In the coming weeks, if Harry D. Coo shows up in Japan and in Canada, check dates. He might be in two places at the same time.
Harry D. Coo?
Harry D. Fraud!
Battler and Or 2 are trying to perpetrate a hoax of mega-tsunami like proportions.
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Friday, May 11, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
To: Battler. From: Pandy.
Battler,
Pandy wanted to leave you a response to your comment on the Dragon Boat Incident. If I may refresh your memory, your comment was "is that the MC in a hello kitty floatie? Was that a pommie ship?".
Pandy would have left his comment in the comment section, if not for the jpeg response he needed to leave. While he understands that you were trying to rag on MC, he feels you still crossed a line. I have offered to post his response here. It is as follows:
This is For Anyone Who Has Ever Been Called A Pussy
Who's the Pussy Now?!
~EOM~
I told you not to cutie-fy the Dragon Boat.
Pandy wanted to leave you a response to your comment on the Dragon Boat Incident. If I may refresh your memory, your comment was "is that the MC in a hello kitty floatie? Was that a pommie ship?".
Pandy would have left his comment in the comment section, if not for the jpeg response he needed to leave. While he understands that you were trying to rag on MC, he feels you still crossed a line. I have offered to post his response here. It is as follows:
This is For Anyone Who Has Ever Been Called A Pussy
Who's the Pussy Now?!
~EOM~
I told you not to cutie-fy the Dragon Boat.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
THE CHRIS CORNELL CONSPIRACY
A guest blog by Battler with minor edits by Or 2.
In February we learned that Chris Cornell has split with Audioslave "Due to irresolvable personality conflicts as well as musical differences”.
In addition, he said “"It was clear to all of us we needed some time apart, and what that produces is anybody's guess," he said. "In my case, it produced a very prolific writing period, and getting back into writing songs on my own, liking what that means — which is sort of a freedom and time to just experiment with music to a degree I kind of like more — and making records that have everything I like about music in them. Audioslave was a very fresh collaboration because it was very much like a young band, where you all write together in a room. But my experience, in terms of songwriting and record-creating, is not like a 19-year-old guy in a rock band. For me to be satisfied, I think I need to be able to be on my own, in the long run."
As with all bullshit statements, we need to examine and read between the lines.
Chris, for all intents and purposes, needed to see other people.
That conversation probably went down like this, "The sex was good but not enough to keep him around. Its not you guys, its me! I hope we can be friends. And oh, by the way: I am a musical icon, and you fuckers are just not mature enough for me. The music was aiight but not something I’d put on my ipod. Which, like Prince, only includes my music. I like ‘em young and you girls were just getting too old for my taste. Peace, Sukkas."
Let's come correct for a moment and examine the possible reasons for the “irresolvable personality conflicts as well as musical differences”:
HIS LAST SOLO ATTEMPT WAS IN 1999; HE NEEDED AUDIOSLAVE FOR VISIBILITY.
Audioslave was just a jump off. Actually, it was Rick Rubin’s fault; after Rage broke up (for the same reasons, ironically) the boys wanted to record and Rubin practually begged Chris to jump on board.
Why?
Because everything Chris does IS Soundgarden, and that is what the fans want. Not more C, but more Soundgarden. Search the archives of Rolling Stone or Billboard; all fans are hoping for is a reunion tour.
Plus, (and let's veer off for a bit to address that crazy GDDH) Rubin is a money slut.
This was the age of Super groups (Velvet Revolver, Queens of the Stoneage) and what he was hoping for was another Temple of The Dog. But alas, Vedder was too busy getting Neil Young ass. And Chris, doing nothing more than writing songs for Casino Royale (in which he said, “I am the right man for the job”) Bug, Great Expectations (among others) saw this as his chance to remind people that he is “all there is.”
HE NEEDED TIME TO WORK ON HIS TAN.
Last I checked, he lives in Paris. Where there is no sun. But he always has a tan.
In Soundgarden, he was pale. Hmm.
HE WAS JUST TOO PRETTY.
Sure, everyone remembers how he did almost every show and video for SG topless. And all the girls in highschool went OOOOOh. Like Sanjaya he needs his own alternative universe where the he can be admired for his hair again.
HIS NAME IS CHRIS CORNELL.
