No, I'm not asking if you've got any. I stumbled across an amazing artist who goes by this lactose pseudonym. Frankly, her stuff is amazing. I really just don't know what to say. Check it out, let me know what you think.
Unrelated to this:
I've been jamming to Janet Jackson's Got Til It's Gone featuring Q-Tip from a Tribe Called Quest. It makes me feel good...
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Random Flashback
Last semester, two of my roommates and I were walking around campus (probably towards or away from food) when we saw this girl walking with two dudes. The following conversation ensued and entertained us for the next week or so:
Ryan: That girl is totally getting banged twice.
Me: Let's make it five.
Ryan: She doesn't have that many holes, silly.
Glenn: She's got two hands, though
Ryan: That girl is totally getting banged twice.
Me: Let's make it five.
Ryan: She doesn't have that many holes, silly.
Glenn: She's got two hands, though
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
DJ Mike Rizzy
Mike Rizzy is a DJ from the 757 that makes some solid mixes. Unlike most of the DJs I recommend, he doesn't really scratch or cut, though he does produce breaks. I just like to check up on this page every once in a while to see if he has a new mix up.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Call of Duty 4 -- Sniper Montage
This is for my reference. I'm in a computer lab and I want to save this video for later viewing. I guess you could enjoy it while it's up.
Battle for Haditha
I really really really really want to see this movie. You should too.
That is all.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Doctor Miracles
I was sorting through my bookmarks in search of videos to use in a presentation when I came upon this oldie but goodie. I remember this vid was made before YouTube made it big, and before Randall Park was on Whylin' out. This is some OG shit. OG, and hilarious as fuck.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Yet another example...
Seriously, Asian kids, just chill out with the being awesome at stuff. Let's let everyone else catch up, at least a little bit. Start working on getting taller and playing basketball or something.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Alicia Keys and Arturo Sandoval
Two of my favorite true musicians performing one of my favorite songs. It speaks for itself. Arturo makes any song better.
Wallace!
The guys on the tennis team I coach like to scream out the names of basketball players when they make awesome shots. However little sense the use of unrelated player allusions may seem, it strikes me as particularly hilarious. Honestly, how can you go wrong by screaming "JORDAN!" at the top of your lungs after or while hitting a jumping overhead smash? Or screaming "KOBE!" after hitting a stretch, drop-volley winner?
So I just watched a highlight reel of Ben Wallace's blocks on YouTube:
I am now seriously committed to screaming "Wallace!" after blocking/counter-hitting a winner in table tennis a la Waldner:
So I just watched a highlight reel of Ben Wallace's blocks on YouTube:
I am now seriously committed to screaming "Wallace!" after blocking/counter-hitting a winner in table tennis a la Waldner:
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Silly Koreans...
Mock funerals give 'dearly departed' new outlook on life
I prefer killing other people but that may just be me.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Missed Opportunity
I realize I've already posted something today but video in the last post got me all inspired and fearless and shit, so fuck the consequnces. This next bit is intended to be performed, and I think is much better that way but it's kinda late and I'm only in the mood for copying and pasting. I wrote this last month but didn't post it up immediately, I needed it to marinate. I made my last edits tonight (for now) and now I feel like sharing. Also, note that this is what was referenced in the past.
*Edit:
It's been brought to my attention that this shit is really personal. I'm pretty sure I've made out to be more than it is, so stop IM-ing me with advice, guys. Thanks for the thoughts though. I just like the way the story sounded in my head, especially the John Mayer allusions.
*Edit:
It's been brought to my attention that this shit is really personal. I'm pretty sure I've made out to be more than it is, so stop IM-ing me with advice, guys. Thanks for the thoughts though. I just like the way the story sounded in my head, especially the John Mayer allusions.
Missed Oppurtunity
I was DD.
Party was over and I was driving ladies home.
Last one,
a girl I had known but never really known.
I take her home, and on the way I check my pockets.
Now empty of the various phones and cameras I had to hold as proxy for purses,
they were also empty of my access card.
I wouldn’t be able to get into my dorm and my boys sure weren’t gonna open the door this late.
she says she wants to go somewhere and chill.
I pull over and we make some calls but no one’s willing to host.
So now I find myself at her place,
We’re eating cold food, watching re-runs of the Fresh Prince,
It’s like a dream,
She’s cool,
she’s cute,
and even more importantly she’s being both
with me.
It’s late so I ask where I can lay.
I’m expecting the couch but she’s says her bed is game.
Word!?
So we sleep.
Nothing happens, we’re touching but we’re not touching.
I can feel her close to me but my awkward, inexperienced self avoids making moves.
I’m just happy to feel her warmth on this cold, winter night.
I wake up past noon,
she’s still asleep.
I’m looking at her, and I can’t help but stare.
I examine every detail of her face.
Every line and curve,
the form of her eyes, the way her "hair falls in her face."
I think of all the things I could say or do at this very moment.
