"It Made You Dumb"
Season of Sweets (2008)

When I was in goldmines
Everybody’d ask what I was digging for
When I was on hard times
It seemed like everybody knew that score
and I was such a bore

When I lost my true love
Everybody said we told you so
Camping with people I knew loved
Its such a funny place but I would always glow
so sad to see you go

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb

You always thought you’d lose me
When I didn’t have that much to say
But you came to learn I was
Off in my other place
and you’d lose me anyway

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb

I always knew I’d lose love
When it was off in ancient Rome
Riding over viaducts
and spending so much time alone
so sad to see you go

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb

When I was in goldmines
Everybody’d ask what I was digging for
When I was on hard times
It seemed like everybody knew that score
and I was such a bore

When I lost my true love
Everybody said we told you so
Camping with people I knew loved
Its such a funny place but I would always glow
so sad to see you go

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb

You always thought you’d lose me
When I didn’t have that much to say
But you came to learn I was
Off in my other place
and you’d lose me anyway

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb

I always knew I’d lose love
When it was off in ancient Rome
Riding over viaducts
and spending so much time alone
so sad to see you go

You cut your tongue and it made you dumb


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Lyrics | Crackout lyrics - You Dumb Fuck lyrics


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I opened a fortune cookie last Saturday, Sept. 19th, just before the UW vs. USC game. Read the peculiar fortune above, put it in my pocket and forgot about it until today. So I decided to share with you. I've said it before that I'm not one to believe in these things along with palm reading, fortune telling, tarot cards or reading the horoscopes. But I am intrigue what may lay ahead for me on December 19th. Could it possibly be good luck? Just look at my team. I mean the Huskies triumphed over the Trojans for a second straight victory and are now nationally ranked for the first time in 6 years. Possibly a bowl game this season? Only 5 more Pac-10 teams to beat. Hopefully back to the top.

Could December 19th be a heralding day what may come for the new year. My year, the Year of the Tiger. Or more precisely the Metal Tiger. Although the element I was born under is wood, hence I'm a Wood Tiger. My real Chinese New Year will not come around until 2034; every 60 years.

Six days before Christmas. I'm also not one for the holidays. I do like the hustle and bustle of holiday shopping but the commercialism and expectancy to be cheery is a turn off. Have a very dim view on ultra religious people who are intolerant to diversity and freedoms of other on how to live their lives then turn an about face to practically worshiping false idols because they are fuzzy cute or have do with Jesus merchandising. Bah humbug is what I expel at the end of the year. I've always had this opinion for a longest time. Never believed in Santa Claus, either. Not for one second as a child. Yeah my parents did a terrible job faking it but they also never really pushed that he or flying reindeer where ever real.

I could use something good as I am currently in no mood to be cheerful. I haven't been my normal self all month nor have I been fun to be around with. Still brooding and hurt as I am, I'm now questioning people's responsibility, their loyalty, their friendship, and just plain caring. I'm also questioning myself to rather if I should give a damn anymore or to anyone. The ones who really care for me are those who noticed, spoke up, and asked how and why.

Three months from now... I wonder.

UPDATE 9/22/09: The upload finally went through after 10 tries. Again put the volume up and pretend the street light is a UFO.

Some people are afraid of other people in particular professions. The police if they have something to hide is one to fear. A dentist poking around and drilling into your mouth is another. So are clowns. Hah, clowns. I find it strange for someone to be frightened of clowns. Understandable to be scared as a kid because of who really is lurking behind that heavy makeup. But really how can anyone be scared of some person in a silly get up who's purpose to entertain and make you laugh?

Now what scares me or to be more accurate, what unnerves me are those professionals who check your eyesight. Yeah optometrists get me. Think about it, before being asked to read the the eye chart, the optometrist checks out your eyes first. You are alone in the dark with a stranger and lets be honest, they're total strangers because you don't visit them often unlike your own doctor or general practitioner. Most people don't even schedule an appointment to have their eyes check once every year. More like once every other year, or 5 years, or 10. So the last optometrist is never the same one you'll see the next time.

Through every experience since childhood I've had, I'm alone in the dark with a stranger and he because it's always a male (I never had a female optometrist) is purposely blinding me with a light beaming into my pupils Whatever you call that black hand held thingamajig they use to look through. Now this what scares me; he moves closer and closer until his cheekbone is nearly touching mine. I'm motionless and my eyes grow wide out of fear. My eyeballs are also motionless concentrated on the light which is good because now he can see my retinas most clearly. I can hear him breathe through his nostrils and I can feel his nasal exhalations on my cheeks. Some optometrists breathe deeper than others like Darth Vader which sends more chills down my spine. My eyes grow even wider and my eyebrows are arched high in surprisement. At this point my fear is at it's height because I am motionless but I also have my lips tightly closed anticipating that he might stick his tongue down my throat or something. Yeah so what, call me homophobic.  Anyway, I'm also holding my breath because I do not want him to hear me breathing in fear. And I'm pressing my head as far back into the headrest as I can. After a minute, I'm forced to partly open a crack of my slips and slowly breath through the side of my mouth opposite of him and quietly so he won't hear it. This will go on for another 2-4 minutes or it seems that long until finally he turns the lights back on for the next step to test my vision. And I sigh only to myself in relief that the worst is over.

Seriously I think male optometrists are up there on the creepy meter along with serial killers and rapists but only when the lights are turned off. I'm way overdue for an eye exam and so I'll be looking for female optometrists. They don't easily frighten me, depending how they look, I wouldn't mind if they slipped me the tongue.  * iJoke * or am I?

Right now if anyone have not noticed starting from last weekend and through the week that I've hurting emotionally. And I am so seething with anger that it's slowly eating me from the inside because I do what I always do and that is to bottle my stresses until I explode. When I'm angry I tend to stay brooding for days but usually it eases after a period has passed. Only this time it's an exception because I'm still upset and just getting more agitated as the days go by. It is rare for me to get to this point.

Know that it takes a great deal to get me this angry and I've been mulling about the last few days to air my very personal grievances publicly. I've come to the point where I need to do this.

