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Tuesday, January 26, 2010 | |
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Make it alright Location: a light green couch Mood: wired Music: Same birds that followed me to school When I was young The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher. You are unlucky so I may know that I am not. Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance. Yesterday you were better off than you are today, but it took today for you to realize it. But... today has arrived, and it's too late, you see? So another kid - a girl - killed herself causea cyberbullying. Do y'know about Lori Drew, the 47-woman that convinced this 13 year old girl into hanging herself? She got off cause the laws never thought that a bored housewife'd torment a kid to death just for kicks over wire. Always wondered what kinda douchebag y'gotta be to torment someone just cause y'wanna and then hide behind a computer screen or cell phone. It's a bitter thing to read cause I've lived almost three times longer than her and still feel like I'm a kid. Wish y'waited. Cause y'grow up and wonder why people you barely remember ever affected you so much. Then they find you on some social-networking site and y'think, "Man, they look terrible!" and start to believe in karma but then change your mind. Maybe that's just me. Honestly wonder what people like Lori Drew tell themselves to make it alright for them to sleep at night. Like to know, cause man, I could use the rest. ---------- On a positive tech note, pretty jazzed that as many people gave as much as they did to Haiti via text - something like $30 million in just a few weeks. Didja know that Americans gave $1.8 billion to the Asian tsuanmi? I say the measure of a society's humanity's how they take carea those not as lucky. Yet another reason I love this joint. YASYCTAI: The next time you're angry, write Lori an letter. So rarely's someone so deserving. (15 mins/1 pts) www.loganlo.com  Subscribe!Labels: discussion, quote, rant, waiting Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010 | |
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Haiti/Pat, you viper Location: in front of a busted HD Mood: still annoyed Music: baby stay with me, I love it  If y'read the bible, you'll see that Jesus only got pissed - seriously pissed - with one group, the Pharisees. They were the religious elite, the ones who looked down on those that weren't doing the willa God. They said who was good and evil. And he said to them, You're nuthin but snakes and the childrena snakes. And you're going to hell. This isn't a religious entry, just an observation of many of the world's holy - irrespective of religion. Which brings me to Pat Robertson saying that Haiti's paying fora "pact to the devil." Pat, you self-righteous SOB:
---------- On the topic of help, how's this for easy-peasy: text HAITI to 90999 and you send $10 for aid to Haiti. Do it for yourself, if for nuthin else. $10 in exchange for feeling like you've helped in some way is a bargain, man. It's a steal. ---------- Returning to our regularly scheduled nuthin, feel like I let y'down Jaerik, writing two ranty blog entires in a row. Sorry dude. I'll stop now. To make it up to you, I'm gonna pimp your new game - which is honestly, quite awesome. If you're on FB, do a search for "islandlife" and prepare to be impressed. Speakinga pimping; had this hidden entry where I asked people to send in a pic of themselves singing for Caffeineguy, who also let me know of the Snopes link above. Here's what he did with it, the talented bastard: The chick at 0:12 is my fave part of the vid. YASYCTAI: $10 bucks! The costa two burgers and fries at McD. Do it. (1 min/2 pt) Labels: discussion, haiti, pat robertson, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010 | |
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Bully/I remember you Location: a block away Mood: indignant Music: Somewhere inside my childhood I missed  Was recently mocked for being a 36 year-old man that carries the baggage of his 17 year-old self. Probably true. Heard on the news that the woman that Roman Polanski raped when she was a child forgives him. Wonder what the child versiona her woulda thought. There's this line in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn that says of kids tormenting other kids, exactly as they themselves were, They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted. To paraphrase my friend Somena, the hard parta life's knowing mucha your past to bring with you inna your future. Enough so that you're better for it, not so much that it hollows y'out. Finally realized why I detest Heartgirl's creepy friend, Shawn. Cause he's a minority and, I suspect, probably a geek as a kid. And we minority geeks are bullied in the most spectacular fashion. Emmy award winning. Yet he's learned nothing from it. Never did tell you what happened, did I? Without her knowing, he picked up HG's phone and randomly dialed numbers to make them think that HG was calling. And when they'd pick up, he'd essentially just laugh at them for thinking a pretty girl would call them. Recall saying to him, Not sure y'know who I am. Guessing he didn't think I'd end up her boyfriend. He's awfully brave for someone on the phone. Told him I hoped that he'd get the opportunity to say to my face what he said on the phone. And of course, he'll say what they all say, I was drunk, I was kidding, blah-blah-blah. Funny - been hammered enough times, and yet not once did I turn inna a lout. Still, justa refresh his memory - and cause he just happened to move a block from me - he's said I'm not a man. And he'd show me what a real man's like. OK, I'm in. Cause an old bully's the worst kind; the kind that's taken nonea his torment with him. Evidently, the socially correct way to deal with this typea situation is to justa let it slide. Not mention it again. As luck would have it, never had many friends growing up so I never learned that. Look, can't let it slide. Cause I owe that fat kid y'see up there. Call it stupid or insane, but I owe it to him to remember what it was like to be tormented. I owe it to him to remember him. So yes, Shawn. Show me what a real man's like. Without a hint of sarcasm or irony, I'd like to see that.  