Stinking poster took forever to make and now that I'm done I can relax. Really looking forward to this trip, man. The only damn thing I care for in this world now.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
North Trip Poster
Stinking poster took forever to make and now that I'm done I can relax. Really looking forward to this trip, man. The only damn thing I care for in this world now.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Hey lookit what I drew
My brother and I was on Facebook lookin at all the freaks we knew and Calvin Li came up. We were like - oh man this guy is so sad he must have a medical condition. So I was like, "Hey what about I draw him, I'll draw him so good." And so I drew him and then I went on photoshop and did some outlining and this is what I came out with.
Hoss says this was awesome and I was like, Hell yeah it was! I'm Al Yen. And this is Calvin Li.
Hoss also wanted me to color it red for communism and lime green and purple for gay.
Also, it's summer everyone! Spend it wisely bitches!
Hoss says this was awesome and I was like, Hell yeah it was! I'm Al Yen. And this is Calvin Li.
Hoss also wanted me to color it red for communism and lime green and purple for gay.
Also, it's summer everyone! Spend it wisely bitches!
Friday, June 05, 2009
Blasphemy
http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/beauty/why-not-to-wear-skinny-jeans-nerve-damage-465715/;_ylt=AsVEjsnaHoiGub0o1yRJvkt0fNdF
Skinny jeans should be required by law for women.
Skinny jeans should be required by law for women.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thievery
They say you don't appreciate the things you have until you've lost it. Well, I lost my bike. Though it's technically not "lost" by "stolen." But I can appreciate the wiseness of the saying. When I reflect, I can undoubtedly say that I had treated my crappy old bike unkindly. It would only be a matter of time before some passing stranger would work up the nerve to steal a man's bike right from his property. It sucks, I tells ya; that it took the theft of my bicycle for me to think, "Aw damned it I should've taken more pictures of it. Set a booby trap or two. Or a tracking device." I'll take this as punishment - I should be more appreciative of my possessions before some wayward teen thinks of stealing it.
But that doesn't mean I won't take my bike back if I find it. Hell, if I find it I'm likely gonna do something highly illegal to get it back. Bastards.
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Update: I inspected the scene and I've narrowed down possible suspects. From where my bike once was is a small wad of gum near the corner of the wall - the kind of faux daring rebellious teenagers are known for. As if the wad was meant to be a clear insult, but left so inconspicuously that one would need to look carefully to find. I wouldn't put it past these Irvine children to do something so "bad" just to entertain themselves. Sheltered dicks.
Being foolish children they'll likely return to the scene of the crime at one time or another to talk about their glorious steal. And I do think they came as a group. No dumb teenager would commit a crime without witnesses. But, because they are likely to be a privileged bunch they'll probably keep my bike in their backyards and out of sight, so I can't shadow possible suspects and hope to steal it back. The best I can do is remember their faces, if I see them again, and maybe push them around if I find them alone in the dark.
Luckily I got three other bikes that only need a tire replacement to use. I'm considering setting up some kind of trap with the new bikes as bait for these kids because I really really wanna put some fear in their pompous little hearts. If I cover my corners right then there's no way they can pin an assault charge on me. Hehe.
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More news:
Al Yen's back on the Twitter! If you guys want semi-up-to-the-minute updates of my life (not really) or lots and lots of silly stupid ideas for essays, theories, stories, etc (got a whole buncha those) - then come on over ya goofballs and read to your heart's desire!
And maybe, if you guys want, we can start an A-men Twitter page or some other such nonsense.
But that doesn't mean I won't take my bike back if I find it. Hell, if I find it I'm likely gonna do something highly illegal to get it back. Bastards.
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Update: I inspected the scene and I've narrowed down possible suspects. From where my bike once was is a small wad of gum near the corner of the wall - the kind of faux daring rebellious teenagers are known for. As if the wad was meant to be a clear insult, but left so inconspicuously that one would need to look carefully to find. I wouldn't put it past these Irvine children to do something so "bad" just to entertain themselves. Sheltered dicks.
Being foolish children they'll likely return to the scene of the crime at one time or another to talk about their glorious steal. And I do think they came as a group. No dumb teenager would commit a crime without witnesses. But, because they are likely to be a privileged bunch they'll probably keep my bike in their backyards and out of sight, so I can't shadow possible suspects and hope to steal it back. The best I can do is remember their faces, if I see them again, and maybe push them around if I find them alone in the dark.
Luckily I got three other bikes that only need a tire replacement to use. I'm considering setting up some kind of trap with the new bikes as bait for these kids because I really really wanna put some fear in their pompous little hearts. If I cover my corners right then there's no way they can pin an assault charge on me. Hehe.
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More news:
Al Yen's back on the Twitter! If you guys want semi-up-to-the-minute updates of my life (not really) or lots and lots of silly stupid ideas for essays, theories, stories, etc (got a whole buncha those) - then come on over ya goofballs and read to your heart's desire!
And maybe, if you guys want, we can start an A-men Twitter page or some other such nonsense.
Friday, May 22, 2009
'Tis a sad day...
http://www.whittierdailynews.com/news/ci_12392771
'Tis a sad day when you find out that the place you spent your childhood, that gave you the foundation of your education, that holds cherished memories and times... is going to close.
Goodbye, Norwood Elementary School! Your doors may close, but I will forever be a Roadrunner!
'Tis a sad day when you find out that the place you spent your childhood, that gave you the foundation of your education, that holds cherished memories and times... is going to close.
Goodbye, Norwood Elementary School! Your doors may close, but I will forever be a Roadrunner!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Good Times
Good Times
It was a cool night. The wind was smooth, and the air was crisp as an apple, an apple about to turn very very sour. It was a night of remembrance, a night in celebration of the last moments of our youth, the last night before college. As appropriately as our childhood memories are of parks with squirrel infested trees and shocks from playground slides, we would end our childhoods at a local park.
There were four of us: Wakefield, Victor, Al Yen, and me. Wakefield was of a slim build, with the body of an elite cross-country runner and the limbs of a body builder who didn’t eat enough protein. Victor was equally skinny, but with none of the athletic traits that defined Wakefield. Al Yen was of a stocky build, with a head shaped like a boulder, legs shaped like miniature leg shaped tree trunks, and a torso as large as two Victors and twice as tough. We went to a very poorly lit city park, just down the street from a very well lit city park. The shady playground and garbage filled field was a perfect symbol for what we hoped to achieve for the night: absolute nonsense. As we trekked across the field, we slowly spread out across the darkness, covering more ground as individuals than as a group. Each one of us took to a different direction, and after I could no longer sense the others, I closed my eyes and counted. I opened my eyes. They were hidden, and I sought out after them.
I wandered through the park, past the barren baseball field, past the swaying swings, and past the desolate diapers that littered the grass, in search of the others. They did an excellent job hiding. I found absolutely nothing after a full tenth of an hour. Then I heard a shuffle in the distance. I perked my ears in its direction and headed towards the noise slowly and nonchalantly, like a cautious cat. I lurked behind a large light pole, trying to mask my presence from the target. The source of the rustling came out from behind its tree. I peeked out from the light pole. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him, hand in pocket, eyes glimmering, like a cat who has done too many drugs. He was not who I was looking for. But I crept slowly after him, following him from a distance. Perhaps he was a villain, and I could take him down under the cover of darkness like a masked vigilante, becoming a local hero in the process. I followed him to the rust stained bleachers of the baseball field and simultaneously found Wakefield, Victor, and Al Yen hidden there watching the same villain I was tailing. The villain pulled a package from out of his villainous coat, placed it on the steps, and with shifty eyes, walked away in the direction from which he came. What was in the white, powdery, rectangular, plastic wrapped package, I wondered? I and the others had no clue. We decided to find out.
But before we could maneuver our way towards the mysterious package, we were halted by another shuffling noise. This time, it came from a large sack under an adjacent bleacher, which had somehow gone previously unnoticed. The sack on the floor wriggled around as if a homeless person were wrestling with ferrets underneath, but really, it was just an itchy homeless person in a sleeping bag. As a morning flower opens when struck by rays of morning sunlight, the sleeping bag blossomed under the influence of the package, revealing the itchy homeless person underneath, and sending a pungent aroma made from essence of sewer permeating through the damp air and into our nostrils. The homeless person emerged powerfully and ceremoniously walked towards the shroud of shadow containing the mysterious package. He grasped it with his aged and grimy hands and quickly stashed it into his inner coat pocket like a hamster preparing for the winter. With little hurry, he returned to the petals of his sleeping bag. He scratched his itchy self before re-entering the chamber of his slumber and scratching himself some more. The homeless person vanished under the covers of the sleeping bag, and the sleeping bag closed up, as if waiting for the next cycle of nature to occur.
What was in the package? What crazy shenanigans would we have run into if we took the package? As the rusty old clock struck eleven o’clock, and our night was near its end, we witnessed a real world exchange of goods on the last day of our youth. Our childhood bore memories of tossing Frisbees on warm sunny days in parks, and it ended with a welcoming scene into the seedy underbelly of the real world on a cool night, also in a park. Good times.
*NOTE: I don't remember if it was Pika or Victor that was there, but I went with Victor for obvious reasons.
It was a cool night. The wind was smooth, and the air was crisp as an apple, an apple about to turn very very sour. It was a night of remembrance, a night in celebration of the last moments of our youth, the last night before college. As appropriately as our childhood memories are of parks with squirrel infested trees and shocks from playground slides, we would end our childhoods at a local park.