Every Chris I have known was a self absorbed, narciistic “talentented” some what good looking shallow diva. His last name is associated with an Ivy league school, which is also full of self absorbed, narcistic talented people. Which follows he would break up two bands. Logical Hochie, correct me on this tautology.
AND THE REAL REASON: HE WANTED MORE MONEY.
From page six of the Post, the authority on dirt:
February 23, 2007 -- CHRIS Cornell quit his band, Audioslave, forever last week because of "irresolvable personality conflicts," but sources say it was about the money. "Chris was unhappy with the financial arrangement within the group - he wrote all the music, yet the other three bandmates took an equal share in the multimillion-dollar publishing rights," a Cornell friend said. Meanwhile, Cornel's wife, Vicky, has surprised him with a $3 million retreat at the ultra-exclusive Fairmont Tamarack Resort in Idaho, which is owned by Andre Agassi and Stefanie Graf. The 5,000-square-foot ski lodge has five bedrooms, mountain views, floor-to-ceiling windows, outdoor Jacuzzi, and a state-of-the-art music room.
From Stereogum,
Think he was being greedy? Or should the principal songwriter always take a bigger cut? Coldplay splits it four ways, if that means anything to you. We've heard Radiohead splits their money evenly as well, although some say Thom gets "a little more, nothing major." In the case of Audioslave, Chris wanted a larger share of the royalties, the band wanted an equal share; guess that qualifies as "irresolvable personality conflicts." Although the band probably should have paid us for suffering through the self-affirming tripe of "Be Yourself."
According to Chris :"Musicians aren't the kind of people who concentrate or worry about what the other guy thinks." Touche, Francophile.
Finally:
http://www.velvetrope.com/ubbthreads/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=929996&an=0&page=0
Just my two cents.
In February we learned that Chris Cornell has split with Audioslave "Due to irresolvable personality conflicts as well as musical differences”.
In addition, he said “"It was clear to all of us we needed some time apart, and what that produces is anybody's guess," he said. "In my case, it produced a very prolific writing period, and getting back into writing songs on my own, liking what that means — which is sort of a freedom and time to just experiment with music to a degree I kind of like more — and making records that have everything I like about music in them. Audioslave was a very fresh collaboration because it was very much like a young band, where you all write together in a room. But my experience, in terms of songwriting and record-creating, is not like a 19-year-old guy in a rock band. For me to be satisfied, I think I need to be able to be on my own, in the long run."
As with all bullshit statements, we need to examine and read between the lines.
Chris, for all intents and purposes, needed to see other people.
That conversation probably went down like this, "The sex was good but not enough to keep him around. Its not you guys, its me! I hope we can be friends. And oh, by the way: I am a musical icon, and you fuckers are just not mature enough for me. The music was aiight but not something I’d put on my ipod. Which, like Prince, only includes my music. I like ‘em young and you girls were just getting too old for my taste. Peace, Sukkas."
Let's come correct for a moment and examine the possible reasons for the “irresolvable personality conflicts as well as musical differences”:
HIS LAST SOLO ATTEMPT WAS IN 1999; HE NEEDED AUDIOSLAVE FOR VISIBILITY.
Audioslave was just a jump off. Actually, it was Rick Rubin’s fault; after Rage broke up (for the same reasons, ironically) the boys wanted to record and Rubin practually begged Chris to jump on board.
Why?
Because everything Chris does IS Soundgarden, and that is what the fans want. Not more C, but more Soundgarden. Search the archives of Rolling Stone or Billboard; all fans are hoping for is a reunion tour.
Plus, (and let's veer off for a bit to address that crazy GDDH) Rubin is a money slut.
This was the age of Super groups (Velvet Revolver, Queens of the Stoneage) and what he was hoping for was another Temple of The Dog. But alas, Vedder was too busy getting Neil Young ass. And Chris, doing nothing more than writing songs for Casino Royale (in which he said, “I am the right man for the job”) Bug, Great Expectations (among others) saw this as his chance to remind people that he is “all there is.”
HE NEEDED TIME TO WORK ON HIS TAN.
Last I checked, he lives in Paris. Where there is no sun. But he always has a tan.
In Soundgarden, he was pale. Hmm.
HE WAS JUST TOO PRETTY.
Sure, everyone remembers how he did almost every show and video for SG topless. And all the girls in highschool went OOOOOh. Like Sanjaya he needs his own alternative universe where the he can be admired for his hair again.
