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• Nut Sack Kicking

  2008-08-02 8:18AM / 標準BLOG

  Why anyone would want to spend a day having random people kicking their testicular region is beyond me.  That being said, this is very, very funny...
  
  
  

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• Doogie Howser is BACK!

  2008-07-25 3:46AM / 標準BLOG

  What was once cool became indifference which evolved into shame and eventually devolved into parody which has now ultimately become cool again.  Tis the Neil Patrick Harris circle of life.  I gagged and vomited in laughter when I saw this.  You were warned...
  
  
  
  

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• Shirt of Crap

  2008-07-24 5:55PM / 標準BLOG

  I have a rather limited wardrobe.  So when one article of clothing goes down for the count, the loss represents a rather significant portion of my closet.  2 days ago I decided to wash two of my finer, more delicate, casual dress shirts:  a yellow, long sleeve shirt and a cool white and blue one.  Both shirts are of the bad ass variety and both are Hugo Boss (don't know if they're real, though).  So if there were a lesson to be learned the hard way, I was definitely schooled.  Due to a rather busy schedule, I did not take the shirts immediately out of the wash. Instead, I just let the two shirts sit there, damp, for about 36 hours.  When I finally got around to taking the shirts out to dry, guess what I found?  Big old rusty red blotches all over my cool white and blue shirt (the yellow one, for some reason, was unscathed).  At first I thought it was just pomegranate juice that found it's way into the wash and onto my shirt.  But no, this stuff wasn't coming off.  No amount of Woolite or Dryel could relieve this shirt of Boss of these disgusting stains.  Totally sucks.  Sucky!  The stains are somewhat fleshy in color.  So if I did wear this shirt, from afar I would like like I was wearing a shirt with a bunch of big old holes.  After a few hours of stain management and cursing with the Wrath of Khan, I finally calmed down to rationalize WTF just happened.  Turns out that my fine old Boss shirt had a small percentage of silk blended into the cotton.  And guess what?  The combination of being damp for 36 hours coupled with the warmer climate of the summer months caused my shirt to rot.  How that is possible is beyond me...especially in this day and age.  You'd figure Hugo Boss would have "anti moist rot retardant" automatically put into the fibers of all their clothes.  But alas, I assumed too much.  Consider it an expensive lesson learned (if those shirts are indeed real Boss).  For those of you living in the more humid climates, consider yourself warned.  Dry them finer shirts asap after washing.  Or take them to the roof of your building and line dry without hesitation.  Cause a designer dress shirt with crap rot is basically just crap rot.  Below is a photo of this rather unwelcome crap rot.  I hope you will never encounter such fashion disgust.
  
  
  

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• Dancing Storm Trooper

  2008-07-11 2:05AM / 標準BLOG

  T'was 2:30 am Wednesday night (technically Thursday morning) and I had just returned from what was supposed to be a simple gathering to honor a friend of ours (Steve L) but turned into a night of Friday-like debauchery at a local KTown bar.  While tending to my liver in these wee hours, I found myself navigating through the wonderful world of YouTube and came across this funky little video of a Storm Trooper dancing throughout Tokyo.  The collision of nostalgia and contemporary hip hop crunk was too much.  I cried...
  
  
  
  

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• Happy Songs of Childhood

  2008-07-02 6:32AM / 標準BLOG

  This morning I woke up a bit "off".  Perhaps it was the fact that I went out with some friends till 2 AM on a Monday night (a stupid move, i know, but one which makes the accountants at the Sapporo company very happy).  Anyway, something inside me just seemed a bit "off".  I wasn't blue nor depressed yet I wasn't feeling fresh nor optimistic.  I was in some sort of phantom zone of blahh.  I felt like stale bread needing a bit of olive oil dipping sauce.  But what was that sauce?  I attempted to eat a semi-rotten plum thinking that the sugars might lighten my day.  No dice.  I decided to walk the stairs in my building instead of taking the elevator in hopes that the increase in heart rate may trigger a mild endorphin rush a take me to that happy place.  Didn't work.  I even dabbed Tiger Balm on my temples and under my nostriles thinking that a little bit of aromatherapy might do me some good.  Did it work?  NEIN!  All I got was a fiery Tiger burn in my left eye due to a rather stupid finger slip from my temple while attempting to apply this mysterious topical ointment and a flashback of my grandparents and their love for covering 1/3 of their bodies with Salonpas patches.  When all options to right my emotional status seemed bleak, I found what I was looking for on the internet... Rick Astley.  I don't think it was the actual, physical sight of the great 80's rock icon that put a smile on my face.  I think it was more the nostalgia factor, a flashback to a time when my hair was high and my outfits were of the pastel variety.  A time when proms were in darkened school cafeterias and boys and girls were not yet man or woman.  A time when a first kiss with your sweetheart was such a foreign feeling (and perhaps foreign smelling due to the food still stuck in their braces).  I could go on forever but I think we all have our emotional triggers into our past.  So, if you've had a long day and/or feeling a bit blue, I present to you the great Rick Astley singing "Never Gonna Give You Up".  Hopefully it'll give you a jubilant injection of glee and perhaps lift your spirits even if just a bit...
  
  
  
  

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