There were four of us: Wakefield, Victor, Al Yen, and me. Wakefield was of a slim build, with the body of an elite cross-country runner and the limbs of a body builder who didn’t eat enough protein. Victor was equally skinny, but with none of the athletic traits that defined Wakefield. Al Yen was of a stocky build, with a head shaped like a boulder, legs shaped like miniature leg shaped tree trunks, and a torso as large as two Victors and twice as tough. We went to a very poorly lit city park, just down the street from a very well lit city park. The shady playground and garbage filled field was a perfect symbol for what we hoped to achieve for the night: absolute nonsense. As we trekked across the field, we slowly spread out across the darkness, covering more ground as individuals than as a group. Each one of us took to a different direction, and after I could no longer sense the others, I closed my eyes and counted. I opened my eyes. They were hidden, and I sought out after them.
I wandered through the park, past the barren baseball field, past the swaying swings, and past the desolate diapers that littered the grass, in search of the others. They did an excellent job hiding. I found absolutely nothing after a full tenth of an hour. Then I heard a shuffle in the distance. I perked my ears in its direction and headed towards the noise slowly and nonchalantly, like a cautious cat. I lurked behind a large light pole, trying to mask my presence from the target. The source of the rustling came out from behind its tree. I peeked out from the light pole. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him, hand in pocket, eyes glimmering, like a cat who has done too many drugs. He was not who I was looking for. But I crept slowly after him, following him from a distance. Perhaps he was a villain, and I could take him down under the cover of darkness like a masked vigilante, becoming a local hero in the process. I followed him to the rust stained bleachers of the baseball field and simultaneously found Wakefield, Victor, and Al Yen hidden there watching the same villain I was tailing. The villain pulled a package from out of his villainous coat, placed it on the steps, and with shifty eyes, walked away in the direction from which he came. What was in the white, powdery, rectangular, plastic wrapped package, I wondered? I and the others had no clue. We decided to find out.
But before we could maneuver our way towards the mysterious package, we were halted by another shuffling noise. This time, it came from a large sack under an adjacent bleacher, which had somehow gone previously unnoticed. The sack on the floor wriggled around as if a homeless person were wrestling with ferrets underneath, but really, it was just an itchy homeless person in a sleeping bag. As a morning flower opens when struck by rays of morning sunlight, the sleeping bag blossomed under the influence of the package, revealing the itchy homeless person underneath, and sending a pungent aroma made from essence of sewer permeating through the damp air and into our nostrils. The homeless person emerged powerfully and ceremoniously walked towards the shroud of shadow containing the mysterious package. He grasped it with his aged and grimy hands and quickly stashed it into his inner coat pocket like a hamster preparing for the winter. With little hurry, he returned to the petals of his sleeping bag. He scratched his itchy self before re-entering the chamber of his slumber and scratching himself some more. The homeless person vanished under the covers of the sleeping bag, and the sleeping bag closed up, as if waiting for the next cycle of nature to occur.
What was in the package? What crazy shenanigans would we have run into if we took the package? As the rusty old clock struck eleven o’clock, and our night was near its end, we witnessed a real world exchange of goods on the last day of our youth. Our childhood bore memories of tossing Frisbees on warm sunny days in parks, and it ended with a welcoming scene into the seedy underbelly of the real world on a cool night, also in a park. Good times.
*NOTE: I don't remember if it was Pika or Victor that was there, but I went with Victor for obvious reasons.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sweet politics
Hoss told me about Victor and his organization's little predicament, and I, being the outrageous troublemaker that I am, would love to help out in whatever way I can (mostly, in an editorial to your school paper). With my extensive knowledge in politics and my ability to rile up the people, I'm certain I can be a really good asset to your campaign, Vicky Boy. In fact, why not just come down here and take me up there? I'll run as the third party candidate. I'll drain the votes from that dance-marathon loving loser and I'll punch his dick after election day (implied homosexual abuse).
That and many more things I can do - for no charge at all! I only want you to write up some information about this - what are your fears? Your hopes? Your backup plans? I want the scoop and I want it hard (more implied homosexual abuse).
Get writing, life saver.
That and many more things I can do - for no charge at all! I only want you to write up some information about this - what are your fears? Your hopes? Your backup plans? I want the scoop and I want it hard (more implied homosexual abuse).
Get writing, life saver.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Canto-ness, etc
In the spirit of anti-essay sentiment, I post!
This video is by no means new. In fact, I believe it's several years old. I just wanted to highlight how this lady is not Chinese, but can speak Cantonese fluently.
Take a look.
I read Vic's blog and feel similarly. Who's up for some b-ball, or just anything?
In the spirit of nerdiness and personal failure, here's a link to a lecture on physics. It's also inspired in part by Hoss, who watches lectures of Fourier something on youtube.
Lastly, a famous face.
This video is by no means new. In fact, I believe it's several years old. I just wanted to highlight how this lady is not Chinese, but can speak Cantonese fluently.
Take a look.
I read Vic's blog and feel similarly. Who's up for some b-ball, or just anything?
In the spirit of nerdiness and personal failure, here's a link to a lecture on physics. It's also inspired in part by Hoss, who watches lectures of Fourier something on youtube.
Lastly, a famous face.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Hey Surfmonkeys!
Another video links update fresh from cyberspace!
-At Coachella, a man dressed as a wizard removed his robes, telling officers that there is "No problem" with what he's doing. Officers tried to coerce the wizard to put his clothes back on to no avail. Eventually, they tasered him down as the surrounding group of silly hipsters cried "The whole world is watching!" and "Freedom of speech, man!"
These young, fresh dudes and dudettes have got disposable cash and stuff lying around. They must be in school or something. Why are they so stupid? It's like they have no concept of the law. Freedom of speech doesn't extend to crazy nudists, ya silly kids.
-You mighta heard Texas wants to secede from the union, and this video more than backs up their wishes - and ours!
But what the Texas secessionists don't quite understand was that during the Civil War Lincoln went out of his way to save the union in a federalist beatdown on state sovereignty in order to save it from being conquered by European powers. If Texas were to secede, who would believe that they would remain an independent country for very long? I sure don't. The minute Mexico or Spain or China start kicking their asses and America comes to fend them off, why, Texas will be back to the Union before they know it. But America's not dumb enough to let that happen - it's bad PR - and so something that these crazy Texans never thought of is: hey, maybe the minute you secede the Union will come and MAKE you stay. They've done it before, they sure as heck can do it again.
Alright that's all from me today. Keep on banging.
-At Coachella, a man dressed as a wizard removed his robes, telling officers that there is "No problem" with what he's doing. Officers tried to coerce the wizard to put his clothes back on to no avail. Eventually, they tasered him down as the surrounding group of silly hipsters cried "The whole world is watching!" and "Freedom of speech, man!"
These young, fresh dudes and dudettes have got disposable cash and stuff lying around. They must be in school or something. Why are they so stupid? It's like they have no concept of the law. Freedom of speech doesn't extend to crazy nudists, ya silly kids.
-You mighta heard Texas wants to secede from the union, and this video more than backs up their wishes - and ours!
But what the Texas secessionists don't quite understand was that during the Civil War Lincoln went out of his way to save the union in a federalist beatdown on state sovereignty in order to save it from being conquered by European powers. If Texas were to secede, who would believe that they would remain an independent country for very long? I sure don't. The minute Mexico or Spain or China start kicking their asses and America comes to fend them off, why, Texas will be back to the Union before they know it. But America's not dumb enough to let that happen - it's bad PR - and so something that these crazy Texans never thought of is: hey, maybe the minute you secede the Union will come and MAKE you stay. They've done it before, they sure as heck can do it again.
Alright that's all from me today. Keep on banging.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Movie Extravaganza!
We're likely never going to see something as silly as this in a theater. Anywhere. That is why I invite you all to take the time out of your busy lives and indulge in some zombie Nazi fun! Look it up at your local pirated movie streamer today!
Stay sexy, gangbangers!
Stay sexy, gangbangers!
Monday, April 20, 2009
A-Men Recession?
Just a thought...
Is it me or has the A-men family fallen off a bit?
Almost forgot
Taylor is still number one
Is it me or has the A-men family fallen off a bit?
Almost forgot
Taylor is still number one
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Assmann Electronics
Guys, check out what I found
http://www.assmannusa.com/
An actual company named Assmann Electronics.
http://www.assmannusa.com/
An actual company named Assmann Electronics.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Goddamned it
This is one adorable robot. Just lookit.
From the experimenter's thesis:
"I wondered: could a human-like object traverse sidewalks and streets along with us, and in so doing, create a narrative about our relationship to space and our willingness to interact with what we find in it? More importantly, how could our actions be seen within a larger context of human connection that emerges from the complexity of the city itself? To answer these questions, I built robots."
You can visit the experiment website here.
From the experimenter's thesis:
"I wondered: could a human-like object traverse sidewalks and streets along with us, and in so doing, create a narrative about our relationship to space and our willingness to interact with what we find in it? More importantly, how could our actions be seen within a larger context of human connection that emerges from the complexity of the city itself? To answer these questions, I built robots."
You can visit the experiment website here.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Look at this NONSENSE
Lookit this nonsense right here. It's like, "Oh dear the gays are a-coming like an unstoppable storm and they're gonna take over everything." I also like how vague everything is. Especially that little girl. "I will have no choice...but to be gay." Brilliant.