HIS NAME IS CHRIS CORNELL.
Every Chris I have known was a self absorbed, narciistic “talentented” some what good looking shallow diva. His last name is associated with an Ivy league school, which is also full of self absorbed, narcistic talented people. Which follows he would break up two bands. Logical Hochie, correct me on this tautology.
AND THE REAL REASON: HE WANTED MORE MONEY.
From page six of the Post, the authority on dirt:
February 23, 2007 -- CHRIS Cornell quit his band, Audioslave, forever last week because of "irresolvable personality conflicts," but sources say it was about the money. "Chris was unhappy with the financial arrangement within the group - he wrote all the music, yet the other three bandmates took an equal share in the multimillion-dollar publishing rights," a Cornell friend said. Meanwhile, Cornel's wife, Vicky, has surprised him with a $3 million retreat at the ultra-exclusive Fairmont Tamarack Resort in Idaho, which is owned by Andre Agassi and Stefanie Graf. The 5,000-square-foot ski lodge has five bedrooms, mountain views, floor-to-ceiling windows, outdoor Jacuzzi, and a state-of-the-art music room.
From Stereogum,
Think he was being greedy? Or should the principal songwriter always take a bigger cut? Coldplay splits it four ways, if that means anything to you. We've heard Radiohead splits their money evenly as well, although some say Thom gets "a little more, nothing major." In the case of Audioslave, Chris wanted a larger share of the royalties, the band wanted an equal share; guess that qualifies as "irresolvable personality conflicts." Although the band probably should have paid us for suffering through the self-affirming tripe of "Be Yourself."
According to Chris :"Musicians aren't the kind of people who concentrate or worry about what the other guy thinks." Touche, Francophile.
Finally:
http://www.velvetrope.com/ubbthreads/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=929996&an=0&page=0
Just my two cents.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Good Times with Friends and the Not-So Good Times with Strippers
"Cute but evil."
I certainly can be sometimes.
A week ago Mitch, X, Beetchie and I went to Kenka for dinner.
Why am I evil? Because anyone who doesn't really eat pork and/or is tall then 60% of the menu at Kenka is not for you nor are the tiny chairs they make you sit your ass on. Ahahahaha. Poor Mitch. He has every right to curse me.
He didn't like the pork gyozas but that's only due to the fact that he is crazy. And it took a long time for him to finally decide on what he should have but he ended up eating a ginger-flavoured beef dish. I think he actually enjoyed it...
X had ramen and we shared our grilled buttered scallops.
Beetchie and I had awesome times (note the not so awesome times we had at the last trip to Kenka):
Una Don (grilled eel over rice) which was soooo good. Grilled eel is awesome.
Fried flour balls with octopus. They burnt us being that we stupidly tried to devour them immediately but mmmm...There's nothing like fried flour and mayo.
Stingray fin, chewy goodness.
Salted Pork Ribs - need I say anything else?
With time to kill we talked, drank cocktails that involved bizarre concoctions and photos were taken of X drunk off her ass after one sip of said cocktails. She wasn't really but the picture says otherwise.
We headed out to see The Street Bohemians, a band in which apparently I have stock - the bassist (Melissa the crazy Mongolian) and lead singer (No.8) are my friends. Being this their first public performance, I figured I had no excuse but to go but I certainly was trying to find something. Har Har.
Lured by the potential of seeing strippers, quote "If the set is going downhill, I'm going downstairs to the strippers", we trooped off to the Pussycat Lounge in the Financial District.
Those SBs were pretty decent. Musically, the band sounded great. They were comfortable with each other.
No. 8 was a little shaky on the vocals at the start but being the first gig, she was a little nervous but became more confident further into the set.
Battler as always amazes me by the strength and clarity of her voice, her sheer coolness and antics on stage and of course, her bass skills. I have a heterosexual girl crush on her as a rocker. Yep. She knows. And she puts that compliment right up there with the "You make me sick" comment I made to her a few weeks ago. She assures me she'll treasure them forever.
As decent as they were though, I informed them that the next show I attend will be at Madison Square Garden or else no dice. I don't think No. 8 was very impressed by me but meh.
On to the strippers!
With a name like the Pussycat Lounge and a crowd of young, business men you'd think good times were abound but as the title of this entry already implies - that was SO not the case.
