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:: Friday, August 30, 2002 ::

So I admitted to a friend that I watched the entire 3rd season of Sex in the City in 2 nights.
It was basically a set-up for him to spike the ball to squash my manhood... he became Luke Skywalker, bobsledding the trenches of the Death Star- looking for a vulnerable slit in which he could get the critical shot in.

Ok, enough self-aggrandizement- I just compared myself to the Death Star for Chrissakes.

This is a cry for help, perhaps.

Speaking of Self-aggrandizement I saw the Video Music Awards. P-Diddy, Emninem, Axl Rose... A glorified High School talent/popluarity show. Why do I fall for this shit everytime? Maybe I like to jade myself every once in a while... I know it's all bullshit and that there is more than enough good music in the world to make up for it.
On a positive note, I did like Sheryl Crow's song... a redemption for "Soak up the Sun"... I think that was her cry fro help.
Axl was crying for help- unfortunately the snipers in the balcony spared him though- he sounded like he was in absolute misery... My ego was lifted as I now know that my Axl Rose imitation is now more authentic than the real Axl.

:: Ol Man Factory 8/30/2002 11:42:00 AM [+] ::
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:: Thursday, August 29, 2002 ::
thanks to Scott for this link:
http://www.ratedtoons.com/flash/cuss_keyboard.cfm

:: Ol Man Factory 8/29/2002 04:13:00 PM [+] ::
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It's good to be alive on a day that Aimee Mann releases a new album. Haven't heard it yet, but I am going to remedy that very shortly. My heart is happy, excited and nervous... like it would be in anticipation of engaging in a blissful kiss with a beautiful woman. I know I might be setting myself up for dissapointment here, but fuck it- I'm ready to take the fall.

So Benly has started a blog.
This is occasion for a semi-satrical-satanic ritual. Release the Man-bat!
Hail! (a snowman is brutally decapitated with a red hot rake)
Hail! (Jerry Garcia rises from the grave and joins the Dave Matthews Band, his waif (wraith)-like appearance turns on all the teenage girls- knocking John Mayer off the charts...desperate, Mayer records a duet album with Jennifer "Love" Hewitt. The title: Mayer McCheese)
Hail! (The sky rains rum and coke)
Hail Ben Ly- Hail him, for he is a TITAN! (minus the "AN")

On a totally related note- My cat Stache is a fucking punk.
Sprayed by a skunk: twice
Got in a fight that required medical care: Four-fold
Picking fights with things that will undoubtably WIN: Uncountable

He is a punkass, the vet gave my mom an application for "cat insurance" because he gets in so many scrapes. Basically the vet said that even though he is neutered- he still wants to mate. They took his dick, but he STILL wants to get busy.

He has a PHANTOM DICK!

I think that is pretty damn cool.

(Especially as a band name.)




:: Ol Man Factory 8/29/2002 03:01:00 PM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, August 28, 2002 ::
Sex in the City

Back in the day when I worked at the sue-she rest-au-rant, some of the sushi chefs were talking about Sex in the City.
Being the pop culture ignoramus that I am, I mentioned that I'd never seen the show.

They were amazed, "oh man, you Gotta see it"
I was like, uh "isn't that like, uh...what's the phrase.... a chick show?" (trying to sound as masculine/neanderthaloid as possible)
"Yes and no..." replied the sushi chef... "but you should watch it..."
"you'll learn ALOT about women..."

I felt like the hunchback of No-cable-TV-tre Damn.... whiling my hours away in solitude...whittling my little wooden whistle so I could serenade my imaginary beloved w/ "Somewhere Out There" in my lonely tower of song. And now, these great men with knives, these bastions of masculintity... these blood stained carvers of big slabs of fishmeat were letting me peek in on a forbidden cable tv world... a glimpse into a secret room in the mansion of the modern woman's romantic mind.