It's like once the Supreme Court passes its decision and gay marriage becomes federal, everyone in this commercial will burst in flames, or bugs will just crawl out of their orificies and consume them whole. It's gonna be a fun day.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Victory Bell Challenge
If any one of you guys can get me the mp3 of the following song LEGALLY before I have to buy it on iTunes, you get the victory bell...at least until the NBA Finals bet kicks in.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
More Tax Ranting!
http://www.insidesocal.com/electioncountdown/2008/11/el-monte-sales-tax-passes.html
So this article tells us what the increased sales tax money goes towards... city infrastructure, police/fire, and emergency reserves.
http://www.whittierdailynews.com/ci_11927413
And here's an update on El Monte's tax front. Notice how it says, "Since [the increase in tax], plunging sales tax revenues and the increasing cost of employee benefits have produced the large deficit [of over $5 million]." The people in our city council obviously didn't take basic economics. The city wants to raise property tax too to save one of our fire stations. Higher sales tax and higher property tax is seriously going to push people (residents and shoppers alike) out of El Monte, which in turn, means less revenue! But what really irks me is...
http://www.insidesocal.com/sgvgov/2009/03/woes-in-el-monte.html
It turns out El Monte has the highest annual pension cost out of the 25 cities in the San Gabriel Valley with $12 million for 2007-2008! The next highest is West Covina with $9 million. Now, I'm not the most well-educated in how pensions and the like work, but I believe they have to do with retirement. Hm... it could just be me, but it seems like the fat cats in city hall are trying to stuff themselves! Even is our failing economy! They have already laidoff several police officers and our deficit is already growing larger and larger due to the "plunging sales tax revenues." What El Monte really needs is to cut superfluous spending! (i.e., The city council needs to stop being selfish pigs and start helping the people who voted them into office!). Or better yet! We need to give the council members the boot and bring in fresh faces who can actually fix this mess!
So this article tells us what the increased sales tax money goes towards... city infrastructure, police/fire, and emergency reserves.
http://www.whittierdailynews.com/ci_11927413
And here's an update on El Monte's tax front. Notice how it says, "Since [the increase in tax], plunging sales tax revenues and the increasing cost of employee benefits have produced the large deficit [of over $5 million]." The people in our city council obviously didn't take basic economics. The city wants to raise property tax too to save one of our fire stations. Higher sales tax and higher property tax is seriously going to push people (residents and shoppers alike) out of El Monte, which in turn, means less revenue! But what really irks me is...
http://www.insidesocal.com/sgvgov/2009/03/woes-in-el-monte.html
It turns out El Monte has the highest annual pension cost out of the 25 cities in the San Gabriel Valley with $12 million for 2007-2008! The next highest is West Covina with $9 million. Now, I'm not the most well-educated in how pensions and the like work, but I believe they have to do with retirement. Hm... it could just be me, but it seems like the fat cats in city hall are trying to stuff themselves! Even is our failing economy! They have already laidoff several police officers and our deficit is already growing larger and larger due to the "plunging sales tax revenues." What El Monte really needs is to cut superfluous spending! (i.e., The city council needs to stop being selfish pigs and start helping the people who voted them into office!). Or better yet! We need to give the council members the boot and bring in fresh faces who can actually fix this mess!
Friday, April 03, 2009
Traffic Ticket
I am extremely angry at law enforcement just minutes ago, I was just cited for riding my bike in the opposite direction of traffic. The policeman sounded like a nice guy and asked me politely to go on the side walk and show him my i.d. The part that makes me furious is that he said that he’s not trying to make trouble, but he’s just acting on the recent car accident that resulted in the death of a student. He explained to me the traffic rule, which I didn’t even care about at that point. He said that he’s only interested in ticketing people for this one reason, and “could” ticket me for other things, which I asked him about. I said that ticketing people for one and only one law doesn’t make sense. He then offhandedly said that I need a light to ride at night and asked me rhetorically if I only ride my bike during the day. Then he said that regardless, he won’t ticket me for anything else because that’s not what “they told him to do.” He was given one job, and that job was to ticket people riding in the direction opposite to traffic. What happened is the school complained to the police department about the death and now the police showed up several days later to ticket every violator of one specific law, with no regard for any other laws. He added that if I wanted to be in full compliance of the law, I could walk my bike across the sidewalk, but he admitted he doesn’t care about that.
What is the point of a policeman who only tickets you for one law? What if I were to shoot someone and not get ticketed for that, but for riding my bike in the wrong direction? He did say he’s not here to cause trouble and make people unhappy, but that’s a stupid statement because that’s exactly what he’s doing. I acknowledge that he’s under pressure from the police department, who’s under pressure from the school to enforce this law that is almost never enforced unless there is an accident. But when there’s an accident, then the police show up to enforce the one law that might have “prevented” the accident. It is without doubt sad and regretful that any life is lost, which did happen several days ago. But it is beyond stupidity to ticket others for a mistake that is isolated. That idiot who killed the girl is probably gone somewhere and fearing for his life, because he has no money to pay for an accident. That doesn’t mean that students minding their own business should be ticketed for one and only one law. It is like those ticketed are being punished for someone else’s death, and that to me, is so stupid it’s undeniable. This incident gives me another reason to hate law enforcement that performs citations. I’ve been ticketed wrongly for a green light and this time, because this cop is “just doing what they told him.” It is like stupidity in one area, probably the school, leads to stupidity in another, the police department, and finally to the cop who “doesn’t want to make people unhappy.” That’s a load of bs, because I’m plenty unhappy.
What would be more helpful is if they put up a sign about the law and traffic rules and gave people warnings. He refused to give me warning and said ignorance is not an excuse. My response is that being a jerk without “meaning to be one” sounds more stupid than any mistake I’ve made out of ignorance. So in the end, there goes more money. My mom will rant at me and I’ll explain, but she probably won’t get it. At least I know that this situation comes out of bad luck for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. What makes me more angry is in the process of ticketing me, 3 other people made the same mistake. He said that he’s being fair and that he’s only one person. Wtf does that mean? My dislike for citation enforcement officers has again skyrocketed. I’m so angry that I even have a distaste for public service and government, load of idiots.
Dang Hard to Follow
Chrissy's post was full of indignation and politics and it was fantastic. This entry hardly compares. I just wanted to throw some more Springsteen at ya'll in Sesame Street form.
Even as a muppet he's awesome.
Even as a muppet he's awesome.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
El Monte's Sales Tax > Beverly Hills' Sales Tax!?
So... we all knew the California's sales tax was gonna go up, right? BUT did any of you guys know that El Monte's sales tax is actually higher than Arcadia's?? It's even higher than Beverly Hills' or Bel Air's! WTH! We all know that El Monte is pretty ghetto and has been trying to lure businesses to come, but with higher taxes and all, it really makes me wonder how the city council is going to manage to do that. Honestly, I already do a lot of my shopping in other cities. Sorry to say, this just motivates me to do it more.
Check it out for yourselves: http://www.boe.ca.gov/cgi-bin/rates.cgi?LETTER=E&LIST=CITY
Check it out for yourselves: http://www.boe.ca.gov/cgi-bin/rates.cgi?LETTER=E&LIST=CITY
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
A Research Proposal for the Ages
Man and Chimp differ by the slimmest percentage, biologically. Man and apes are varied in their genetic makeup by less than 3%. Because of this, an Orangutan is capable of mating with a Gorilla to produce a super strong, super orange ape. Likewise, the Chimp can mate with the Bonobo to produce a Chimpobo. Yet with these possibilities available, why have we not seen more hybrid monkeys on the market?
Oh sure, the ethics behind such experimenting is unnatural. Cruel. Maybe even evil - if we're all feeling so unscientific enough to use the word. But I say, the benefits of ape hybrids far outweigh the possible consequences. Consider this: an elderly man's helper monkey dies from exhaustion. It is a monkey. They regularly die from such things. But this man still needs his refrigerator moved. Well that dead monkey sure won't help him. It's already rotting away like a typical lazy, deceased, monkey. What to do?
Well not only would a hybrid ape be twice as smart as the regular ape but it would also posses the strength of combined apes. "Sure, old man. I'll move your refrigerator for you. And I'll do it with a gentle tip of my cap and a tune in my heart," the ape would say.
Not practical enough? Well picture this - the denizens of the deep are rising out of the oceans. Vengeful. Eyes full of fury. They want the land and they are going to take it whether we like it or not. Our puny guns and explosive ordinance do little to penetrate the arcanite steel of the mighty whale warriors. What to do? Super apes. That's what. For when brains meet might and lose, what's left is to send in our Super-strong-hybrid-apes (and America's greatest bodybuilders) in the ultimate match of brawn versus might. Muscle shall defeat muscle.
Is helping the elderly ethical? Is fighting for our freedom to exist ethical? There's no question there. Now, this could be all hearsay. I could be overlooking the ecological ramifications; introducing a whole new species in an already crumbling global ecosystem. Or, heaven forbid, I'm grossly inconsiderate of the ape's feelings. "Ooh but I don't want to hump a gorilla. Waa. Waaa."
