and said, "I already learned 5 languages, so learning one more language will not hurt." I shot back, "Only if your brain is big enough to learn one more." He said, "Oh, I'm sure it is like Spanish, right?"
That is so cute, so cute enough to make me roll my eyes. Ahh, men are difficult to understand and hearing men are the worst. Oh, yeah, two nights ago, Paul asked me if I could give him my email address. I declined and said why? He said, "So I can get in touch with you for ... maybe a dinner?" I teased back, "Why? Did you know that I eat hearing men for dessert?" He was bit surprised about it. And asked, "Do you hate hearing men?" I said no, I view them as a group that I cannot live with or without -- no hatred, just leery but in a humorous way. He grinned and got my email address anyway.
Men.
R-
Monday, March 22, 2004
My Darkest Fear ...
Last week on Monday or Tuesday, the NY POST or NY DAILY NEWS reported that the cops found two dead bodies in Harlem bathroom after the neighbors became concerned when they saw the mails piling up on the apartment door.
Among the dead bodies are nearly 350-lb mother and a 3-year old boy. The cops said that the mother died of massive heart attack trying to give him a bath and fell on 3-year old boy, either drowned or suffocated him in the process. They were found few days later. Not only that, they had a 25-year old daughter sitting in the living room the whole time because she is autistic.
Honestly, do you think you'd find this in Cincinnati or Little Rock? Only in New York, my dear, only in New York!!
I was correct about the Internet relay service -- I was paged by a couple of friends in DC that the FBI agents are swarming at Gallaudet campus for its bomb threats.
Last Saturday night at XL, I noticed that lots of twinks, 40s-years-old guys who acted like 18 years old, muscular guys, hairy but "shaved and say that they re smooth, really!" guys were wearing black shirts. It turns out to be Black Party -- another circuit party in this town.
I hate Circuit Parties -- they were designed to allow HIV to travel much faster and quicker. Well, these guys probably deserved it, anyway.
I'm out for the day.
R-
Among the dead bodies are nearly 350-lb mother and a 3-year old boy. The cops said that the mother died of massive heart attack trying to give him a bath and fell on 3-year old boy, either drowned or suffocated him in the process. They were found few days later. Not only that, they had a 25-year old daughter sitting in the living room the whole time because she is autistic.
Honestly, do you think you'd find this in Cincinnati or Little Rock? Only in New York, my dear, only in New York!!
I was correct about the Internet relay service -- I was paged by a couple of friends in DC that the FBI agents are swarming at Gallaudet campus for its bomb threats.
Last Saturday night at XL, I noticed that lots of twinks, 40s-years-old guys who acted like 18 years old, muscular guys, hairy but "shaved and say that they re smooth, really!" guys were wearing black shirts. It turns out to be Black Party -- another circuit party in this town.
I hate Circuit Parties -- they were designed to allow HIV to travel much faster and quicker. Well, these guys probably deserved it, anyway.
I'm out for the day.
R-
Friday, March 19, 2004
Tammy Faye Messner
I forgot to mention about her. I just learned that she has an inoperable lung cancer. That really sucks. Mark, Mitch and I met her once before at DC's Gay Pride Festival. We were stucked outside of a fence while she was inside, talking to someone else. Mitch flashed her a ILY sign (whoopee!!!), she stopped talking to that dude and came over to us. I was the VEE as she tried to stick her hands through the fence. What made me VEE more is that Mitch did not reach out to her hand for few seconds, he just stared at her, perhaps did not expect her to come over. I told him to reach out to her. He snapped back to reality and reached out -- Mark was more than happy to touch her hands because he got a chance to rub on Tammy Faye's wedding ring. He probably overdid it as she started to realize that he was rubbing on her ring and she pulled off and said, "I love you guys!".
I snickered and VEE at the whole charade.
I also enjoyed seeing her on tube with the porn star Ron Jeremy and former rapper Vanilla Ice. Very modest but yet so funny.
Just for a kick, check this link. It made you smile and say, "Oh, please!"
Until then,
R-
I snickered and VEE at the whole charade.
I also enjoyed seeing her on tube with the porn star Ron Jeremy and former rapper Vanilla Ice. Very modest but yet so funny.
Just for a kick, check this link. It made you smile and say, "Oh, please!"
Until then,
R-
Few Tidbits
Read this:
Washington, DC Schools Receive Internet Bomb Threat
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Police searched all schools in Washington, D.C., on Friday after receiving a threat via the Internet that bombs had been placed in five schools.
"There was a general call that five schools have explosive devices in them," police spokesman Officer Quentin Peterson said by telephone. "The threat was received through an Internet relay service."
He said police were searching all schools in the U.S. capital, including private schools, because it was unclear which schools had been targeted.
An FBI (news - web sites) spokeswoman said there had been an Internet threat that bombs would go off at five schools at noon on Friday, but the schools and the area were not specified. She said the FBI was on standby and would assist if needed.
# # #
Read the second paragraph carefully. Yes, it has to be a deaf person. It has to be.
Litch, I knew nobody would come up this week. It seems to me that everyone down there loves to *talk* about going but never get around to do it. Again, it took me two years to plot the return to Manhattan.
The melodrama by Witch can be ... so disturbing, considering the fact that the next article, he seems to be sane. Which is just a form of insanity by itself. ;-)
My mother can be so inane at times. She paged me and asked me if it's snowing here in Manhattan. I looked outside, it's just snowing lightly but no accumulation on the ground. My mother responded, "WEATHERMAN IS LIAR!! HE MUST BE SHOT OR FIRED!!" Whoopee!
About "The Passion of Christ", it is ridiculous to a point where I do not give a fuck about it except not to see it. Some people debated that the film is anti-semitic which I think it is. Why? They indirectly filmed on how barbaric Jews are. They panned the showings on some Jews' noses, coins et al. Did you know that in the past, many Jews are terrified of 'Good Friday' in April because of pogroms associated to that date? My hunch is that some Jews will be attacked by X-ians on that particular day.
Now Mel Gibson is talking about producing a movie called "Channukah" -- perhaps, to atone his sins for being anti-semitic. But again, he is stupid prick. He even commented that even he loves his wife, his wife is still going to Hell because she is a Protestant. Stuff like this made me roll my eyes and grimace to the blue sky above us. Only if the Age of Ridorism is here ...
Where the heck is Merritt?! I had not heard from him in ages. He normally left the snide remarks on my AIM when I dozed off. But these days, I do *not* see him leaving messages at all. How tragic.
Am pondering whether if I should go to Rock Festival in DC? The last time, I was pretty much fucked up but I also noticed the gap between me and the youngsters. So this time, it'd only wide the gap, though. Not a pleasant sight to behold, though.
St. Patrick's Day is big thing in New York City -- lots of Irish pride among the peers ... I think there is not a place in the world that consumed so much alcohol on a day like New York on 17th of March. Except Boston or Dublin, maybe.
Thank God it's Friday ... which means ... *evil grin*.
R-
Washington, DC Schools Receive Internet Bomb Threat
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Police searched all schools in Washington, D.C., on Friday after receiving a threat via the Internet that bombs had been placed in five schools.
"There was a general call that five schools have explosive devices in them," police spokesman Officer Quentin Peterson said by telephone. "The threat was received through an Internet relay service."
He said police were searching all schools in the U.S. capital, including private schools, because it was unclear which schools had been targeted.
An FBI (news - web sites) spokeswoman said there had been an Internet threat that bombs would go off at five schools at noon on Friday, but the schools and the area were not specified. She said the FBI was on standby and would assist if needed.
# # #
Read the second paragraph carefully. Yes, it has to be a deaf person. It has to be.
Litch, I knew nobody would come up this week. It seems to me that everyone down there loves to *talk* about going but never get around to do it. Again, it took me two years to plot the return to Manhattan.
The melodrama by Witch can be ... so disturbing, considering the fact that the next article, he seems to be sane. Which is just a form of insanity by itself. ;-)
My mother can be so inane at times. She paged me and asked me if it's snowing here in Manhattan. I looked outside, it's just snowing lightly but no accumulation on the ground. My mother responded, "WEATHERMAN IS LIAR!! HE MUST BE SHOT OR FIRED!!" Whoopee!
About "The Passion of Christ", it is ridiculous to a point where I do not give a fuck about it except not to see it. Some people debated that the film is anti-semitic which I think it is. Why? They indirectly filmed on how barbaric Jews are. They panned the showings on some Jews' noses, coins et al. Did you know that in the past, many Jews are terrified of 'Good Friday' in April because of pogroms associated to that date? My hunch is that some Jews will be attacked by X-ians on that particular day.
Now Mel Gibson is talking about producing a movie called "Channukah" -- perhaps, to atone his sins for being anti-semitic. But again, he is stupid prick. He even commented that even he loves his wife, his wife is still going to Hell because she is a Protestant. Stuff like this made me roll my eyes and grimace to the blue sky above us. Only if the Age of Ridorism is here ...
Where the heck is Merritt?! I had not heard from him in ages. He normally left the snide remarks on my AIM when I dozed off. But these days, I do *not* see him leaving messages at all. How tragic.
Am pondering whether if I should go to Rock Festival in DC? The last time, I was pretty much fucked up but I also noticed the gap between me and the youngsters. So this time, it'd only wide the gap, though. Not a pleasant sight to behold, though.
St. Patrick's Day is big thing in New York City -- lots of Irish pride among the peers ... I think there is not a place in the world that consumed so much alcohol on a day like New York on 17th of March. Except Boston or Dublin, maybe.
Thank God it's Friday ... which means ... *evil grin*.
R-
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Rejoice!!