So I put it on my "to do list" next to get a life and eventually did watch the first two seasons with my sister. I was suprised, I really liked it. Funny/witty stuff. I liked Carrie.
Did I learn about women? (or in my case girls masquerading as women)
I think I did... but it wasn't anything really groundbreaking... I figure between having two sisters and a whole extended family of sisters (their friends) I've seen a wide range of female behavior. Do I understand it? Hmmmm... I am afraid of answering in fear of incurring the wrath of the Goddess. So I will take the fifth.

Recently rented vol. 1 and 2 of the 3rd season (again with my sis- come on, I'd feel wierd watching it alone...it's a chick show!)

Some thoughts: By no means is this a groundbreaker, but a lot of girls model themselves off of the characters (the ones they relate to, or want to be) or a mix of them. Or maybe not, model themselves after them, but feel inspired by them- because these girls are perpetually in a jam in some way or another. Obviously the characters are composites of people we all know and love and hate too.

This might create a whole new way of stereotyping people too... say I meet a Miranda who is secretly a Charlotte then decides to be a Samantha for a few months? The sushi chefs were speculating about female customers (before I was familiar w/the show)... now I know exactly what they were talking about when they were comparing a customer to Samantha... heh heh (she even reminded me of a mix of Kim Catrall and Paula Abdul)
She drank Martinis... Damn, now I know why Cosmopolitans were so damn popular... watching the show makes me wanna make them. (the drinks too)

The show is well written, sometimes it disturbs and angers me though...I guess that's a sign of a well written show.
Carrie's on my shitlist now...heh heh (remember, it's just a show)
I guess when I get into a show, I REALLY get into it...heh heh

Tangent: There were two Asian male actors in the shows I saw. The portrayals: asian doctor about to administer an std test, the horny Japanese businessman mistaking Carrie for a Ho and asking "how much?" I'd rather they not have any Asians on the show rather than reinforce those stereotypes. Pisses me off! More on this later.

:: Ol Man Factory 8/28/2002 02:06:00 PM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, August 27, 2002 ::
Ah, this month is almost over! A fond "fuck you" to August! I don't know why, but I feel like this is a good thing. I received a warning in July from the prophetic I Ching Oracle. The Sage spoke (and he spoke well)

He sayed:

beware the eighth month

Yeah, August was kinda fucked up.

Let's raise our glasses in a premature toast to the death of August, and give a warm welcome to September waiting in the wings...

New month, new shit list!

1) Jin being gone
2) Self help books
3) Cowardice
4) eye spasms (good band name though)
5) Unneccesary bridges in songs (example: John Mayer's bridge in No Such Thing - "I am invincible, I am invincible"...no you aren't because this bridge makes you a Weenis)
6) Baggage
7) Indifference
8) Arrogance
9) Hypocrisy - cuz I am an arrogant fuck right now
10) hypocrites who say they are hypocrites just to make another hypocrite not feel so bad, but deep down they know they aren't as bad a hypocrite as the hypocrite they are trying to excuse
11) oh yeah, August
12) oh yeah, Vanessa Carlton
13) ob yeah, the "new, renovated Union Street Park". Sixx words: Fucking Waste of Concrete and Money.
14) long lost friends

Unrelated: I am drafting up a list of "long lost people" who I have not seen/corresponded to in a long time. I don't even think I'm gonna attempt to contact anyone though, but maybe making this list will send a cosmic furry gloved hand to gently bitchslap some of these people into the land of 'see if long lost friend Tak/Goh is still alive". It's crazy how many people I've lost touch with for some reason or another... there are definitely people you need to "reel in" from time to time. Damn people!

best thing overheard downtown yesterday:

"fucking people...I just hate all you fucking people"
-homeless guy weaving through pedestrian traffic

Ok, this has been "kind of" a negative entry, so I will end it on a good note:
The Honor Roll
(in no particular order)

1) Matt Ro
2) The Bahl Bros
3) Ben Lee
4) Jin Ho Kim
5) Nakamura family, (esp circa 1978)
6) Thu Yen Vu
7) Huw Thornton
8) Lucien Lamotte
9) Fucking Fatass
10) The Miura sisters

:: Ol Man Factory 8/27/2002 10:41:00 AM [+] ::
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