"SHUT UP, you dumb orangutan!" I shout. "THIS IS FOR SCIENCE." And the orangutan, realizing how badly behaved it has been, releases its grip from its tear-soaked pillow and proceeds to make sweet, wonderful love to the gorilla. It is a fantasy. It is a vision. Love - eternal. Ethics? What ethics? Ethic's power to halt the progress of science is as strong as it's ability to stop love. And love is unstoppable, ethics, you moron.
Yet the naysayers will naysay and naysay until their balls are blue from naying, but they never consider the problem at hand: we are at the precipice of great change. Change uncertain. Beyond, in the other side, is darkness. Humans have always confided in religion and magic when they confront uncertainty. But now humans can no longer rely on make-believe to carry them through the abyss. They risk destruction if they do. Man now confides more on their own ability to progress. To insure their own security. But in doing so, man has moved out of the shadows of his cave and into a deeper and darker world of unknowning. Man made god. Man can be god. But man does not need to take this journey on their own. They can have companions. They can have super-strong smart-apes.
So I hope you will accept my proposal and approve my human/ape hybrid. 'cause, hey, why have two monkeys doing it when you can be in on the action? Aww yes.
Oh sure, the ethics behind such experimenting is unnatural. Cruel. Maybe even evil - if we're all feeling so unscientific enough to use the word. But I say, the benefits of ape hybrids far outweigh the possible consequences. Consider this: an elderly man's helper monkey dies from exhaustion. It is a monkey. They regularly die from such things. But this man still needs his refrigerator moved. Well that dead monkey sure won't help him. It's already rotting away like a typical lazy, deceased, monkey. What to do?
Well not only would a hybrid ape be twice as smart as the regular ape but it would also posses the strength of combined apes. "Sure, old man. I'll move your refrigerator for you. And I'll do it with a gentle tip of my cap and a tune in my heart," the ape would say.
Not practical enough? Well picture this - the denizens of the deep are rising out of the oceans. Vengeful. Eyes full of fury. They want the land and they are going to take it whether we like it or not. Our puny guns and explosive ordinance do little to penetrate the arcanite steel of the mighty whale warriors. What to do? Super apes. That's what. For when brains meet might and lose, what's left is to send in our Super-strong-hybrid-apes (and America's greatest bodybuilders) in the ultimate match of brawn versus might. Muscle shall defeat muscle.
Is helping the elderly ethical? Is fighting for our freedom to exist ethical? There's no question there. Now, this could be all hearsay. I could be overlooking the ecological ramifications; introducing a whole new species in an already crumbling global ecosystem. Or, heaven forbid, I'm grossly inconsiderate of the ape's feelings. "Ooh but I don't want to hump a gorilla. Waa. Waaa."
"SHUT UP, you dumb orangutan!" I shout. "THIS IS FOR SCIENCE." And the orangutan, realizing how badly behaved it has been, releases its grip from its tear-soaked pillow and proceeds to make sweet, wonderful love to the gorilla. It is a fantasy. It is a vision. Love - eternal. Ethics? What ethics? Ethic's power to halt the progress of science is as strong as it's ability to stop love. And love is unstoppable, ethics, you moron.
Yet the naysayers will naysay and naysay until their balls are blue from naying, but they never consider the problem at hand: we are at the precipice of great change. Change uncertain. Beyond, in the other side, is darkness. Humans have always confided in religion and magic when they confront uncertainty. But now humans can no longer rely on make-believe to carry them through the abyss. They risk destruction if they do. Man now confides more on their own ability to progress. To insure their own security. But in doing so, man has moved out of the shadows of his cave and into a deeper and darker world of unknowning. Man made god. Man can be god. But man does not need to take this journey on their own. They can have companions. They can have super-strong smart-apes.
So I hope you will accept my proposal and approve my human/ape hybrid. 'cause, hey, why have two monkeys doing it when you can be in on the action? Aww yes.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Movie Season
Lotsa movies are out gang, but the best one so far has to be that new Fast and Furious movie. Like, I've just seen the trailer so far but it looks very promising. It might be just as funny as the last Fast and Furious movie and here's why:
The cars are popping wheelies.
That's right folks, freaking wheelie popping cars. We have to see this movie. It is the comedy event of the season.
The cars are popping wheelies.
That's right folks, freaking wheelie popping cars. We have to see this movie. It is the comedy event of the season.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Driving on I-10 = Relations 101
Okay, every time I go back home from LA or drive my sister back from her work, this same thought always pops into my head...the carpool lane is a lot like marriage.
See, initially the carpool lane offers a small section of freedom as one races down the freeway going 80-90 mph, the honeymoon phase as you will. Then, you hit bumps along the way such as a slow-ass bus or even more traffic since it is just one lane (financial problems, nagging wife, kids, etc. in the marital realm). You are stuck, you are committed to those two yellow lines and to those marriage vows, for better or worse.
Sticking with the regular five lanes of freeway, however, is bachelor life. If you don't like one lane (one girl)...easy breezy, just move on to the next. Swerving in and out of traffic...tapping a different girl every night. This is all in search of the fastest lane, the most epic climax.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes the carpool is the right choice; nothing but smooth sailing. But, more times than not, I stick with the loose lifestyle of the FREE-way.
See, initially the carpool lane offers a small section of freedom as one races down the freeway going 80-90 mph, the honeymoon phase as you will. Then, you hit bumps along the way such as a slow-ass bus or even more traffic since it is just one lane (financial problems, nagging wife, kids, etc. in the marital realm). You are stuck, you are committed to those two yellow lines and to those marriage vows, for better or worse.
Sticking with the regular five lanes of freeway, however, is bachelor life. If you don't like one lane (one girl)...easy breezy, just move on to the next. Swerving in and out of traffic...tapping a different girl every night. This is all in search of the fastest lane, the most epic climax.
Don't get me wrong, sometimes the carpool is the right choice; nothing but smooth sailing. But, more times than not, I stick with the loose lifestyle of the FREE-way.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Pathetic...Just Pathetic
I won't name names...but a certain A-man can't last two days without violating certain Japanese female rights (2GB of pictures...disgusting). Al and Wake, you guys know who I am talking about...lol.
I thought there was hope. I was wrong...DEAD WRONG (a la Mr. Al Yen)
I thought there was hope. I was wrong...DEAD WRONG (a la Mr. Al Yen)
Monday, March 09, 2009
Read a great exchange today
"As a scientist one of the main reasons I will NEVER vote Republican, if they do not change, is because of their denial of good science and their bastardization of the scientific method.
Until Republicans stop attacking evolution and climate change, which are based on good science, they will NEVER get my vote. You just have to start dealing in the real world to come up with solutions to our problems.
Under Bush, ideology set the policies and they tried to make science fit their ideological conclusion. Good science is dispassonate, objective and open minded.
Good government policy should be based on good science utilizing the scientific method."
Of course there was a conservative response:
"In the light of the multitude of left-wing scientific myths and hoaxes, it would be nice for leftists to admit that their side is as guilty of anti-scientific thinking as anyone else.
LEFTIST GREAT BARRIER MYTH:
http://www.goldendolphin.com/eco/IPABackgrounder17-1.pdf
LEFTIST DDT MYTH:
http://www.junkscience.com/ddtfaq.html
LEFTIST GLOBAL WARMING MYTH
http://icecap.us/index.php/go/joes-blog/comments_about_global_warming/
http://www.cfif.org/htdocs/legislative_issues/federal_issues/hot_issues_in_congress/energy/Scientists-Shatter-the-Myth-Scientific-Consensus-Global-Warming.htm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZBP-JYzQKg
INCESSANT LEFTIST MYTHS ABOUT GUNS:
http://gunowners.org/fs9901.htm
and
http://gunowners.org/fs0401.htm
The Left-wingers' belief that right-wingers oppose science is achieved by left-wingers' refusal to embrace scientific evidence to the contrary."
Well of course this guy got buried alive:
"You forgot to mention that persistent liberal nonsense about the earth being round."
"Bad science bought and paid for by your right wing organizations is not science."
"We'd produce photos from space (which would be called fakes), scientist explaining the movement of the stars (which would be junk science), and all sorts of physical science experiments that confirmed a round earth (which would be dismissed as a grand conspiracy by brainwashed "leftist").
Scientists are not debating global warming... skeptics are. Skeptics who get their funding from oil companies, who have a vested interest in the status quo (and not paying for the mess they create)."
Well they could still get away with one positive talking point, right?
"They were never prohibited from doing embryonic research. MILLIONS, if not billions, has been pumped into embryonic stem cell research by both state governments and private foundations/corporations/individuals.
People on both sides of the issue need to be educated about this. Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY in funding for embryonic stem cell research."
I DON'T THINK SO!
"'Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY in funding for embryonic stem cell research.'
Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY for invading noncombative nations and taxcuts for the rich, but that didn't stop you, now did it?"
Anyway, the president lifted Bush's federal ban on stem cell research today. Sweet, sweet science had a chance to taste victory at last. In your face Wakefield.
Until Republicans stop attacking evolution and climate change, which are based on good science, they will NEVER get my vote. You just have to start dealing in the real world to come up with solutions to our problems.
Under Bush, ideology set the policies and they tried to make science fit their ideological conclusion. Good science is dispassonate, objective and open minded.
Good government policy should be based on good science utilizing the scientific method."
Of course there was a conservative response:
"In the light of the multitude of left-wing scientific myths and hoaxes, it would be nice for leftists to admit that their side is as guilty of anti-scientific thinking as anyone else.