A coordinated system of many holograms appeard all over the world as it showed a beautiful woman smiling with a chic, but conservative dress. People all over the world were startled by the sudden presence of a hologram. The hologram woman began to speak:
"Rejoice! Children of the Universe, rejoice!! For the Age of Ridorism is upon us! Your magnificent, beneficial and supreme Emperor has vanquished all countries over the world in order to unify for one goal: Globalization in the name of Ridorism.
From now on, the laws that were made in different places are invalid, therefore abolished by your magnificent supreme Emperor. These terrorists who posed a challenge to the supremacy of Ridorism and lost, shall lose their lives at public executions at a later date, decreed by the Supreme Emperor.
The new laws and decisions shall be made by your Emperor at all times. Your arguments, opinions and beliefs are all invalid. After all, it is not democracy any longer, it is the Age of Ridorism.
To balance the economy and consolidation all countries into one massive country, your Emperor decreed that there shall be one ruling class on this planet. The ruling class is reserved none other than people who are not hearies, chosen by your magnificent Emperor.
For these who are capable of hearing sounds are useful in many areas, so your Emperor also decreed that they are to be enslaved therefore owned by Him and his ruling class. It is also decreed that no hearie has the rights as your magnificent Emperor abolished these backward laws. Anyone who objects or resists the concept of a modern system shall be met with dealt in a swift and painless death.
To compensate for enslavement, each person shall be well-fed, housed and clothed as provided by the ruling class of this planet.
Remember, in this Age of Ridorism, this is the beginning of a new system -- a system where there is no such thing as an individual. Each of you are Ridorian by birth. Any religion is a thing of the past, therefore to practice these ancient beliefs go in the past as well. There shall be no observation of any special dates except for one day. That particular day which is known as the Birth of Ridorism, it shall be the world holiday where every labor of any levels shall be observe with respect by taking a half-day off from working.
Rejoice! Children of the universe, rej -- "
# # #
Well, I woke up from a nap. Oh, god, I wish it'd be like that. *sigh*
Cheers,
R-
"Rejoice! Children of the Universe, rejoice!! For the Age of Ridorism is upon us! Your magnificent, beneficial and supreme Emperor has vanquished all countries over the world in order to unify for one goal: Globalization in the name of Ridorism.
From now on, the laws that were made in different places are invalid, therefore abolished by your magnificent supreme Emperor. These terrorists who posed a challenge to the supremacy of Ridorism and lost, shall lose their lives at public executions at a later date, decreed by the Supreme Emperor.
The new laws and decisions shall be made by your Emperor at all times. Your arguments, opinions and beliefs are all invalid. After all, it is not democracy any longer, it is the Age of Ridorism.
To balance the economy and consolidation all countries into one massive country, your Emperor decreed that there shall be one ruling class on this planet. The ruling class is reserved none other than people who are not hearies, chosen by your magnificent Emperor.
For these who are capable of hearing sounds are useful in many areas, so your Emperor also decreed that they are to be enslaved therefore owned by Him and his ruling class. It is also decreed that no hearie has the rights as your magnificent Emperor abolished these backward laws. Anyone who objects or resists the concept of a modern system shall be met with dealt in a swift and painless death.
To compensate for enslavement, each person shall be well-fed, housed and clothed as provided by the ruling class of this planet.
Remember, in this Age of Ridorism, this is the beginning of a new system -- a system where there is no such thing as an individual. Each of you are Ridorian by birth. Any religion is a thing of the past, therefore to practice these ancient beliefs go in the past as well. There shall be no observation of any special dates except for one day. That particular day which is known as the Birth of Ridorism, it shall be the world holiday where every labor of any levels shall be observe with respect by taking a half-day off from working.
Rejoice! Children of the universe, rej -- "
# # #
Well, I woke up from a nap. Oh, god, I wish it'd be like that. *sigh*
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
"GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS OF OZ!! WICKED IS DEAD!"
Last night, it snowed heavily in the region, created a lot of wet, slushy shit around the city. But did it stop me from going to see the Broadway play called "Wicked"? No.
The musical play, "Wicked" is based on the novel by Gregory Maguire. The play is directed by Joe Mantello.
When I entered the Gershwin Theatre, I was impressed with the build-up approach to the theatre, everywhere I see is green. Lights, walls -- you can feel the hype about Green. The novel talked about the most misunderstood character of all, the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. It is certainly good place to VEE VEE and VEE.
Before the play started, Joe Santini and I went to the bar to get a cup of wine to pep ourselves up for the play. When we entered the theatre, I is the VEE at the stage -- it must cost nearly a million dollar to do the works.
As you know, I am dramatic person when I want (or have to). I will cause a scene if things do not look good. They provide interpreters in front of the stage, but I sit at J25, that is pretty far away from the interpreter's position. And what's even worse was that the first 3 or 4 rows was reserved for hearing ASL students, then 4th or 5th row to 15th row are for Deaf people!
My group was pissed off about this seating arrangement. My friend, Kate objected. Then the lady came over with an interpreter, Christina Turnzo-Mosleh. I told the lady in charge that it is not right that deaf people sits behind hearing people and having a difficult time seeing the interpreter (I used the term, "STRAIN OUR EYES FAR DOWN THERE!"). The lady said, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do at this time."
Her fatal mistake, my dear friends. As many of my close friends already knew the Truth, that line sets me off. I chortled, "That line is so insensitive." I stared at the interpreter, she stared at me whether if she should say that, I told her, "Say it to her, do it." She interpreted. She stared at me with a gasp.
Then I cracked a line, "I guess if I have a hard time seeing the interpreter from here, I will make sure that I stand up during the performance for a better view, regardless if there are people behind me who feels I was blocking their view because I paid the ticket to see and understand the play."
Christina Trunzo-Mosleh stared at me then interpreted. Joe could not believe what I said. I was tough, wicked bitch. I stared at the lady. The lady could not believe that I made such a threat, "No, no, come with me." She scrambled to transfer me and Joe down to third row and we had a great view of interpreters and the close-up of the stage.
So ... it works, my children. With a direct threat, people caved in. However, you know that I'm picky with plays. The opening minutes must, in my view, win the audience or it flops, case closed. Just an A or F, no betweens.
"Wicked" is termed as the "Best Musical of the Year" by many local papers in New York -- sure enough, the opening minutes of the play were absolutely stunning and explosive as the citizens of Oz ran around and sung, "GOOD NEWS! WICKED IS DEAD! WICKED IS LIAR! THE UGLY WITCH IS DEAD! NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!"
I was the VEE, VEE and VEE!!! I was sitting three rows away from three interpreters -- one cute guy named Alan Champion, he signed the song with a passion and inadvertently pointed at me as the wicked when he said, "THERE WICKED IS DEAD, THERE WICKED LIAR, THERE WICKED IS UGLY GREEN!" -- I turned to Joe and said, "Yeah, I am Wicked."
Idina Menzel performed as Elphaba, or the WICKED. She was absolutely GREAT. So did Laura Bell Bundy as Galinda or later known as Glinda. I need to molest Norbert Leo Butz. He is so hot.
I was mesmerized with the play. The conclusion of the play also ended with a bang. Overall, Wicked is exhilarating, feel-good and cool. It guarantees to make you smile when you emerged from the theatre.
In fact, I told Alan Champion that I was wounded that he called me the Wicked. He said he noticed later in the play that he kept on pointing at me and realized it. And grinned, profusely apologizing. Told him that I like being called that, though. I can relate to Elphaba! As Web later said, "Why must he apologize? You are wicked!"
When we came out of the theatre, we saw an amusing billboard right before exiting the building, it reads: "You Are Now Leaving Oz. Here You Enter Reality. Please Drive (Or Fly!) Carefully."
What can you do but to smile?
Let's be wicked today! After all, she is green and today is St. Patrick's Day! Let's be WICKED!
GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS OF OZ! THE WICKED IS DEAD! HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
*chuckling*
R-
The musical play, "Wicked" is based on the novel by Gregory Maguire. The play is directed by Joe Mantello.
When I entered the Gershwin Theatre, I was impressed with the build-up approach to the theatre, everywhere I see is green. Lights, walls -- you can feel the hype about Green. The novel talked about the most misunderstood character of all, the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. It is certainly good place to VEE VEE and VEE.
Before the play started, Joe Santini and I went to the bar to get a cup of wine to pep ourselves up for the play. When we entered the theatre, I is the VEE at the stage -- it must cost nearly a million dollar to do the works.
As you know, I am dramatic person when I want (or have to). I will cause a scene if things do not look good. They provide interpreters in front of the stage, but I sit at J25, that is pretty far away from the interpreter's position. And what's even worse was that the first 3 or 4 rows was reserved for hearing ASL students, then 4th or 5th row to 15th row are for Deaf people!
My group was pissed off about this seating arrangement. My friend, Kate objected. Then the lady came over with an interpreter, Christina Turnzo-Mosleh. I told the lady in charge that it is not right that deaf people sits behind hearing people and having a difficult time seeing the interpreter (I used the term, "STRAIN OUR EYES FAR DOWN THERE!"). The lady said, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do at this time."
Her fatal mistake, my dear friends. As many of my close friends already knew the Truth, that line sets me off. I chortled, "That line is so insensitive." I stared at the interpreter, she stared at me whether if she should say that, I told her, "Say it to her, do it." She interpreted. She stared at me with a gasp.
Then I cracked a line, "I guess if I have a hard time seeing the interpreter from here, I will make sure that I stand up during the performance for a better view, regardless if there are people behind me who feels I was blocking their view because I paid the ticket to see and understand the play."
Christina Trunzo-Mosleh stared at me then interpreted. Joe could not believe what I said. I was tough, wicked bitch. I stared at the lady. The lady could not believe that I made such a threat, "No, no, come with me." She scrambled to transfer me and Joe down to third row and we had a great view of interpreters and the close-up of the stage.