I do not like the disingenuous or people who like to bullshit because it's a convenient way to do so. The easy way to say this is what you'd like to hear. I'm not talking about bullshitting to impress someone. No it's about soothing in regards to concern, empathy, sympathy, and just having an interest when in truth the person does not really much care.

Like everyone, I do not like fakers but I will never say this because to be blunt I don't like people who say they hate fakers. You know why? Because through my experience, the people who do this are not 100% of what they project about themselves. There will always be time when someone calls them out and the real truth about them is revealed. That they are no more fake than the fakers they dislike. You're all in the same boat sailing on the same sea.

Know when I ask how you are, it means I really give a damn about it. Put all my silliness aside, what I say has weight and therefore I'm always serious. I actually do care. I am interested. I really want to know what you have to say. When most people ask how others are doing because to be frank, it's an easy and lazy way to break into a conversation. 9 out of 10 times, they really don't care about you or how you're feeling.

But it now seems the lack of common courtesy have disappeared from daily etiquette. So when I message someone, even a total stranger, I expect a reply back but I'm noticing few do reply. I really don't to be ignored. It's not like I say crazy shit out of the blue or tell women I've never seen or met they're sexy hot and then ask them to send naked pics. Has crazy as I appear, this has never been how I operate. It's neither me nor my style. More often than not, I take a guarded way when conversing people. The same etiquette talking to people in the real world.

One thing about me is that I'm good at picking up ques on people. I won't say I can actual read people like a profiler but when I spend a short amount of time with them I can tell what may lie in regards to me. Meaning any future relations whether be romance, friendship, business, partnerships, etc. The big truth is I'm a cynical person and I don't trust people. Many say the same but few really apply it. I mean I really don't trust the majority of people. It's one of the reasons why I personally have very few friends. True friends, the ones who'll be there and help you out in a time of need.

I'm cynical because few people have true intentions. I'm a believer in honor. It means something to me. It's one of the reasons why I go after bullies, cyber bullies, morons, douchebags, bitches, and complete assholes. I've professed many times to be asshole myself but I only become one when pushed into something ridiculous or have to call someone out for a serious mistake. That said it's constructive assholeness, a way people can learn in terms to the better themselves and leadership. Think of an Army drill instructor who yells at and seems mean to recruits. The only reason for this is because he/she wants the recruit to push harder to better themselves and excel or to quickly correct his/her mistake. I wish the corporate world would enact the same; maybe we won't have so many fuckheads running their companies into the ground and screwing their employees. Sorry ladies but being a bitch never works the same way, it only does one thing, to piss people off even more. It's not sexist, it's always how it's played out or haven't you already noticed? If you haven't then you're a sad person.

With my self point of honor also comes with integrity. I have a low opinion on cheaters and those who enable them. I can work and be around with those who have cheated on their wives/husbands girlfriend/boyfriends because I have to. But it doesn't mean accept who they are. I'm forgiving if mistakes are learned depending what the course of action they take whether they should come to mutual understanding to breakup/divorce or to repair their relationship/marriage. I'm fine with the fact the victim of the party is at ease to whatever decision they have made. As long as the victim is no longer feels emotionally pained. I know there are reasons why someone one would cheat and in the beginning I will immediately turn my nose at such a person but it doesn't mean I will be understanding to certain degree. One time mistakes, I might let it go but will not for habitual offenders or those who do it just to hurt someone. Nor any home wrecker even if there are friend; at this point a friendship ends because it is unforgivable to what they've done.

So what of I come across as someone sitting on a mountain top high looking down on people. All I know is that I do what I say and try to follow it. Trying not to be hypocritical is one of the few virtues I try to strive for. While everyone is resolute to do better, get a better job or lose weight, I'm striving to be less of a hypocrite. I'll admit that I can very judgmental but I do hold from saying anything. Many times I'll bite my tongue because I'll immediately realize I might contradict myself with what I've said in the past or could say in the future. I don't know where I am going as I'm ranting on and on with this diatribe. I just hope everyone get's the hint that this is how I am.

About nothing. So today is finally 9/9/09, nine-nine-nine, or nein-nein-nein. However you like to see it. Pretty significant day that will only happen today for eternity until 90 years from now or a more special day 9990 years into the future.  According to the Chinese it's suppose to be a very lucky number and today the luckiest of them all. A good day to go gambling? Or picking out the winning lottery ticket? It can only been done twice today, nearly two hours ago and 10 hours from now. That's 9:09 AM and 9:09 PM to those who are trying figure out what I'm saying. 

Really today isn't that significant to me. It's a Wednesday like any other. It's overcast this morning with a few sun breaks. Hopefully the fall like weather will go away and bring the sunshine back. Labor Day weekend has been the pits with torrential downpours. It's too early for rainy weather and I'm not looking forward to see Fall again. 

It's been a month to prepare on what to write today.  In that time I haven't done much thinking until something hit me yesterday. The subject? Capes.

Yes capes. The large piece of fabric people use to wear hanging from their shoulders. I wonder what is the purpose to wearing capes? Is it just a simple way to keep warm? To keep dry? A visual divider to separate the nobility from the common folk? The educated from the uneducated? They've got a sword and all you have is pitchfork? So as what Hollywood has always portrayed.

People have been wearing capes from when man can earliest remember up to the turn of the 20th Century.  And then it stopped.  My guess is all that jazz and too much bubbly from the Roaring 20's killed it. Partying killed it. Women's suffrages on equal voting killed it. More independent women killed it. Which I think was a great thing, since men or "gentlemen" to be correct didn't have to take off their capes and lay it over a puddle just so a woman will not splish splash into a wet mess. I'm figuring capes are expensive to replace so why ruin it in the first place.

No one has been seen wearing a cape as daily attire for decades. Sans magicians, marching bands, American Civil War enactments, mascots, and Dracula. Hey have you ever noticed Dracula was the only vampire to wear a cape? Again what Hollywood wants us to believe. There are so many vampire shtick today that I'm getting sick of it. I just noticed yesterday, there's going to be another vampire series on television airing this Fall hoping to gain the Twilight and True Blood audiences. Enough already with this new age "emo" "tween-teen" vampirism.  I haven't seen Twilight yet nor would any right minded guy will want to see it, including gay men. I deem it shit since every other guy whose girlfriend/wives force them to see it say the movies are shit.  Never met a man who likes them; True blood is a different matter. The sex and nudity keeps it from getting thumbs down.

