by B.J. on 8/31/2002 10:41:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

[Title Added 08/30/03: The First Line from Friends' Blogs in 50 Years As if everyone would be blogging forever. . .]

September 1, 2052

The ageless Dr. Cre
"wahoooo say hello to the newest driver... who can stay out till 9 pm...wahoo"

A graying Shot Caller Waller
"Stupid bitch, I shrank another inch today. I think I'm going to die thru disappearance."

Blistering-loud BLEP
"MY poor ricky got deaf today...aww poor little cute old boy...and he puked on my black shirt"

Punker BLEP Jr

Pink
"There You Go"

Please don't come around talkin bout that you love me
Cuz that love shit just ain't for me
And I dont wanna hear that you adore me. . ."

"What's-in-those-pants"-Su-Way
"ray wasn't man enough for me...i think i'll stick with the big doofus white man"

Shar
"ill, i'm old enough for all the old men who used to hit on me when i was 17"

Partner
". . .if I can just get it. . .then do it. . .and do it. . .one more time, i think i will be happy b-cuz i'm a nerd like that. . .i'm all out of love, i'm all out love. . ."

Keith
"omg, i kno what they were talkin about"

[Edit 08/30/03: Boy was I funny. : | ]

 

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by B.J. on 8/31/2002 08:13:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

[Edited on 11/07/03]

Funny Conversation

This is for you anyway ! Wahaaa ! (Clock is one hour ahead)

Buthafly [12:21 AM]: huuuuuuuuuuuuun
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:21 AM]: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat ?
Buthafly [12:23 AM]: im bored
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:27 AM]: OK
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:27 AM]: So what you want me to do ?
Buthafly [12:27 AM]: sing
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:28 AM]: OK fine
Buthafly [12:28 AM]: and dance
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:29 AM]: OK here ya go: "Ooh baby you want me ? Ooh baby you want me ? You can get this lapdance for free. You can go and get this lapdance for free !"
Buthafly [12:29 AM]: uhm
Buthafly [12:30 AM]: wut songs that
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:30 AM]: Lapdance
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:30 AM]: I did a two in one for you
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:30 AM]: Just for you
Buthafly [12:30 AM]: bwaaahaaaaa
Buthafly [12:31 AM]: i want the live version
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:31 AM]: Haha, tomorrow
Buthafly [12:33 AM]: okai
Buthafly [12:33 AM]: id give u a dollar
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:33 AM]: Wow, a whole dollar
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:33 AM]: Gee, thanks
Buthafly [12:34 AM]: fine
Buthafly [12:34 AM]: two dollars
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:34 AM]: OK, that should make it all better
Buthafly [12:35 AM]: hellz yah it better
Buthafly [12:35 AM]: next song
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:37 AM]: Oh baby you
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:37 AM]: You Got What I Need
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:37 AM]: You Say I'm Just A Friend withbenefits
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:38 AM]: You Say I'm Just A Friend withbenefits
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:38 AM]: Waaaahaaa
DArkB L u esmOKE [12:38 AM]: Waka Waka Waka
Buthafly [12:38 AM]: wut the heeeznuts
Buthafly [12:38 AM]: thats my song for u
Buthafly [1:34 AM]: conan time
Auto response from DArkB L u esmOKE [1:34 AM]: DArkB L u esmOKE is online but may be away from AOL right now.

Buthafly [1:36 AM]: but im not gona IM u a hundred n forty sumtin times and have it posted for everyone to see in ur entertainment space

[See what this is in reference to]

 

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by B.J. on 8/31/2002 06:40:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Hit 'em where it hurts. . .

 

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by B.J. on 8/30/2002 08:00:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Hook, Roll, and Slide

In my blurry consciousness, my parents were going to sell my car right after I left at a cheesy $1200.

And I was also wowed that The MTV Awards were yestrday. That looked like some cheesy documentary. Oh well, whatever.

Just like almost anyone to the kids who are Amber Alerted. What is up with that ?

And that putz Rudy Giuliani ain't a frikkon hero.

What is up with Princess Diana getting more attention than Mother Teresa 5 years after their deaths ? "Prolly" because Mother Teresa didn't have sexy legs and wear skirts short like an airball.

Which Jay Williams doesn't throw up !

Which I hope I won't do when I watch ONE HOUR PHOTO with Robin Williams in it. I can feel the potential greatness of that movie.

Just like I can feel the potential greatness of my college career. Wahoooooooo.