The way my mind works, I go through hypothetical situations in the blink of an eye
but one rises above the rest:
I could wake her up with a “Damn, baby”
then smoothly disguise my virgin self by saying
“I ain’t never woke up next to someone as beautiful as you.”
Shit, it wouldn’t be a lie, but it wouldn’t be a complete truth either
A truthful line would have started the same way but my response would be a completely honest,
“You’re the first girl I ever woke up next to that wasn’t related to me.”
I think about it for a while, weighing the consequences of such a move.
The two extremes on either end of the spectrum of the time continuum split me in two.
On the very optimistic end: lazy, tired, morning sex.
On the opposite: awkward silence and likely expulsion from the apartment.
It’s too early
I’m too scared to lose what I just found
and I’m just too fucking nice.
I just stare in silence, continuing to think too hard, but enjoying every second.
When she begins to wake I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep.
Damn.
Another missed opportunity.
George Watsky - V for Virgin
This poem is amazing. If you know me, you probably know why I think so. If you don't, it doesn't matter, because it should still be amazing. I just want to know how it is I just heard of this kid. I literally stood up, knocking my chair back, and threw my V up like I just didn't care while my roommate stared at me. Props to Watsky.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Random Freewrite
I ate breakfast this morning between classes, but I still had time to kill so I broke out the pen and paper and wrote non-stop for about 40 minutes. Not much of it is coherent. It's random stuff that came to my mind, from the things I observed in the dining hall, out the window, the song on my i-pod, thoughts of life.
I love cheese paper. No, not the paper that is used to protect cheese, but the paper used to wrap warm sandwiches and is inevitably covered with bits of melted dairy goodness. How I love thee. You are a delightful surprise no matter how many times you light up my life (and fill up my arteries). Frankly you are the highlight of my meal.
Breakfast? Sausage, egg, and cheesy cheesy paper.
Lunch?
BLEH!!!
Lovey dovey couples agitate me. I need no reason. Pussy-whipped dudes make my self-esteem skyrocket. I think I should be allowed to hit girls. Some of them bitches deserve a good ovary punch. Not all asians look the same. But a whole fuck load of them do. The grass is greener of my side of the fnce. And if it isnt? Sounds like fire-starting time. There's a Guido at the table next to me. He's huge and I think he just got a new haircut. HGH! Viva la nuestra senora de Peniafrancia! I wish my mind was quicker. I wish I learned to rhyme. I wish I learned to break. I wish I learned to spin. I wish I learned to dress well. I wish I had taken normal classes in public school with normal people. I hope table tennis becomes a legitimate sport in the eyes of Americans. I kinda wish I had kept singing. I wish I had the balls to let people down and work for my self at least once. I'm glad that not everyone knows what a 1337 h4x0rz is. I want to learn a shit load of languages. I don't want a degree. I want every degree possible. I'm not interested in a field, but in knowledge. I want to read more mythology and stories so I can make awesome allusions on a whim. Loincloths are really comfortable. I want to be a professional athlete. Education was overrated. I don't know any Spanish except Filipino and Latin cognates. Who's idea was it to take German anyways? Oh yeah, mine. Oh well, es hat viel spaß gemacht. The term "white people music" makes me giggle. Why do some white people do "black music" better than black people? I should have practiced the piano more. Singing at the same time is hard. I need to get the mouthpiece pulled out of my trumpet. That shit has been stuck forever! I should have kept writing music, I mean really. Damn you video games! I'm 1337 at all the wrong shit. I really want to fight someone right now. I miss black people. I don't like Barack or Hilary. I wish I could grow real facial hair. I bet I would rock a bangin' soul patch. Why does under achievement feel so good? I never understood the draw of eating with other people. Some people wait forever just to eat with a friend. Some don't eat at all if they can't find anyone. A bunch of black kids a the table next to me just sat down. Some random white kid with a big douchey grin on his face walked up to their table, set his tray down and took a seat. The looks on all their faces were priceless. ISAT looks like a space station. I should cop a pair of chuck taylors. Not everyone should to to college. A lot of people don't belong here. People who don't care about learning make me angry. Ignorance is acceptable as long as one makes it a point to eradicate it in the future. Those that are dumb and don't give a fuck? They hold back evolution. Evolution is not dead in humanity. It is only dead in the civilized world. Those living in the third world still must be the fittest to survive and they drop babies like clouds do rain. Smoking makes people look like douches. Literally. Smokers clean out vaginas for a living, or at least they look it. Asian people are too quiet. It's kind of a good thing, though. If people heard what we all had to say, their heads might explode. Why? Chinese is actually an audible form of binary (beacuse they're all robots). Not everyone is ready for this math.
I love cheese paper. No, not the paper that is used to protect cheese, but the paper used to wrap warm sandwiches and is inevitably covered with bits of melted dairy goodness. How I love thee. You are a delightful surprise no matter how many times you light up my life (and fill up my arteries). Frankly you are the highlight of my meal.
