I bet you that you guys did not know what a Tsunami meant before the 26th of December, 2004.
You guys probably called these "high waves".
R-
Friday, December 31, 2004
From Philadelphia With Love
It appeared that Philadelphia's Deaf Gay Community has plenty of drama in the last few weeks and it has been, I was told, accelerating to a point that when one screams, 'FIRE!' -- Hell shall break loose.
I suspect that it will happen during the New Year's Eve at a private party in Norristown. My friend snickered and said, "You know, we'll enjoy the drama tonight because I already issued invitations and received the confirmation from different people that hated each other -- they'll be here tonight."
My eyes widened, "Holy shit -- pass me the bag of popcorn, will you?"
We laughed.
And Jason mentioned that there was an article in a magazine that tells the readers how to "smooth-talk with a deaf dude" -- I was intrigued. Then his partner interrupted, "The worst thing is that it mentioned one Deaf person from Philadelphia, Kev -- I know him from PSD. I always suspected he's gay but he always denied -- he's married to a woman and has 2 kids. Somehow, I confronted the couple that Kev was mentioned in this magazine -- all Hell broke loose as his wife accused me of trying to "out" Kev."
"But Kev was mentioned in the magazine before you talked to 'em?" I asked while he nodded. "Then the secret is out, this delusional woman needs to wake up."
His name is Kevin Steffy. Kevin, you are a loser for not being honest with your wife and continues to brainwash her. Tsk tsk.
Oh, the article is amusing, funny and interesting. It can be found in INSTINCT Magazine January 2005 titled "Signing Out" on page 54 (3 pages). In other words, I is the VEE VEE at the article!
One shameful thing is that they did not interview moi, the one and only MOTHERFUCKING DEAF GAY MILITANT TERRORIST, THE EMPRESS by any means!
Happy New Year! I'm gonna shower and dress up a little then be amused with the performance tonight. Oh, yeah -- Alcohol will be involved so it is bound that someone will lose control and start the temper tantrums.
But nothing to do with me at all! I'll laugh hysterically and be the peace meditator. Yeah, right.
Cheers,
R-
I suspect that it will happen during the New Year's Eve at a private party in Norristown. My friend snickered and said, "You know, we'll enjoy the drama tonight because I already issued invitations and received the confirmation from different people that hated each other -- they'll be here tonight."
My eyes widened, "Holy shit -- pass me the bag of popcorn, will you?"
We laughed.
And Jason mentioned that there was an article in a magazine that tells the readers how to "smooth-talk with a deaf dude" -- I was intrigued. Then his partner interrupted, "The worst thing is that it mentioned one Deaf person from Philadelphia, Kev -- I know him from PSD. I always suspected he's gay but he always denied -- he's married to a woman and has 2 kids. Somehow, I confronted the couple that Kev was mentioned in this magazine -- all Hell broke loose as his wife accused me of trying to "out" Kev."
"But Kev was mentioned in the magazine before you talked to 'em?" I asked while he nodded. "Then the secret is out, this delusional woman needs to wake up."
His name is Kevin Steffy. Kevin, you are a loser for not being honest with your wife and continues to brainwash her. Tsk tsk.
Oh, the article is amusing, funny and interesting. It can be found in INSTINCT Magazine January 2005 titled "Signing Out" on page 54 (3 pages). In other words, I is the VEE VEE at the article!
One shameful thing is that they did not interview moi, the one and only MOTHERFUCKING DEAF GAY MILITANT TERRORIST, THE EMPRESS by any means!
Happy New Year! I'm gonna shower and dress up a little then be amused with the performance tonight. Oh, yeah -- Alcohol will be involved so it is bound that someone will lose control and start the temper tantrums.
But nothing to do with me at all! I'll laugh hysterically and be the peace meditator. Yeah, right.
Cheers,
R-
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Where Are You, Greg Crane?
When I first met Greg in Fremont, Califunny -- it was in Spring, 1988. Nearly 20 years ago!! I went to CSD-F (for hearies, CSD-F is California School f/t Deaf at Fremont) for Jr. NAD Convention. I had a great time in Bay Area.
One funny moment -- my sister, Lily, Marshall (Ugh! I swear you guys will vomit if you saw him!), Mr. Marzolf and I flew from Dulles International to San Jose -- it was our first time ever (except for Mr. Marzolf), of course -- we were goofy teenagers ... and incredibly dumb. But not dumber like Marshall.
Anyway, my sister is a skilled artist. She and I threw in our stuff for the national competition sponsored by Jr. NAD few weeks before that. But I digress. Back on the airplane en route to Denver. Lily and Marshall split in a row far away from me and Mr. Marzolf. As the plane was steady flowing westward, Mr. Marzolf and I chatted about various things. Suddenly, the flight attendant stared at me and Mr. Marzolf, then stared at the napkin. And smiled with a glee. And tapped Mr. Marzolf for his attention.