So ... it works, my children. With a direct threat, people caved in. However, you know that I'm picky with plays. The opening minutes must, in my view, win the audience or it flops, case closed. Just an A or F, no betweens.
"Wicked" is termed as the "Best Musical of the Year" by many local papers in New York -- sure enough, the opening minutes of the play were absolutely stunning and explosive as the citizens of Oz ran around and sung, "GOOD NEWS! WICKED IS DEAD! WICKED IS LIAR! THE UGLY WITCH IS DEAD! NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!"
I was the VEE, VEE and VEE!!! I was sitting three rows away from three interpreters -- one cute guy named Alan Champion, he signed the song with a passion and inadvertently pointed at me as the wicked when he said, "THERE WICKED IS DEAD, THERE WICKED LIAR, THERE WICKED IS UGLY GREEN!" -- I turned to Joe and said, "Yeah, I am Wicked."
Idina Menzel performed as Elphaba, or the WICKED. She was absolutely GREAT. So did Laura Bell Bundy as Galinda or later known as Glinda. I need to molest Norbert Leo Butz. He is so hot.
I was mesmerized with the play. The conclusion of the play also ended with a bang. Overall, Wicked is exhilarating, feel-good and cool. It guarantees to make you smile when you emerged from the theatre.
In fact, I told Alan Champion that I was wounded that he called me the Wicked. He said he noticed later in the play that he kept on pointing at me and realized it. And grinned, profusely apologizing. Told him that I like being called that, though. I can relate to Elphaba! As Web later said, "Why must he apologize? You are wicked!"
When we came out of the theatre, we saw an amusing billboard right before exiting the building, it reads: "You Are Now Leaving Oz. Here You Enter Reality. Please Drive (Or Fly!) Carefully."
What can you do but to smile?
Let's be wicked today! After all, she is green and today is St. Patrick's Day! Let's be WICKED!
GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS OF OZ! THE WICKED IS DEAD! HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
*chuckling*
R-
Friday, March 12, 2004
911 Days
You probably heard about the commuter train explosions yesterday in Madrid, Spain. Many people were alarmed that it happened *exactly* 2 1/2 years after the 9/11 Horrors. Not only that, it also occured on 3/11. Not only that, between these dates (9/11/01 and 3/11/04), it rings up 911 days.
Oh, lord. In 300 years, someone would say that it's prophetic.
You know, after reading Larry Gonick's books, one thing that hasn't changed since the beginning of everything ... violence. And maybe prostitution. But actually, the world is always based on conquest after conquest after conquest after conquest ...
Back then, we were able to fight face-to-face with some interesting innovations that shock the people from time to time. Today, like Web said, the violence itself became impersonal. We just can fire a rocket for miles and kill 300 people. We can just toss a grenade and blow the city bus. We can just make bombs and leave it in bags or suitcases and let it explode and kill some in the process.
Come to think of this, we are going through a phase of impersonality. We do not know real enemy until it explodes in our faces. Back then, we could chase Genghis Khan or Hitler down to its core. But with Osama bin Laden, everything becomes murky and difficult to do so.
You see, I use the transit system in New York. One of the world's biggest transit system. It will *not* surprise me that a disaster like Madrid could happen here anyday. In fact, I expect it. If it does happen, shit happens. It's OK with me. I'll just die or maim somehow then move on.
To make you smile for what is worth about the history of violence, I just learned something interesting. In Constantinople before the Turks overwhelmed and changed it to Istanbul during the Dark Ages (the period where the Bubonic Plague decimated 3/4 of Europeans), the Mongols struggled to conquer Constantinople and during the wars, they lack the manpower to bury the dead bodies. To throw the Plague in, more dead bodies lying around. The Mongols decided to flung the dead bodies over the heavy & tall wall that divided the Mongols and Constantinople by using the machine that throws the rocks over -- they replaced the rocks with infected dead bodies. In Constantinople, people had to look up in the sky to see if people are flying down on them!
Even with the horrors, you have to admit that you got to snicker a little about that. I do.
*snicker*
R-
Oh, lord. In 300 years, someone would say that it's prophetic.
You know, after reading Larry Gonick's books, one thing that hasn't changed since the beginning of everything ... violence. And maybe prostitution. But actually, the world is always based on conquest after conquest after conquest after conquest ...
Back then, we were able to fight face-to-face with some interesting innovations that shock the people from time to time. Today, like Web said, the violence itself became impersonal. We just can fire a rocket for miles and kill 300 people. We can just toss a grenade and blow the city bus. We can just make bombs and leave it in bags or suitcases and let it explode and kill some in the process.
Come to think of this, we are going through a phase of impersonality. We do not know real enemy until it explodes in our faces. Back then, we could chase Genghis Khan or Hitler down to its core. But with Osama bin Laden, everything becomes murky and difficult to do so.
You see, I use the transit system in New York. One of the world's biggest transit system. It will *not* surprise me that a disaster like Madrid could happen here anyday. In fact, I expect it. If it does happen, shit happens. It's OK with me. I'll just die or maim somehow then move on.
To make you smile for what is worth about the history of violence, I just learned something interesting. In Constantinople before the Turks overwhelmed and changed it to Istanbul during the Dark Ages (the period where the Bubonic Plague decimated 3/4 of Europeans), the Mongols struggled to conquer Constantinople and during the wars, they lack the manpower to bury the dead bodies. To throw the Plague in, more dead bodies lying around. The Mongols decided to flung the dead bodies over the heavy & tall wall that divided the Mongols and Constantinople by using the machine that throws the rocks over -- they replaced the rocks with infected dead bodies. In Constantinople, people had to look up in the sky to see if people are flying down on them!
Even with the horrors, you have to admit that you got to snicker a little about that. I do.
*snicker*
R-
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Todd Bertuzzi Is A Dickhead
In JSA #51, Mordru growled and jumped at Dr. Fate right after Dr. Fate called him a coward. Mordru grabbed Dr. Fate's neck and shouted, "Coward?! I fear nothing, and you are nothing!!" Sure enough, Mordru tried to strangle and absorb Dr. Fate. Nevertheless, Mordru failed to do so, according to the story but if it was up to me, I'd allow Mordru to crush Dr. Fate and conquer everything that the United States fought for.
I'd love to see Mordru kicking Todd Bertuzzi!
who is he? He is a professional hockey player from Vancouver Cancucks who pulled a sucker punch from behind on an opposing player. And tackled him to the ground -- broke his neck and bashed his face.
The next day, Todd brought his wife to the press conference and were reportedly to choke three times as he apologized for hurting Steve Moore. "I did not mean to do it," Todd sobbed. I was like, "Wait a sec, you pulled a sucker punch and tackle on this guy on a purpose to *hurt* him and you did not mean this?"
That was a major turn-off. He is only sorry because he lost his pay for the remainder of the season. It was clever of him to bring his wife to the press conference to "paint" himself as an average person. Oh, god.
somebody please kick that GW Bush in the ass? GW Bush complained that President Clinton was using White House for his "friends" to sleep over. Republicans reacted incessantly for weeks. Now Bush did it 270 times with different people and where are the Republicans? Hiding and acting like it's OK for the Republicans to have that but not the Democrats. GW Bush is one stupid fella. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will call him as the President of my country.
Beth is coming to Gotham City tomorrow evening -- then we will drag her throughout the island and by time she is done with the city, her vision of what the world should be will be shattered.
Web helped me out by highlighted my hairdo -- in few days, I will make sure to cut the hairdo to look like Dan Dickau, a hottie from Portland Trailblazers BUT too bad, he's a Christian. Not a good sign.
Ahh, The Simpsons is coming on -- I gotta watch it! It is a great "family values" that many Christians should emulate from. They are articulate, smart and funny. Now, the question is: What state is Springfield located in?!
Cheers,
R-
I'd love to see Mordru kicking Todd Bertuzzi!
who is he? He is a professional hockey player from Vancouver Cancucks who pulled a sucker punch from behind on an opposing player. And tackled him to the ground -- broke his neck and bashed his face.
The next day, Todd brought his wife to the press conference and were reportedly to choke three times as he apologized for hurting Steve Moore. "I did not mean to do it," Todd sobbed. I was like, "Wait a sec, you pulled a sucker punch and tackle on this guy on a purpose to *hurt* him and you did not mean this?"
That was a major turn-off. He is only sorry because he lost his pay for the remainder of the season. It was clever of him to bring his wife to the press conference to "paint" himself as an average person. Oh, god.
somebody please kick that GW Bush in the ass? GW Bush complained that President Clinton was using White House for his "friends" to sleep over. Republicans reacted incessantly for weeks. Now Bush did it 270 times with different people and where are the Republicans? Hiding and acting like it's OK for the Republicans to have that but not the Democrats. GW Bush is one stupid fella. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will call him as the President of my country.
Beth is coming to Gotham City tomorrow evening -- then we will drag her throughout the island and by time she is done with the city, her vision of what the world should be will be shattered.
Web helped me out by highlighted my hairdo -- in few days, I will make sure to cut the hairdo to look like Dan Dickau, a hottie from Portland Trailblazers BUT too bad, he's a Christian. Not a good sign.
Ahh, The Simpsons is coming on -- I gotta watch it! It is a great "family values" that many Christians should emulate from. They are articulate, smart and funny. Now, the question is: What state is Springfield located in?!
Cheers,
R-
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Larry Gonick Rocks
It is not often that I complimented a hearing person. But Larry Gonick rocks. His works on "The Cartoon History of the Universe I, II and III" are awesome.