We did have quite a selection of strippers though. Let's see...there was the one that was 3 months pregnant. Then there was the one who was a tranny (oh yes, we saw the back of that when she/he turned around...). And then there was fried eggs...
Impressive the way she could alternately move one boob up and down after the other but we're not sure what kind of fried eggs Beetchie has been eating but she claims that's what that display reminded her of.
After we decided it wasn't even worth it to do dances of our own to show up the strippers and collect their dough (quite frankly, I think the pregnant one would have slayed us had that gone down), we all set off for home. Beetchie and Mitch back to Crooklyn and X and I to her place on the UWS.
After washing away the disappointment of my first stripclub via a well needed shower, X and I did what we do best. We talked until ungodly hours in the morning until finally falling asleep.
And then came the police and ambulance sirens...
And then came X screaming at me that it was my fault something was going down at 3.30 in the morning...
It really wasn't my fault but we figure I've some kind of dark, negative energy surrounding me that I need to be taking care of and hence, a usually quiet neighbourhood turns into chaos.
Luckily our building was not going down in a fiery explosion but perhaps something like it (or whatever warranted police and ambulance services) at the building next door. And then there was the poor old man who was attacked by a crazy dude wielding electric saws at the subway stop right after X's.
I had nothing to do with any of that but pretty soon people aren't going to want to hang around me anymore...
Thursday saw a whole lot of nothing happening save extreme tiredness from the fun-filled night of scary strippers the night before.
Friday - Pirates of the Caribbean. We gathered as much of the clan as we could to go see this unnecessarily long, not enough Johnny Depp, sorry excuse for a movie.
And even though the movie (starring Beetchie as the Kraken) was not fantastic, having the friends together, sitting in an overpriced midtown diner and then in the theatre is equivalent to the best times this Hochie can have.
Stupid things like walking with Stupid Franz to Toys R' Us and having incriminating photos taken at Barbie's Dream House make these times memorable (but note to self, destroy photos).
Beetchie, Battler and I sat together and we laughed our asses off the entire time because of the idiotic comments that always pass our lips when we're together watching a film. I know, people hate us. We're just like Mystery Theatre commentators. We're horrible.
Saturday involved the Adidas Store, Chinatown, shady neurologists, The Chicken Arcade, Shanghai dumplings, rice pudding and a scary-assed rat.
First, Mitch and I went to the Adidas store in one last attempt to acquire some France World Cup gear for the final. Let us just say this - if there's a shirt on display in the window, you better believe you should be selling it to me if you're out of stock and if not, then take it out of the damned window. Asshats!
We pissily made our way to Chinatown, met Beetchie and ate Baos. Mitch then left my ass to go take a three hour nap and Beetchie and I headed to her appointment with a neurologist.
Now, I'm not saying said neurologist didn't have creds on her wall...wait..did she? Ha, she did. She did. But there was something so suspect about the whole thing. Maybe it's just that everyone was being extra mean to the 1/2 breed Asian HoChie but I don't know. I guess you just had to be there.
And for those of you reading this and are concerned about the welfare of Beetchie (yes, that means you Beetchie - you're probably the only one concerned...ooo! I'm kidding. I heart you?), I think she'll be okay. She better be.
In typical fashion, with time to kill before dinner, Beetchie and I decided to float around someplace to build up an appetite. And how better to do so than to visit a Chicken Arcade. I am still a little fuzzy on why it is called the chicken arcade but I know it had something to do with live chickens and games... Now, it's just a regular arcade but there are pictures on the walls of various chickens to prove that chickens once played a vital role in that dark place.
Beetchie proceeded to kick my ass in Street Fighter Puzzle and racing. I crashed many times as expected. Then there was Miss Pac-Man and Jr. Pac-Man and we both sucked.
Dumplings - what I wouldn't give to go to a Dumpling House in Taiwan... We did the next best thing which was to go to a Shanghainese restuarant. It was the first time I had Shanghai style dumplings and even though the soupy goodness inside went down my throat too quickly and it was hot, oh man was that awesome!!!!
After dinner, we made an attempt to find "Rice to Riches", an upscale rice pudding dessert spot if you can believe that. Who knew rice pudding could be high class? Our attempts were fruitful and we feasted upon rice pudding of the cookies and cream variety (this after we sampled damned near 5 types of rice pudding this place had to offer including banana and rocky road).
And then it happened - I lost Beetchie...
