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.
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
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