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| Wednesday, August 16th, 2006 | | 9:19 am |
Snakes on a Plane
I was at a barbeque the other day and a place flew over with a big banner...apparently, my babydaddy, Samuel L. Jackson is in a move that is about to be released called... "Snakes on a Plane". There is SO much that needs to be said about this, i don't even know where to begin. i just read on E! online (because I'm a snotty tabloid bitch like dat) that this was only the "working title" of the movie and that the studio was going to change it/give it a more movie theater name when it came out. Well, Daddy Samuel said "HELL NO! if you change it, I ain't gonna be in it" and let me tell you something. Samuel L. is a genius. that movie, before it's even released, is already going to be part of Vh1's "I love 2006" that will air 2 decades from now. or maybe next weekend. "Snakes on a Plane" will forever etched into our pop cultured minds. even if we NEVER see the film. the name is just so damn stupid. but so catchy. and it fits the movie perfectly since it's the actual plot of the film. We'll never be at a loss for what its called... "have you ever seen that movie...uhh....what's it called"... because within a few seconds this will pop into our heads: "wait, it was about.... uhh... snakes on a plane. SNAKES ON A PLANE!!" I am going to put the name of this movie into the part of my brain that will never forget such things as WREX-N-EFFEX and of course, PUMPS AND A BUMP.. sigh. and no, i'm not gonna pay to see this movie. or watch it free when it comes on On Demand in a couple of months. Happy Wednesday, all... Current Mood:  meh | | Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 | | 12:50 pm |
Weekend Schmeekend
Where I should have been this weekend: - Lollapalooza (for some Gnarls and Kanye and some Sleater-K) Where I was: - cleaning - breaking my back moving random stuff into my new home (omg, squid has an aquarium to call her own) - cleaning - Yo-Yo Ma at the Ravinia - cleaning - pretending to clean but really staring at all the shit i've amassed over the years - throwing shit away I did drive by Lolla on LSD when Kayne came on. He sampled out tidbits of Ludacris and Jay-Z...stuff he produced... and as I was rolling away from earshot, "Touch the Sky" came on... And guess what song was cued up on the CD player? werd. Current Mood:  wiggity whack | | Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 | | 10:45 am |
Reminder to work out
I woke up to the sleet drumming on my window this morning. I thought to myself "I like sleet...what a great way to wake up! Today will be a good day..." And then I got out of bed and proceeded to trip over my weight set. Weight set: "Good morning, Squid! Will you use me today?" Squid: "Fuck you" Current Mood:  OW | | Monday, June 26th, 2006 | | 9:46 am |
I am hungover.
I went to two Pride parties yesterday, met with friends old, and met some friends new. It was a wonderful, relaxing day, mostly spent on porches and stoops, and one point passed out on a couch. I have not drank like that in quite awhile. And yesterday was proof that if you make a drink right, it doesn't taste like alcohol...oh so good yet oh so dangerous... Happy Monday everyone - I am now going to spend the day hiding behind my desk... Current Mood:  hungover | | Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 | | 3:58 pm |
And so he goes...
my best pirate has left Chicago. aside from the bachlorette party and the damn derby party (and fuck! i didn't have time for talia's party), i spent every waking moment with my best pirate this extended weekend (finally back at work today). i helped him pack. i cleared out his fridge. his closet. his apartment. i walked down memory lane with each careful wrapping of gift, picture, toy and book in his house (he's a pack rat). i even did what his mom could not make him do - part with his shirt/t-shirt collection. well, he didn't part with ALL of it. but we made good progress. through all the frenzied sorting and packing, i couldn't help but look over at this giant of a kid and get teared up. really, who's gonna bring me grilled slabs of meat (sometimes even on sticks) and jugs of booze? or offer to buy me a trick? or giggle at cartoon pr0n with me? more importantly, who's gonna pick me up and superhug me when i'm down and crying my eyes out? sigh. i love you man. Current Mood:  sad | | Wednesday, April 19th, 2006 | | 9:00 am |
| | Thursday, April 13th, 2006 | | 12:11 pm |
Hello, Senator
Mr. Obama is speaking at commencement here this year. Oh those lucky undergrads! | | Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 | | 2:00 pm |
yeah, i'm jealous. got a problem wit dat?