 

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by B.J. on 8/29/2002 09:21:00 PM 7 comments Print this post

[Edited 11/07/03 because this post is just whoa]

Redondo Beach: Then and Now

After licking the salt off the watermelon seeds and eating lunch at some structure near a parking lot, I raced down to the super-populated arcades. They had a mind-boggling amount of games, which left my head twisting and shaking. The ride even looked mad cool there. I hassled someone for tokens and wasted them on some useless slim pickens game. Still holding my last token, I took a curious glance at some new game. The graphics blew the competition. The NBA players looked more true-to-life than some neatly-drawn cartoons. All the random and out-of-this-world tricks lit my eyes to a fire ! Everything moved with such fluidity that I thought I should give it a shot. Caught up in the piss-my-pants excitement I didn't really care that I blew a whole quarter on the half quarter of play on trying to figure out what button was to shoot and pass and do all that crazy shit. . .and yeah. The fading memory, however, came at the beach with me shouting and touting "Fun ! Excitement ! Adventure !" as if I was Barnum to some Bailey. Oh wait. Haha !

A Sega Genesis, Playstation, Playstation 2, a hundred bowls of digested spaghetti, and a hundred gallons of milk later, I walk back to the scene of the this childhood conflagration. For a quick second there, I wondered where all the people went. The sand was stabbing its sharp perils on my freekin' feet with each g-damn step. It didn't get better going inside the water. That arcade with the cool basketball game looked as big as that Coffee Bean by Albertson's and as sanitary as the toilets in Griffith Park. . .during Waterfest. The rides weren't as extravagant and we ended up just riding that little merry-go-round that you could find at any local K-mart. Disappointment setting in.

But there was one positive.

I walk in and see some stupid play-with-your-money-and-get-tickets games. The arcade games were in the back, and the first thing I notice is a nice wooden arcade station of pong. It was probably the first game ever installed there. I'm guessing 1968 with it's black and white colors, it's futuristic-at-the-time print, and simplistic one-button play. I can't believe that I was going to blow a quarter on that over every other high-tech game there. Oh, but I didn't, and here's my 25 cents, but I wasted a lot more than that in making the trip to that beach.

 

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Rant About Dick and Bush

by B.J. on 8/27/2002 10:38:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

That's IT ! Impeach that Dick and Bush in office ! Those morons will get us killed. Two hundred years, we've been reactionary in military action, but now following in the line of such proactive greats as Napoleon and Hitler, we're headed on a one-way ticket to Hell. If you thought BJ Clinton was perverted, then you should think about what sick mind would attack others when they haven't been attacked. Dick Cheney is also a corporate fraud, but we've seem to have forgotten about that. See you in the crossroads !


Beavis and Butthead Rape America. :Sigh:

[Edit 08/30/03: About 300 dead US Troops later in Iraq as of 08/30/03. . .Imagine if you lost a dad, a brother, or a friend to the neolithic tradition of combat.]

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A Day for the Albums

by B.J. on 8/27/2002 09:46:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


Flashbacks of prom night. What I tried to show Miss Pingy at the LAC.


Next time I will know this guy's name !

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A Day for the Albums!

by B.J. on 8/27/2002 09:41:00 PM 0 comments Print this post


What the 10 West, 405 North, and walking up so many flights of stairs can do to ya.


What I lacked, but saw in abundance all day --- quality H20.


I was walking and breathing where they were walking and breathing !


SOMEONE will be gunning it in this car pretty soon !


Flashbacks of "prom night" in the museum. Also the picture I was trying to show to Pingy.


Next time he will be so familiar that I will know his name !

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by B.J. on 8/27/2002 06:54:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

TRIPOD DUDE ! Stop being such a baby and give me back my image of Jayne Kennedy. If it weren't for me, no other horny male (redundant) would care to search, in which your dusty site would appear and blow everyone out of the water. It's only going to be on the main page of my site for a few more days.

 

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by B.J. on 8/26/2002 08:45:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

[Edited on 11/07/03. See how I reacted to this festival a year later]

Bitching About Parking Thanks to that Damn Gay Festival

Holla if you've seen Venice Beach ! The real Heart of LA ! Crowded and hard to park, eh ?

Same label of "heart of LA" applies to that damn Sunset Junction mess also known as "Gay Festival" in front of my street yestrday.

They really should have strict parking standards like permits only for fucking residents only here because it's a bitch trying to find any especially yestrday and any weekend afternoon. The kicker is that in white "residential" areas, there are ridiculous parking restrictions like no parking at all after 6 PM, 2-hour-limit, etc. when the street is as empty as a Clippers game, which is how those retard overweight, donut-eating, with black glasses thicker than J-Lo's ass, rent-a-cops named Warren have earned their nuts and beans by placing tickets on unfortunate motherfucks like myself who didn't take the time to read their 20 signs regarding the parking there. Punk mothafuckaz (American History X Black guy voice --- like the Respected One, Mary, Partner, and the Weasel would know). Dude, those white "residential" areas, have 2-story houses with real backyards and garages neatly and carefully organized, complete with a set of 4 white people packaged neatly in each house, while my hood consists of like 15 straight apartments jumbled up a fucking hill and gays, Mexicans, and Flips stuffed in bunches like Elton John's night before. The only perk is that I get to stay out late. But then they can get me on curfew.