If I was to teach World Civilization at Gallaudet or at a deaf school, this is the book I would require the students to read. It is funny, informative and interesting. How often do you get to learn that a certain persons would behead their heads off in order to rally their soldiers before the battle started? Well, it *did* happen in China. Stuff like that could make students see that religion plays a pivotal role in wars.
Last week at work was so hectic and dramatic. I hope this week will be much better.
I think I'll ring that guy down the street for a quickie or something.
I went out last Friday to a movie with Boris, Joe, Web and Sarah. The French film, that is. You know how French folks are. They eat people, snails and dont shave their armpits or legs. And in this film, you get to see a brother fucking a sister. What else is new with French?
After that, we went to Deaf Professional Happy Hour -- nothing exciting except that I saw a familiar face from college. It was nice time to chat a little then went home. I stayed home on Saturday and Sunday. I was good boy. Really, I was.
Cheers,
R-
If I was to teach World Civilization at Gallaudet or at a deaf school, this is the book I would require the students to read. It is funny, informative and interesting. How often do you get to learn that a certain persons would behead their heads off in order to rally their soldiers before the battle started? Well, it *did* happen in China. Stuff like that could make students see that religion plays a pivotal role in wars.
Last week at work was so hectic and dramatic. I hope this week will be much better.
I think I'll ring that guy down the street for a quickie or something.
I went out last Friday to a movie with Boris, Joe, Web and Sarah. The French film, that is. You know how French folks are. They eat people, snails and dont shave their armpits or legs. And in this film, you get to see a brother fucking a sister. What else is new with French?
After that, we went to Deaf Professional Happy Hour -- nothing exciting except that I saw a familiar face from college. It was nice time to chat a little then went home. I stayed home on Saturday and Sunday. I was good boy. Really, I was.
Cheers,
R-
Monday, March 01, 2004
Just An Ordinary Weekend
Chlms paged me last week that my actions transcended the meaning of shock value and my actions elevated myself separate from the term. Well, well, well ... truer words were never spoken, my dear!
Last Saturday night, I was IMmed by a straight guy who has a dilemma. His girlfriend pestered him to have a threesome (again), but this time it is 2-guys, 1-gal arrangement. He was scared, nervous and unsure. He wanted to experience to see if he could maintain an erection and enjoy the romp with a guy. And he discovered that I am in the area, it is to save time and bullshit. I was skeptical but he proved it to me nevertheless. He came over. He was such a charming fella with a nice wood. He was worried that he couldn't have an erection. But after 5 minutes of massage, he sported an angry boner that demands the full attention of mine.
It was fun. He said, "No kisses, no romantic stuff, just teach me." I complied but he abolished these rules as he pulled me to make out and grind him out. It was fun. Now he can do the threesome to fulfill his girlfirend's fantasies.
On Sunday night, I was off the track for two hours on the subway because a deranged man caused a series of explosions on the subway rails that paralyzed A, C, E, F, D and G trains (I use F, A, C often). That deranged man was caught as soon as he emerged out of these tunnels but I had to scramble to get another train to Manhattan to meet Mikey and Walter.
We met at SBNY, and had a boring time. So we decided to take advantage of open bar at The Park sponsored by Jon McGovern's infamous "Gay Pimp" stuff. Little did I know that Corey, my dah-lin' DJ at The Hole and The Cock is a friend of Jon. The Park is gorgeous place but I was sitting by a door that doesn't shut properly -- so when someone opens the door, it goes open and I'm freezing my ass off. Mikey and I had to close, close, close and close the fucking door. Then people come in and out and in and out and in and out. We decided to throw limes and ices at them if they did not close. At one point, Mikey threw the whole cup of mixed drink at someone but too bad, his aim is awful. ;-)
Later, I watched the Oscars and Jon was sitting not far from me and I cracked a line that the winners of Oscars should bang their trophies on whatmacallit in front of the audience to see if it's real trophy. Jon broke into laughter. Nice fella.
Boom! The door upstairs opened, Corey had to work. Of course, I get free drinks as always. Gotta love Corey. Guess who was next to me and chatted briefly with me, Mikey and Walter? His name is none other than Boy George.
Oh, lord. Hold yourselves! I also have to say something else ... he is not thin. He is ... what I'd say: BIG guy. He was nice but bit dorky.
Shortly, Mikey, Walter and I had an argument with one guy who made fun of Walter and I wrote him a note to scold him but he did not read the note -- instead he put the note into the candle and it ignited a small fire. Then Mikey, in one of his drunken behaviors, snatched this man's alcoholic drink and poured it on this small fire. It exploded into a huge one on the bar as we left the man to scramble and try to douse the fire.
The moral of the story is ... fuck with us, you pay for your sins.
Cheers,
R-
Last Saturday night, I was IMmed by a straight guy who has a dilemma. His girlfriend pestered him to have a threesome (again), but this time it is 2-guys, 1-gal arrangement. He was scared, nervous and unsure. He wanted to experience to see if he could maintain an erection and enjoy the romp with a guy. And he discovered that I am in the area, it is to save time and bullshit. I was skeptical but he proved it to me nevertheless. He came over. He was such a charming fella with a nice wood. He was worried that he couldn't have an erection. But after 5 minutes of massage, he sported an angry boner that demands the full attention of mine.
It was fun. He said, "No kisses, no romantic stuff, just teach me." I complied but he abolished these rules as he pulled me to make out and grind him out. It was fun. Now he can do the threesome to fulfill his girlfirend's fantasies.
On Sunday night, I was off the track for two hours on the subway because a deranged man caused a series of explosions on the subway rails that paralyzed A, C, E, F, D and G trains (I use F, A, C often). That deranged man was caught as soon as he emerged out of these tunnels but I had to scramble to get another train to Manhattan to meet Mikey and Walter.
We met at SBNY, and had a boring time. So we decided to take advantage of open bar at The Park sponsored by Jon McGovern's infamous "Gay Pimp" stuff. Little did I know that Corey, my dah-lin' DJ at The Hole and The Cock is a friend of Jon. The Park is gorgeous place but I was sitting by a door that doesn't shut properly -- so when someone opens the door, it goes open and I'm freezing my ass off. Mikey and I had to close, close, close and close the fucking door. Then people come in and out and in and out and in and out. We decided to throw limes and ices at them if they did not close. At one point, Mikey threw the whole cup of mixed drink at someone but too bad, his aim is awful. ;-)
Later, I watched the Oscars and Jon was sitting not far from me and I cracked a line that the winners of Oscars should bang their trophies on whatmacallit in front of the audience to see if it's real trophy. Jon broke into laughter. Nice fella.
Boom! The door upstairs opened, Corey had to work. Of course, I get free drinks as always. Gotta love Corey. Guess who was next to me and chatted briefly with me, Mikey and Walter? His name is none other than Boy George.
Oh, lord. Hold yourselves! I also have to say something else ... he is not thin. He is ... what I'd say: BIG guy. He was nice but bit dorky.
Shortly, Mikey, Walter and I had an argument with one guy who made fun of Walter and I wrote him a note to scold him but he did not read the note -- instead he put the note into the candle and it ignited a small fire. Then Mikey, in one of his drunken behaviors, snatched this man's alcoholic drink and poured it on this small fire. It exploded into a huge one on the bar as we left the man to scramble and try to douse the fire.
The moral of the story is ... fuck with us, you pay for your sins.
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Barnes & Noble Booksellers Cannot Afford ... ?
10 months ago, I found out that there would be an appearance by Billy Bean to promote his book about his experiences as a professional baseball player and later, came out of the closet after his retirement. As a gay guy who enjoys sports tremendously -- really, I do! Honest! Ask anyone else who knew me!
However, I called Barnes & Noble Booksellers in downtown DC in the same building where Kevin and Larry worked, in order to request about having an interpreter so I can enjoy the reading and lecture by Billy. When I went to the Barnes & Noble Booksellers on that particular day, there was no interpreter. I was offended. I looked around for Billy Bean. I couldn't recognize him. I asked someone else where he is -- he pointed at him. My eyes nearly popped out -- he's shorty and ... EFFEMINATE! It is as if when he finally came out of the closet, he was able to overcompensate for what he missed during his baseball times.
Either way, I decided not to buy his book and solicit his signature because it would defeat the purpose of teaching him and the store a lesson or two about their discrimination. I made it clear by writing an email to Billy Bean via its official website and trashed him on that subject ... ok, I'll get back to this but now I gotta jump off the subject and talk about something else.
Someone asked me about "The Fuck on Chlms' B'day" -- one gal wanted to know who's who. I care about him. He's genuine, smart and sincere. I'll not use his name since he has a boyfriend who permitted me banging his ass when I feel like hooking up with him. Ah, I think I should make a note that ... he is kinda neighbor, about few blocks down the street. Which is convenient, though.
I want to take a vacation to Bora Bora with a guy I love. But I feel it will not happen, for some reasons. Bora Bora is one of these luxury hotels somewhere in the South Pacific. Why them? You have to check it out somewhere on the Internet.
I wrote an erotic story for the first time and submitted to a website. It got published and featured on a certain website. I already got 16 emails telling me that it was hot and they jerked off to it. I'm flattered, dude. And that story is based on a true story. :-)
Few days ago, Mikey and I chatted at Urge in East Village and one so-so guy came to us and said "ILY" in ASL, he interrupted our conversation. And pegged us with most overused sign in the world. I suddenly stood up and tapped on his shoulder while he stared at me as I flipped him my gorgeous middle finger. He was speechless and confused -- but laughed then asked me why? I told him that I did it for shock value to see his reaction. He was pretty cool with it -- even bought us a round of drinks. Gotta love these men in East Village!!
You know, what scared me the most is our liberal use of words to imitate the ASL signs, like "dodo" -- when we say "What you dodo tonight?", it means "What are you going to do tonight?", right? But if you say "what you dodo tonight?" to a hearing guy? The hearing guy would say, "Why did you ask me about shit?"