Dear southside straight friends who are getting married in droves - just because Filene's Basement is marking down hideous wedding dresses doesn't mean that it's a sign to get married. i don't care if you have been dating for 12 years. STOP IT. stopitstopitstopit. and if you must, coordinate with ALL of my/our other straight couple friends who are also getting married, so that i can pace myself when having to fork over $$$ for the shower AND wedding gift. at most, i only want to do this ONCE a year. ONCE. just because i drive a shiny SUV dun't mean i'm rich. (it just means that i'm a big ol' dyke). also, as a side note. if and when us gay folk actually conform to all of your "wedding traditions" and hold the same showers and weddings - please refrain from buying us rainbow-colored-anything. we want the same shit you got. see that waterford candy dish i got you? reciprocate, man. i don't want no rainbow colored candles. nor do i want that gift certificate to gaymart. bring on the expensive german knives and the entire pampered chef catalogue. and in return, i'll serve you some baked chicken and a grey-lookin' alfredo dish on the side. PFFFT, squid Current Mood:  grrrrrrrrrrrr | | Friday, March 31st, 2006 | | 11:03 am |
| | 10:59 am |
you suck!
my lacrosse team just emailed me asking if i would like to play in the inaugural US Lax post-collegiate tournament. NATIONAL tournament that is actually sponsored by the national governing body of lax. NATIONAL. um. NATIONAL. sigh. don't worry, i'd rather drink Jack and bbq during memorial day weekend than travel to Poughkepsie (sp?) and get slammed by former D1 lady monsters of the lax fields. but my ego is poking me in the ribs right now... | | Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 | | 4:20 pm |
It's only Tuesday.
and my head has been hurting all week. On a bright-side of things, I have officially quit lacrosse. really! they've taken me off the roster. I have my weekends ALL Spring. ALL OF SPRING. Do you know what this means? This means more of this: - Dim Sum on Sunday mornings - Sleeping in - Doing nothing - Sleeping in and doing nothing - whatever the hell I damn please - lounging somewhere watching the Cubs Speaking of which, I got two bottles of Jack for my birthday to be used for said baseball games (2 flasks in my arsenal now). Yay Jack! Current Mood:  sleepy | | 11:22 am |
You're so vain...you probably think this song is about you...
Have you ever sat across a friend and looked at him/her and wonder why you are still friends with this person? Do you feel that there is a lot of taking but never-to-rarely ever the sense of him or her giving? Do you feel like an asshole for expecting anything from this friend in the first place? I remind myself that I don't always have to bend backwards for people. But see - there will be that time and place where I will need someone to go comepletely out of their way for me. So, give and take, right? But when you notice a lot of taking but next-to-no giving, it's time to re-evaluate the friendship... That's what all the self-help stuff online says (yes, I'm procrastinating from actual work for a few minutes here). "If your friend is narcissistic, rarely complimenting you, tugging at your heart strings as to what you can do for her, calls you when it is convenient for her- even late at night, never remembering what is going on in your life, then be aware that you are being used and drained. Establish your boundaries, so that her soap opera does not become your soap opera. After awhile the same old story becomes redundant and boring. Friendship needs reciprocity." In the past couple of weeks, a certain "friend" has practically sucked the lifeblood out of me. It would be nice if there was some reciprocity, and I keep trying to make a mental list that she is indeed doing so and that I should lay off. but she's not. and I find myself growing ever more resentful when she's present. #1 reason why i feel drained: she's making her problems into mine. Example #1: Calls me to ask if I can get my friends to help her move a 150+ pound PotteryfuckingBarn entertainment center that she just took in from her friend that is moving overseas. "Why can't you ask your male neighbors or your friends?" asks I. She didn't want to impose on them, she says then adding "So, can you and your friends help? What am I going to do with it now if it can't fit up the stairs?" promises dinner for me and my friends who helped with the move. i'm still waiting for that dinner. Example #2: I already had in hand a half of a roasted duck for dinner. On the way to her house, we were to stop at the grocery store to pick up some broccoli. I assumed that she would go in and get the other half of dinner, since I brought the other half. "Are you going in to get the broccoli?" she asks. "Um, I was hoping you would since I picked up the duck..." looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. "But I'm driving. and I'm tired" as she looked over at me increduously. Without a word, I went in to get the broccoli. we go to her house. i make dinner, because she's too busy cleaning the fridge, because she needed to AT THE VERY SECOND, because it was 9pm and cleaning the fridge was more important that making dinner and eating it before most of the world's bedtime. I made dinner, ate it, and answered all of her small-talk questions with one word answers. I finish dinner. get my things. leave. I should probably tell her that she's being a fucking drain to my life. but having that conversation is also a big ass drain. so i am going to resolve this issue by just not initiating contact anymore. 5th grade tactic, you say? yes, but i don't care. even if i say anything, she's too self-centered to know what the fuck i'm talking about. Current Mood:  angry | | Friday, March 24th, 2006 | | 9:16 am |