To this!!!!!!
I hate it that this is the last I saw of her - Oh Beetchie... I always knew that a random rat on a swing would get you...I always knew... =,(
Anyway, about Sunday (I'm all about fast recoveries):
The final in the 2006 World Cup.
As all know, I was supporting England because I figured that if I had to support a football team, it should be the best looking one. Someone commented once that they didn't understand my loyalty to England considering I was more supportive to that country having not been born there nor never been for more than a few days than the bastards who were actually born and raised there. My response, "Stockholm Syndrome".
And then when England went down, I supported Germany.
And then Germany went down and I could care less but Mitch insisted that there be a World Cup lime at the HoChies. Mitch was backing France and I decided I wanted them to win rather than my enemy team Italy.
I am now being blamed for the Zidane headbutting incident because my voodoo doll "Spider Boy" worked WAY too well when I was shaking it on behalf of a hopeful victory for France. His job is to tangle the enemy in a web just long enough for you to escape or do something. Well...I guess Zidane decided he needed to headbutt that ass.
And France lost.
So the dolls worked but not quite the way they should have...
That's me.
"Cute but evil".
Memorable quotes:
MC "I like my tea black like me."
Me "Rhinna has man hands!"
MC and Frass "Oh gawd, it's true!"
Frass "Doh worry, all she need is some ponds. She from Barbados."
During the game of dominoes -
MC "Wait, I can't play this...these numbers go up to 9. I can't count past 6."
Frass "I don't know how to play...oh, ok. So I match whatever number is on the tile . Um, what should I play?"
Me "What do you mean 'what number'?! The only number you can play - 9! It's double 9 on the board!!!! Stupid Frass..."
Battler, on Transformers the Movie "You guys don't understand, I've been waiting for retribution for Optimus Prime for 20 years!!!!!"
Currently listening to: Lots among the Muse playlist including my new acquistion "Crying Shame" and then, "Analyse" by Thom Yorke.
I certainly can be sometimes.
A week ago Mitch, X, Beetchie and I went to Kenka for dinner.
Why am I evil? Because anyone who doesn't really eat pork and/or is tall then 60% of the menu at Kenka is not for you nor are the tiny chairs they make you sit your ass on. Ahahahaha. Poor Mitch. He has every right to curse me.
He didn't like the pork gyozas but that's only due to the fact that he is crazy. And it took a long time for him to finally decide on what he should have but he ended up eating a ginger-flavoured beef dish. I think he actually enjoyed it...
X had ramen and we shared our grilled buttered scallops.
Beetchie and I had awesome times (note the not so awesome times we had at the last trip to Kenka):
Una Don (grilled eel over rice) which was soooo good. Grilled eel is awesome.
Fried flour balls with octopus. They burnt us being that we stupidly tried to devour them immediately but mmmm...There's nothing like fried flour and mayo.
Stingray fin, chewy goodness.
Salted Pork Ribs - need I say anything else?
With time to kill we talked, drank cocktails that involved bizarre concoctions and photos were taken of X drunk off her ass after one sip of said cocktails. She wasn't really but the picture says otherwise.
We headed out to see The Street Bohemians, a band in which apparently I have stock - the bassist (Melissa the crazy Mongolian) and lead singer (No.8) are my friends. Being this their first public performance, I figured I had no excuse but to go but I certainly was trying to find something. Har Har.
Lured by the potential of seeing strippers, quote "If the set is going downhill, I'm going downstairs to the strippers", we trooped off to the Pussycat Lounge in the Financial District.
Those SBs were pretty decent. Musically, the band sounded great. They were comfortable with each other.
No. 8 was a little shaky on the vocals at the start but being the first gig, she was a little nervous but became more confident further into the set.
Battler as always amazes me by the strength and clarity of her voice, her sheer coolness and antics on stage and of course, her bass skills. I have a heterosexual girl crush on her as a rocker. Yep. She knows. And she puts that compliment right up there with the "You make me sick" comment I made to her a few weeks ago. She assures me she'll treasure them forever.
As decent as they were though, I informed them that the next show I attend will be at Madison Square Garden or else no dice. I don't think No. 8 was very impressed by me but meh.
On to the strippers!
With a name like the Pussycat Lounge and a crowd of young, business men you'd think good times were abound but as the title of this entry already implies - that was SO not the case.