LEFTIST GREAT BARRIER MYTH:
http://www.goldendolphin.com/eco/IPABackgrounder17-1.pdf
LEFTIST DDT MYTH:
http://www.junkscience.com/ddtfaq.html
LEFTIST GLOBAL WARMING MYTH
http://icecap.us/index.php/go/joes-blog/comments_about_global_warming/
http://www.cfif.org/htdocs/legislative_issues/federal_issues/hot_issues_in_congress/energy/Scientists-Shatter-the-Myth-Scientific-Consensus-Global-Warming.htm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZBP-JYzQKg
INCESSANT LEFTIST MYTHS ABOUT GUNS:
http://gunowners.org/fs9901.htm
and
http://gunowners.org/fs0401.htm
The Left-wingers' belief that right-wingers oppose science is achieved by left-wingers' refusal to embrace scientific evidence to the contrary."
Well of course this guy got buried alive:
"You forgot to mention that persistent liberal nonsense about the earth being round."
"Bad science bought and paid for by your right wing organizations is not science."
"We'd produce photos from space (which would be called fakes), scientist explaining the movement of the stars (which would be junk science), and all sorts of physical science experiments that confirmed a round earth (which would be dismissed as a grand conspiracy by brainwashed "leftist").
Scientists are not debating global warming... skeptics are. Skeptics who get their funding from oil companies, who have a vested interest in the status quo (and not paying for the mess they create)."
Well they could still get away with one positive talking point, right?
"They were never prohibited from doing embryonic research. MILLIONS, if not billions, has been pumped into embryonic stem cell research by both state governments and private foundations/corporations/individuals.
People on both sides of the issue need to be educated about this. Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY in funding for embryonic stem cell research."
I DON'T THINK SO!
"'Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY in funding for embryonic stem cell research.'
Federal money is entirely UNNECESSARY for invading noncombative nations and taxcuts for the rich, but that didn't stop you, now did it?"
Anyway, the president lifted Bush's federal ban on stem cell research today. Sweet, sweet science had a chance to taste victory at last. In your face Wakefield.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Got some great news for you guys
In this article, researchers have linked reaction time to long life spans.
It also means intelligence determines how long a person lives. Logically, intellect governs the type of choices we make - meaning we usually make smart choices - and now it's backed up by biology!
This is great. Technically speaking, we A-men, if we keep up our powerful brains, will outlive 90% of the people we know today our age.
And that's today's A-men related news.
It also means intelligence determines how long a person lives. Logically, intellect governs the type of choices we make - meaning we usually make smart choices - and now it's backed up by biology!
This is great. Technically speaking, we A-men, if we keep up our powerful brains, will outlive 90% of the people we know today our age.
And that's today's A-men related news.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Train Your Willpower For Pennies A Month
Buy a can of Pringles and try to eat only one chip a day for 90 days.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Happy March!
Hey Guys!
Yay! I get the first post for March! =]
I just wanted to say "Hi!" cuz I haven't seen any of you guys in eons! Altho... I was in Newport Beach on Thursday and got to see Tiffy, Chau, My, and JennDu. And then on Friday, I bumped into Anne and Karen walking to class so we got to chat a bit.
It's friggin 9th week! Ahh... finals are coming! Boo! But afterwards, we should all hang out over Spring Break! (Maybe even take that Hooters trip you guys wanted so much. Haha!) Alritey, I need to stop procrastinating and finish my papers.
Oh ya! Remember to change your clocks on March 8th! We're springing forward an hour as Daylight Saving Time starts.
Yay! I get the first post for March! =]
I just wanted to say "Hi!" cuz I haven't seen any of you guys in eons! Altho... I was in Newport Beach on Thursday and got to see Tiffy, Chau, My, and JennDu. And then on Friday, I bumped into Anne and Karen walking to class so we got to chat a bit.
It's friggin 9th week! Ahh... finals are coming! Boo! But afterwards, we should all hang out over Spring Break! (Maybe even take that Hooters trip you guys wanted so much. Haha!) Alritey, I need to stop procrastinating and finish my papers.
Oh ya! Remember to change your clocks on March 8th! We're springing forward an hour as Daylight Saving Time starts.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hey Cool Cats!
I don't really have anything important to say I just felt like blogging.
So what's been going on gangbangers! I'm still trying to rewrite this one essay of mine to no avail. Now I'm on a mad dash to get this stupid thing finished. Not much progress, as you can see, since I'm on this freaking thing writing up a no-good post.
Anyway, I'm happy to see that for two consecutive months this blog has been hitting over ten posts. This is fantastic. If we can keep this up, we should be able to stay a semi viable group blog. Of course I'd like it if more than me, Vic, and Hoss posted, since this is a group blog. But I ain't
gonna force you guys. But I'd like to say THANKS HOSS AND VIC FOR BEING COOL CATS!
DOES THE PICTURE LOOK LIKE ANYONE WE KNOW??
Hey gang, lemme tell ya one of these days we have to go to Orochan and finish the job. I'm saying this 'cause a few hours ago I had me this cup of spicy noodles - chile limon shrimp - and man my insides are killing me. I mean I am camping out on the toilet from pain. Fun fact - when Hoss was a little kid he ate so many spicy cheetos that this sort of stuff doesn't happen to him anymore. That's right, he's got intestinal immunity from spicy foods. I BET YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT, A-MEN FAN!
Probably every tuesday night, for ten to twenty minutes I'll call up the guys for no good reason just to see what's up. It ain't ever a dull moment with the fellas - Hoss might be making an omelete or something or Vic might offer a few pearls of wisdom from that sex-addled brain of his and it's always good. I'd like to encourage all the A-men to start calling each other for no good reason, just as Wakefield started doing all those years ago. Sure we're hard-working, crime-fighting, book-reading, limo-riding, wheelin'-n'-dealin' sonsaguns but that don't mean we can't chitchat!
Say - college night is coming up and it might do us some good to get out there and meet the younger generation. Spend the night stroking our long, whispy beards and laugh at these stupid, self-entitled children talk about their hopes and dreams. Then we throw back our beards, over our shoulders, and laugh deep and heartily. Ha ha ha ha!
Speaking of college night, I vaguely remember one adventure involving us going to a high school somewhere, wandering around looking at college stuff, and then going back home. What the crap was all that about? Does anybody remember? Man somebody's gotta document these things.
Alright, back to my paper. Keep on banging everybody!
So what's been going on gangbangers! I'm still trying to rewrite this one essay of mine to no avail. Now I'm on a mad dash to get this stupid thing finished. Not much progress, as you can see, since I'm on this freaking thing writing up a no-good post.
Anyway, I'm happy to see that for two consecutive months this blog has been hitting over ten posts. This is fantastic. If we can keep this up, we should be able to stay a semi viable group blog. Of course I'd like it if more than me, Vic, and Hoss posted, since this is a group blog. But I ain't
gonna force you guys. But I'd like to say THANKS HOSS AND VIC FOR BEING COOL CATS!DOES THE PICTURE LOOK LIKE ANYONE WE KNOW??
Hey gang, lemme tell ya one of these days we have to go to Orochan and finish the job. I'm saying this 'cause a few hours ago I had me this cup of spicy noodles - chile limon shrimp - and man my insides are killing me. I mean I am camping out on the toilet from pain. Fun fact - when Hoss was a little kid he ate so many spicy cheetos that this sort of stuff doesn't happen to him anymore. That's right, he's got intestinal immunity from spicy foods. I BET YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT, A-MEN FAN!
Probably every tuesday night, for ten to twenty minutes I'll call up the guys for no good reason just to see what's up. It ain't ever a dull moment with the fellas - Hoss might be making an omelete or something or Vic might offer a few pearls of wisdom from that sex-addled brain of his and it's always good. I'd like to encourage all the A-men to start calling each other for no good reason, just as Wakefield started doing all those years ago. Sure we're hard-working, crime-fighting, book-reading, limo-riding, wheelin'-n'-dealin' sonsaguns but that don't mean we can't chitchat!
Say - college night is coming up and it might do us some good to get out there and meet the younger generation. Spend the night stroking our long, whispy beards and laugh at these stupid, self-entitled children talk about their hopes and dreams. Then we throw back our beards, over our shoulders, and laugh deep and heartily. Ha ha ha ha!
Speaking of college night, I vaguely remember one adventure involving us going to a high school somewhere, wandering around looking at college stuff, and then going back home. What the crap was all that about? Does anybody remember? Man somebody's gotta document these things.
Alright, back to my paper. Keep on banging everybody!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I Need Some Help
Hey gangbangers! It's Al. I'm asking anyone of you out there to help me out on my project. You just gotta go to this website here, click on "connect: 3-Kingdoms" and then play it for awhile. Maybe tell me where you guys are in the game, what you're doing, and what your name is. It's to help me get used to this crazy ass environment, which is a pretty big one, and so I don't get murdered out there without the chance to do some research. So the gist of it is - I need you guys to play a game for me. Preferably with me. Like coordinate it so we are both on this thing at the same time.
This won't be the only game I'm playing, mind, there's at least two more: one involves batman and the other is a sex game. The sex game looks especially disgusting, and I'm hoping I won't have to interact with any live players and just get some sick virtual npc action going but then I don't even really wanna do that - more of that nonsense at a later time. For now help me out with that 3-kingdom nonsense... Please?