Shake your Moneymaker
I grew up with parents that were very money-minded. Every discussion we had always ended up gravitating toward the cost. From picking the desitnation of our first vacation together ($$) to what we would eat for dinner ($$) - everything centered around money. It wasn't that were were poor. It's just because we were not rich. Now, don't get me wrong, I can understand why pennies must be counted, but it is stressful and tiring when EVERY conversation we had focused on money. Case in point: "Mom! I went to this great Japanese restaurant the other day that served...(cut off)" "HOW MUCH WAS IT? TOO EXPENSIVE" that's before I even replied with the price. When I went to college, I chose a place where learning was for the sake of learning - a place to stretch mental muscle. My parents assumed college was a place where I would learn how to make money. I still get those looks of disappointment for not becoming a doctor or getting a job a freaking Goldman Sachs. Jenny Lin got his MBA already, says my mom. I can't help but blurt out - Jenny Lin is still unemployed and miserable..and living at home with $120,000 in debt. Oh, she says. Where am I going with this? Well, somewhere along the way, all the money talk has rooted its ugliness into my head. I can't think about finishing my degree, because a) it sucks and b) the only reason to finish it is because of money. Not for intellectual gain. I talk myself in and out of moving to a different city Vs. buying a condo here. The voices in my head are incessant - and the constant variable between the two is money. I have a good lead for a job out in bostonia. But if the salary is not above XXXXX, then I won't even consider it. Which leaves me still in Chicago. I try to talk myself out of this track of money. I can certainly survive on a lower salary. But why do that? is it worth it to live in another city, when I can earn more here...and have a bigger title to my name? and actually afford my own place here? sigh. the clock is ticking. and i don't know why. there shouldn't be a clock here in the first place. Current Mood:  MEH. | | Monday, March 13th, 2006 | | 10:36 am |
| | Monday, February 27th, 2006 | | 4:50 pm |
| | Friday, February 24th, 2006 | | 12:54 pm |
| | Wednesday, February 8th, 2006 | | 10:13 am |
OH MY EARS
I can now totally bond with Artemiswinter, because a colleague of mine recently joined a choir...and now practices every day in her office. two doors down from mine. and my office has an open door policy. OY! time for headphones... Current Mood:  annoyed | | Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 | | 3:00 pm |
SEXBOMBSEXBOMB, YOU'RE MY SEXBOMB
i cannot get that song outta my head. cannot. perhaps it is because i tried on my tux last night. to make sure it still fit. well. it fits... very nicely. Current Mood:  naughty | | Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 | | 8:49 am |
Stroke of luck
Yesterday I had this weird gut feeling to sell all of my mutual funds. See, my stocks peeaked recently - the highest in over 2 years. I'm thinking "OOOOOOOH, will it go up higher??" Well, after a couple of days of plateau-like activity (yesterday with a flurry of trading and a little bump up) I decided late afternoon yesterday to SELL SELL SELL. And boy am I ever glad I did because today the market took a nose dive off the low spring board. Rock on. and to boot, I made 20% off my investment. Not too shabby eh? (Too bad it's ALL going towards med bills...) Current Mood:  calm | | Thursday, January 26th, 2006 | | 8:48 am |
A - Accent: Southside Chicago. B - Breakfast Item: Ovaltine and a bagel or toast C - Chore you hate: Dishes D - Dad's Name: Tony (not short for Anthony. Just Tony.) E - Essential everyday item: cell phone F - Flavor ice cream: (soft serve) Vanilla G - Gold or Silver: Silver H - Hometown: Chicago! I - Insomnia: A tab or two of Benedryl. or Nyquil. J - Job Title: Assistant Director of Study Abroad, Financial Aid (two hats, baby) K - Kids: someday L - Living arrangements: With my teammate Theresa in her seriously sunlight-lacking condo. M - Mom's birthplace: Hong Kong N - Number of pets you have: None since my little friend Lucito (R.I.P.) O - Overnight hospital stays: twice in the past 3 months. let's hope the surgery worked... P - Phobias: i hate bugs. mostly cockroaches. and silverfish. Q - Queer?: i think so. wait, i know so. R - Religious Affiliation: Grandparents were Buddhist. Parents are agnostic. I'm agnostic with Buddhist tendencies. S - Siblings: Calvin T - Time you wake up: 7:15ish U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Highlights in copper. and red. V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Bittermelon. (it's bitter) W - Worst habit: Taking on too many duties, not eating well X - X-rays you've had: Wrist, both knees, teeth Y - Yummy: Peanut Satay Noodles at Lula Cafe Z - Zodiac sign: Western - Pisces, Eastern - Horse Current Mood:  awake |
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