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by B.J. on 8/24/2002 10:10:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Sitting slapped up in the only room in my house with an air conditioner, I flipped my attention to this ABC special about Sports Legends, which I used to watch quite a lot as a chunky-faced wannabe-balling 13-year old, back and forth with that Snake game. The show finally hit the junction about their only female host, which erected my stance and entranced my eyes. OK not really, I just paid extra attention. Ya know I'm eyeing only 1 girl like that, haha ! (Pssst, here's a pic anyway)



Yeah, so she was hot, but I never realized how open-minded that show was. A black, female, host during the time of Ronald "women-have-no-rights-at-all" Raygun. As a 7th-grader watching this, I thought that the show was a bit quirky, as the interviewer and interviewee did some activity during the interview, and wondering what the hell all that bullshit and beating around was about. I understand now that it was to bring the interviewee's guard down. This particular blog might mean something someday when I connect concepts at SC !

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by B.J. on 8/24/2002 01:15:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Ebert and Roeper on the Tonight Show. They argued in front of Jay. A lot for show. A little because they were engaged in debate. Generally, people don't argue in front of an audience like that. People usually just state their opinions and discuss them like adults on those kind of talk shows. Ebert and Roeper get a two thumbs down for that lame performance, kinda like the acting in A Walk to Remember. That Simon guy from American Idol also takes things quite far in terms of what he says, which makes you wonder if he really thinks like that (or question his existence). However, sometimes what he says does contain a grain of truth, but that's only sometimes.

And sometimes, Conan comes up with funny stuff without trying too hard, like Partner thinks. First he starts off with a stupid tidbit I didn't catch elsewhere --- GWB tried to catch Stevie Wonder's attention by waving at him from the audience. Genius President. Then Conan busts out the Jesus statues. Jesus playing baseball. Jesus running track. In second place. Jesus playing basketball. Taunting kids with the ball. Jesus playing hockey. In a Robe. Jesus and football. #21 tackles Jesus. Jesus and Golf. Jesus and Tae Kwon Do. Great stuff. Thirdly, Conan takes us on a 50's-like documentary about how to get into his show and shows how you just take a ticket from a glaze-eyed guy standing next to an elevator, how you meet Joel Goddard (the announcer) in the elevator, how he spaces out, and stares at you, how a pre-show comedian picks his nose and rubs his boogers on you and laughs hysterically, how the band walks in and dances with its pants off, how Conan struts in complaining to his 3 female assistants, how he gives a fake smile when he sees the viewer, how he begs the viewer to laugh at his jokes and how he will go away if you do, and finally, how you'll be locked in as the show's prisoner. I'm gassed out like one of Ray's cars.

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by B.J. on 8/23/2002 05:53:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

If I can pull for Su-way, I can pull for this John Stalin guy, whom I unnecessarily ripped yestrday only because I didn't like the way he looked. From here on out, I hope he does well.

 

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by B.J. on 8/22/2002 08:47:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Aye, Sue, Su-Way

Least you won't be pulled over for DWB. You'll probably be even paler the next time our paths cross with all the cheese you'll be stuffing down your piehole washed down by 5 bottles of Smirnoff (or something strong since it's also the brewer state) during those crazy cram sessions designed especially for potential engineers. Also because of the way the Bulls will abuse the Bucks and Clippers. Hey I hear Foster Farms is stationed there. Oh well, have fun. I'm at SC. Peace and Love. BJ.

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by B.J. on 8/22/2002 07:54:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

I just awoke to the tune of my little 4'9 sister beating me in my job. Haha, maybe that's a sign that I should go back to work, but I also had signs that I would die on Tuesday with my headache and sore shoulders. I think it was also because of that stupid falling tooth dream of BStingol's, who's walls are as thick as her forearms. I was convinced that everything was going downhill. Everyone else was joining the wall party the NOW-UNRESPECTED one flamed up. Or no just Sue. Uncool ! I'm crashing the walls like Blue Crush. I c u like a hospital. Sharlene and Stingol Jr rule.

The first thing I see when I wake up is this mulatto, chunky, balding, squinting new weatherman on NBC that replaces that brown bar of sunshine that is Christopher Nance. This new dude, John, tried real hard to be like Christopher, whom no one should try be like. He tried to crack the audience up with lame jokes that he laughed at to make them seem funny. The perennially-cheery-its-scary Christopher Nance always chants at the 6:45 "Let's take our morning jawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwg around the Southland," so John tried that, and miserably failed, ceasing his yelling at "Let's", after realizing how lame it was and quickly whispering in "take our morning jog around the Southland." The whole scene was so bad that an indifferent-faced (that is a what-the-hell-are-you-doing-face ?) Kelly "boobies" Mack subtly told him on camera "to take a rest."