I've only worn a cape twice, part of my Halloween costume; first as Darth Vader. Just a cape and a mask. No light saber and no blinking lighted buttons on my chest. My parents were cheap.  A few years later I used the cape again and you can guess what it was for... that's right as a vampire. The cape and fake fangs are all that was needed.

When I think of capes, no one dons it better than deliciously megalomaniacal evil Roman gladiator Torvald played by Jack Palance in the movie 'Barrabas'.  Oh his wide devilish grin and hawkish laughter in that one. He even continues rocking the cape tradition and evilness in two Buck Roger episodes as Kaleel. And would you know it Jack Palance also played Dracula too!


I couldn't find an image of Torvald so Kaleel will have to do or watch a clip of him in Barrabas.


How can I not forget superheroes? I just realized until now that DC comics have more of their superheros with capes on than Marvel comics. Doctor Strange is the only one from Marvel that I can think of at the top of my head.  You know I never tied a blanket around my neck and pretended to be a superhero. In fact I don't think I ever pretended to be a superhero at anytime during my youth. How sad is that? Which leads me off to another tangent because I'm like this.

Superpowers. Well it's actually not about superpowers per say and more about wishes. The fantasy kind which leads to superpowers. Ask a person what they wish for and surely someone will come up with "I wish I could fly" or be invisible or predict the future. 

Back in the 7th grade, a substitute teacher was in charge of my homeroom for a day and to pass the time asked the class what everyone would wish for. I already knew what I going to say as I was waiting for my turn and listening to everyone's boring wishes, ex. I wish for a million dollars, new clothes, to fly, to be invisible, world peace, etc. When it came to me, I had the most original  and most well thought out wish. It's my belief that I was smarter than everyone else and still believe it because I've came across few who thought like me. It was to have psycho-telekenetic powers or something like that. I think there were a few more adjectives. Well I was going for omnipotent powers to do anything with just my mind. Think Q in Star Trek or being a genie but without the shackled whims of a master.  I can make things happen at my disposal with just a thought, a wave of hand, a head nod, a twinkling of the nose. Who needs money to purchase stuff when it can be thought of out of thin air or people.  Hey poof! Immediate action with 20 Playboy Playmates having a pillow fight right in my bedroom. Ah the possibilities but also can be construed as scary. I know my classmates thought the same of me when they heard my wish. But I thought to myself, to hell with them. It wasn't like I was asking to rule the world which I find to be one of the worst wishes to wish for. It's too much damn work trying to rule everybody and too hazardous. There's bound to be thousands if not millions who would feel wronged and want to overthrow/kill the world ruler.

Anyway capes. Should there be come back or just die out altogether? I mean come on I've seen these stupid cousin to the Snuggie TV commercials, the Wearable Towel. If people are insane enough put down $19.99 for one plus to get another free than I think they'll be dumb enough to buy capes. So three cheers for capes though I won't be caught dead wearing one. Well maybe someday I will, just to fuck with people's minds when I walk publicly down the street with one. Like the guy who wears boots and a powder blue polyester suit being full on dangerous with bell bottoms and a butterfly collar.

Residents of Glendale watch as flames from the Station fire get close to homes on Boston Avenue in Glendale. Credit: Gina Ferazzi/Los Angeles Times

If anyone has been living under a rock and haven't been aware of the latest wildfires going around Los Angeles for more than a week then consider me as one of them. Almost. I've been so absent minded to have forgotten that I have relatives who live  very close to La Cañada,CA where most of the evacuations and homes have burnt down. And basically they live near the base of Mt. Wilson famous for it's observatory seen in who knows how many movies and television series where only 2 miles away on the same mountain, the named "Station Fire" because it's close to the location for all 22 TV, radio, wireless, and emergency communication towers within the greater L.A. area is the largest and mostly uncontained fire that is still raging. As of today only 22% have been contained but it is expected to that the fires will hit the Mt. Wilson facilites later today or over night according to Los Angeles County Fire Department Deputy Chief James Powers. "In a worst-case scenario, firefighters were expected to retreat to the safety of the observatory parking lot or seek refuge in the concrete and steel basement of the 105-year-old, 100-inch telescope observatory". It will be kind of tragic if the famed observatory goes down but not as tragic to victims this fire has already claimed.

I saw how thick the smoke have filled all the canyon valleys down through Glendale and Pasadena into the larger San Fernando Valley basin only 10 miles away from downtown L.A. It  looks very serene magical like a blanket of fog only everyone below and in it are having a hard time to breathing and choking. Is this the start of the fire season? I thought there was one in the Spring or earlier in the summer. It now seems like the fire season lasts almost the entire year with the Governator Schwarzenegger declaring a state of emergency every few months.  You can't win living down there from this, earthquakes, and the soon to be massive mud slides from now bare landscape if Hurricane Jimena gets to southern California.

Click to enlarge.

A detailed view of the 133 square mile (344.5 Sq. Km) Station fire burning in southern California at 20:20 UTC (13:20 local TZ) (12:20 local time) on August 30, 2009, from the MODIS instrument on the Aqua satellite. Full imageCredit: Image courtesy of MODIS Rapid Response Project at NASA/GSFC

Dammit I'm now very worried. I need to call some people today to see how things are going or if their houses are in the line fire. That's an accidental pun. I hate it when that happens.

Lyrics | Ataris lyrics - How I Spent My Summer Vacation lyrics



At first I thought this group was the same people "The Atari Gang" from one really shitty teen movie called 'Nowhere' (1997) that had Christina Applegate, Shannen Doherty, and my faves to undress my eyes with, Kathleen Robertson, Teresa Hill, and Jordan Ladd. I was more interested in the chick of the Atari Gang, so years later when finally searched for "The Ataris" and not just Ataris or else I would've turned up with nothing but game consoles from a more recognizable brand with the same name but instead found this band. It took me awhile to finally accept the group in the movie did not exist and the real Ataris played never played any part in the movie.  Nor did The Artaris has the person I was looking for and what peaked my interest in the first place, actress Sara Jane (Atari Gang Member). Unfortunately there's not much on her since she only acted in two features but instead found and came to love a great punk pop band that I've been a fan of for the last 8 years.

