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Tuesday, October 22, 2002
- do not resuscitate -
Can you give me *one* good reason why I shouldn't just end it all right now? I didn't think so.
Thursday, October 17, 2002
- parental advisory: explicit lyrics -
I was reading a co-worker's blog in which he wrote the following about some guy who had been irritating him:
Man, I had such a good laugh. I thought this was just brilliant. His rationale was that testicular cancer will likely kill this person, and/or at the very least prevent him from passing down his genes. Imagine my disappointment when I saw this during a subsequent visit:I'm usually a nice person, but I hope you get testicular cancer.
Er? What's the point of having a blog if you can't say whatever you want to say? Fuck'em if they can't take a joke.I'm usually a nice person, but I hope you have a very bad day.
(Extremely insensitive and heartless comments have been removed from this entry.)
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
- the anti-christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again -
Wow, it's been a year already? I'm not sure if much has changed though.
Monday, October 14, 2002
- lowered expectations -
Should've, would've, could've... It was the whole Betty Ford factor. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Saturday, October 12, 2002
- a lesson in grammar -
So, I'm sure everyone has read about this funniest joke contest. Apparently, Americans and Canadians favor jokes where people are made to look stupid. I especially like this one:
Gotta use this as a comeback when next time someone does that to me. Like, I *know* you aren't supposed to end sentences with prepositions, asswipe. If you are so bloody smart, maybe you have heard of something called "colloquialism"? I do adhear to this rule when I write essays or formal documents, but who gives a rat's ass when you're just talking with friends or writing an informal email? What's worse, these losers are often the ones who can't even distinguish between "its" and "it's," or "your" and "you're." Fucking ass-weepays...Texan: Where are you from?
Harvard Grad: I come from a place where we do not end our sentences with prepositions.
Texan: Ok... Where are you from, jackass?
Ok, maybe my self-imposed ban on sugar is just making me bitter. Better go get some ice cream.
Friday, October 11, 2002
- can i get an amen -
Wednesday, October 9, 2002
- stupid club memebers only -
Jean-Michel Basquiat, too, was 27 when he died of heroin overdose. Coincidence? I think not.
Monday, October 7, 2002
- nicaragua nicaragua -
Note to self: six donuts and a danish in a 10-minute span causes a major sugar buzz. It probably didn't help that I was also eating French toast with honey-soaked peaches doused with lots of maple syrup. Man, I was like Mike Myers in that infamous "hyper hypo" SNL skit.
Can't believe my beloved Yankees are out already. And just as I was thinking, "oh well, I'll just root for the A's now," the Twins pulls an upset and eliminates the mighty A's. Damn. I'm rooting for the Cards now since they are the only team left that I don't despise. Let's just hope they don't overdo "we dedicate this to Darryl Kile" thing if they do end up winning.
Thursday, October 3, 2002
- point counterpoint -
From this morning's email thread with Frito:
Hansol: Saw Ghost in the Shell last night. Man, what a brilliant movie. See how The Matrix shamelessly copied it scene-by-scene.
Scott: Ahem... One is a cartoon, the other is not (read in Simpsons comic store dude voice)... Oh, also that guy listens to Linkin Park. How am I supposed to believe *anything* he has to say. Eeeewwwwww.
Hansol: Hey, Linkin Park's DJ is Korean, so they must be good. (But then again, the infamous Asian Penis Man is also Korean -- eeeewwwwww.)
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