today is the last day of 2008, a year that truly went by too quickly. oh well. let’s hope 2009 takes its time.
see you guys next year.
TWO THOUSAND HATE 12.31.2008
CLARET IS IMMINENT 12.30.2008
i found out my blood type just yesterday which is strange, considering the thousands of gallons of blood i’ve had drawn over the last year or so. i wonder how important it is to know your own blood type because it doesn’t seem like many people do. i guess it only really matters if you’re giving or receiving blood, eh?
sorry for the pointless entry. also, i’m A+ if anyone wants to donate a few gallons of red.
RORY’S SECOND KISS 12.29.2008
many of you Chicagoans out there are well aware that much of The Dark Knight was filmed within city limits. i’ll admit, it’s extremely gratifying to watch such a brilliant film and be able to recognize bits of Gotham here and there (and a lot of Hong Kong). then something totally caught me off guard in the theater but i was unable to confirm or take a screenshot until the DVD was released.
The Dark Knight
real life
turns out they were filming–albeit briefly–right behind my old building. they set up their cameras in an alley that i used to walk down nearly every day but i missed them somehow. oh well.
looks like someone nailed that “one way” sign after they finished filming.
while going the wrong way, of course
YOUR FEET ARE HUGE! 12.28.2008
the children’s hip-hop group Dino 5 is bloody brilliant but i still don’t want kids.
PUBLIC WORKS IN THE MORNING 12.27.2008
drastic temperature changes and violent weather conditions have apparently contributed to the snapping of the lamppost that stands outside my parents’ house. the concrete has splintered, as if snapped like a twig by some unseen behemoth. yikes.
FROM HELL’S HEART, I STAB THEE 12.26.2008
does anyone know where i can download a copy of the original Scorched Earth?
i really miss that game.
SCHOOL DINNERS? 12.25.2008
merry Christmas, you loyal readers, you :)
I BLAME BILL WATTERSON 12.24.2008
‘twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
echoed the sound of a sleigh as it loudly touched down.
a pair of boots thudded through the layer of snow,
shaking dust from the ceiling onto the carpet below.
a muffled ‘click-clack’ could be heard from above,
amidst the creaking squeaking of a pair of leather gloves.
he started down the chimney to the fireplace beneath,
but the family was ready; they were armed to the teeth.
the dark house remained silent as Kris Kringle inched down,
then young Bobby tried quietly to chamber a round.
the whole family froze and Santa seemed to stop, too
‘til he suddenly reached down and squeezed his .22
St. Nick fired at random until he emptied his gun
but the bullets all missed, every single last one.
then a flashbang clanged as it bounced off the brick
the Robertsons closed their eyes and all bit their lips.
dropping down with AK-47 a’singing,
Jolly Ol’ dove for cover with their eardrums a’ringing.
Bobby’s mother popped up from behind an overturned desk,
and loosed a few rounds while loudly screaming death threats.
Mr. Robertson and santa exchanged gunfire in spurts,
both accepting the challenge to do his absolute worst
as bullets whistled past, the father yelled “GO!”
Bobby hustled ‘round the room, Desert Eagle in tow.
Bobby tried to outflank him but Santa saw it coming,
Claus dropped his Kalashnikov and then he started running.
unleashing two Uzis, he leapt over the loveseat
and slid toward the line where plaster and brick meet.
Santa popped a smoke grenade, and then he made haste;
up the chimney he scampered to make his escape.
they heard Santa grunt, running toward his sleigh,
a ‘whump’ as he jumped before the thing roared away.
back inside, Bobby sighed as he inched toward the fireplace
‘til through the haze his fingers grazed a heavy wooden crate.
there was a note that seemed to glow in the pale blue moonlight:
“Merry Christmas, Robertsons! weapons for next year’s firefight.”
OR AT LEAST SANTORINI 12.23.2008
to get in the spirit of the season, i’ve decided to post a Christmas list for those of you rich and generous enough to waste money in my general direction.
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- Lenovo Thinkpad W700
- Porsche 944
- Mitsubishi Starion
- Greece
- Nikon D700
- Honda Fit
THE ONES UNDER THE SINK 12.22.2008
i finally got back home at 4:30 this morning after traveling for most of the day.
on the LAX to SFO leg, i sat next to a friendly middle-aged diesel mechanic from Boise, Idaho. the guy was huge so i offered him full use of the shared armrest because i’m a scrawny Chinese kid that could probably fit into most kitchen cabinets and he gratefully accepted my invitation. as we chatted about how crappy Los Angeles is, i began wondering how uncomfortable flying in coach must be for him; his bulk took up most of the allotted space. i looked at his knees and saw that they were wedged up against the seat in front.
then i stretched my legs. booya!