One of the many things that gets me to roll my eyes in disdain is when people like to flash their cash on purpose like it means something declaring I got shit and you don't. Given that's OK and a none issue at the casino or at the track but whipping out a wad of 20's is laughable; 50 or 100's will only make me suspicious that you're a crack dealer. Income illegitimacy is what I call it. I saw this happening on a few occasions when a group of wanna be gangstas waiting at the bus shelter conversing in stupid in shit. I forget what it was, but I'll just deem it stupid shit for simplicity's sake since when do gang bangers don't digress in philosophical subject or something else heavy. I really don't know if they were gang bangers, who knows, maybe they are and strapped. But I will not get over how silly it is to show off their tiny money. I say a couple thousand dollars is tiny money, even a few 10's of thousands in tiny money.  I'm not fucking impressed by either.

But you know what a few thousand dollars did impress me. It wasn't the amount but those denominations that totaled to it. I had a friend, well more so a classmate instead of a friend who once took out his wallet flash $2300. Yeah like woooo, OK so an interesting amount. He said it was for his trip to Barcelona over the Spring Break. One of the most interesting cities to go to but over priced and expensive like hell as compared to another city further south to Costa del Azahar, like Valencia. Less crowded, more civilized, and cheaper in my opinion. Anyway I ignored the three crisp Benjamins and eyed the the two crisp Clevlands.

If you know what a Cleveland is or let alone have actually seen one like I have then you're lucky. Even more luckier if you posses any. Clevelands "Grover Cleveland", the 22nd and 24th U.S. President are $1000 bills.  I knew there were denominations larger than a $100 that are mostly used by farmers to purchase farm equipment or transactions between financial institutions. The U.S. Treasury has also issued and printed $500 notes (William McKinley), $5000 (James Madison), $10,000 (Chase). $100,000 notes are only used in transaction between the U.S. Treasury and the Federal Reserve. But to see one that's not under heavy glass in a museum or from a private collector was a treat. From what I can find, $1000 bills haven't been in circulation since the end of the 1960's and last printing where done in 1934. Clevands are rare and depending on the serial numbers, can be worth up to $7500.

How the guy got his hands on these bills maybe not so much of a mystery. Rare bills are difficult to come by in the U.S. but not so overseas. For example, $2 (Thomas Jefferson) are still being circulated around Europe especially in Germany where there is still a large contingent of Americans stationed there. I have a few of Jeffersons myself from when I used to live Germany Unfortunately at one time I had use one because I didn't have 2 bucks either in 1's or change on me after I moved back to the States.

My friend/classmate was a foreign national who was also rich. No strike that. Really strike that. Only his daddy was rich who was a V.P. either for the European or German Division of company once called CPC headquartered in New Jersey. Yes I've got it right, that's "CPC" and not PCP!  You might not recognize the company but you'll recognize the food, pharmaceutical, and baby products it manufactures. Like, Helman's aka Best Foods Mayonnaise, Mazzola cooking oil, and I think Luvs baby diapers.  CPC since has been bought by Unilever and some of it's divisions sold off to I think Proctor and Gamble years ago.  As for his trip to Barca, well it didn't turn out well. Most of the girls he saw at the beach were a turn off because at the time, half of European women didn't bother to shave their arm pits. Bikini and hair within sweaty areas are never a pretty sight. Now most Euros currently shave which I find incredible.

The point is you'll see me yawning whenever someone has an urge to show off the amount of cash he has. If the person has a loaded briefcase, then fine. It can be considered a big deal but pulling out a wallet or a money clip an inch thick in even 100's doesn't even get me to raise an eyebrow. I don't handle large sums of cash on a daily basis but it's plain right fucking silly and annoying when someone flashes money to impress. Tell the such a person to try do the same with Clevelands. Find it impossible? You're damn right it is. Now tell whoever to put their tiny money away and to shuddup about their lame selves. I've never been impressed by these individuals and nor should you.

PS: I can't wait to watch The Family Guy's spin off 'The Cleveland Show'.

Very true up my alley with this, heheheheh. I mean the story and not really anything careening up my ass. You'll get it, just read on. I must share one of the most bizarre stories I've ever read about teens and kids in Arizona getting their drunk on only it's not what my generation, my parents, and every one of our ancestors have ever thought of doing this to themselves to get that buzz. FUCK SAKE, what are these Gen-Y, echo-boomers however you call them are fucking doing??!!!


Arizona Children as Young as 12 Think Vodka Red Bull Anus Tampons Are 'Cool'
By Hamilton Nolan, 10:04 AM on Wed Aug 26 2009

Arizona has been on a crazy streak this week. Judge not, coastal elites; if you had vodka in your tampons and crystal meth in your highlighter, you'd be crazy too.

This is just a god damn classic piece of service journalism. Parents, you can thank ABC 15 in Phoenix for bringing you the latest secrets of the hopped-up youth:

But she said the latest trends include "snorting vodka shots."
More graphic yet, she said teens are doing anal beer bongs and soaking tampons in vodka.

Impossible. Not my teen—he's just studying.

If you think your kid is studying, she said look closer at his or her highlighter.
It too, can pull open and become a pipe.

And don't even get this expert started on the energy drinks kids are consuming these days. "If your 12-year-old is drinking that much caffeine, it begs the question what will they be doing at 15?" The answer is probably drugs. Sucking on that highlighter pipe can lead directly to whoring (for drugs), if you know what we are saying. Do not think your child is "fine," Arizona parents.

"It's hard to recognize," Siete said. "A lot of drug use looks like the everyday common cold, allergies, watery eyes, tired, who isn't tired?"

The kids drinking the energy drinks?


