The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
Web 2.0 “enabling” the “power of opinion?”
Seriously. Only you care about your bullshit opinion, likes, dislikes, reaction to a talking head daring to have an unscripted moment. Gossip and irrelevant water-cooler tripe.
Usenet style Permanent September driving the Internet? Really? Just what I want is some self-important ignorant retard (besides myself) defining news stories and the direction of technology. Ow my balls indeed.
It’s time for the public to stop reading their own publicity.
I will be in the Greater Seattle area from March 5 – March 9 (well,
Anybody want to hang out? I may already have some stuff planned with a group of Seattle Tiki-philes. I’ll be coming up Sunday afternoon/evening and I plan on going to Fu Kun Wu Sunday night to see my friend Rob spin Exotica. I’ll bet I can get Beatnik and Bohunk out even on that school night.
Wee! Travel.
Wee! LebowskiFest!
I had a different than usual reaction to PLGB when I originally saw Return of the Jedi. I was not aroused in the least, which never allowed me identify with the pop culture representation of the ‘geek’ reaction to PLGB.
What did/do I feel? It was like seeing my sister or something up there, bare, enslaved. I felt empathy for her situation, embarrassment over viewing her so belittled. Also, it was kinda gross. Having Jabba leer over her, Ew. She was not a willing participant in her exposure and so, it was not sexy in the least, it was painful.
So anytime PLGB is brought up in conversation, all I can think is “ew” when it seems all around me voice “wooga wooga.” Who knew even at 11 I already naturally held feminist/humanist ideas?
But Princess Leia? Seriously – ew! (no offense, Carrie – ) but ew, she’s like your sister, man.
I really can’t take too much credit, as I’m following recipies and formulae handed to me from friends and idols, but I must say I’m hitting a high point in my mixology skills.
I’m putting out Polynesian drinks that even I’m impressed with. Mostly from recipes that I didn’t fully understand until now, but also creations of my own. What I need is some discerning mouths to taunt and tease.
The Monkey Hut is open: who wants to imbibe?
…those who love Peter Frampton & The Bee Gees in “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band,” and those who can shut the fuck up about it if they don’t.
That’s right Bitches. It’s Billy Shears and the Henderson Brothers. Can you handle it?
Can you handle it in a baloon?
Don’t get uppity or Billy Preston will zap your ass. Get Back, Loretta!
Was there some kind of sports game televised Yesterday? I was too busy having fun with my Wii to notice. I was watching myself,
My attempt at recreating the “Black Magic” of the Mai-Kai is definitely a success. This will definitely have to go on the menu at Thatch — if I can get them to make and stock espresso syrup and passion fruit syrup. I call mine “Dark Magic” and it’s a keeper: like a Hurricane mixed with overtones of dark coffee. It may sound strange, but the flavour is amazing.
And it’s Monday again.
We have announced the dates for this year’s Tiki Kon.
Fri July 27 – Sun July 29, 2007
Here is our li’l press release:
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This just in:
NW Tiki presents Tiki Kon V: Venture into Darkness taking place in Portland, Oregon on July 27 through 29, 2007. This year we will explore taboo territory and venture into the dark side of exotica, where cannibals thrive and tikis have very sharp teeth indeed.
Tiki Kon V will hold wondrous new surprises this year. The Jupiter Hotel will once again be home to our shadowy rites including an entertainment extravaganza, exotic bazaar, mysterious libations and food of foreign lands. Our base camps will be the venerable Alibi and the former sand pit, Thatch. We will embark on The NW Tiki Original Home Bar Tour with never before explored home bars and also tread the familiar ground of our most popular haunts.
Please be on the lookout for more information about this mysterious voyage into forbidden adventure!
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People don’t change. People may grow, and entertain different aspects of existence, but base nature of a human’s experience is unchangeable.
This is an uncomfortable prospect for the human mind – we want reasons, we want rationality, we want logical development. We want things to make sense in order to better understand, but things just are.
So we like our characters to learn a lesson, we like to see them have character development where they go through a character arc. Why? Because we desperately want it for ourselves. We want to have it for ourselves so we force our stories to follow the myth.
Me? I don’t want it in my characters, it makes me curse because it’s so transparently false to me. I suppose this is why I love Brian Kinney from the US QAF, why I love Spike from Buffy, why I love Greg House from House. They don’t change (Spike always conforms to the wills of his love, etc.) They may act differently from time to time, but they don’t develop just as we don’t develop. We don’t change.
Writers who understand this aspect of reality and can still make intriguing characters in the modern expectations of a character’s role have my admiration and respect.
I don’t support your pink ribbon. I won’t buy it for $1. I don’t support your yellow ribbon, I won’t buy it for $1. I won’t think that I can throw $1 at something, think good thoughts about it for a moment, then go about my day guilt-free about sad things or feeling that I “did something.”
Of course, I don’t feel guilt in the first place.
If you need to have a ribbon to avoid thinking about mortality, I don’t blame you. Just don’t pretend to me that it does anything besides making you able to get up in the morning, K? Thxbye.