On the Today Show, the guy who dissed Blue Crush and Austin Powers 3 loves One Hour Photo with Robin Williams and Spy Kids 2 and it's fantastic gadgets. One thing I do like about GWB is that he runs avidly. He actually granted an interview to Runner's World and was on the Front Cover. This Runner's World editor, Bob Wischnia, wearing his "runner shoes" to staple down the idea that he himself was a "runner", described GWB as articulate and whatever. He came up with answers in bursts instead of smoothly and continously. Interviewed by a leggy straight-haired redhead in red, he giggled like my sister when she's "gossiping" with her friends. That's a runner for ya.

 

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by B.J. on 8/21/2002 12:03:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

David Westerfield has been found guilty. This case has been blaring in front of my face for months, and I still understand very little of it ! I'm supposed to be a Legal Studies Major ! For some reason, I can't get pumped up about these media cases, like Keithenheimer when he sees Victoria's secret granny underwear on a mannequin. Looking at the LSATs and hearing horror stories from "sis" about how people quit their jobs just to study for that crazy test are as comforting and soothing as a walk across the hilly, shouting atmosphere of Immac. The made-in-10-minutes-yellow brochure for UCSC legal studies on my knee however offers some solace in saying that law school isn't the only way to go from there: "It is a good preparation for a variety of future activities. Students graduating in Legal Studies are particularly well qualified to pursue graduate work on legal topics in humanities and social science disciplines, or to attend professional school in fields such as public policy, business administration, social work, and law (no thanks !)."

 

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by B.J. on 8/20/2002 10:42:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Telemarketer: "Sir, how would you like to subscribe to the Daily Reporter ?"

Customer: "It's 6:30 in the morning. On a Saturday."

Telemarketer: "You will get a copy everyday.

Customer: "I want to sleep."

Telemarketer: "You will only have to pay $24.99 for one year.

Customer: "Oh OK, fine."

Telemarketer: (Lights up in a business-like manner) "You get a total of 365 copies."

(Customer simultaneously gets up, busses to Baltimore airport, flies to Cleveland)

Customer: "(Still half-asleep) Mmmhmm Yes."

Telemarketer: "You can also get a complimentary magazine for. . .

(Indifferent-faced customer walks in, brings out a hammer, and slams telemarketer's phoneline)

Telemarketer:. . .an. . .(customer slams phone) additonal (and again). . .charge (and again)

Haha, need a crunch ?

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A Dream

by B.J. on 8/18/2002 08:21:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

In my last level of subconsciousness, I stood poised ready to attack a bunch of Iraqi rebels surrounding a broken down school bus with water balloons and knives (haha, no kidding). Our commander was barking out instructions that I couldn't understand, and as I began the descent from the slider on the rope, I forced myself back because I was too scared ! Suddenly, I end up in front of this Baghdad-style marketplace with UHHH---MURR-I-KUNN people. I felt like I was in that Tofu Festival all over again. All of a sudden, we (I assume the crew) end up at this booth with a celebrity, maybe Big Boi from Outkast. A security guard steps in my way to see Big Boi and says it's past hours. He then gets some blonde security guard girl with her top twisted in a knot revealing her belly and threatens me with a plastic-handled serrated edged knife. I say, "Uh uh, it's not Cutco ! You can't do damage on me !" The security guard girl and I have a shouting match as I am slowly walk away and tail off into some Beverly Hills mansion, where army men with sunglasses tell me the mission failed. Aye !. . .Caramba !

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by B.J. on 8/17/2002 05:08:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Da Bulls



The Bulls acquired a new player yestrday named Donyell "I-wear-cornrows-like-Cressa's-2001-prom-date" Marshall (#42), who's as old as the rectangular butter in my refrigerator and performs like the chefs at the Italian seafood Restauraunt at Santa Cruz --- good, but not great. This guy's expected to be the second motor to another old dude named Jalen Rose (#5) who plays kinda like Michael Jordan, but not really. Anyway, the engines haven't even been upgraded to their full potential yet. They haven't gotten their "muscles" like Fred would say. These great engines are none other than the 7'1 run-like-a-deer Tyson Chandler (#3), the Baby Shaq with a cool 'tude, whom they call Eddy Curry (#2), the other turbo accelerator Jay Williams (#22), and the piston because he can shoot that is J-Crossover (Jamal Crawford #1). These young guys aren't expected to blast the car right away, but they're expected to develop most of their potential within the next 3 years to become a super-powered car that will propel them to an NBA championship. So, this year, out of a possible 82 games, I foresee 35 wins, a 14-game improvement over last year's up-and-down 21-win year. Eee.