Now, back to the original subject about Billy Bean, he wrote me an email yesterday. I was surprised to get his email and when I read it, I was not satisfied with his comments. Here is what he wrote:
Subj:
Date: 2/24/2004 2:05:06 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: xxxxx@xxxxxxxx.xxx
To: Ridor1973@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Hello Ricky,
Please understand that I made an appearance in 21 cities on that tour. I had no idea the bookstore did not hire a person to sign for you or others. Most bookstores don't have the budget to provide that service. I certainly am considerate of all potential readers with or without disabilities.
I am sorry you had a bad experience.
I wish you well, and hope you will give the book a chance someday....
sincerely,
billy bean
Billy Bean, are you that stupid? Barnes & Noble Booksellers made a lot of profits in selling merchandises, contract with Starbucks and setting up more and more stores around the country, plus its bn.com are gaining grounds against amazon.com -- you think they do not have the money to get an interpreter?
Kiss my ass, Billy. It took you 10 months to think of a small sentence and yet, hoped that I'll give your book a chance? To coin a phrase from Mark's famous words: SYL to your book and SKSK to your face.
R-
However, I called Barnes & Noble Booksellers in downtown DC in the same building where Kevin and Larry worked, in order to request about having an interpreter so I can enjoy the reading and lecture by Billy. When I went to the Barnes & Noble Booksellers on that particular day, there was no interpreter. I was offended. I looked around for Billy Bean. I couldn't recognize him. I asked someone else where he is -- he pointed at him. My eyes nearly popped out -- he's shorty and ... EFFEMINATE! It is as if when he finally came out of the closet, he was able to overcompensate for what he missed during his baseball times.
Either way, I decided not to buy his book and solicit his signature because it would defeat the purpose of teaching him and the store a lesson or two about their discrimination. I made it clear by writing an email to Billy Bean via its official website and trashed him on that subject ... ok, I'll get back to this but now I gotta jump off the subject and talk about something else.
Someone asked me about "The Fuck on Chlms' B'day" -- one gal wanted to know who's who. I care about him. He's genuine, smart and sincere. I'll not use his name since he has a boyfriend who permitted me banging his ass when I feel like hooking up with him. Ah, I think I should make a note that ... he is kinda neighbor, about few blocks down the street. Which is convenient, though.
I want to take a vacation to Bora Bora with a guy I love. But I feel it will not happen, for some reasons. Bora Bora is one of these luxury hotels somewhere in the South Pacific. Why them? You have to check it out somewhere on the Internet.
I wrote an erotic story for the first time and submitted to a website. It got published and featured on a certain website. I already got 16 emails telling me that it was hot and they jerked off to it. I'm flattered, dude. And that story is based on a true story. :-)
Few days ago, Mikey and I chatted at Urge in East Village and one so-so guy came to us and said "ILY" in ASL, he interrupted our conversation. And pegged us with most overused sign in the world. I suddenly stood up and tapped on his shoulder while he stared at me as I flipped him my gorgeous middle finger. He was speechless and confused -- but laughed then asked me why? I told him that I did it for shock value to see his reaction. He was pretty cool with it -- even bought us a round of drinks. Gotta love these men in East Village!!
You know, what scared me the most is our liberal use of words to imitate the ASL signs, like "dodo" -- when we say "What you dodo tonight?", it means "What are you going to do tonight?", right? But if you say "what you dodo tonight?" to a hearing guy? The hearing guy would say, "Why did you ask me about shit?"
Now, back to the original subject about Billy Bean, he wrote me an email yesterday. I was surprised to get his email and when I read it, I was not satisfied with his comments. Here is what he wrote:
Subj:
Date: 2/24/2004 2:05:06 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: xxxxx@xxxxxxxx.xxx
To: Ridor1973@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Hello Ricky,
Please understand that I made an appearance in 21 cities on that tour. I had no idea the bookstore did not hire a person to sign for you or others. Most bookstores don't have the budget to provide that service. I certainly am considerate of all potential readers with or without disabilities.
I am sorry you had a bad experience.
I wish you well, and hope you will give the book a chance someday....
sincerely,
billy bean
Billy Bean, are you that stupid? Barnes & Noble Booksellers made a lot of profits in selling merchandises, contract with Starbucks and setting up more and more stores around the country, plus its bn.com are gaining grounds against amazon.com -- you think they do not have the money to get an interpreter?
Kiss my ass, Billy. It took you 10 months to think of a small sentence and yet, hoped that I'll give your book a chance? To coin a phrase from Mark's famous words: SYL to your book and SKSK to your face.
R-
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Shock Value
That words, Shock Value, define who I am. That is who I am.
Last Thursday night at The Hole, I am not sure if Web and Little Joe saw but Cyn saw it and she shrieked when I did something drastic. Someone threw a lime into the air and it landed in my cup filled with my favorite drink, Cape Cod. I was offended but certainly not upset. I lost the appetite to drink that cup so I tossed the whole cup in the air and let it land on someone else. Not my problem. Cyn was stunned and said, "YOU DID IT! MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!"
My response was, "Me what?"
Cheers,
R-
Last Thursday night at The Hole, I am not sure if Web and Little Joe saw but Cyn saw it and she shrieked when I did something drastic. Someone threw a lime into the air and it landed in my cup filled with my favorite drink, Cape Cod. I was offended but certainly not upset. I lost the appetite to drink that cup so I tossed the whole cup in the air and let it land on someone else. Not my problem. Cyn was stunned and said, "YOU DID IT! MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!"
My response was, "Me what?"
Cheers,
R-
There Was That Old Lady ...
Few years ago at Gallaudet, I was watching a documentary on NBC's Dateline focusing on a woman who runs the Parliament in London. The attention on this woman was bit controversial back then because she instituted a new radical policy not to require the wigs to run the Parliament. Her response was, "I am a woman, must I wear this ridiculous white curly wigs that was passed for many generations?!"
She appeared to be in her 50s or 60s, not thin or fat, but just ordinary British mother. She also instituted a new rule to run the Parliament which both Houses of Commons and Lords approved overwhelmingly. Everyone can insult everyone as long as it is corny and funny. But not degrading. You can crack a joke but not to make fun of one's personality or character. The result is that the meetings at the Parliament becomes lively and emotional outbursts. This led to Tony Blair's domination in the Parliament, though. But I digress.
This lady has a way of using words that is snappy. At one point, she chortled few comments at one member of the Parliament, scolding him for his antics during the meeting then she stood up and said, "Now, the meeting is adjourned. Now go home and say something nice to your friends and family tonight!" The members stood and grinned.
That is what we needed in our judicial, legislative and executive branches. Be serious and at the same time, be human.
I try to do that with my job with my consumers. When my consumer complained to me that he will have a surgery because "they want to check my insides up." I smiled and said, "Yeah, they want to pull it out and keep it for themselves, you cool with it?" That consumer smiled hard and said, "NO NO NO NO! It is mine! It is mine!"
I grinned, "Why not?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Of course I am. Why do you think I work with them? Even live in this city?
Cheers,
R-
She appeared to be in her 50s or 60s, not thin or fat, but just ordinary British mother. She also instituted a new rule to run the Parliament which both Houses of Commons and Lords approved overwhelmingly. Everyone can insult everyone as long as it is corny and funny. But not degrading. You can crack a joke but not to make fun of one's personality or character. The result is that the meetings at the Parliament becomes lively and emotional outbursts. This led to Tony Blair's domination in the Parliament, though. But I digress.
This lady has a way of using words that is snappy. At one point, she chortled few comments at one member of the Parliament, scolding him for his antics during the meeting then she stood up and said, "Now, the meeting is adjourned. Now go home and say something nice to your friends and family tonight!" The members stood and grinned.
That is what we needed in our judicial, legislative and executive branches. Be serious and at the same time, be human.
I try to do that with my job with my consumers. When my consumer complained to me that he will have a surgery because "they want to check my insides up." I smiled and said, "Yeah, they want to pull it out and keep it for themselves, you cool with it?" That consumer smiled hard and said, "NO NO NO NO! It is mine! It is mine!"
I grinned, "Why not?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Of course I am. Why do you think I work with them? Even live in this city?
Cheers,
R-
Monday, February 16, 2004
I love New York. It is difficult to explain except that my sex life has rocketed. It is easy to ask anyone, "I'm horny, anyone willing to help me out?" You'd see no hands raising up in DC or VA. But in NYC, they maul you down if you need someone to get you off.
Last Saturday, let's say ... I got laid on 14th of February -- that is Chlms' birthday and that Valentine's Day thing. My first time to get laid on 14th. Awesome.
Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Chlms! You fakey ho in Arizona!
I went to Kate Breen's palace in West Side for the Goulash Event. Among the participants were: Sarah, Kate, Web, Lil Joe, CMK, K.R. and few others as well -- it was nice and cozy. Got a chance to watch Sex and the City and the Iron-Jawed Angels. Great film. Oh, yeah. Gotta tell you something -- I was amused that Kate and Sarah (who are the Hostesses of the Goulash event, they had to put the drinks, meats or anything that needs to be kept cold -- outside of their windows on the emergecy stairways because their fridge are broken -- suffice to say, we had to bring our sodas and beers back in because the weather (20f) was too cold and these drinks would explode. :-)
Oh, yeah. My roommate moved out! And she left an unused bottle of Nair. I always had been curious about it -- so I brought it to the Goulash Event and had Joe use Nair on my fucking back -- the upper part. And it fell out. Very nice and cool. I think I will use this product to swipe these pesky back hair off the map.