Breakfast? Sausage, egg, and cheesy cheesy paper.
Lunch?
BLEH!!!
Lovey dovey couples agitate me. I need no reason. Pussy-whipped dudes make my self-esteem skyrocket. I think I should be allowed to hit girls. Some of them bitches deserve a good ovary punch. Not all asians look the same. But a whole fuck load of them do. The grass is greener of my side of the fnce. And if it isnt? Sounds like fire-starting time. There's a Guido at the table next to me. He's huge and I think he just got a new haircut. HGH! Viva la nuestra senora de Peniafrancia! I wish my mind was quicker. I wish I learned to rhyme. I wish I learned to break. I wish I learned to spin. I wish I learned to dress well. I wish I had taken normal classes in public school with normal people. I hope table tennis becomes a legitimate sport in the eyes of Americans. I kinda wish I had kept singing. I wish I had the balls to let people down and work for my self at least once. I'm glad that not everyone knows what a 1337 h4x0rz is. I want to learn a shit load of languages. I don't want a degree. I want every degree possible. I'm not interested in a field, but in knowledge. I want to read more mythology and stories so I can make awesome allusions on a whim. Loincloths are really comfortable. I want to be a professional athlete. Education was overrated. I don't know any Spanish except Filipino and Latin cognates. Who's idea was it to take German anyways? Oh yeah, mine. Oh well, es hat viel spaß gemacht. The term "white people music" makes me giggle. Why do some white people do "black music" better than black people? I should have practiced the piano more. Singing at the same time is hard. I need to get the mouthpiece pulled out of my trumpet. That shit has been stuck forever! I should have kept writing music, I mean really. Damn you video games! I'm 1337 at all the wrong shit. I really want to fight someone right now. I miss black people. I don't like Barack or Hilary. I wish I could grow real facial hair. I bet I would rock a bangin' soul patch. Why does under achievement feel so good? I never understood the draw of eating with other people. Some people wait forever just to eat with a friend. Some don't eat at all if they can't find anyone. A bunch of black kids a the table next to me just sat down. Some random white kid with a big douchey grin on his face walked up to their table, set his tray down and took a seat. The looks on all their faces were priceless. ISAT looks like a space station. I should cop a pair of chuck taylors. Not everyone should to to college. A lot of people don't belong here. People who don't care about learning make me angry. Ignorance is acceptable as long as one makes it a point to eradicate it in the future. Those that are dumb and don't give a fuck? They hold back evolution. Evolution is not dead in humanity. It is only dead in the civilized world. Those living in the third world still must be the fittest to survive and they drop babies like clouds do rain. Smoking makes people look like douches. Literally. Smokers clean out vaginas for a living, or at least they look it. Asian people are too quiet. It's kind of a good thing, though. If people heard what we all had to say, their heads might explode. Why? Chinese is actually an audible form of binary (beacuse they're all robots). Not everyone is ready for this math.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Thoughts of a Physics Student
I was sitting in my physics lab waiting for the rest of the class to finish a small quiz to test how much we know about the subject. I broke out the pencil and started writing. This is unedited.
I sit in my physics lab staring at men. All men, sans one woman. ISAT students, all. We, earlier, sat waiting for class to begin in complete silence. Com-fucking-plete. It was deafening in its utter completeness. I wanted to break it, but how!? I thought for what seemed like hours but it all seemed silly and destined to fail. I had no hope. Only one with the bravery and valor of Beowulf or the divine strength of a fully-maned Samson could break something so imposing, so complete, so utterly intimidating that the force of its will to survive was enough to break bones. It was hopeless, I was desperate for a cry when suddenly, the old man in the front of the room, with bifocals precariously perched at the tip of his nose, bald head shining slowly stood up. He examined the room and enthusiastically said, "Well, then. Let's get started."
ALSO, PENIS.
I don't know about the last part. There was still a lot more time to wait after I finished writing. That last part was even written in pen and all caps. Weird.
I sit in my physics lab staring at men. All men, sans one woman. ISAT students, all. We, earlier, sat waiting for class to begin in complete silence. Com-fucking-plete. It was deafening in its utter completeness. I wanted to break it, but how!? I thought for what seemed like hours but it all seemed silly and destined to fail. I had no hope. Only one with the bravery and valor of Beowulf or the divine strength of a fully-maned Samson could break something so imposing, so complete, so utterly intimidating that the force of its will to survive was enough to break bones. It was hopeless, I was desperate for a cry when suddenly, the old man in the front of the room, with bifocals precariously perched at the tip of his nose, bald head shining slowly stood up. He examined the room and enthusiastically said, "Well, then. Let's get started."
ALSO, PENIS.
I don't know about the last part. There was still a lot more time to wait after I finished writing. That last part was even written in pen and all caps. Weird.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
I want.
I want to write something so extensively expressive and epic that I need never write again.
Just kidding.
Just kidding.
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