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by B.J. on 8/17/2002 04:24:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Justin Timberlake is complaining about Janet Jackson using him "ONLY" for sex.

 

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by B.J. on 8/16/2002 07:54:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Families of 9/11 victims sueing the government of Sudan and about 4 other defendant groups should FUCKING CAN IT. The hell with that. We fund the CIA, another terrorist group, to defoliate Peru, or rape Okinawan woman, but both of those places are much less powerful than the US to try and sue. That shit doesn't show up on the news because it's a scar on our country. I'm extremely grateful I didn't lose a family member to the 9/11 attacks, but UH-MURRR-I-KUNNNNZ have gone on with their lives and have been quickly helped back to gunning it on the I-95 at 105 mph on their used Beamers. Now what about the Sudanese folk, most of whom can barely hustle together a meal without finding infectious insects on it, and end up appearing in those infomercials calling to feed the hungry ? The government's already making less in a year than Bill Gates does in a month and has a debt of 24.9 billion. If the people weren't so poor, I don't think the citizens would spend their time hating the world, thus turn to terrorism. These families of 9/11 victims gotta think.

 

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by B.J. on 8/16/2002 03:10:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Here I am scared of ants in my cereal at 2 in the morning, meticulously selecting what I should and shouldn't eat, while some kid in Nicaragua rummages the garbage dump to find. . .well. . .food that fell on the ground and then some from kids like me.

 

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by B.J. on 8/14/2002 06:42:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

The Left Hand Speaks, While the Right Hand Listens

That lady kidnapper had already lost 4 kids.

She thought she could get away with stealing 1 back from another family.

Apparently, "The Amber System works well." RJ and I wondered why it took so long to devise such a system.

Hopefully, the media won't explode coverage on Jessica just to assuage the Hispanic audience. . .

And forget about other cases.

[Edit 08/30/03: "just to assuage the Hispanic audience." Now, I realize that the news isn't "just to assuage the Hispanic audience." News is determined by whatever gets ratings. Pre-Spring Semester and Bowling for Columbine Days, I was such a bigot.]

 

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by B.J. on 8/13/2002 05:48:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

What I woke up to (I put my clock an hour early) ---
Auto response from DArkB L u esmOKE [1:32 AM]: Wake ME up with an IM at 12:30 AM so I can watch Conan.
Buthafly [1:32 AM]: beeejaaaaaai...wek up wek up wek up
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: hallllooooooooooooooooow
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: okai ima sing for u
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: "i dont wana close my eyes
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: i dont wana fall asleep
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: coz i miss yah baybee
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: and i dont wana miss a thaaang
Buthafly [1:33 AM]: coz even wen i dreaaam of u
Buthafly [1:34 AM]: iono the words nemore
Buthafly [1:34 AM]: so
Buthafly [1:34 AM]: ima shuttup
Buthafly [1:35 AM]: uhm
Buthafly [1:35 AM]: orite
Buthafly [1:35 AM]: conan's missing u
Buthafly [1:36 AM]: but who gives
Buthafly [1:36 AM]: apparently not u
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: fine lets sing another song
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: hhhmmmmm
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: lets see....
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: ohhh i knooowww
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: "i wana know ur name and
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: i wana know if u gotta man
Buthafly [1:37 AM]: i wana know everything
Buthafly [1:38 AM]: i wana know ur number and sumptin sumptin
Buthafly [1:38 AM]: i wana know wut u like
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: i wana know so i can do it all nite
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: but ur tellin me im jus a friend
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: ur tellin me im jus a friend
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: oohh baybee uuuu
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: u got wut i neeeeeed
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: but u say im jus a friend
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: but u say im jus a friend
Buthafly [1:39 AM]: oh i can bee ur fantasssyyy
Buthafly [1:40 AM]: but u say im jus a friend
Buthafly [1:40 AM]: and u say im jus a frieend
Buthafly [1:40 AM]: okai id sing the next verse
Buthafly [1:40 AM]: but im getting tired
Buthafly [1:41 AM]: and i dont think this is actually working
Buthafly [1:41 AM]: so um
Buthafly [1:41 AM]: hhmm
Buthafly [1:41 AM]: okai conan's startiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
Buthafly [1:41 AM]: woooohooooooo
Buthafly [1:42 AM]: halowww
Buthafly [1:42 AM]: waaahooo
Buthafly [1:42 AM]: wahoooo fish tacos
Buthafly [1:42 AM]: do u know that place
Buthafly [1:43 AM]: okai then
Buthafly [1:43 AM]: im getting sleepy
Buthafly [1:43 AM]: so maybe i should go
Buthafly [1:44 AM]: naw jk
Buthafly [1:44 AM]: christina applegate's on conan
Buthafly [1:44 AM]: i think
Buthafly [1:44 AM]: iono
Buthafly [1:46 AM]: ladilaaa
Buthafly [1:46 AM]: dooobidoooooo
Buthafly [1:46 AM]: dumdidumdumdum
Buthafly [1:47 AM]: badumpdumppppssssh
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: okai ur missing the whole show
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: sucks to be u
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: u suck
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: liike a duck
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: waahaa
Buthafly [1:48 AM]: okai
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: uhm
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: i dont think this is working
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: coz ur on away
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: am i correct?
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: maybe not
Buthafly [1:49 AM]: hjmmmm
Buthafly [1:50 AM]: okai time for a new song
Buthafly [1:50 AM]: "its late in the evening
Buthafly [1:50 AM]: she's wondering wut clothes to wear
Buthafly [1:50 AM]: she puts on her makeup
Buthafly [1:51 AM]: and brushes her long brown hair
Buthafly [1:51 AM]: and then she asked me
Buthafly [1:51 AM]: do i look alrute
Buthafly [1:51 AM]: and i say darling u look wonderful tonite
Buthafly [1:51 AM]: dooodoodoodooo
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: doodoodoodooo
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: we go to a party
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: and everyone turns to see
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: this beautiful lady
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: who's walking arounf with me
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: and then she asked me
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: do u feeel alritee
Buthafly [1:52 AM]: and i say darling...i feel wonderful tonite
Buthafly [1:54 AM]: okai conan's driving his desk or sumtin
Buthafly [1:54 AM]: ooh john leguizano
Buthafly [1:54 AM]: okai thats not how u spell his last name
Buthafly [1:54 AM]: he's on conan
Buthafly [1:55 AM]: he's..wuts it called...tybalt in romeo n juliet
Buthafly [1:55 AM]: man that movie was kinda messed up
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: newayssss
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: okai
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: so yah
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: i think ima go to bed now
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: since this is not workin at all
Buthafly [1:56 AM]: so ima see u tom?
Buthafly [1:57 AM]: fwb
Buthafly [1:57 AM]: haahaa
Buthafly [1:57 AM]: okai no
Buthafly [1:57 AM]: oritey gniteynite