Oh, last Friday night, I went to The Puffin Room to watch Darrin, a guy whom I really liked very much but I dont think he liked me that much -- too bad, though -- he used to be hearing but somehow his hearing gradually declined so I'd classify him as Deaf, despite the fact that he can dance. yeah, he dances for a group at The Puffin Room. Cyn, Alberto and I snickered, snickered and snickered at the 2nd scene of 4 dances. I swear that these dancers from the second scene escaped from some hospital's mental ward.
Shortly, Darrin performed. I was enamored and fascinated with his passion. Then he shocked me -- know what he did? He sat on my laps when he took few minutes' break from the dancing ... I was in the audience, motherfucker. He sat on my lap -- I saw his left hand -- it was penned with some phone numbers -- obviously, some guys hitting on him earlier. I pointed at that. He slapped my hand lightly and said to watch the show. I grinned.
He was sweating, panting and smelt good. You know you read the books, if you smell a guy and liked it instanteously, you knew he is the one for you. Well, I thought he was the one but I'm tired of trying to doing something while he does not do a thing.
Let me describe what Darrin looks like. He is 5'8 or so, brown hair, green eyes maybe, definitely a twink but has a hairy chest (a huge plus for me) and a mellow attitude -- a little of lazy bastard that you'd detect out of Terry, Beth's brother up in Michigan.
But at times, I'm tired of doing all the works. Why can't I be *chased*? It is OK that I ask for a fuck or two -- but it seems to me that finding a boyfriend permanent in a gay world is definitely hard thing to do.
ahh, life sucks but I move on.
Oh, yeah, Tabitha is returning to New York this weekend -- yay.
R-
Last Saturday, let's say ... I got laid on 14th of February -- that is Chlms' birthday and that Valentine's Day thing. My first time to get laid on 14th. Awesome.
Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Chlms! You fakey ho in Arizona!
I went to Kate Breen's palace in West Side for the Goulash Event. Among the participants were: Sarah, Kate, Web, Lil Joe, CMK, K.R. and few others as well -- it was nice and cozy. Got a chance to watch Sex and the City and the Iron-Jawed Angels. Great film. Oh, yeah. Gotta tell you something -- I was amused that Kate and Sarah (who are the Hostesses of the Goulash event, they had to put the drinks, meats or anything that needs to be kept cold -- outside of their windows on the emergecy stairways because their fridge are broken -- suffice to say, we had to bring our sodas and beers back in because the weather (20f) was too cold and these drinks would explode. :-)
Oh, yeah. My roommate moved out! And she left an unused bottle of Nair. I always had been curious about it -- so I brought it to the Goulash Event and had Joe use Nair on my fucking back -- the upper part. And it fell out. Very nice and cool. I think I will use this product to swipe these pesky back hair off the map.
Oh, last Friday night, I went to The Puffin Room to watch Darrin, a guy whom I really liked very much but I dont think he liked me that much -- too bad, though -- he used to be hearing but somehow his hearing gradually declined so I'd classify him as Deaf, despite the fact that he can dance. yeah, he dances for a group at The Puffin Room. Cyn, Alberto and I snickered, snickered and snickered at the 2nd scene of 4 dances. I swear that these dancers from the second scene escaped from some hospital's mental ward.
Shortly, Darrin performed. I was enamored and fascinated with his passion. Then he shocked me -- know what he did? He sat on my laps when he took few minutes' break from the dancing ... I was in the audience, motherfucker. He sat on my lap -- I saw his left hand -- it was penned with some phone numbers -- obviously, some guys hitting on him earlier. I pointed at that. He slapped my hand lightly and said to watch the show. I grinned.
He was sweating, panting and smelt good. You know you read the books, if you smell a guy and liked it instanteously, you knew he is the one for you. Well, I thought he was the one but I'm tired of trying to doing something while he does not do a thing.
Let me describe what Darrin looks like. He is 5'8 or so, brown hair, green eyes maybe, definitely a twink but has a hairy chest (a huge plus for me) and a mellow attitude -- a little of lazy bastard that you'd detect out of Terry, Beth's brother up in Michigan.
But at times, I'm tired of doing all the works. Why can't I be *chased*? It is OK that I ask for a fuck or two -- but it seems to me that finding a boyfriend permanent in a gay world is definitely hard thing to do.
ahh, life sucks but I move on.
Oh, yeah, Tabitha is returning to New York this weekend -- yay.
R-
Sunday, February 08, 2004
I know this will shock a certain reader in Staunton, Virginia -- this particular blog is all about ... Kathy Hughes.
Who is she? Pull your rand atlas maps, please. Turn to a page that focuses on the state of Minnesota. Find Duluth? Go west from Duluth, look for Deer River. Ahem. that is the town where Kathy Hughes came from. She is Deaf woman from a large family. She went to Minnesota State Academy for the Deaf in Fairbault, Minnesota then went to Gallaudet. Then ended up working at my deaf school in Staunton, Virginia.
She was my houseparent for many, many years. The question is do I like her? Of course I do. She is an exceptional and bright woman. In fact, I knew lots of things in the Holy Bible because of her. She is strong Christian who occasionally lectured, discussed and talked with some residents about everything else from A to Z -- actually, not everything -- from A to W -- of course, sex is always out of this conversation -- you know how it is to deal with Christians. :-)
Anyway, she and I occasionally talked about the world, deaf issues, identity et al. And she is all for vegetables and fruits. She often talked about Robert Johnson's herbs and vegetables. In fact, I repeatedly heard the tales about the Johnsons before I ever met Robin, Shanada, Ronda and Shawn.
I love Kathy. She taught me a lot of things in life -- if you do not like what people do to you, you speak back, of course, with contents, not empty threats. Her way of ASL is what I often copied when it comes to snip-snip with words or quotes. I live in The South where the ASL pace is very slow, and it was always refreshing to see one who can sign in rapid manner. I can snicker and understand everything she says. Fun, fun, fun.
Anyway, just finished a book called "Winning Sounds Like This" by Wayne Coffey. Talked about Gallaudet women's basketball team. They made me remember the fiasco that made me snicker. When Catholic U posted a 65-63 upset over Gallaudet, the CUA girls celebrated wildly amongst each other. Ronda Johnson was peeved at their antics -- so she ran to join them and celebrating their win by jumping and clapping, mocking them. suffice to say, CUA girls stopped celebrating so fast that they stared at Ronda in bewilderment. I was stunned.
She probably learned it from Kathy who hangs out with Ronda Johnson's parents .... tad excessive. ;-)
Cheers,
R-
Who is she? Pull your rand atlas maps, please. Turn to a page that focuses on the state of Minnesota. Find Duluth? Go west from Duluth, look for Deer River. Ahem. that is the town where Kathy Hughes came from. She is Deaf woman from a large family. She went to Minnesota State Academy for the Deaf in Fairbault, Minnesota then went to Gallaudet. Then ended up working at my deaf school in Staunton, Virginia.
She was my houseparent for many, many years. The question is do I like her? Of course I do. She is an exceptional and bright woman. In fact, I knew lots of things in the Holy Bible because of her. She is strong Christian who occasionally lectured, discussed and talked with some residents about everything else from A to Z -- actually, not everything -- from A to W -- of course, sex is always out of this conversation -- you know how it is to deal with Christians. :-)
Anyway, she and I occasionally talked about the world, deaf issues, identity et al. And she is all for vegetables and fruits. She often talked about Robert Johnson's herbs and vegetables. In fact, I repeatedly heard the tales about the Johnsons before I ever met Robin, Shanada, Ronda and Shawn.
I love Kathy. She taught me a lot of things in life -- if you do not like what people do to you, you speak back, of course, with contents, not empty threats. Her way of ASL is what I often copied when it comes to snip-snip with words or quotes. I live in The South where the ASL pace is very slow, and it was always refreshing to see one who can sign in rapid manner. I can snicker and understand everything she says. Fun, fun, fun.
Anyway, just finished a book called "Winning Sounds Like This" by Wayne Coffey. Talked about Gallaudet women's basketball team. They made me remember the fiasco that made me snicker. When Catholic U posted a 65-63 upset over Gallaudet, the CUA girls celebrated wildly amongst each other. Ronda Johnson was peeved at their antics -- so she ran to join them and celebrating their win by jumping and clapping, mocking them. suffice to say, CUA girls stopped celebrating so fast that they stared at Ronda in bewilderment. I was stunned.
She probably learned it from Kathy who hangs out with Ronda Johnson's parents .... tad excessive. ;-)
Cheers,
R-
Thursday, February 05, 2004
In keeping up with my vicious antics this week, here is the next victim:
Rick Majerus is the next dumbfuck victim. Rick, it is good that you are no longer coaching Utah. You fat bastard dumbfuck!!
Rick Majerus used to coach the University of Utah men's basketball team until last week, he resigned because of his "heart condition". He weighs at 370 lbs. That fat guy had the gall to make fun of his own player who is Deaf, ridiculed and humiliated in front of players and coaches.
Lance Allred filed a complaint with the U of Utah administration. They investigated and found no wrongdoings despite the fact that several players confirmed this. Majerus' former assistant coaches said they never heard Majerus saying things like that. Hello! They worked for Majerus. If they said it, they will be fired. How idiot is that for the administration to see the connection?
Anyway, the main reason for that fatso to resign is not because of Lance Allred, it is because he was hospitalized sometimes few weeks ago. Maybe the fiasco contributed to that hospitalization. He should drop dead by then, the world is better off without that fatso.
You can read the article here about Lance Allred.
On another note, see the picture of Lance Allred. I'd die to have his legs on my shoulders while I plow him home. And see him squirm as hell. Hell, I can dream, can I? He's such a hottie.
R-
Rick Majerus is the next dumbfuck victim. Rick, it is good that you are no longer coaching Utah. You fat bastard dumbfuck!!
