head for the hills

dear steve nash,

congrats on your MVP trophy. i'm sure it will look nice up on your fireplace next to....last years....MVP trophy.

you are my hero.

sincerely,

me.

p.s. your new sig shoes look swell. please release them earlier so i may purchase them.

volcano

"i know this is where i belong because even when i'm tired going in, i always come out of it energized"

i've been mulling this statement over for the last little bit. my friend uttered those words naturally, as if it was just the way things should be for everyone. crystal clear as mud i guess. nothing ever seems that cut and dry.

then again, maybe life really is that simple.

i just don't know it yet.

on marriage

so in about one months time, me and two female companions will be jetting off to europe for a month of eating and sleeping. mostly eating.

upon realizing that i would be travelling with two chicks, my parents (after i had already told them, and bought my tickets, and had several planning sessions at my house) suddenly had a panic attack about my spending all that time cooped up in close quarters with two girls.

after crying, throwing up, and taking a long cold shower, i responded to their fears in my typically calm and soothing manner. i assured them i wouldn't knock up my female friends (apparently this is a common problem to them), and that i would not return with a porno moustache and a membership card from the international youth orgy club. i then proceeded to rip my eyes out of my head in an attempt to quell the vicious tide of nausea.

i did however manage to leave open the door for me to knock up a random stranger in europe -- that circumstance did not seem to be as feasible a scenario in my parents minds.

i have yet to decide if that is insulting.

slow company

so for a weak willed individual such as myself, possibly the worst place to keep a giant bag of skittles is right on my desk, staring me in the face everytime i sit down.

on the bright side, each serving is 45% of my daily vitamin C intake.

i have officially fullfilled my daily vitamin C intake. times seven.

mmm....like drinking 7 bottles of yop.....

you should be hated here.

it may be a telling sign that i still consider weezer my favourite band.

some people know quite definitely that they are afraid of change. i can't say i quite fall into that category. conversely, i wouldn't say i'm the kind of person who looks forward to change. of course everything in life is situational, but by-and-large i would say i am completely and utterly indifferent towards change.

my apathy has served me well in the past, as my lazy nature may be construed as loyalty in some cases, while in other cases it has allowed me to adapt to new situations with relative ease and comfort.

i cannot help but notice however that something my ambivalence does not take into account is the fact that change is inevitable. i've finally been realizing a lot lately how much is changing around me -- how people, relationships, situations, and expectations are evolving.

it's not for the best, it's not for the worst. it just is the way it is i suppose, which is alright by me.

but i'm enjoying the fact that i'm choosing to acknowledge change at least in that it is significant in our lives, and not something we should take for granted regardless of (ironically) how immutable the ebb and flow of time may be.

it just makes me feel like i'm noticing i'm alive, you know? so i don't miss anything, because not only is everything an amazing blessing, but it all just goes by so....

....damn....

...fast.

overture, holiday

it's kind of strange how you can literally choose how to feel.

you can be having a great day, a crappy day, or a day that ranks among the most mundane in existence -- but perspective is such a matter of personal choice.

learning to harness that power for good rather than evil is the kind of thing that makes normal folks superheroes in my eyes.

sender

it's hard for me to understand how a child could not enjoy gym class. i mean, c'mon. you don't have to be good at sports to enjoy running around in circles. you get to play something -- that right there sure as hell beats sitting at a desk counting down the clock.

how does an entire generation of children develop such keener tendencies? what happened? is this the result of dilligent, hardworking and academic minded parents just overprotecting their kids? don't get me wrong, i'm not saying there's anything wrong with enjoying reading and learning, but what causes a kid to not like running around outside?

i really don't get it. everyone says that children are just too preoccupied with television and computer games and all that crap to play outside -- i just don't buy it. if from the very start you play sports with your kids and take them outside to run around, they will grow up enjoying those things. watch baseball with your kid, play basebal with your kid, guess what? odds are good they'll have a passing interest in baseball. i'm no child psychologist, but isn't that just common sense?

if you're kid is fat and geeky, frankly i fully expect that it's because their parents are too lazy to spend time with them and have delegated the task of parenting to a bunch of screens. i find in situations with children, i pretty much heap 95% of the blame on parents. i wonder if that's fair.

maybe i'm being too judgmental. i've never had a kid.

but i'll be damned if i they don't grow up to like gym class. that just ain't right.

underneath the weeping willow

this is one of the coolest pieces
of clothing i have ever seen.

i want one...





















http://www.socialsuicide.co.uk/

the worst taste in music

a rough recap of my daily routine the past two weeks:

1pm - wake up
2pm - eat lunch
3pm - email/trip planning/surfing/blog reading
4pm - light reading
5pm - watch sports highlights
5:30pm - watch PTI
6pm - more sports highlights
7pm - go play basketball
10pm - eat dinner
11pm - play dota
12am - play guitar
1:30am - dailyshow
2am - colbert report
2:30am - csi reruns
3am - angel reruns
4am - light reading
5am - fall asleep

rinse. lather. repeat.

i have two options: i should either stop feeling guilty and enjoy the chance to relax like a maniac, or i should just wake up earlier and do something productive.

actually, that's not true. i guess i could also just wake up earlier and be equally unproductive.

awesome.

the kid is already breaking

i like to fancy myself somewhat of a connoisseur of MSN display pictures.

there are a variety of genres that most pictures tend to fall into, and i feel they often say a lot about who we are.

the webcam pose, or the "i enjoy looking at myself"
the friends, or "attractive friends make me cooler by proxy"
the candid, or the "look at what i've done and how interesting it makes me"
the couple shot, or "this picture earns me brownie points as well as raising my stock"
the default images, or "MSN is not a pastime. it is a communications medium"
the interests picture, or "these are my hobbies. i think they help define me"
the humourously random picture, or "i'm a non-conformist. i'm also probably ugly"
the artsy photo, or "i am more original than you will ever hope to be"

and of course, there are pictures that do not fall into any of these catagories. naturally there are always exceptions in life, so i will not bother discussing these because they are either too stupid, or too genius for me to comment upon (i.e. pictures of your naked body probably mean you are a whore).

do not take offense if i have captured your essence based purely on your MSN picture. after all, i have a keen eye and brilliant mind for psychological deduction.

swans

my internal clock is so messed up.

the sure fire sign that i've seen too many episodes of 'what not to wear' is that i'm completely amused by dressing my yahoo avatar. so this is what it's like to play with a barbie.

fascinating.

speaking of wasting time, 3:45am CSI is fast becoming something of a ritual. must fix myself.

the quote of the week, taken from time magazine --

[re: the US immigration issue]

"Attrition through enforcement: instead of allowing the illegal population to grow every year, we start enforcing the law inside the country, something we don't do at all unless your name is Mohammed and you work inside a nuclear power plant." (Mark Krikorian, Executive Director, Center for Immigration Studies)

i fell off my chair laughing when i read that sentence, hahahaha

it's so rare time prints anything even remotely insightful. usually they have articles like "someone invented a solar powered toothpick that will change the world forever".

damn split runs....

as an aside, i find about 98% of the time i actually type the words "hahaha" i am completely stonefaced.

i'm either a compulsive liar, or i really like to make people feel at ease.

star witness

it's weird how the second you've resigned yourself to not having something, opportunity knocks. and even though you think you've made your bed to forever lay in, God shows up in the way you had hoped, but not in the way you had expected. is that bad? that i'm so cynical? or maybe i've been protecting myself from being hurt -- from getting my hopes up.

i've always been unsure of what's ahead, if it was me or if it was Him. confirmation is a wonderful thing.

Praise the Lord!

burn up the bay

there are some things in life that i just don't understand.

why didn't the gay cowboys from brokeback mountain just move somewhere more tolerant of gay people? it was like the 1970's, do they realize the party they could have had in san fran? it's akin to a polish nazi being scared of being called a racist during world war 2.

why doesn't mike james ever pass the damn ball? does he get a contract at the end of the year based on how many shots he makes this season, and is just going for sheer volume without a conscience?

why make a musical out of the Lord of the Rings? did they hire midgets to play the hobbits? are the midgets good at singing? who can really take a singing midget seriously anyways?

what are the requirements for getting an infomercial to air? it surely can't be the quality of product -- have you seen the q-ray bracelet? it doesn't DO anything. they might as well be selling voodoo magic pills. "Wear this bracelet and it will cure you of every possible human ailment, as well as align your posture and make you more likely to get laid".

what's with girls and pointy shoes? you're literally trying to project a deformation of one of your bodyparts. is it a subconcious effort to look more like a robot? a way to pay respect to geometry? if i were to wear a hat that made my head look like a rhombus, would that be haute couture?

if straight people watch straight porn and find gay porn uncomfortable, and gay people watch gay porn, do they find straight porn uncomfortable? if a lesbian were to watch gay-male porn, or a gay male to watch lesbian porn, would that be like the most confusing and awkward of pornographic viewer/content permutations?

the mysteries of existence.