 

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by B.J. on 8/12/2002 07:16:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

I can be the biggest hypocrite in America sometimes. Aye.

 

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by B.J. on 8/11/2002 12:46:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

NEVER get news from Fox News Channel and their Republican snert anchors. Despite his hour-long vacation, they reported that he was working. . .as in jogging, having briefings, and most importantly "clearing branches from his 1600-acre ranch in Crawford Texas that will take a lifetime." Then one of them commented, "Doesn't seem like much of a vacation to me." Bitch, PLEASE !

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by B.J. on 8/11/2002 11:26:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

1-800-700-2851. Feed-A-[malnourished]-Child. Only $8/month. Box 8, Okla. City, OK 73101. I know that some of this from the infomercials is staged, but the images of popping rib cages and these stats aren't:
-Worldwide, there are approximately 1.1 billion people without clean water to drink, and 2.8 billion who lack access to basic sanitation. (UNDP, 1999) �
-Since 1975, some 75 percent of cultivated plants have become extinct. Tropical forests are decreasing by some 37 million acres a year. (FAO, 1999)
-An estimated one quarter of the world will suffer from chronic water shortages in the beginning of the next century. (UNEP, 1999)
-Every day, 25,000 people die as a result of poor water quality, and waterborne diseases still represent the single largest cause of human sickness and death worldwide.
-More than 1.5 billion people depend on ground water for their drinking water.
-Currently, 1.3 billion people in the world live on less than US $1 a day. (UNDP, 1999)
-Forty-eight million children and women are victims of war, natural disasters, extreme poverty and other forms of violence and exploitation. (World Bank, 1999)
-An estimated $21.6 billion is needed to provide microfinance services to 100 million of the world's poorest families. (VLOM, 1999)
-Less than two percent of poor people have access to financial services (credit or savings) from sources other than money lenders. (VLOM, 1999)
-At a time of record global prosperity, nearly half of the least developed countries get less to eat than they did 10 years ago.
-Approximately 840 million live with hunger and uncertain food supply. (UNDP, 1999)
-In developing countries, almost a third of children under age five are malnourished. (UNICEF.1999)
-Fifty-five percent of the 12 million child deaths under age five is due to malnourishment. Forty percent or 226 million of the children under age five living in the developing countries suffer stunting and wasting. (Hunger, 1999)
-The annual budget of the World Food and Agricultural Organization equals the cost of six days of cat and dog food in nine industrialized countries and five percent of the annual cost of diet products in one single industrialized country. (FAO, 1999)
http://www.womensedge.org/development/developmentstats.htm
I know that almost everyone who reads this "entertainment freak show (bl. . .bl. . .bl. . .og)" is college bound or already in it and strapped for money, but I just feel the need to call the attention to this, and hope that ALL who read (but would be happy with even just one) takes this with them as a concern for the future. My job at Vector directly supports this hunger cause and is trying to raise 1 million for the Share Our Strength program.