We did have quite a selection of strippers though. Let's see...there was the one that was 3 months pregnant. Then there was the one who was a tranny (oh yes, we saw the back of that when she/he turned around...). And then there was fried eggs...
Impressive the way she could alternately move one boob up and down after the other but we're not sure what kind of fried eggs Beetchie has been eating but she claims that's what that display reminded her of.
After we decided it wasn't even worth it to do dances of our own to show up the strippers and collect their dough (quite frankly, I think the pregnant one would have slayed us had that gone down), we all set off for home. Beetchie and Mitch back to Crooklyn and X and I to her place on the UWS.
After washing away the disappointment of my first stripclub via a well needed shower, X and I did what we do best. We talked until ungodly hours in the morning until finally falling asleep.
And then came the police and ambulance sirens...
And then came X screaming at me that it was my fault something was going down at 3.30 in the morning...
It really wasn't my fault but we figure I've some kind of dark, negative energy surrounding me that I need to be taking care of and hence, a usually quiet neighbourhood turns into chaos.
Luckily our building was not going down in a fiery explosion but perhaps something like it (or whatever warranted police and ambulance services) at the building next door. And then there was the poor old man who was attacked by a crazy dude wielding electric saws at the subway stop right after X's.
I had nothing to do with any of that but pretty soon people aren't going to want to hang around me anymore...
Thursday saw a whole lot of nothing happening save extreme tiredness from the fun-filled night of scary strippers the night before.
Friday - Pirates of the Caribbean. We gathered as much of the clan as we could to go see this unnecessarily long, not enough Johnny Depp, sorry excuse for a movie.
And even though the movie (starring Beetchie as the Kraken) was not fantastic, having the friends together, sitting in an overpriced midtown diner and then in the theatre is equivalent to the best times this Hochie can have.
Stupid things like walking with Stupid Franz to Toys R' Us and having incriminating photos taken at Barbie's Dream House make these times memorable (but note to self, destroy photos).
Beetchie, Battler and I sat together and we laughed our asses off the entire time because of the idiotic comments that always pass our lips when we're together watching a film. I know, people hate us. We're just like Mystery Theatre commentators. We're horrible.
Saturday involved the Adidas Store, Chinatown, shady neurologists, The Chicken Arcade, Shanghai dumplings, rice pudding and a scary-assed rat.
First, Mitch and I went to the Adidas store in one last attempt to acquire some France World Cup gear for the final. Let us just say this - if there's a shirt on display in the window, you better believe you should be selling it to me if you're out of stock and if not, then take it out of the damned window. Asshats!
We pissily made our way to Chinatown, met Beetchie and ate Baos. Mitch then left my ass to go take a three hour nap and Beetchie and I headed to her appointment with a neurologist.
Now, I'm not saying said neurologist didn't have creds on her wall...wait..did she? Ha, she did. She did. But there was something so suspect about the whole thing. Maybe it's just that everyone was being extra mean to the 1/2 breed Asian HoChie but I don't know. I guess you just had to be there.
And for those of you reading this and are concerned about the welfare of Beetchie (yes, that means you Beetchie - you're probably the only one concerned...ooo! I'm kidding. I heart you?), I think she'll be okay. She better be.
In typical fashion, with time to kill before dinner, Beetchie and I decided to float around someplace to build up an appetite. And how better to do so than to visit a Chicken Arcade. I am still a little fuzzy on why it is called the chicken arcade but I know it had something to do with live chickens and games... Now, it's just a regular arcade but there are pictures on the walls of various chickens to prove that chickens once played a vital role in that dark place.
Beetchie proceeded to kick my ass in Street Fighter Puzzle and racing. I crashed many times as expected. Then there was Miss Pac-Man and Jr. Pac-Man and we both sucked.
Dumplings - what I wouldn't give to go to a Dumpling House in Taiwan... We did the next best thing which was to go to a Shanghainese restuarant. It was the first time I had Shanghai style dumplings and even though the soupy goodness inside went down my throat too quickly and it was hot, oh man was that awesome!!!!
After dinner, we made an attempt to find "Rice to Riches", an upscale rice pudding dessert spot if you can believe that. Who knew rice pudding could be high class? Our attempts were fruitful and we feasted upon rice pudding of the cookies and cream variety (this after we sampled damned near 5 types of rice pudding this place had to offer including banana and rocky road).