Mr. Marzolf is Deaf, like me. We were baffled and asked her what's wrong? She showed the napkin to us. It was a portrait of Mr. Marzolf's face, drew by my sister. Then the flight attendant pointed to the row where my sister and Marshall was sitting. Mr. Marzolf got up and said, "What's wrong? Why did you draw that?"
Lily responded, "The flight attendant don't know your name so I drew to call you over!" Mike said, "You can wander around the plane when it is in the air but not descending or ascending!" We did not know. Like I said, we were dumb teenagers.
Then Lily retorted, "Marshall claimed that this plane flew 65 MPH, is he lying?"
I nearly shot my snot out of my nose -- I was kneeling on the chair staring over the rows to catch what Lily said with her signs. I choked, guffawed and slipped back on the seat.
Mr. Marzolf stared but did not respond and said, "Marshall, this is pointless and idiotic conversation -- that does not warrant anything for you to use the flight attendant to call my attention to prove the point that the speed is 65 MPH. It goes over 400 MPH."
Marshall shot back, "But we have the national speed limit at 65 MPH!!"
Mr. Marzolf said, "I'm not going to talk about it with you now." He slipped back to his seat.
Later during the week at Jr. NAD Convention -- I met a charming fellow named Greg Crane. He and I became inseparable and I was incredibly infatuated with him. At that time, I did not know he was gay as well. I found about that he's gay ... few years later. Sometimes I wonder if I should make a bold move on him when we were in Fremont. Sometimes I attempted to locate him but it was very difficult thing to do so.
Greg and me at 13
I know that he was raised in Seattle, Washington. He was few years older than I am. But what impressed me the most was he came and introduced himself to me. To a freshman who is pretty much new to the Deaf elitism in Fremont, that is remarkable feat, though. The day that we spent together in Fisherman's Wharf and Alcatraz Island -- we were in a group, but Greg and I were on each other. It was nice while it lasted. Later, don't laugh. A fucking sea gull dumped a fucking shit on my shoulder. I was distraught with embarrassment, not from everyone else -- but Greg. Greg was so nice. He said, "That is great! It means a good luck for you."
Later in the evening in Fremont, I won the 1st place in Short Story at Jr. NAD while my sister cinchly picked up the 1st place in Art.
It has been nearly 20 years since I saw Greg. I want to see him again. I do. Maybe for a quickie, yeah. He's cute. Can't help it.
Help!
R-
One funny moment -- my sister, Lily, Marshall (Ugh! I swear you guys will vomit if you saw him!), Mr. Marzolf and I flew from Dulles International to San Jose -- it was our first time ever (except for Mr. Marzolf), of course -- we were goofy teenagers ... and incredibly dumb. But not dumber like Marshall.
Anyway, my sister is a skilled artist. She and I threw in our stuff for the national competition sponsored by Jr. NAD few weeks before that. But I digress. Back on the airplane en route to Denver. Lily and Marshall split in a row far away from me and Mr. Marzolf. As the plane was steady flowing westward, Mr. Marzolf and I chatted about various things. Suddenly, the flight attendant stared at me and Mr. Marzolf, then stared at the napkin. And smiled with a glee. And tapped Mr. Marzolf for his attention.
Mr. Marzolf is Deaf, like me. We were baffled and asked her what's wrong? She showed the napkin to us. It was a portrait of Mr. Marzolf's face, drew by my sister. Then the flight attendant pointed to the row where my sister and Marshall was sitting. Mr. Marzolf got up and said, "What's wrong? Why did you draw that?"
Lily responded, "The flight attendant don't know your name so I drew to call you over!" Mike said, "You can wander around the plane when it is in the air but not descending or ascending!" We did not know. Like I said, we were dumb teenagers.
Then Lily retorted, "Marshall claimed that this plane flew 65 MPH, is he lying?"
I nearly shot my snot out of my nose -- I was kneeling on the chair staring over the rows to catch what Lily said with her signs. I choked, guffawed and slipped back on the seat.
Mr. Marzolf stared but did not respond and said, "Marshall, this is pointless and idiotic conversation -- that does not warrant anything for you to use the flight attendant to call my attention to prove the point that the speed is 65 MPH. It goes over 400 MPH."
Marshall shot back, "But we have the national speed limit at 65 MPH!!"
Mr. Marzolf said, "I'm not going to talk about it with you now." He slipped back to his seat.