Vodka Tampons & Anal Beer Bongs: It's The Thing In Arizona
Posted by: Michael K  Thursday, August 27th 2009

A while ago there was an episode of The Doctors where they showed us all how to get the sweet nectar in our system on the down low. The key words being "down low." According to the episode, teens are getting their fix by shoving vodka tampons up their snatches and sticking a beer bong up their no-nos. This brings new meaning to the term "drunk pussy."

Well, ABC15 in Arizona says that vodka tampons and anal beer bongs are all the rage with kids as young as 12, because it's a way for them to get boozed without much detection. Stephanie Siete of a substance abuse center in Arizona said, "It's quicker absorption, it's hidden and it's new. For females, they're damaging their reproductive system." Yeah, but they won't notice that their vagina cave is dying a slow death, because they will be waaaaaaasted. Paaaartay while your pussay fries!

Stephanie added that kids in Arizona are also doing it Prince Hot Ginge-style by snorting vodka from the bottle.

Kids these fucking days! When I was 12, we were soooo not hardcore. We just used to get high by freebasing DayQuil and injecting battery acid between our toes.

And yes, getting drunk by sticking a vodka tampon up my ass is tempting, but the last thing I need is another visit to the free clinic. Methinks the "wind blew it up my ass" excuse won't work on them. Besides, who the hell wants to burn up their genitals?!!!! For some whores, the pussy and asshole is their check to cash. So basically you are burning up money! No fuck no.





I'M SHOCKED! JUST SHOCKED! Who knew you can get wasted through your happy hole? Or holes? My god, try to explain this to CPS when you're trying to be the good dutifully concerned parent by checking up on what your kids have been up to. I do not want to even entertain the idea of taking your teenage daughter or son to the emergency room with this problem or hearing them being ridiculed because there are now pics of them circulating through school with a beer bottle up their asses from last weekend's homecoming thrash or something worse.

Strange smell of spirits emanating from the trash bin? *Sniffs* What's that? A tampon? Oh my it looks really soaked. Oh What the hell?!!! "JEN COME HERE RIGHT NOW AND EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!!!" 

"BEN WHY IS YOUR UNDERWEAR SMELL OF SHIT AND OLD MILWAUKEE LITE??! EXPLAIN YOURSELF YOUNG MAN!!!"

Ha poor Ben and Jen, it rhymes.  These are the scenarios that percolate through my head because this is what I would say if I was a parent.

Damn at 12, I too was downing Nyquil and Pepto Bismal only at a sip at a time a few times a night (yeah I know, real weak) and not chugging it down to the point where I would get woozy and start seeing things or become psychotic. I heard people who have been downing repeated bottles of Nyquil do get psychotic.  But  to suck on a Highlighter for a more direct effect than sniffing it, that's also all kinds of fucking crazy! Shit me, the kids we have now!

Yep this is my 200th blog post. Yay me! I'm amazed that I've gotten this far. I'm more amazed that I could write something or anything!  When I first started out blogging, I couldn't fathom what the hell I was doing. Only I did it just to goof off and see what I could do. Lo and behold I surpassed my expectations which is was low to begin with. I didn't think it was possible for to write even 50 entries in a year let alone 20. Now it's more like 60-70ish. still quite low for those who blog on a daily basis, cranking out as much as 10 a day.

I said it before, I'm no writer and in my opinion I can't write shit. Maybe I'm being hard on myself but when I do read other people's blogs who not only have a gift for writing but more likely one for gab as well, I can't help but think to myself, damn I'm out of their league. And for the most part I am out of their league not for numerical posts but just writing talent in general (again in my opinion).

So I'm guestimating the numbers, I will say 80% is what I write and the other stuff are paste and copy (quotes, video and flash embeds included). 100% of what I've written about my life past and current are true. I don't bullshit with the facts on here (blog). The About Me section on my main page is 100% embellishment! Come on?! Does anyone really think I actually was chased through the alley ways of Tijuana by an enraged hatchet wielding tranny hooker? As fun as that sounds, you will not catch me anywhere inside the Mexican border where all the drug land killings and kidnappings have reached new highs. It might have safe to cross the border 10 years ago, it might have been 5 years ago but not now. By current situations, not even in the next 5 years; probably 10 years. I'll go take my chances with Homeland Security and the U.S. State Dept. for getting caught sneaking in and out of Cuba instead.

Where am I again? Oh yes, the statistics. There's only a dozen subscribers but I think 4, maybe 5... 6? On and off? I'll go with 4 who I know regularly read my blogs. You know who are. It could be out of amusement or because they are completing bored and must need me for entertainment value. *iJoke*  But I wonder what happened to the rest. I can see the number of view increases everyday. So there's someone but for me to verify if people are actually reading is for them to comment or give a kudo. Does anyone give kudos any more? I asked myself before myspace made changes, does it matter when someone gives two kudos than one? The original concept is silly and fortunately the grand myspace beings saw this and got rid of it years later but being slow on improvements.

Like every other person doing the same, I wish to have more readers and more comments. This is quite hard work even for me not to get hardly any impute or none at all. It's all the same with any blogger, given how much one tends to put into it, including me with research and the angle of the topic where it begins, leads, and ends. Editing and re-editing is a laborious task especially for me who tends to use a lot of html tags. Then there's my poor grammar and typos. You've read it many times that it bothers me to hell about and I will use the edit button relentlessly. Even now I still don't know why even with the use of MS Word's spellchecker, my browser's spellchecker, and proof reading 2-3 times that I still catch grammar miscues and typos after I clicked the post button. It fails me most of the time.  It's like I'm subconsciously being dyslexic on purpose without even knowing it. I don't know why. One real problem I suspect is when I don't like a something and then rearrange whole sentences or paragraphs that then tend to become a jangled mess compromising the rules of grammar without realizing it. After my initial post, it can take me another hour or two correcting my mistakes or adding something I forgot to input to make sure what I said is clear.