This won't be the only game I'm playing, mind, there's at least two more: one involves batman and the other is a sex game. The sex game looks especially disgusting, and I'm hoping I won't have to interact with any live players and just get some sick virtual npc action going but then I don't even really wanna do that - more of that nonsense at a later time. For now help me out with that 3-kingdom nonsense... Please?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Wake's P&P's Best Laugh
There we were: me, Chrissy, Wakefield, and Hoss, sitting, in that order - cramped - in the backseat of Victor's tight car. Wake was leaning in such a manner where his face was very close to mine and Hoss body was near-paralleled to him. We were making fun of Beijing Mandarin with there -ers at the end of everything.
I started to talk about how me and Wake were reaching a new level of intimacy when Hoss extended his arm and draped it over Wake's shoulders in a sexual manner. Wake said something like -
Wake: I'm sorry Hoss but I'm not looking for a new relationship right now.
To which Hoss replied, with a sly grin and in a Beijing accent:
Hoss: hǎo wán! (So fun!)
I started to talk about how me and Wake were reaching a new level of intimacy when Hoss extended his arm and draped it over Wake's shoulders in a sexual manner. Wake said something like -
Wake: I'm sorry Hoss but I'm not looking for a new relationship right now.
To which Hoss replied, with a sly grin and in a Beijing accent:
Hoss: hǎo wán! (So fun!)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
A Useful ATM Tip
I heard a really useful tidbit today about safety measures at ATMs. If you're held up at an ATM by some robber, and they want you to withdraw money for them, type into your PIN number backwards when you enter it. This alerts the bank that you're in trouble, and I guess in effect they notify the cops. I remember hearing this a long time ago, but I have forgotten about it until I heard it again today. Hopefully, you'll never get robbed at an ATM, but if you ever do, you now know what to do. So stay safe!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Dilemma...Dilemma
Okay guys, I need some advice.
Should I buy the new Fray cd and if so, where?
iTunes offers an extra song with a purchase BUT I would not get the album case and I would have to burn the songs to a disc if I wanted in my car let's say. It's $9.99.
Buying it at BestBuy provides both the album case and the physical CD BUT I would have to import all the songs from the CD to my computer and it's $13.99.
Quite a conundrum...
Should I buy the new Fray cd and if so, where?
iTunes offers an extra song with a purchase BUT I would not get the album case and I would have to burn the songs to a disc if I wanted in my car let's say. It's $9.99.
Buying it at BestBuy provides both the album case and the physical CD BUT I would have to import all the songs from the CD to my computer and it's $13.99.
Quite a conundrum...
Sunday, February 08, 2009
When I Am Pissed Off...
Alrighty you guys,
This post is for future references as the old, pushover Vic is dead and gone.
When I am ticked off at something or someone, I would like to:
be left alone for at least one hour
not hear someone try to make things up by making stupid conversation
keep to myself so I don't reach snapping level
have the people surrounding me at that certain situation not bug me
This post is for future references as the old, pushover Vic is dead and gone.
When I am ticked off at something or someone, I would like to:
be left alone for at least one hour
not hear someone try to make things up by making stupid conversation
keep to myself so I don't reach snapping level
have the people surrounding me at that certain situation not bug me
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Al Yen's PLACES TO STUDY IN IRVINE Guide!
Hey gang! Have you ever wondered where Al Yen spends his days in Irvine? Well wonder no further! I have the scoop on the favorite studying hotspots Al frequents throughout Irvine. (This is possible because I am him. Al is me. Let's ditch the third person thing right now.)
I've broken down the necessary elements to a successful studying place. I'll list them in no particular order and then describe them with a few short comments and a favorite studying place that fits the description.
1. Has to have white noise.
2. Cannot inspire procrastination.
3. Cannot inspire wanton sleep.
4. A necessary amount of ambiance to maintain an environment full of competition.
(1) I've found that a good amount of white noise is great for studying. Take, for example, an area near an air vent. The constant hum can easily drown out conversation from a neighboring table, yet isn't loud enough to cause a disturbance in my studying. I plug in those earphones and crank it up! Or, if I'm looking for a more concentrated affair - I'll make funny faces as I struggle with the material!
(3) Now sometimes I'm in the library, trying to study, and I notice how nice and warm it is and how my arm, with muscles atrophied to hell, is so soft and so comfortable. Ahh. Hey! Where did those three hours I set aside for study time go? Well the Sandman took it, and he's not giving it back because he's a bitch. Oh look at me I'm the Sandman with my bag of sand, dancing around making you sleep because I'm a big gayyy!
I've broken down the necessary elements to a successful studying place. I'll list them in no particular order and then describe them with a few short comments and a favorite studying place that fits the description.
1. Has to have white noise.
2. Cannot inspire procrastination.
3. Cannot inspire wanton sleep.
4. A necessary amount of ambiance to maintain an environment full of competition.
(1) I've found that a good amount of white noise is great for studying. Take, for example, an area near an air vent. The constant hum can easily drown out conversation from a neighboring table, yet isn't loud enough to cause a disturbance in my studying. I plug in those earphones and crank it up! Or, if I'm looking for a more concentrated affair - I'll make funny faces as I struggle with the material!
Where You Can Find Me:
Bene Pizza (located at the table near the restroom), Phoenix Grille (at a table hidden in a corner somewhere), The Bus Stop (an actual bus stop, I'm there nearly every day!), The Waterwall (at a bench nearby, usually when it feels like asian-dramaish weather)
Bene Pizza (located at the table near the restroom), Phoenix Grille (at a table hidden in a corner somewhere), The Bus Stop (an actual bus stop, I'm there nearly every day!), The Waterwall (at a bench nearby, usually when it feels like asian-dramaish weather)
(2) At certain places, I'm studying and studying and suddenly I can't study no more! It is not the studying's fault - it is a matter of environment! For example: my office space at my apartment is only mere footsteps from a television, a kitchen, a front yard full of nonsense, a Ralphs, a restroom, etc. etc. I take my eyes from the work and suddenly I wasted six hours watching daytime television. "Whaaat?" Here are a few places that I find procrastination-proof:
Where You Can Find Me:
My Restroom (directly on the toilet seat, it is designed in such a way to accomodate exactly one and a half people - did someone say cozy??), Aldrich Park (laid supine on a field somewhere, there is no place in the world where one can be in the presence of so many people and still feel so, so alone), Natural Sciences Lab (anywhere! there's a reason I can't do much but study in a place like this - I'm not supposed to be there! and to not risk getting caught I quietly study, telling people that I'm "the cleanup guy" working for "financial aid")
My Restroom (directly on the toilet seat, it is designed in such a way to accomodate exactly one and a half people - did someone say cozy??), Aldrich Park (laid supine on a field somewhere, there is no place in the world where one can be in the presence of so many people and still feel so, so alone), Natural Sciences Lab (anywhere! there's a reason I can't do much but study in a place like this - I'm not supposed to be there! and to not risk getting caught I quietly study, telling people that I'm "the cleanup guy" working for "financial aid")
(3) Now sometimes I'm in the library, trying to study, and I notice how nice and warm it is and how my arm, with muscles atrophied to hell, is so soft and so comfortable. Ahh. Hey! Where did those three hours I set aside for study time go? Well the Sandman took it, and he's not giving it back because he's a bitch. Oh look at me I'm the Sandman with my bag of sand, dancing around making you sleep because I'm a big gayyy!
Where You Can Find Me:
The Stairwell of the Natural Sciences Lab (sometimes my cover gets blown and I have to get out, but I don't go far! I'm usually sitting on the outside stairwell of the sixth floor, balls shivering like a helpless puppy in Siberian winter), Riding Bus 175 Around Irvine (man it is freaking dangerous and weird as hell on a bus no way I'm gonna fall asleep when I'm on that death machine)
The Stairwell of the Natural Sciences Lab (sometimes my cover gets blown and I have to get out, but I don't go far! I'm usually sitting on the outside stairwell of the sixth floor, balls shivering like a helpless puppy in Siberian winter), Riding Bus 175 Around Irvine (man it is freaking dangerous and weird as hell on a bus no way I'm gonna fall asleep when I'm on that death machine)
(4) Whenever I'm in a classroom, one of the most important things driving me to stay awake is competition. Hey, if I fall asleep now, these assholes who aren't asleep will know more than me. I can't have that. Likewise, in a studying situation, I try my best to find a place where people are just sitting around, minding their own business. In this way I can stare straight at them and imagine all the ways my studying will help me kick their ass. YOU DON'T STUDY WHILE I'M IN THE HOUSE!
Where You Can Find Me:
Fourth Floor of the Social Sciences Library (all the grad students are piled up in there with books covering their desk and I look at their mess and I spit right on the nice carpet in disgust) A Random Classroom (in a nice big lecture hall where the teacher is especially boring and the students don't attend, I waltz right on in there and give exactly zero damns about what the old man on stage has to say)
Fourth Floor of the Social Sciences Library (all the grad students are piled up in there with books covering their desk and I look at their mess and I spit right on the nice carpet in disgust) A Random Classroom (in a nice big lecture hall where the teacher is especially boring and the students don't attend, I waltz right on in there and give exactly zero damns about what the old man on stage has to say)
So there you go kids! Hope my study area theories and recommendations were of help. Good luck on all your midterms/essays/projects!
Monday, February 02, 2009
Well Vic...