Later during the week at Jr. NAD Convention -- I met a charming fellow named Greg Crane. He and I became inseparable and I was incredibly infatuated with him. At that time, I did not know he was gay as well. I found about that he's gay ... few years later. Sometimes I wonder if I should make a bold move on him when we were in Fremont. Sometimes I attempted to locate him but it was very difficult thing to do so.
I know that he was raised in Seattle, Washington. He was few years older than I am. But what impressed me the most was he came and introduced himself to me. To a freshman who is pretty much new to the Deaf elitism in Fremont, that is remarkable feat, though. The day that we spent together in Fisherman's Wharf and Alcatraz Island -- we were in a group, but Greg and I were on each other. It was nice while it lasted. Later, don't laugh. A fucking sea gull dumped a fucking shit on my shoulder. I was distraught with embarrassment, not from everyone else -- but Greg. Greg was so nice. He said, "That is great! It means a good luck for you."
Later in the evening in Fremont, I won the 1st place in Short Story at Jr. NAD while my sister cinchly picked up the 1st place in Art.
It has been nearly 20 years since I saw Greg. I want to see him again. I do. Maybe for a quickie, yeah. He's cute. Can't help it.
Help!
R-
Finally, She Has It
Congratulations, Coach Ryan!
After the 98-52 win over James Madison, Coach Ryan became the 11th coach to reach the 600-win plateau and only 5th coach to do the feat at one school.
James Madison is the school that once pulled the collegiate women's basketball sport's greatest upset in the tournament by beating Virginia 71-62 in 1986. Ever since, Virginia hasn't permitted James Madison to post a win against the Cavaliers.
R-
Yes, We Are Stingy, So Says the NY Times
New York Times wrote the editorial that captured my attention and it should serve a lesson to the people who coddled Bush and his cronies. McCock, read and weep.
You might need to register in order to read the article.
The Bush Adminstration, Powell and Bush, has no right to attack Jan Engeland regarding his comment about the Americans being stingy. Because we truly are.
R-
You might need to register in order to read the article.
The Bush Adminstration, Powell and Bush, has no right to attack Jan Engeland regarding his comment about the Americans being stingy. Because we truly are.
R-
Wal-Mart In Red State
One good reason why I think the folks in Red States are barbaric. I never liked Wal-Mart. Firebomb 'em, I say.
R-
R-
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Be Creative! Use Your Imagination!
What makes me cringe the most is seeing people reading other blogs then go back to their blogs and steal the subject and whine. It says a lot about their lack of imagination and creativity, really.
It is amusing to read some people who perceived me to be angry person. But the problem is that I am not even angry at all. I just rolled my eyes, flinched my facial expression, expressed my disgust but be angry at little stupid things that Amy Kurz would try to play around? Please. I don't need that. She has two strange kids that nobody wanted to tell it to her face that their kids are dofus bags.
Honestly, who would wear blue tie while wearing the brown suit? The pic is so ... unattractive, scary, prick, ghastly that tells the story of McCock -- a bitter man who feels that being Hard of Hearing is better than being Deaf.
These people amused me from time to time. But I do not appreciate for McCock to come to my blog and read and go back to his blog and whine about the issues I wrote -- if he has the guts, comment on it on my blog -- otherwise, make his own issues. Stop being a copycat. No wonder you do not have many readers these days.
Pitiful characters, they are. And yet, I won't be surprised that few people will wail and say that I'm bitter as well because I lashed out at them. Again, it is not true nor the case. The whole point is ... I'm annoyed at their lack of imagination and creativity.
All they do is whine. Cry. Pout. There is no balance of everything on McCock's Blog.
Three words: Get a life.
R-
It is amusing to read some people who perceived me to be angry person. But the problem is that I am not even angry at all. I just rolled my eyes, flinched my facial expression, expressed my disgust but be angry at little stupid things that Amy Kurz would try to play around? Please. I don't need that. She has two strange kids that nobody wanted to tell it to her face that their kids are dofus bags.
Honestly, who would wear blue tie while wearing the brown suit? The pic is so ... unattractive, scary, prick, ghastly that tells the story of McCock -- a bitter man who feels that being Hard of Hearing is better than being Deaf.
These people amused me from time to time. But I do not appreciate for McCock to come to my blog and read and go back to his blog and whine about the issues I wrote -- if he has the guts, comment on it on my blog -- otherwise, make his own issues. Stop being a copycat. No wonder you do not have many readers these days.
Pitiful characters, they are. And yet, I won't be surprised that few people will wail and say that I'm bitter as well because I lashed out at them. Again, it is not true nor the case. The whole point is ... I'm annoyed at their lack of imagination and creativity.
All they do is whine. Cry. Pout. There is no balance of everything on McCock's Blog.
Three words: Get a life.
R-
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