I'm not sure if I am entertaining, funny witty, or even interesting. A sick, demented, weird bastard... OK I'll accept it although there are many who take the cake to far lows than me. Incredibly far far lower. I would like to think so, it fuels my ego. By ego I mean as in ego "ego" and not as as in "ego" for what I call my penis. No I actually haven't named my penis ego but the description works the same never the less. In a way it is true, the embodiment of a man's (or my) "extension" is his (my) ego! Hey you, stroke my ego! Stroke my genius! Penis jokes anyone? *Que a rim shot and feminists rolling their eyes*.

In truth, it was almost difficult to think of writing (technically typing) a mark of 500 words. I was selling myself short because I didn't think I could do it regularly, me being a non-writer. But eventually soon enough my fear became invalid as I found to be hard at all. I now think I can scribble 500 words on panels of toilet paper while I'm waiting to empty out all of my bomb load into my royal porcelain throne. I'll give myself 15 minutes, sometimes half an hour if it's that bad. But of course if I was really gassy and suffering like a wounded animal then writing will be the last thing on my mind. So the next plateau was for me to write 1000 words per entry and it's still currently is. I've done so regularly and many times more than that. 2000, 3000 have reached many times; include a multi-part series on just one subject and I've gone up to 10,000 words.

It makes me wonder if I have the talent to write a book. I've always wanted to write one but never have the time. Author Marisha Pessel who wrote her first mystery novel "Special Topics in Calamity Physics" kept all her notes, character back stories, and plots on a spreadsheet. Which is incredible considering how easy it is to lose everything when the computer goes berserk or dies a horrible death. Another person, a blogger who I read and comment on regularly on her site just finished writing her book and is now in the inglorious stages of editing. She set herself on a mission to do 12 pages a day. Shitzola, I don't think I can write half a page of fiction in a day.

So here's to me, extraordinaire, the talentless hack that I am. Maybe the reason I'm selling myself short again is because I don't ramble on digressing much on life, on people (except for my neighbors), on inanimate objects. Maybe because I don't smoke the J to get mindfully trippy loose as I blog. Or even drunk blog. Although that sounds like a great idea and therefore I should try it one day. I might end up saying I a lot of gay shit and end up regretting it. Anyway my genius, my ego thanks you. And I thank you to for reading this.

I don't have anything more to say but will leave you with the wisdom from one of the most smartest beings that I know in the universe,  Mr. Spock.



Damn, sexual harassment has never been so very logical. Right on my pointy eared tutor.

Hey wadya know, 1300+ words so say the word counter.

More graffiti.

Koh Pannyi, Phand Nga Bay, Thailand

Looks like an incredible area to plan a visit. I haven't done much drawing in months and need to get back to it when I have the time. More will come.

Mastering With A Mouse I
Mastering With A Mouse II
Mastering With A Mouse III
Mastering With A Mouse IV

I loath trolls, bullies, douchebags, and complete assholes in general despite that I consider myself an asshole but I purposely do it in a constructive way.  Here's my retort from one my friends blogs on her website from a few months ago. Yeah I know I'm very timely late to about everything with this.


June 10, 2009
More Chronic Master Bater and his latent ability to make sense

I know some of you think I should ignore this guy, but I find it amusing to point out his stupidity. I mean, if you’re going to insult me at least do it with the proper vocabulary.

Comment from Chronic Master Bater:
You all GOT to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!!! Do any of you think she’d actually reply? Here??
The whole idea behind blog (especially ones like these) is for random idiots to SATISFY THEIR LATENT EGOS (”Look at me, mommy, I got a blog! Strangers actually read what I have to say!,)get their little bullshit 15 minutes and to get some kind of cyber-fame and dare I say, “cult following”.
Look at her links, especially her blog links! I’d still fuck this broad, but I think her ego along with anyone out there 1)posting, 2)blogging, or 3)otherwise milking every last drop of their 15 minutes of fame, won’t allow her to actually respond her OR to ANY type of personal contact.
What an egotistical HYPOCRITE!
This broad probably predictably still won’t post a reply here. Let’s play the wait and see game…..

I have great love for Chronic Master Bater! His stupidity is fantastic! He just can’t help but dig himself into a hole. I think his brain is seeping out of his penis due to his perpetual masturbation.

First, why would anyone want to play ” the wait and see game”? A game is supposed to be fun. If he wants to sit on his ass staring at my blog waiting for my response and masturbating to his imaginary genius, he can go right ahead.

Next: Latent definition:
Present but not visible, apparent, or actualized; existing as potential: latent ability.
Existing in  unconscious or dormant form but potentially able to achieve expression: a latent emotion.

The Master Bater’s assumption contradicts his claim that I am seeking fame. If bloggers had latent egos they wouldn’t blog. If I had a latent ego I wouldn’t post naked pictures. To satisfy my latent ego I think I would have to ignore it. However, my ego wouldn’t know it was being ignored because its latent. Therefore you can not satisfy a latent ego. Moreover, its impossible to have a latent ego.

It’s probably safe to say that this guy was too busy masturbating to get a high school diploma.

More: Since I am actually posting his comment and replying to it proves that he can’t predict shit. I spent every day 12 hours a day answering emails and comments for three years. I took a break recently and didn’t answer comments or emails. It just got to be too much. I doubt I’ll ever get back to answering like I used to but I am answering more now. This proves that I have personal relationships with people who read my blog.

I’m not even going to dive into his inability to use proper punctuation.

And “broad”? What is he 70 years old? Who uses “broad” anymore?

Finally, I doubt this guy would fuck me. I look nothing like the palm of his hand. And if that didn’t matter I doubt he could handle me.

This is the perfect example of someone who should really keep their mouth shut.


Frothy Afterbirth Says:
Um yeah, Chronic Master Bater is more of attention getting queen who just can’t get over himself. I don’t even think this twat has ever gotten a clue that posting comments onto a blog albeit to yours or another is to also satisfy their own self righteous indulgence. Nor do I think the light bulb in his head has turned on to the fact that anyone who has a blog, a website, a business, just about anything that can be sold/traded whether be it goods, services or just the freely exchange of ideas and thoughts is ALL self serving. Literature, architecture, entertainment, education, debate, sports, the arts are all areas of subject where a person can expand their self worth, their importance, and their egos upon others. So if he doesn’t think these examples and his disparaging comments are not egotistical, then so be it. He is eating his own hypocritical bullshit.