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Another Dream

by B.J. on 8/11/2002 08:38:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

Just a few minutes ago in my REM stage, my mom died. I grieved and felt so disoriented that I was going to just close my eyes and let my car just fall off the hill I always "bust a U" on. All of a sudden, I was driving on this flooded freeway with the Doc trying to get home. It was like Noah's Ark only there were about 1000 other high-speed arks trying to get to their places as well. I ended up at Ray's house, which magically morphed into what looked the bottom floor of the old condo I lived in. I found out that I was dead, as well as the Doc, K-Dawg, BLEP, Shar, Ray, the whole crew ! Ray sang this song about how BLEP died, which was thru cancer, which gave her headaches everyday and spread and spread. After that Jungle Book-like performace from Ray, he and K-Dawg told me that I could play with the minds of people who were alive by turning the lightbulbs on. . .counterclockwise. . .like Ray's house, haha. So I did that for 2 or 3 tries, and some big black dude who knew Keith, with magic glasses hugged the hell out of me. Then, I heard a herd of people coming up the escalator in Universal Studios, where I had magically travelled to, meeting up with other dead people and taking pictures. Out of the herd, I actually embraced my AP teacher and counselor. Then I finally saw my mom walking casually in her customary red long-sleeved collared shirt and black pants, gave her a big hug, and woke up to a a drunk-faced George W Bush. Wow, was it the 3 sips of the Smirny or the mystical effect of seeing the city and being a bit closer to the stars ?

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by B.J. on 8/11/2002 05:16:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

From a crumpled Saturday edition of the LA Times on the front page at Ray's house last night, I learned that the US school system has been plucking out Filipino teachers. . .frequently. . .favorably. . .more often than any other nationality. Five years ago, I would've celebrated for any mention of a Filipino, negative or positive, but these days, I'm whatever about it because I just think of myself as me and NOT "Filipino forever" or some crap like that. However, I still enjoy learning about other cultures and figuring out how their stereotypes have developed thru years of history, from Tofu culture to the Dippin' Dot and Funnel Cake culture ! Hungry now !

Stereotypes never really lead to anything positive, such as the way we've viewed terrorists this past year and haven't gotten anywhere in this "war on terrorism." Chris Kattan from Saturday Night Live just got finished bashing the Red Cross for complaining about how inhumane the terrorists were being treated in Cuba, just like Jay and other sheep comedians whose style pumps the crowd. A country of sheeps driven by the meat. By a disturbingly comfortable majority of UH-MURRRRRR-I-KUNZZZZZZ (Americans), it's become OK to point and laugh at residents of those bombed-out Arabic Middle Eastern countries. I mean the terrorist attacks were all wrong, but if it these were white Europeans from France, we wouldn't have bombed the hell out of France. In other words, you're not going to punch one trucker because another stupid truck cut you off during rush hour on the 101.

When my AP teacher from Larchmont last told us statistics in MARCH, the death toll for INNOCENT civilians in Afghanistan alone had already long surpassed the total death toll from the triple terrorist attacks by a clean 1000+. I don't want to imagine what it is now because Ima cringe even more at how our dear country still justifies its actions. I think our dear country reacted very impulsively and irresponsibly by bombing the whole country for the actions of a few. That would be like China bombing us for the KKK blowing up the Great wall because the KKK is a US-stationed terrorist organization that seems to be supported by a few.

The grudges between the US and the Arabic Middle East only grow deeper with each death on both sides. We're killing and losing husbands/fathers/brothers/uncles/wives/mothers/sisters/aunts/friends with no one except soldiers and Middle Eastern citizens noticing. With about 50% of the population under 20 years old, hungry, and illiterate in the Middle East, these civilians have still nowhere to turn to, which makes them easy suckers for the terrorist organizations. Throw in the propoganda that the "U.S. sucks" proving it by showing US troops perverting the Holy Land by running over it with tanks and carpet bombs and you have an easily pissed off-potential terrorist.

Ever since World War 2, the US has felt the need to play hero and paint a boogeyman just to waste even more money on the military. I really, truly respect the soldiers, but I think the money's best spent on fixing health care and the school system. It's called fixing yourself before fixing others. Twenty-million an hour, PRE-9/11, was INSANE enough, but a cool thirty-FIVE million an hour to the military is so insane that the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest would come back and DO IT AGAIN. With all the advances in technology, you'd a thought we'd have some complicated policy of ENGAGEMENT, instead of the neanderthal, homo erectus-style of handling conflicts --- war.