YASYCTAI: Remember what you promised yourself. (60 mins/2 pts) Labels: discussion, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, January 07, 2010 | |
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Serif/Bad, H&M, Bad... Location: my cold home Mood: annoyed Music: in your eyes All your promises were lies  Her: (writing on my hand with her finger) Me: "I love you?" Her: (exasperated) Finally! How does it take so long for you to figure it out? Me: Let me try. (start to write on her hand) Her: I...L...O...wait, you can't write what I wrote. Write something else. Me: OK, let me try again. Her: S...E...R...I...F. Serif? Me: Yes. Her: I write "I love you" and you write, "serif?" SERIF? Me: (pause) In my defense, y'told me to write something else. Suspect that, in some way, 2010 may not be all that radically different from 2009. Ran out to Queens to chase down some scratch. Frick'n cold; the typea cold where y'notice if you're not wearing the right socks. Speakinga socks, not shopping at H&M until they sort out their moral compass. Sucks for me since they're the only ones that make long sleeve tees that fit me right. They say that they donate to charity but - just cause I'm a geek and insomniac - did the math; they donate .000056477 of their annual revenue across 5 years. That's 10% of 1% of 1% of their revenue annually, kids (.000011294 - correct me if I'm wrong). They're also saying that they didn't know what their flagship NYC store was doing. I'm saying that someone's $9.99 pants're on fire. YASYCTAI: Boycott companies that're just in it for the money. (1 min/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, December 08, 2009 | |
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Got Lucky Location: surrounded by computer bits Mood: hungry Music: I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay  Him: How can you think like that, you're... Me: What? Chinese-American? A minority? It's not like we all get together on Tuesdays and decide to all think a certain way. Him: But you're obviously wrong. Just look around, look at the popular opinion. Me: Popular opinion once said that the world is flat. Popular opinion in Germany once said that Jews weren't people. Popular opinion once said that the life of a black man is worth that of a cow. Since when's popular opinion the voice of reason? Him: It's wrong. We shouldn't be fighting a war that doesn't concern us. Me: Maybe. But that's my issue: who's this us you're referring to? People or people that look like you? Him: (rolling his eyes) Americans, man...you know I mean Americans. Like us. Me: Like us? I'm only an American cause I got lucky. You too. Don't y'ever forget that dumb luck put y'here and not Somalia or North Korea. That's the only goddamn difference between us and them. There's only ever the lucky and the screwed. YASYCTAI: Be grateful for your dumb luck. (5 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009 | |
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Sweep the leg Location: 18:20, yest, adjusting watch on Broadway Mood: annoyed Music: I'll soon be back again That's what I said in China  Kreese: Sweep the leg. (pause) Do you have a problem with that? Johnny: No, Sensei. In three years, never really discussed politics. Having said that, always considered myself a moderate conservative. Believe in small government, free markets, few social programs, meritocracies, etc. This judge once wrote of the Chinese, "[t]heir dissimilarity in physical characteristics, in language, manners, and religions...prevent the possibility of their assimilation with our people." He hoped that "some way may be devised to prevent their further immigration." Here's the thing though, he wrote that while striking down this law called the Pigtail Ordinance. Why? Not cause he liked the Chinese, he hated us, but cause the law itself was unconstitutional. It was a law that was innocent on it's face - if you went to jail you hadta get your hair cut - but clearly it was an end runaround meant to harass the Chinese and their queues. Even the authors of the bill acknowledged this. So the judge struck it down. Cause, as much as he hated the Chinese, he respected the law. And a law that singled out one group of people - and he grudgingly admitted we were people - was unconstitutional. And thus, he had to strike it down, making him seriously unpopular in Cali. This health care issue troubles me. The whole tenor of it bugs me. Cause people don't seem to want a fair fight. The judge's view was this, "Despite my personal feeling, my personal hatred, I'll put that aside to do what's right for the country. If we're right - that Chinese're second class people - then we don't gotta break the law to prove it." Course, he was wrong on that point but that's neither here nor there. Look, if y'really have a strong point, use that. Don't make up things like death panels and resort to things like heckling. Don't people, liberals/conservatives, just get tired of just making crap up to win? Like the idiots that genuinely think 9/11 was by the Bush administration or a Jewish cabal. It's a sad state of affairs, is what I'm trying to say. YASYCTAI: Do you know any other stories of someone that you wouldn't expect to fight fairly, but did? Find it so interesting, when people don't act like you'd expect. (20 mins/1 pt) Labels: 9/11, discussion, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009 | |