So why do you Master Bater continue to argue your point? You just made yourself into the true bane of hypocrisy. Alix is posting your comments, replying to it at every turn with the truth, and correcting your improper use of definitions. Kudos, you just made me laugh at your stupidity.

I’m mean shit. Look at what the fuck I’m doing right now. The same thing by insulting your cunt self down to the level of grade school idiocy. I have no problems spewing shit since I do it regularly over the blogosphere. By no means, does this make my dick bigger, it just means there’s a troll whom I can’t stand in my sights and I will take that person out with glee.

My advice for you is to get off the fucking internet and find a life. Man up and face it pal, you just got yourself “learned” by pornstar.

Frothy Afterbirth
“The Greatest Vaginal Discharge!”
June 10th, 2009 at 4:16 pm

Alix Says:
Oh how I love you Frothy Afterbirth! I have missed your wisdom so! You ripped his asshole bigger than I did.
June 11th, 2009 at 12:26 am


Frothy Afterbirth Says:
No problem Alix. I wasn’t even venting.
June 11th, 2009 at 10:18 pm


Yes, I know I like being too argumentative but hey I'll throw in my 2 cents to defend someone anytime. BTW I'm not a porn star. She is; just clarifying. And no I haven't fucked her, took photos, been on webcam with her or bought any of her videos and pic sets. It's the truth and I'm just one plain crazy dude to not to.

A few more fighting & ridicule:
Dipshit Numbah 1

Does This Mean You Want Me To Fuck Your Mother?

Being Logical and Mean

I'm all for traffic cameras. I have no problems with them being used at intersections to be a deterrent and to catch red light runners or around schools. This seems to be a no brainer but many in the public do not think so. More to do with having a fear with Big Brother is watching or another avenue for municipalities to tax them.

Privacy concerns are rightly fully tossed aside because people have forgotten that driving is privilege and not a right and while driving you are within public view. It's the reason why many states have laws against windows being tinted dark or no tints for the windshield. This has always been a safety issue in that drivers have to see each other in order to gauge their intent. One common example when four cars arrive at an intersection at exactly the same time all going in opposite and in perpendicular directions.

To address this, many municipalities program their cameras to only take photos of just the license plate and not a wider image which might have shown the model and make of a vehicle and who is really behind the wheel.  This in my opinion is a misguided because in traffic court, it will show:  A) Proof that you are the driver and therefore will pay the fine with NO excuses or B) If a driver contests that he/she is not the driver and had to be someone else then there's verifiable proof to their argument.

In Germany, the cameras take two pictures of the whole vehicle with the face of the driver in it. An envelope with the photos and the ticket of the road infraction is mailed to the violator two weeks later. It will show that you not only crossed the line but also ran the red light. But it will also show that even though you did cross the line and maybe halfway into the crosswalk but stopped in time before entering the intersection. A plea can be made about this since the second photo indeed shows the vehicle at a complete stop. But you have a slim chance in winning your case because traffic laws in Germany are highly strict. There is no wiggle room. Germany gets envied for having autobahns with no speed limits but very few who have never been or lived there realize it's only a few have this and at a limited distance. Usually it's no more than 20 miles long. One autobahn I've been on and noticed this is between Ulm and Augsburg.

Germans are sneaky bastards. Unless you are blind, there is always a warning sign of a traffic camera before driving into camera zone and you can see them in their box sitting at the top of a metal pole either on the side of road or on an island at an intersection in the middle of street. That is not always the case. I remember coming off Autobahn 8, the one that goes from Stuttgart to Munich and ended up on a winding road into a small town with a Y intersection. I think it's either Scharnhausen or Nellingen. I did see the warning sign at a curve before entering town but I initially saw no cameras around at the intersection. Until I noticed across at the center point of the intersection were a group of garbage bins with one of them having a perfectly symmetrical round hole. Devious, just devious to have a hidden camera in right there. The use of garbage bins now seem to not so exclusive to Germans and are used elsewhere too but it's the first country I've actually seen them.

This isn't the only ploy, I've seen the Polizei standing at an overpass with a tripod camera pointed at the traffic below to catch speeders. I've seen them on the side of the Autobahn with the same cameras and I've seen it in action. In one incident, my family were heading north on the Autobahn going toward Heilbronn or Heidelberg. I forget which one, all I know is that we were going north but I do remember the speed limit was 140 kph (87 mph to those not metrically inclined). Yeah it goes that high, though I think I've seen a 160 kph (99 mph) sign. Anyways we were in the middle lane, then comes a Porsche whizzing by in the inner lane and had to be going 140 mph. 30-40 seconds later around a curve, I see a flash go off in the far distance. Gotcha, I knew what it meant. One minute later, we are passing by a Polizei squad car parked on the side and a tripod camera out. 

Pro camera as I am, I do have one issue. I do not know how it is set up in Germany or elsewhere in the world but here in the U.S or in my state, third party for profit entities are in contract with the city to collect the data and mail to those traffic violators with the ticket of their infraction with a photo of their violation. In some cities, a photo is not even given which finds fault in all kinds of legalities. Most contracts have these companies to also provide maintenance to all cameras. I have a problem with this because in many cases, no ordinances are passed to lawfully make sure equipment is correctly maintained and in full operating order. Like those of radar gun or a breathalyzer. Having law enforcement or a government entity be in direct control of speed and red light cameras is clearly the logical choice since the cities and counties already do the same with their own utilities division. Maintaining street lights, traffic lights, road lineage and signage. But this comes with an additional cost to the general budget and will make municipalities liable to more responsibility. So the cheap way is hire companies to do the work for them.

Which leads to another problem. As it is, third parties can collect a profit of up to 40% of the ticketing fees while the remaining go to the city. In some cases I've read, it's as high as 60% in other cities. If the city had full control to the maintenance and traffic collection then they will have 100% of the proceeds generated into the general fund or enough to maintain the cameras. But it will also mean hiring more people to do the job, now hard to come by with many city budgets dwindling or are in the red from fallen tax revenue. In essence, I think the public is getting short changed to not get 100% of the benefit no matter how ugly people think of when getting written for a ticket.

