rbsn ~ excursive

was gonna rant and wax philosophic on people’s small-minded self-perceptions but damn i’m sleepy. this morning’s battle with the headache has worn me oot. succumbing to bed now. whinetasm aboot lame peoples later.

oh yes.

i forgot.

my wee brain spit out a brilliant jewel last saturday.

witness… butt beams.

as in:
i’m installing million watt rear-end lights so that the next fucker who flashes high beams in my face will get a shitload of butt beams from my car’s butt.

god i’m so awesomical sometimes.

and by sometimes i mean, all the time.

myspace is ridiculous. how in the world does everyone else manage to navigate through such a slow loading site?! everytime i log in i’m reminded of why i don’t make it a regular habit to check out my account. because A SHIT LOAD of time is wasted waiting for profiles to fucking load up. ugh.

faves of the moment offa the top of me head:

norrington. hawt. hawt!!
latte from the nestle cafe in disneyland’s main street usa.
disneyana store in disneyland’s main street usa.
pretty much the entire cast in the illusionist.
mah cowboy hat.
flubber!!

i am in love. always knew the little suckers were everywhere but didn’t know their technical name. vely vely coolness.

why it was worth it to dish out for the new digicam:

food pr0n pics are So Much Better now. the macro settings are SO DELISH. i can SMELL the food again. oh joy!!!

have i said this before? taiwan is like the great experiment that failed. it has all the outward semblance of a democracy and none of the grassroots understanding of the concept to drive the machinery. having only a few top people “get” democracy is never enough to propel it towards a less-corrupt state if the people voting for it have no clue what they are voting for. maybe at this stage it’s just not ingrained enough into the common schema.

i said schema. in a socio-political context. teehee.

oh yieah. i’ve never been so entertained as to watch bian’s daughter screaming hysterically and tripping over words. WOW. impressed. she scarce drew breath!! watching this train wreck is endlessly more entertaining. the britney spears saga is more depressing than anything because it’s just so fucking tragic and senseless. but this. the crazy chens deserve every bit of vicious, unsympathetic pap attack they are currently getting. considering how they so shamelessly courted it in the heyday, what goes around comes around.

i really don’t know how anyone could fail to see through the chen family and not recognize the patent dipshittery at its core. this is disregarding anyone’s personal politics — the chen family are just fucked up people. greed is the least of their crimes. how in the world their supporters claim disbelief is like…i mean, wtf were your brains for the past 12 years?! it’s so fucking obvious!! there can’t be a shortage of other people to choose as your leaders.

though okay, yieah, imo there isn’t much of choice in the first place within the DPP. ego/greed/stupidity blends a disgusting bowl of yucky. nobody should have to drink from that.

i took a shower.

but there’s no scrubbing clean my meanie thoughts. nyah nyah! i’m better than j00!

i’m much too opinionated to be of any good to world peace.

still thinking about the kite runner. hosseini threw a fast one past me. or no wait. not past me. like, right in my gut.

maybe the whole world just seems glummer than usual because we’ve lost isaac and bernie. boos to all that. :(

just finished: the kite runner. it was Very ZOMG.

it’s likely that i’ve read too many graphic depictions of rape/murder/angst/tortuous family drama so that, in retrospect, the story gears seemed somewhat unoriginal. (or maybe i just grew up on too much chinese serial dramas. blech to those.) seemingly unoriginal only because the actual events paled against hosseini’s presentation of all the resulting human emotions. it makes me feel as if he’s capable of more — not in creating drama via sensational events but, i dunno, just the Something More.

i’ve only just finished so maybe my opinion will change later as i re-read. i will say this though — it’s been years since i’ve been roused from a sleepy state to read into the darkest hours of the night only to stop because i need a certain number of hours under my belt in order to function ably the next day. if not for werk, i would’ve pounded through the rest. this spurs me more to read my copy of the condensed history of the middle east. cuz ferfuckssakes, what happened??! in that part of the world?!

can’t be enthused about the olympics. i’m a sap for any “let’s get together and dance!!” gatherings in the global community. but.