Rick Majerus used to coach the University of Utah men's basketball team until last week, he resigned because of his "heart condition". He weighs at 370 lbs. That fat guy had the gall to make fun of his own player who is Deaf, ridiculed and humiliated in front of players and coaches.
Lance Allred filed a complaint with the U of Utah administration. They investigated and found no wrongdoings despite the fact that several players confirmed this. Majerus' former assistant coaches said they never heard Majerus saying things like that. Hello! They worked for Majerus. If they said it, they will be fired. How idiot is that for the administration to see the connection?
Anyway, the main reason for that fatso to resign is not because of Lance Allred, it is because he was hospitalized sometimes few weeks ago. Maybe the fiasco contributed to that hospitalization. He should drop dead by then, the world is better off without that fatso.
You can read the article here about Lance Allred.
On another note, see the picture of Lance Allred. I'd die to have his legs on my shoulders while I plow him home. And see him squirm as hell. Hell, I can dream, can I? He's such a hottie.
R-
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Subj: hey mike (xxxxx)
Date: 2/2/2004 9:09:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Ridor1973
To: harrism@xxxxxxxx.xxx
Mike,
I hope this email shall reach you with the knowledge that you are doing well in Lexington. Too bad, I have to do this because I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse games.
I have a question for you. How can you handle Rob? I tried my best to be a decent friend with him. He is arrogant, abrasive and condescending at times. He feels that his looks can get him anywhere else, even with old men like you and others. He once told me that he can cut me off and never heard from me if I offend him by telling you about who he is.
It is bizarre. He cheated on people and yet, people allowed him to get away with it. Yes, Mike, he cheated on you and you let him get away with it. How did I know? Because I was there.
One day, his world will crumble beneath him as his lies and arrogances became too much of a burden for anyone to deal with.
Suffice to say, Mike, I am tired of Rob's antics with me via emails. All I did was writing him an email with nice comments and ask him if I could chat with him online because I hadn't heard from him in a long time. He smacked me off by calling me a dramatic person that he did not need to have in his life. Drama? Excuse me, I recall him telling me that he is "seeking" a person who is not dramatic so that he can keep his activities low profile in order to keep the relationship with you and play with hundreds of men behind your back. How can a guy have dignity by doing this activity?
Well, in order to liberate myself from dealing with the mess, I decided that I dont want to keep these secrets with me any longer. I am glad that I moved to New York where I can learn how to be independent on my own and stand on my own feet. When Rob offended me, I smirked without feeling agitated or hurt. I am so over with him but I know you need to know the truth about who he is, behind your back.
I also rememberred Rob telling me that if I told you about this, he will cut me off so fast that my head shall spin. Well, if I live in Washington, I probably will feel hurt or whatever -- but not now, I am not interested in him. He is just a bastard who uses his looks to get what he wanted out of older men. To me, that is pitiful of a human being.
I hope you get to open your eyes and see who he is instead of denying things that were already committed right behind your back or eyes. The reason I am telling you because you were pretty nice and I feel that he was not being nice to anyone else including you, me or others -- he was using us to elevate himself. It has to stop one way or other. If I cannot, someone or something will. Right now, I'm finished with this and I am done with Rob -- suddenly, I already feel free!
Cheers,
R-
Date: 2/2/2004 9:09:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Ridor1973
To: harrism@xxxxxxxx.xxx
Mike,
I hope this email shall reach you with the knowledge that you are doing well in Lexington. Too bad, I have to do this because I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse games.
I have a question for you. How can you handle Rob? I tried my best to be a decent friend with him. He is arrogant, abrasive and condescending at times. He feels that his looks can get him anywhere else, even with old men like you and others. He once told me that he can cut me off and never heard from me if I offend him by telling you about who he is.
It is bizarre. He cheated on people and yet, people allowed him to get away with it. Yes, Mike, he cheated on you and you let him get away with it. How did I know? Because I was there.
One day, his world will crumble beneath him as his lies and arrogances became too much of a burden for anyone to deal with.
Suffice to say, Mike, I am tired of Rob's antics with me via emails. All I did was writing him an email with nice comments and ask him if I could chat with him online because I hadn't heard from him in a long time. He smacked me off by calling me a dramatic person that he did not need to have in his life. Drama? Excuse me, I recall him telling me that he is "seeking" a person who is not dramatic so that he can keep his activities low profile in order to keep the relationship with you and play with hundreds of men behind your back. How can a guy have dignity by doing this activity?
Well, in order to liberate myself from dealing with the mess, I decided that I dont want to keep these secrets with me any longer. I am glad that I moved to New York where I can learn how to be independent on my own and stand on my own feet. When Rob offended me, I smirked without feeling agitated or hurt. I am so over with him but I know you need to know the truth about who he is, behind your back.
I also rememberred Rob telling me that if I told you about this, he will cut me off so fast that my head shall spin. Well, if I live in Washington, I probably will feel hurt or whatever -- but not now, I am not interested in him. He is just a bastard who uses his looks to get what he wanted out of older men. To me, that is pitiful of a human being.
I hope you get to open your eyes and see who he is instead of denying things that were already committed right behind your back or eyes. The reason I am telling you because you were pretty nice and I feel that he was not being nice to anyone else including you, me or others -- he was using us to elevate himself. It has to stop one way or other. If I cannot, someone or something will. Right now, I'm finished with this and I am done with Rob -- suddenly, I already feel free!
Cheers,
R-
Monday, February 02, 2004
Jake Temby has been dead for a year. Time really flew, does it?
Last weekend gave me the time to reflect and think about Jake's death and his ramifications. You know, since his death, I despised Lance Armstrong because he survived Testicular Cancer. He kept on saying that he was "lucky" to survive the ordeal and is a living testament to millions. Fuck him. He had the money to do what is needed to beat the cancer. Jake was simply a college student who owed a lot of money to certain people. He never had a shot, really.
So here it is -- FUCK YOU, LANCE ARMSTRONG.
Of course, I have to add something about that $1.99 slut, the infamous "Lair" Bitch -- Brooke Budzinski. She was the one who really messed everything up. That $1.99 slut was the one who get her clitoris massaged by Jake. she went as far as to prevent me from attending my good friend's funeral and memorial service. That was despicable. To top it all, she took his ashes and dumped it in a polluted and overused continent and came back home then in less than a month, she found a brand-new boyfriend. But again, the Euro devalued the US dollar, so she is not $1.99 slut. She is now $1.29 slut. Soon, it's much cheaper to use her than to buy a McDonalds' Hamburger.
Before you ask me about "Lair" -- to make it short, I was approached by an asian male in a gay bar who asked me about Brett, that $1.29 slut's brother. He told me that he loves Brett and misses him and wants me to pass a message to him. I told him that I never see Brett but I always see his sister. Mark, my friend, snickered.
The next day at lunch in cafeteria, I told her in front of everyone else about it. She stood up and said, "NO, MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG! MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG, YOU LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
i said, "Whoa, take it easy .. I'm not saying that your brother is gay, I'm just telling you to tell him that an Asian guy came to me at a gay bar asking me about him and wants to get in touch with him and that he misses him very much." It was such a melodramatic. That $1.29 slut was so dramatic that she kept on saying, "LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
I said, "Look, if you must call me something, call me a liar, not lair. Lair means a place to stay. Liar means a person who lies." So the legend was born. She is now known as the "Lair Bitch", and the newest one, "$1.29 slut."
You know, Jake once told me that he loves her boobs and that he knew she is dumb as a doorknob. Of course, her brain is slushy in her boobs.
Pitiful.
My cheers to Jake, I hope Rico did not cum or piss on his ashes somewhere in Europe.
R-
Last weekend gave me the time to reflect and think about Jake's death and his ramifications. You know, since his death, I despised Lance Armstrong because he survived Testicular Cancer. He kept on saying that he was "lucky" to survive the ordeal and is a living testament to millions. Fuck him. He had the money to do what is needed to beat the cancer. Jake was simply a college student who owed a lot of money to certain people. He never had a shot, really.
So here it is -- FUCK YOU, LANCE ARMSTRONG.
Of course, I have to add something about that $1.99 slut, the infamous "Lair" Bitch -- Brooke Budzinski. She was the one who really messed everything up. That $1.99 slut was the one who get her clitoris massaged by Jake. she went as far as to prevent me from attending my good friend's funeral and memorial service. That was despicable. To top it all, she took his ashes and dumped it in a polluted and overused continent and came back home then in less than a month, she found a brand-new boyfriend. But again, the Euro devalued the US dollar, so she is not $1.99 slut. She is now $1.29 slut. Soon, it's much cheaper to use her than to buy a McDonalds' Hamburger.
Before you ask me about "Lair" -- to make it short, I was approached by an asian male in a gay bar who asked me about Brett, that $1.29 slut's brother. He told me that he loves Brett and misses him and wants me to pass a message to him. I told him that I never see Brett but I always see his sister. Mark, my friend, snickered.
The next day at lunch in cafeteria, I told her in front of everyone else about it. She stood up and said, "NO, MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG! MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG, YOU LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
i said, "Whoa, take it easy .. I'm not saying that your brother is gay, I'm just telling you to tell him that an Asian guy came to me at a gay bar asking me about him and wants to get in touch with him and that he misses him very much." It was such a melodramatic. That $1.29 slut was so dramatic that she kept on saying, "LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
I said, "Look, if you must call me something, call me a liar, not lair. Lair means a place to stay. Liar means a person who lies." So the legend was born. She is now known as the "Lair Bitch", and the newest one, "$1.29 slut."
You know, Jake once told me that he loves her boobs and that he knew she is dumb as a doorknob. Of course, her brain is slushy in her boobs.