Why am so in favor? Well have you ever talked to or know a person to have been T-boned by red light runner or been to their funeral? I'm taking a very educated guess  that many opponents of red light cameras have not. Technically you're hearing from a victim who had been T-boned.  I was riding in a school bus and sitting on the opposite side when a van ran a stop sign before making an impact. I wasn't shaken up, no one got hurt but the hit was hard enough to knock the bus off the road nearly missing the telephone pole scraping the right side as it passed the row I was sitting in. A large dent where the impact occurred was on the left side and fortunately below the floor line. This was just two traffic incidents I've been in involving buses, to no fault on the bus drivers and everything to do with inattentive drivers. And technically I've been in more than two traffic accidents, first one was severe enough for me to have never been born. An explanation I may reserve for another time. But the fact is I would have been injured if I was riding in a car than in a 10-15 ton behemoth.

All three accidents happened while I was a kid and a fetus. None so far as an adult although there are numerous times with close calls as I was crossing the street when I had the right of way. What I mean by right of way is the light said "WALK" and not because pedestrians trump cars whenever they cross the street legally or not. I recall one time, a car was making a right turn with driver's head turned to the left and never looking to the right therefore witnessing me about to step off the curb because I had the right of way to cross. Like this one bitched who I watched (my head was turned over my left shoulder) from the time she pulled up to the corner with her looking  only to the left all the way. Never paid attention to me or to the light. I stopped just in time avoiding my foot to be runned over as she drove off within inches of me. The next time this happens, I will kick a dent into their car.

The point is speed cameras and red light cameras are a safety issues that benefit the public and not a privacy one. I'm not too much in fear of Orwellian conspiracies because these type of cameras only activate at the exact time of an infraction. Where as video surveillance cameras overlooking public streets and parks are more of a concern. Those who can complain red light tickets are just another unwanted tax but I will make a counter claim that it's only offenders who pay this tax and there are ways if you're truly innocent to have it rescinded in court. Speeding 5 mph above the speed limit in a school zone is forgivable, 10+ on the highway is also forgivable. Running the red light 1 second after it turns red is possibly forgivable but 2 seconds or you just passed vehicles at complete stop in the other lane is not and should have your license and vehicle taken away. Cause an accident that seriously or fatally injure others, then if you lived through the malady, your punishment is to burn inside the vehicle you drove in. I have no sympathies. The law is the law, if you can't follow them, then you have no right to drive.

I hate being bitten but who doesn't. The latest is a first for me, the dreaded Kissing Bug. Why is it called this? Because they tend to bite people around the mouth when people are sleeping only to wake up and look in the mirror to see a nasty surprise. I remember watching an episode of "Inside Edition"  more than a few years ago where they did a piece on some guy who had this Kissing bug incident that put him in the hospital.

Normal inflammation and swelling occurs similar to that of a mosquito bite which isn't really a bite. Mosquitoes do not have mouths, rather they puncture their victims. But unlike a mosquito bite, the ones a Kissing Bug or Triatoma protracta (to those who love Latin) leaves behind is a dark bruise. So can you imagine an individual having this bruising around their mouth like a miniaturized person socked them or gave a small but very noticeable hickey. No amount of make-up will cover the blemish. The swelling and itching lasts about a week followed by the bruise for another week.


Triatoma protracta (commonly called Western Conenose, vinchuca, Mexican bedbugs or Kissing Bug) is an assassin bug (family Reduviidae) of the order Hemiptera. A 2 cm, brown-black nocturnal insect found in forests. Common in the southwestern USA.

This particular species lives in association, and feeds almost exclusively on wood rats of the genus Neotoma. While this species carries the parasite that can cause Chagas disease, it rarely infects humans as defecation is delayed 20-30 minutes after feeding, in contrast to the immediate defecation behaviour displayed by the Latin American species. The Western Conenose is still dangerous as its bite is painless, and its saliva can cause allergic reactions up to and including anaphylactic shock.

I think it is the Kissing Bug that bit me because of the similarities, the bruise on the point of the bite. I also see them crawling on the walls once in awhile and I seem to be encountering more of them indoors due to the warm weather. Fortunately, the bite reserved on me was just my big toe and relieved to not come down with any symptoms.  I have no idea how or when I got it. I do not remember anything biting me. Had to be while I'm on the computer late at night like tonight and every other night with my bare feet posing as a very tempting treat under the desk. Mindful there are also spiders lurking about. Currently the itching has stopped and the bruise has almost disappeared.

Be as that may, it pales in comparison to being bit by one tiny little worker fire ant on the forearm which turned red and swollen. How that came to be was more of my fault because I couldn't stop scratching one hellish itch which aggravated the situation more. It took the better part of the day with my arm in a bag of ice to bring the swelling down and provide temporary relief from the relentless itching. I do not want to imagine what a bite from a soldier fire ant might feel like.

Then there are flea bites which should be considered as cruel torture. At one time I had two dozen bites around my torso. I just moved into a new apartment and the furniture were not due to arrive for weeks so I had to sleep on the floor with just a foam mat under me. The type you take for camping and placed under the sleeping bag. The next morning I woke up and saw all these red welts all over my back and abs. They itched and I scratched and kept at it. The previous tenants must have had a pet and management didn't do a thorough job steam cleaning the carpets. Much of my hell went on for a couple of weeks but much of the itching didn't stop until almost month passed by.

My big beef with flea bites is they leave dark scars that will not disappear for years afterward and will also continue to itch on and off. Mind you it was my fault again because I continuously scratched the itches and more likely prolonged my suffering; the real reason why there are scars.  I couldn't help it. The scars took 5-6 long years for it to fully heal and disappear. Multiple flea bites have only happened to me twice. More the wiser during the second time around as I disciplined myself to scratch less and liberally used Neosporin with an entire package of band aids resulting in hardly any blemishes. 2-3 weeks is what it took before I felt relief. 

To be bitten: Two legs, four legs, six legs, eight legs, tentacles, fins... no one likes it not even by the cute but wrongly named Kissing Bug.