I guess now you've learned that
THE HIGHWAY'S JAMMED WITH BROKEN HEROES
ON A LAST CHANCE POWERDRIVE
EVERYBODY'S ON THE RUN TONIGHT
'CAUSE THERE'S NO PLACE LEFT TO HIDE
TOGETHER WENDY WE'LL LIVE WITH THE SADNESS
AND I'LL LOVE YOU WITH ALL THE MADNESS IN MY SOUL
SOMEDAY GIRL, I DON'T KNOW WHEN,
WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT TO THAT PLACE WE REALLY WANNA GO,
AND WE'LL WALK IN THE SUN
BUT 'TIL THEN, TRAMPS LIKE US, BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN!!!
Bruce is the BOSS! Whoo!
THE HIGHWAY'S JAMMED WITH BROKEN HEROES
ON A LAST CHANCE POWERDRIVE
EVERYBODY'S ON THE RUN TONIGHT
'CAUSE THERE'S NO PLACE LEFT TO HIDE
TOGETHER WENDY WE'LL LIVE WITH THE SADNESS
AND I'LL LOVE YOU WITH ALL THE MADNESS IN MY SOUL
SOMEDAY GIRL, I DON'T KNOW WHEN,
WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT TO THAT PLACE WE REALLY WANNA GO,
AND WE'LL WALK IN THE SUN
BUT 'TIL THEN, TRAMPS LIKE US, BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN!!!
Bruce is the BOSS! Whoo!
Super Bowl Sunday
Yo Al, I'll admit that halftime show was not as bad as I thought it would be.
Damn that "Born to Run"
Damn that "Born to Run"
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Dangit
I've been struggling with this freaking paper for the past four days. It is the hardest nut I've ever had to crack. What's curious about this particular struggle is, that for the last four days, I have been continuously distracted by one of my doodles of Hoss. It's like I've never doodled anything so magnificent in my life. In my anguish, I plea to the doodle to stop staring at me. But it doesn't. It won't. It's consuming me. Tearing apart my insides like only four days of short, disturbed sleep and an illness in my respiratory system can. I fear if I am to lose this battle of will and descend into madness, this is the face that will look at me, failed and frail, and laugh. And as I stare back into its pitiless eyes I will see only the abyss, staring back; and I will ask - who is the cartoon here? The silly drawing on the paper with its infinite gaze or the silly man in his seat slowly dying from stress? I can only wish this paper - this quarter - ends before I do.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Happy Chinese New Year!
YES!!!
It's gonna be a tough year for nearly everyone, that son of a bitch ox, but if we approach each challenge in usual A-men fashion then every sunset will be as orgasmic as the last.
It's gonna be a tough year for nearly everyone, that son of a bitch ox, but if we approach each challenge in usual A-men fashion then every sunset will be as orgasmic as the last.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Look at these freaking kids
All these hipster college kids and their crazy nonsense.
University Lipdub (HS Furtwangen) from DASKAjA on Vimeo.
University Lipdub (HS Furtwangen) from DASKAjA on Vimeo.
Good Short Movie
Here's a short kung fu flick I came across. Not bad for something shot with a phone's video camera.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is it something worse?
Oh, what could've been. Past midnight yesterday, Wakefield calls me up:
"Alex. Did Hoss tell you about tomorrow?"
"No. What's going on?"
"We're going down to San Diego tomorrow night. Are you in?"
And just like that, my next two days were set up. By the afternoon of the next day i made a call to Hoss to see what the plan was. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but here's the gist of it: at night Wake would pick up me and Hoss. From there we would drive on down to UCSD. We'd then magically call Jin or Olivia or whomever, despite not having their numbers, and then hope that one of them would take Hoss and me in for a night while Wake sleeps 'til morning at his fling's place.
Problem with that, of course, is our reliance on something that, for one: was highly unlikely; and two: was completely impossible. Why the crap would Jin or Olivia let two guys they hardly talk to sleep over? And, of course, how the crap would we contact them without their contact information?
So the plan, as I rephrased it, went like this: Wake was gonna go to San Diego to sleep and along the way he'd drop me and Hoss somewhere on campus and we'd be left to fend for ourselves.The plan was awry. It was logically flawed. Moreso than our usual projects. Yet it did not deter for one second my intentions to go on this adventure - for it was truly an adventure like no other. For once in a long while I would be in a sticky situation where, depending on how compliant the A-men would be, we could've achieved outrageous success or vicious consequence. But no matter what, memories would've been made. That's priceless stuff. But tonight, it was not meant to be.
I call Wakefield when I return from class and I expressed my opinion on the sketchy plans of the night. Now that's something I probably shouldn't of done 'cause he took it the wrong way and got mad at me. I guess he figured he was doing me a favor by taking me on this trip. He also understood the ridiculousness of the idea so that turned him off the ordeal. In the end I let Hoss decide for me. I'm still in my seat in Irvine. Adventureless.
But of course nothing is as it seems when Wake's involved - a lesson I keep forgetting. Why, even stretching back to the San Francisco trip when he conspired to meet with a girl named Teddy, stringing me along with his devious plot, he always played a layered game. Only his games were full of trap cards.
And we're always helpless kuriboh.
Tonight is, again, one of those nights. Though I wish I could be there in the heat of battle, I've learned through years of friendship that Wake's affairs are best left for Wake to handle - for a Wakefield mess is a mess like no other. Built by a madman with hands made of tiny ants, his is a tangled affair of poisonous rope and creaky pulleys, each attached to cage of scorpions, where the slightest jolt and tug catapults the venomous critters straight to the groin.
Depending on how tonight plays out, Wake will walk away with his full groin, half his groin, or no groin at all. Regardless, I wish him the best of luck. He'll need it. To save his groin.
I will say that I am just a slight bit disappointed. Not so much my wasted time. Not so much my not being on an adventure. Rather, the reasoning we use to not participate in this adventure - reason itself. It did not stand to reason for Wake to drive over to Hoss' place, then my place, and then to SD, where me and Hoss would be abandoned for awhile, then in the afternoon leave early for Hoss to make it to his class. Unreasonable.
It is a shame, and a disappointment, to realize even we A-men are subject to the will of the world. Adventure died today (for me and Hoss) in the face of reason. I can only wait for the next opportunity a rare occasion like this will come along.
"Alex. Did Hoss tell you about tomorrow?"
"No. What's going on?"
"We're going down to San Diego tomorrow night. Are you in?"
And just like that, my next two days were set up. By the afternoon of the next day i made a call to Hoss to see what the plan was. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but here's the gist of it: at night Wake would pick up me and Hoss. From there we would drive on down to UCSD. We'd then magically call Jin or Olivia or whomever, despite not having their numbers, and then hope that one of them would take Hoss and me in for a night while Wake sleeps 'til morning at his fling's place.
Problem with that, of course, is our reliance on something that, for one: was highly unlikely; and two: was completely impossible. Why the crap would Jin or Olivia let two guys they hardly talk to sleep over? And, of course, how the crap would we contact them without their contact information?
So the plan, as I rephrased it, went like this: Wake was gonna go to San Diego to sleep and along the way he'd drop me and Hoss somewhere on campus and we'd be left to fend for ourselves.The plan was awry. It was logically flawed. Moreso than our usual projects. Yet it did not deter for one second my intentions to go on this adventure - for it was truly an adventure like no other. For once in a long while I would be in a sticky situation where, depending on how compliant the A-men would be, we could've achieved outrageous success or vicious consequence. But no matter what, memories would've been made. That's priceless stuff. But tonight, it was not meant to be.
I call Wakefield when I return from class and I expressed my opinion on the sketchy plans of the night. Now that's something I probably shouldn't of done 'cause he took it the wrong way and got mad at me. I guess he figured he was doing me a favor by taking me on this trip. He also understood the ridiculousness of the idea so that turned him off the ordeal. In the end I let Hoss decide for me. I'm still in my seat in Irvine. Adventureless.
But of course nothing is as it seems when Wake's involved - a lesson I keep forgetting. Why, even stretching back to the San Francisco trip when he conspired to meet with a girl named Teddy, stringing me along with his devious plot, he always played a layered game. Only his games were full of trap cards.
And we're always helpless kuriboh.
Tonight is, again, one of those nights. Though I wish I could be there in the heat of battle, I've learned through years of friendship that Wake's affairs are best left for Wake to handle - for a Wakefield mess is a mess like no other. Built by a madman with hands made of tiny ants, his is a tangled affair of poisonous rope and creaky pulleys, each attached to cage of scorpions, where the slightest jolt and tug catapults the venomous critters straight to the groin.
Depending on how tonight plays out, Wake will walk away with his full groin, half his groin, or no groin at all. Regardless, I wish him the best of luck. He'll need it. To save his groin.
I will say that I am just a slight bit disappointed. Not so much my wasted time. Not so much my not being on an adventure. Rather, the reasoning we use to not participate in this adventure - reason itself. It did not stand to reason for Wake to drive over to Hoss' place, then my place, and then to SD, where me and Hoss would be abandoned for awhile, then in the afternoon leave early for Hoss to make it to his class. Unreasonable.
It is a shame, and a disappointment, to realize even we A-men are subject to the will of the world. Adventure died today (for me and Hoss) in the face of reason. I can only wait for the next opportunity a rare occasion like this will come along.
Wake, Wake, Wake....
Wakefield, although you are probably in the ICU or morgue, I will write this anyways.