And then it happened - I lost Beetchie...
To this!!!!!!
I hate it that this is the last I saw of her - Oh Beetchie... I always knew that a random rat on a swing would get you...I always knew... =,(
Anyway, about Sunday (I'm all about fast recoveries):
The final in the 2006 World Cup.
As all know, I was supporting England because I figured that if I had to support a football team, it should be the best looking one. Someone commented once that they didn't understand my loyalty to England considering I was more supportive to that country having not been born there nor never been for more than a few days than the bastards who were actually born and raised there. My response, "Stockholm Syndrome".
And then when England went down, I supported Germany.
And then Germany went down and I could care less but Mitch insisted that there be a World Cup lime at the HoChies. Mitch was backing France and I decided I wanted them to win rather than my enemy team Italy.
I am now being blamed for the Zidane headbutting incident because my voodoo doll "Spider Boy" worked WAY too well when I was shaking it on behalf of a hopeful victory for France. His job is to tangle the enemy in a web just long enough for you to escape or do something. Well...I guess Zidane decided he needed to headbutt that ass.
And France lost.
So the dolls worked but not quite the way they should have...
That's me.
"Cute but evil".
Memorable quotes:
MC "I like my tea black like me."
Me "Rhinna has man hands!"
MC and Frass "Oh gawd, it's true!"
Frass "Doh worry, all she need is some ponds. She from Barbados."
During the game of dominoes -
MC "Wait, I can't play this...these numbers go up to 9. I can't count past 6."
Frass "I don't know how to play...oh, ok. So I match whatever number is on the tile . Um, what should I play?"
Me "What do you mean 'what number'?! The only number you can play - 9! It's double 9 on the board!!!! Stupid Frass..."
Battler, on Transformers the Movie "You guys don't understand, I've been waiting for retribution for Optimus Prime for 20 years!!!!!"
Currently listening to: Lots among the Muse playlist including my new acquistion "Crying Shame" and then, "Analyse" by Thom Yorke.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I need to blog!
I need to do a lot of things
1. Revamp fauxanga characters (especially that Van Joshua)
2. Finish Tales of Phantasia
3. Blog about Arizona once I get the pictures and new camera
But I HAD to come on and blog about this, if only as a reminder to myself of how damned funny the situation is and so that I may have a good laugh a few months from now when I'm bored and decide to re-read the blog:
The Mongolian has been mentoring some kids.
Today was the last day of mentoring said kids.
The kind-hearted Mongolian went happily to the complex with tons of candy to give the kids on their last session with her.
The kids were not there.
Apparently the kids were on a field trip at Chelsea Piers and everyone neglected to let the Mongolian know...
Poor Mongolian ran down to Chelsea Piers in distress looking for her kids with her books and candy in bag when she could have been studying.
Hilarious and yet so sad...
Oh crap, what is this song I'm listening to... ("It's On Random!!")
Oh.
"Fantasies Come True" - from The Avenue Q Soundtrack.
Next!
"Lavos' Theme" - Yasunori Mitsuda, The Chrono Trigger Soundtrack.
Next!
"Dark Cloud Main Theme" - Tomohito Nishiura. Ah, this track is some good times that I forgot.
1. Revamp fauxanga characters (especially that Van Joshua)
2. Finish Tales of Phantasia
3. Blog about Arizona once I get the pictures and new camera
But I HAD to come on and blog about this, if only as a reminder to myself of how damned funny the situation is and so that I may have a good laugh a few months from now when I'm bored and decide to re-read the blog:
The Mongolian has been mentoring some kids.
Today was the last day of mentoring said kids.
The kind-hearted Mongolian went happily to the complex with tons of candy to give the kids on their last session with her.
The kids were not there.
Apparently the kids were on a field trip at Chelsea Piers and everyone neglected to let the Mongolian know...
Poor Mongolian ran down to Chelsea Piers in distress looking for her kids with her books and candy in bag when she could have been studying.
Hilarious and yet so sad...
Oh crap, what is this song I'm listening to... ("It's On Random!!")
Oh.
"Fantasies Come True" - from The Avenue Q Soundtrack.
Next!
"Lavos' Theme" - Yasunori Mitsuda, The Chrono Trigger Soundtrack.
Next!
"Dark Cloud Main Theme" - Tomohito Nishiura. Ah, this track is some good times that I forgot.
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