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Clean Location: 15:30 yest, the 66th Street B&N Mood: over-caffeinated Music: Always wanted to see the colours of your destiny  Her: (laughing hysterically) When did you do that? Me: Breathe mom, breathe... Had dinner at the Telephone Bar the other night before catching Paul for a party at the same place as this entry. Same people, same discussions, worse weather but good all around. Spent mosta the night trying to pick up this one girlie Paul mentioned he found attractive; that is until he saw her up close and decided wasn't his type. Oh well, at least it kept me busy. The next day I had myself brunch around the way at a joint called Nonna where I had real corned beef hash; like not from a can. It's these little things that make my day. ---------- Been working on the manuscript again; this's now year seven. Should really just finish it now that I got the time. Y'ever pick up something you wrote before and think, What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that? Literally, every single year I work on it, have that same thought. Speaking of older stuff, my mom somehow found Bachelor Cooking, which I think is the best thing Rain and I've done together. Maybe we should dust it off again. Cept we can't stand working with each other. In close to three years of writing On (or close) to Schedule, never mentioned why I don't curse or why I'm deliberately vague. It's cause I assume that my mom'll, or someone from RL'll find it. It's made me a better writer, I think. Pound-for-pound, the funniest comedian out there is Brian Regan. And he's beyond clean. And the pinnacle of television comedy, IMHO, is The Contest; which is both completely filthy and completely clean at the same time. That's really hard. Don't get my wrong, my manuscript's nuthin like this blog; it's pretty salty. But alla this stuff I put up online, put up knowing that online stuff's forever. This blog coulda easily gone the way of a sleezy, douchey, caricature. Instead, went the way of a clumsy nerd who ends up looking like an idiot as much as he doesn't. Realized also, wasn't so much offended by raunchy, filthy, foul-mouthed posts, myspace/twitter musings and blogs - was just kinda bored by it. Started wearing white again after bout 15 years of not. Cause, being as clumsy as I am, it's near impossible to keep something clean. But, for me, it's just better that way. Me: (a minute later) So what did you think of it? Her: (still laughing) Me: Ok, I'm gonna go now... YASYCTAI: Try writing something a completely different way. (30 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, May 22, 2009 | |
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Irony:Sarcasm :: Witty:Douchey Location: 40 mins ago, my old office, shredding Mood: hungry Music: along sheeps meadow Never know what we will see. Come take a walk with me  Her:...the usual: burgers, hot dogs. Oh and there'll be softball... Me: Nope. Her:...volleyball... Me: Nope. Her:...basketball... Me: Nope. (pause) But if there's a competition to compute pi to the 27th digit, I'm all in. You can be on my team. Her: (later) Maybe you shouldn't come. Me: (nodding) Heartgirl and I went for a stroll in the lovely weather through Sheep Meadow. Realized that she's younger than a little girl that I used to tutor in English; taught that girl the word, kiosk and how to do analogies for the SATs. Suddenly, I feel very old. And slightly pervy. Speaking of the SATs, there's a difference between ironic and sarcastic. Irony is sarcasm without the meanness. Lemme ask you something; since when was sarcasm perceived to equal to intelligence? Meet so many douches these days that are 24/7 sarcastic that're actually quite stupid. But they're so very proud of their stubbornness, so smug in their assurance that they're right, that they can't see that they might be wrong. And they often are. Look, I'm all for some sarcasm, but it's called the the lowest form of wit for a reason. Irony's clever. Sarcasm's just hoping that if you sound pissed off or certain enough, no one's gonna call you out that you don't, actually, know a damn thing. Unfortunately, now people got Twitter, blogs, status updates, and texts to show off how little they actually know about anything in angry little sarcastic rants. Endless waves of twitter, blogs and status updates mucked with vitriol and sarcasm doesn't make a stupid person sound intelligent; I'm afraid. Cause a tech-savvy bore is still a bore. Apologies. Had a long day... Lelaina: Can you define irony? Troy: Its when the actual meaning is the complete opposite from the literal meaning. Lelaina: My God, where were you when I needed you today? YASYCTAI: Unsubscribe from all the things you subscribe to that you don't actually like but keep cause you're lazy (including me, if y'gotta...) (20 mins/1 pt) Labels: blue sky, Central Park, dialogue, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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