You are a brave soul. Driving a hundred miles to get your ass kicked...that takes balls. If it is any consolation, at least you're going out a man. A dumb man, but a man nonetheless.
I'm just messing Wake, but seriously, you are going to get your butt kicked.
Godspeed Wakefield. Godspeed.
Smackdaddy V
You are a brave soul. Driving a hundred miles to get your ass kicked...that takes balls. If it is any consolation, at least you're going out a man. A dumb man, but a man nonetheless.
I'm just messing Wake, but seriously, you are going to get your butt kicked.
Godspeed Wakefield. Godspeed.
Smackdaddy V
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
http://restructure.wordpress.com/2008/12/29/white-american-culture-is-general-tsos-chicken-and-chop-suey/
Hello, everybody. So this is my first post, and I'm not sure what to post about, so after some time of brainstorming and inactivity, I figure I'd post about this video. As we all know, food is necessary for daily sustenance. This necessity alone has led to the creation of many types of food that we know and love, like hamburgers and stinky tofu. These are only two of the many foods available to us.
Life without choice of food would be sad. What would be even more sad is that if immigrants couldn't bring their foods to other country. Unfortunately, this thought can lead to good and bad. Regardless of the fact, different variations of the original recipe specific to the home country have come about. The video above gives some examples of foods, the origins of which we rarely question. Of course, eating is more important. I just stumbled upon the fact that it's nice to have so many different types of food, authentic or not, like the fortune cookie. As a collector of the fortunes, I like to think that I appreciate both the authentic and the not, broccoli beef and
say gwai dou" (some sort of beans). I think it's all great and I hoep you think so too.
Hello, everybody. So this is my first post, and I'm not sure what to post about, so after some time of brainstorming and inactivity, I figure I'd post about this video. As we all know, food is necessary for daily sustenance. This necessity alone has led to the creation of many types of food that we know and love, like hamburgers and stinky tofu. These are only two of the many foods available to us.
Life without choice of food would be sad. What would be even more sad is that if immigrants couldn't bring their foods to other country. Unfortunately, this thought can lead to good and bad. Regardless of the fact, different variations of the original recipe specific to the home country have come about. The video above gives some examples of foods, the origins of which we rarely question. Of course, eating is more important. I just stumbled upon the fact that it's nice to have so many different types of food, authentic or not, like the fortune cookie. As a collector of the fortunes, I like to think that I appreciate both the authentic and the not, broccoli beef and
say gwai dou" (some sort of beans). I think it's all great and I hoep you think so too.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Youtube - What the hell?!
While I wait for youtube to process a 4 mb video I just uploaded (I've been waiting for about 3 hours, by the way), I'll go ahead and talk about youtube's new way to fight copyright infringement.
Copyright infringement in youtube has always been a problem, to copyright owners anyway. It's very easy to just post up a show, movie, or a song and gain at least ten thousand hits. Now, youtube has a new way to counter copyright infringement of music. They will analyze the audio in any video and if they find any audio that belongs to a copyrighted song, they will MUTE (yes, MUTE) the audio completely. I'm not really sure how they do this, but I think they check the audio against a huge database of copyrighted music, and if any audio from the video matches anything from the database, they will mute it. As you can imagine, this might take a lot of time, because there are terabytes of music out there, which why I'm guessing that they're taking so fucking long to upload and process my 4 megabyte, 50 second video!!! Muting audio on youtube might curb copyright infringement on music a bit. I don't know if they're doing this only for newly uploaded videos or if they will run audio checks against already existing videos. If they do mute the older videos, they will effectively be purging at least half of all youtube. Anything that has non-original music will be muted, and that includes short movies, video logs, anime music videos, and much more. Is this really a smart thing for youtube to do? The copyright holders might temporarily satisfied, but is it worth decimating the youtube community?
Copyright infringement in youtube has always been a problem, to copyright owners anyway. It's very easy to just post up a show, movie, or a song and gain at least ten thousand hits. Now, youtube has a new way to counter copyright infringement of music. They will analyze the audio in any video and if they find any audio that belongs to a copyrighted song, they will MUTE (yes, MUTE) the audio completely. I'm not really sure how they do this, but I think they check the audio against a huge database of copyrighted music, and if any audio from the video matches anything from the database, they will mute it. As you can imagine, this might take a lot of time, because there are terabytes of music out there, which why I'm guessing that they're taking so fucking long to upload and process my 4 megabyte, 50 second video!!! Muting audio on youtube might curb copyright infringement on music a bit. I don't know if they're doing this only for newly uploaded videos or if they will run audio checks against already existing videos. If they do mute the older videos, they will effectively be purging at least half of all youtube. Anything that has non-original music will be muted, and that includes short movies, video logs, anime music videos, and much more. Is this really a smart thing for youtube to do? The copyright holders might temporarily satisfied, but is it worth decimating the youtube community?
The New Smackdad
Okay, stupid Al made me do this so for the sake of time, I will simply give the world some insight into the mind of Smackdaddy V lately.
Over the past month or two, I have grown more and more irritable, snapping at people, nearly running over an Asian guy because he stole my parking spot, and generally being a complete asshole. There are many factors that led to this change...college life, chauffeuring people around, etc. etc., but the main reason is that I am fed up being the pushover in all my belonged groups (clubs, A-men, family, it does not matter). I bust my ass off for people with little to no recognition or appreciation and I've grown sick and tired of it.
So there you go.
Over the past month or two, I have grown more and more irritable, snapping at people, nearly running over an Asian guy because he stole my parking spot, and generally being a complete asshole. There are many factors that led to this change...college life, chauffeuring people around, etc. etc., but the main reason is that I am fed up being the pushover in all my belonged groups (clubs, A-men, family, it does not matter). I bust my ass off for people with little to no recognition or appreciation and I've grown sick and tired of it.
So there you go.
Wait a minute... haven't we done this before?
I just had a deja vu moment. I could've sworn we had some sort of google group that we were supposed to post to and keep in touch with. I think the link is somewhere in one of my old emails, but I know the group is still out there... somewhere... lost in the vastness of cyberspace...
On a sidenote, I am suddenly reminded that I once had my own geocities website devoted to the animes I liked. Geeky and nerdy, I know. But it's long since been deactivated due to neglect. What possessed me to create my own website, I do not know. The pre-Facebook years of high school must've been dull indeed. Haha...
On a sidenote, I am suddenly reminded that I once had my own geocities website devoted to the animes I liked. Geeky and nerdy, I know. But it's long since been deactivated due to neglect. What possessed me to create my own website, I do not know. The pre-Facebook years of high school must've been dull indeed. Haha...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Academic Paper Quandry
Alright so I initially thought it'd be fun to write an academic essay on drug dealing but now I'm not so sure. On one hand: I am curious how the homeless fella living in the park has his hands on some fancy ass coke but on the other hand there are three others writing about the drug trade. Yeah. Competition - that turns me off. Don't get me wrong - I love competition. I do. What I don't like is the notion that there are other people writing about the same topic. I figure - what the hell. Let them handle it. I can do something else. I just have to think of what that "something else" should be. Child porn? I don't think anyone's doing child porn. I dunno.
Now since it doesn't look like I'll be studying drugs anymore I was wondering if anyone out there can tell me just how do these homeless fellas get their drugs. Are there drug mills somewhere out there where hard-working Joes break their back and sweat it out harvesting crack rocks?
Now since it doesn't look like I'll be studying drugs anymore I was wondering if anyone out there can tell me just how do these homeless fellas get their drugs. Are there drug mills somewhere out there where hard-working Joes break their back and sweat it out harvesting crack rocks?
Friday, January 16, 2009
My Poker Universe
In my own personal universe, when it comes to poker, bluffing and poker faces do not exist. Before I expound on anything though, let it be known that I am not a professional gambler, and nor will I ever be. I play simply for fun using poker chips or coins, if poker chips aren't lying around. Here's what I realize about my strategy. I do not psychoanalyze other players' actions, facial expressions, and whatnot. I fold about one percent of the time, even if my cards are absolute shit. In addition, I always call or bet. Most of all, I know not know when to quit. But still, I won a crap load of chips. Just for tonight, I rejected poker reality and substituted by own, ignored all other cards except for mine, and played like I was gonna win every single hand. Of course, I did not. So what's my point? Although the cards dealt in poker are based on pure luck and the only real strategy involved is knowing when to play on and when to fold, I like to reject the folding part of the game. I mean, with respect to probability, each person has the exact same chance of winning each game, and if other players fold, then your own chances of winning increase. After all, statistically, it's very probable to get at least a pair each time. I obeyed statistics and statistics came out. I'll admit though, this is because there was no real money involved. Bottom line: in poker, statistics is greater than psychoanalysis.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Redo?
This blog was originally intended to be a sort of community-maintained newsletter, comprised entirely of fictitious events cooked up by the A-men. However, that fell to the wayside due to everyone's busy schedules. But I think - it doesn't have to end there. It doesn't have to be an abandoned project - we can keep this nonsense going. All we require is a change - so here's the new thing: this'll be an A-men group blog. We could go ahead and post whatever the hell we want. Vic, for example, can put up a picture of whatever smackable is on his mind one day and that'll be it. No explanations. No great story. Hoss could write about some kinda scientific nonsense. Me, why, I'll write about my day. No trickery. No embellishing. And every once in awhile a big old story - just like in the old days. I hope this thing takes off. Maybe it won't. But if it does it could be something special. I dunno.
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