Pitiful.
My cheers to Jake, I hope Rico did not cum or piss on his ashes somewhere in Europe.
R-
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Interlude 3
The digging continues as he beat and crawled throughout the tunnel, heading upwards -- his anger building up -- soon to be free, to exact the vengeance ...
Interlude 3 ends
Yesterday, after work, I walked through the Tompkins Square Park -- I was in daze and something strucked me. I looked around the park -- I realized that I was in the center of the park -- as trillions of snowflakes falling around us. I tossed my bag down on snow-covered ground. I reached out to the sky with open hands. I felt like a god who did this magnificent work.
Was that great?
About snow, I already endured several snowstorms when I am in NYC -- one thing I hated about NYC related to the snow is its slush right AFTER the snowstorms. At the corner of every street, you have to be careful, wary and cautious! What the ground looks like wet, but it is probably 3 inches deep of dirty watery slush where you can plunge your whole shoe down completely. Absolutely AWFUL feeling. Happened to me ONCE but not again.
One thing I disliked the most about East Village is ... lots of yellow spots and frozen turds on the snow. by sidewalk. Such a hideous greeting, really. Want me to send the frozen turds to Beth? Or better yet, Chlms?
R-
The digging continues as he beat and crawled throughout the tunnel, heading upwards -- his anger building up -- soon to be free, to exact the vengeance ...
Interlude 3 ends
Yesterday, after work, I walked through the Tompkins Square Park -- I was in daze and something strucked me. I looked around the park -- I realized that I was in the center of the park -- as trillions of snowflakes falling around us. I tossed my bag down on snow-covered ground. I reached out to the sky with open hands. I felt like a god who did this magnificent work.
Was that great?
About snow, I already endured several snowstorms when I am in NYC -- one thing I hated about NYC related to the snow is its slush right AFTER the snowstorms. At the corner of every street, you have to be careful, wary and cautious! What the ground looks like wet, but it is probably 3 inches deep of dirty watery slush where you can plunge your whole shoe down completely. Absolutely AWFUL feeling. Happened to me ONCE but not again.
One thing I disliked the most about East Village is ... lots of yellow spots and frozen turds on the snow. by sidewalk. Such a hideous greeting, really. Want me to send the frozen turds to Beth? Or better yet, Chlms?
R-
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Interlude 2
Bondage. He lies on the ground, his teeth grinding loudly. He breathed with labor. Obviously in pains. You could see the chains dislodging out of the wall, finally laid on the ground. The naked man with brown hair, with angry and burning eyes moving slowly -- he pushed himself to stand a little. He then labored to free himself of the chains that were on his wrists for some millenia. When he did, he slowly turned to look at the soft brown dirt on the wall, he then digged the dirt out, fighting his way out of his bondage.
End Interlude 2
Guess what? Last Saturday night, I was at Excelsior Bar. I was tired, bored and in daze for some reasons. These bitter cold in New York does that to me at times. Then one Korean American who was sitting directly from me and he stared at me. Then he walked over to my counter. He wrote a note:
You are a Sage. A wise man with an ancient mind. That or the Prophet.
I snickered and said, "More likely the Pariah," -- I went on to explain that each time I visited a city, someone famous dropped dead. Princess Diana, John Denver, John F. Kennedy Jr and Gianni Versace comes to my mind. He shook his head and said, "No, not the Pariah. The Sage. A person who knows too much." I nodded and said, "Sometimes I hate to be right because it often comes out that I'm right." He nodded. He told me that he is an author.
He wrote a book called "Edinburgh", his name is Alexander Chee>. Check it out. I thought it was very interesting experience for me to meet a stranger like that.
Only in New York, my dear, only in NEW YORK!!!
R-
Bondage. He lies on the ground, his teeth grinding loudly. He breathed with labor. Obviously in pains. You could see the chains dislodging out of the wall, finally laid on the ground. The naked man with brown hair, with angry and burning eyes moving slowly -- he pushed himself to stand a little. He then labored to free himself of the chains that were on his wrists for some millenia. When he did, he slowly turned to look at the soft brown dirt on the wall, he then digged the dirt out, fighting his way out of his bondage.
End Interlude 2
Guess what? Last Saturday night, I was at Excelsior Bar. I was tired, bored and in daze for some reasons. These bitter cold in New York does that to me at times. Then one Korean American who was sitting directly from me and he stared at me. Then he walked over to my counter. He wrote a note:
You are a Sage. A wise man with an ancient mind. That or the Prophet.
I snickered and said, "More likely the Pariah," -- I went on to explain that each time I visited a city, someone famous dropped dead. Princess Diana, John Denver, John F. Kennedy Jr and Gianni Versace comes to my mind. He shook his head and said, "No, not the Pariah. The Sage. A person who knows too much." I nodded and said, "Sometimes I hate to be right because it often comes out that I'm right." He nodded. He told me that he is an author.
He wrote a book called "Edinburgh", his name is Alexander Chee>. Check it out. I thought it was very interesting experience for me to meet a stranger like that.
Only in New York, my dear, only in NEW YORK!!!
R-
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Interlude Part 1
Somewhere far beneath inside the Mother Earth lies a naked body ... a male body, that is. His eye are closed, obviously out of pain, trying to block the pain that is inflicting upon his mind, body and soul. Ahh. His arms were chained against the wall. His arms were handcuffed so tight that he can feel the pain -- so painful that he has to block his thoughts out to lesser the pains. One can see that he has a nice body and face, despite his pains. But one also can see that he is not a young adult.
For the first time in some million years, his chains were loosened a little. Thus the pains were reduced slowly. For the first time in some million years, he could think a little. He opened his eyes for the first time in ... who cares? But he is not happy, but he shall figure out a way to get out of his bondage.
Interlude Part 1 Ends
Happy New Years! My visit to The Hole for its Triple XXX event was magnificent! It is impossible to explain how things happened.
Suffice to say, I made out with an actor who appeared on CSI as a recurring role. LOL. I finally left the party at 10:30 AM in the morning! It was horrible -- I mean, the sun blaring on your face as if you were a vampire...
Some weird things do happen over the time ... such as a guy recently on E train, he woke up to see a steak knife in his chest. He survived. God -- can you imagine sleeping on the subway train and going home ... then you woke up to see a knife in your chest? That would suck big-time. But it made me chuckle.
Beth, Beth ... dont buy too many books. Or you, Rayni. Or you, Aaron! Know why? One guy in Harlem was buried alive by hiw own books for two days until someone rescued him. How? He had too many books stacked everywhere in his apartment and somehow, it collapsed and buried him alive. He's OK but he reportedly said that he'll sell some books from now on.
Few days ago, I slept with ... a semi-orthodox jewish guy from Jerusalem, Israel -- my another first. I must admit that the experience with him was pretty special. Even Mikey Murvin came in my room and is the VEE at me and this guy in bed together. I is the VEE at Mikey VEEing at us both! That guy has intense eyes with purified soul, God willing.
Among the last notes he left for me before he vanishes into the thin air: "I would suggest you not to wear boxerbriefs because it keeps your scrotum tight, it is extremely important to detach your balls few inches away from your body because your body heat can impair the production of your glorious sperm."
Oh, god. How sweet is he?
But now, I'd like to have a dinner with James this weekend. Speaking of dinner today, I gotta go to Panna Restaurant with Web to celebrate Sarah Pack's last day at her job...
Cheers,
R-
Somewhere far beneath inside the Mother Earth lies a naked body ... a male body, that is. His eye are closed, obviously out of pain, trying to block the pain that is inflicting upon his mind, body and soul. Ahh. His arms were chained against the wall. His arms were handcuffed so tight that he can feel the pain -- so painful that he has to block his thoughts out to lesser the pains. One can see that he has a nice body and face, despite his pains. But one also can see that he is not a young adult.
For the first time in some million years, his chains were loosened a little. Thus the pains were reduced slowly. For the first time in some million years, he could think a little. He opened his eyes for the first time in ... who cares? But he is not happy, but he shall figure out a way to get out of his bondage.
Interlude Part 1 Ends
Happy New Years! My visit to The Hole for its Triple XXX event was magnificent! It is impossible to explain how things happened.
Suffice to say, I made out with an actor who appeared on CSI as a recurring role. LOL. I finally left the party at 10:30 AM in the morning! It was horrible -- I mean, the sun blaring on your face as if you were a vampire...
Some weird things do happen over the time ... such as a guy recently on E train, he woke up to see a steak knife in his chest. He survived. God -- can you imagine sleeping on the subway train and going home ... then you woke up to see a knife in your chest? That would suck big-time. But it made me chuckle.
Beth, Beth ... dont buy too many books. Or you, Rayni. Or you, Aaron! Know why? One guy in Harlem was buried alive by hiw own books for two days until someone rescued him. How? He had too many books stacked everywhere in his apartment and somehow, it collapsed and buried him alive. He's OK but he reportedly said that he'll sell some books from now on.
Few days ago, I slept with ... a semi-orthodox jewish guy from Jerusalem, Israel -- my another first. I must admit that the experience with him was pretty special. Even Mikey Murvin came in my room and is the VEE at me and this guy in bed together. I is the VEE at Mikey VEEing at us both! That guy has intense eyes with purified soul, God willing.
Among the last notes he left for me before he vanishes into the thin air: "I would suggest you not to wear boxerbriefs because it keeps your scrotum tight, it is extremely important to detach your balls few inches away from your body because your body heat can impair the production of your glorious sperm."
Oh, god. How sweet is he?
But now, I'd like to have a dinner with James this weekend. Speaking of dinner today, I gotta go to Panna Restaurant with Web to celebrate Sarah Pack's last day at her job...
Cheers,
R-
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