1) there are things that china does that annoys me no end. it lends a sickly edge to any entertainment they bring to the world stage because, deep down, i don’t think they deserve the praise yet. this is not aimed at the people and, in certain aspects, not even at the actions of their government. greedy, selfish, inconsiderate people (no matter their ethnic origin) Piss Me Off. and there are not just a few things — from cultural mindset to political harrassing — that really gets my goat every time the subjects are brought up. china at current reminds me of an overly brilliant, insolent child. and i can’t bring myself to pay attention to a show that, while so obviously prepared and presented with true love, might encourage further arrogance because it becomes a mark of approval of all their recent (and often callously) gained progress. i guess i’m just a cynic at heart. i question the motives of pretty much any policy/decision made on the global stage by china and taiwan. part of that is my upbringing. the other part is because these two keep reinforcing the cliches and stereotypes of my childhood.

on the other hand, kudos to the people who designed/created/took part in the show. from the few photos and sequences i glimpsed of the opening program, amazing effort went into it. i can’t even imagine the pride the people who took part in it felt when they were on stage. must’ve been the best rush in the world to be in a performance of such historical magnitude. whenever i see pics of the little boy who walked with yao ming, i have to swallow a lump in the throat. that kid is courage packaged in all of four feet.

2) nbc are ASSHOLES. your list of crimes are of an olympic measure. not airing the opening live. resequencing opening program events. not airing events during the day (wtf with the 8pm slot on fucking SATURDAY!!!!!). airing only a selective number of events. airing said events at four fucking thirty in the morning. i hate nbc so fucking much. your only saving merit are your on-site reporters. the bigheads who make the scheduling decisions are — fuck, i can’t even think of a word dirty enough to merit your type of distinction.

drinking: vitamin dragonfruit watah
just ate: dried nori with chili (wahhhh!!!)
did not: wash my hair. ew.
suffered: from a nosebleed from today’s morning shower
reading: the kite runner. it’s very ZOMG.

aww man dammit now we’ve lost isaac hayes(!!!!!!!!).

aww man, wtf, bernie mac passed. of pneumonia. dammit!!

SICK IS NOT, NOT(!!!!!) A SYNONYM FOR “COOL”!!!!! WTF PEOPLE!!!!!!!!
add this to my list of pet peeves. sick means gross, disgusting — NOT cool and amazing. recycling sick with positive connations is such a digusting (sick, ha!!) byproduct of the current trend to oooo, lookit me being all unique by twisting your usual perceptions!! yieeah man! sike!!! gottcha there!!! cuz i’m such a clever wordsmith!!!.

heads up, you’re not a clever wordsmith. you basically took a word with an emo/dark slant and flipped a light bulb over it. that’s called screwing on a light bulb — not manipulating language to reflect your unique lifestyle. YOU’RE FOLLOWING A FUCKING BANDWAGON. A BANDWAGON THAT YOU DIDN’T EVEN BUILD WITH YOUR OWN HANDS!!!

remember those SAT words and use them in your everyday properly — then you’ve got the credentials to make language “special”. until then STFU. for the love of baby jesus.

rant done.
until the next time i hear sick used to describe something as cool.
in which case i’m breaking out the dual gunblades for ensuing chaos on your ass.

am totally a hotel groupie. i wanna stay at gorgeously appointed rooms designed in a lush style that i’d normally tone down in my own room.

hence i’ve spent the past weeks since comic-con scouring the downtown sd area for pricey, hip joints to lay out major cash cow for. making decisions such as see-through bathroom?!? or in-room stripper pole?! — is there free i-net connect available?? (Very Important!!), how big is the room?? (no small, cramped area ever again!!). lucky for us, we’re not too picky about noise-level. we’ll sleep through anything if we’re tired enough. we just wanna stay somewhere that doesn’t require anything more than 10 minutes to get to the con center. and is pretty. oh my gosh is pretty important. we’re willing to pay major to get the pretty.

p.s. — put out a vote at the office and the see-through bath won unanimously over stripper pole. none of us are adventurous folk apparently. even while drunk.

ahhh boo. when it rains it pours. morgan freeman in a serious car crash, bernie mac suffering from serious pneumonia, christina applegate fighting breast cancer. all really nice people. wtf that’s so sad.

virus def programs keep crapping out on me because i’m too cheap to re-subscribe. why you no pay ASC?!! cuz moneys are tights yo.

stupid things happening to people left and right. people acting stupidly despite plenty of reminders not to do so left and right. how many lows can you go? really? cuz guess what, the safety net’ll gonna bail on you one day. that’s how it goes. there isn’t an endless amount of empathy go around. life doesn’t spin that way. pick yourself up or don’t. if you choose don’t, you’ll get a face full of tough-shit. having all of us been around 20+ years, you’d think this is an obvious concept to grasp. and still old habits die hard and sometimes a person is just so because they prefer blinders to reality. i’m no different. i think i’m just more conscious of this than some since i’ve been there oh so many times.