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by B.J. on 8/08/2002 06:53:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Here's a recap of the last few days:

-Went ballistic half for show for the Doc, and half because I was actually pissed off after fender bendering my newly-dubbed "sleeper (Playing the background is the show Doug's closing music. . .Denananananana nanananana nanananana na na !)."

-The Homo Habilis would've acted more dignified than I did, but he didn't have a girl to show off too, or thugs to scare off ! It was a cross of a 6-year old being denied a toy at Toys R Us and a fat woman on a treadmill on her period. Well, at least I entertained myself, and the 50 other onlookers.

-Went to MH (Michelle's house/mental hospital because it looks like that from the outside, whatever) for some soothing of the seething and the damage of the bleeding red "sleeper."

-Later told Michelle to get pissed off for no reason other than to get rid of her ubiquitous boredom.

-Furiously fought with BLEP over who would get what mental illness.

-I bet Ms. Case or whoever came in snorted some before she did the D.A.R.E. presentations.

-Speaking of "presentations", I've done the bare minimum to be great. DON'T THINK WHILE YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING, JUST WHILE YOU'RE PLANNING AROUND IT !

-Finally settled in to watch Cuckoo's Nest with the Doc in her nest.

Any questions ?

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by B.J. on 8/06/2002 05:44:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

They discovered some 200-ton wreckage from the Civil War today. How fun to see and hold something from another era. But enough about Doc's toddlers. Throughout the interview on the Today Show, I kept wondering what other things the Scientist/Historian has seen, how much he's made, how high Soledad O'Brien's skirt was, instead of focusing on the actual wreckage like I thought I usually did. I also thought the same way of the doctors who seperated the conjoined twins today. Except there was no Soledad O'Brien. I find it hard to comment on these extraordinary happenings without actually being there and knowing the context and all that bullshit.

I have a hard time coping with how some people get more attention to their deaths than others, such as Chick Hearn to Josh Ryan Evans. We all have a destiny, and it's not Josh's fault that he didn't tap into as many hearts as Chick did. We can't help feelings, but feelings should be kept out of the job, which is the reason I am troubled that Chick gets a 3-hour remembrance and Josh gets a 2-second blurb on the news. Then again, talking about a well-known person racks up ratings faster than a greyhound on a rocket. However, those deaths and breakthroughs aren't as exciting as a 40 mph car chase on the Interstate 5. :Sigh: BTW, the best freeway to gun it on is the 2 North to the 210 West where my car peaked at a flying 103 mph.

 

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by B.J. on 8/05/2002 11:50:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

The Songs People Who've Crossed My Path Remind Me Of

IMHO (In my humble opinion) ! Some explain themselves very well based on lyrics, but it's basically by the vibe of the song and the vibe of the person. Warning: Don't take this too seriously !

Doc = Black Eyed Peas - Go Go/Jennifer Lopez - Lets Get Loud/Ginuwine - Differences/Bust-A-Groove 2 - Happy Heart in the Sunshine
K-Dawg = Mark Morrison - Return of the Mack, Nivea - Don't Mess with My Man
Little sis = Nelly - Dilemma/Bust-A-Groove 2 - Happy Heart in the Sunshine
God-sis = Nelly - Dilemma
Partner = Jennifer Lopez - Let's Get Loud
Su-way = Sir Mix-A-Lot - Jump On It
Debutante = Xscape - Understanding
BLEP = Grand Theft Auto 3 - MSX Mix A
BLEP Jr = Pink - There You Go
NJ Cousins = Jungle Book - King Louie's theme/Styles - Good Times
Fred = Shaq - Straight Playin'/Tha Dogg Pound - New York, New York
Mich P = Monifah - Touch It

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by B.J. on 8/05/2002 11:49:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Jonn J = Damage - Wonderful Tonight (What else ?)
J/RJ/Dancer girl Zabala = Beatnuts - Watch Out Now (Because the last name rhymes with "Impala" !)
Joe Reyes = Fat Joe - What's Luv ?
Kat = Pink - Get the Party Started
Sharlene = Black Eyed Peas - Go Go
Michelle (Westwood Gap) = Brandy - Full Moon
JC and Justin = Beavis and Butthead theme song
Ray = P.Diddy - I Need a Girl
Oscar = Tyrese - Baby Boy
AP teacher = Ditto above
SC homey = Taco - Puttin' On the Ritz
Chanmeister/volunteer at CHLA = Grand Theft Auto 3 - MSX Mix B
Dougie - Juvenile - Back Dat Azz Up
Arias = Beavis and Butthead theme song
Edgar = Pure Moods 3 - Life in Mono
Sangy = Funky Chicken music that they did on Family Matters
Mitch = Missy Elliot - Sock it to me
Aggie = The Beastie Boys - Brass Monkey/Redman etc. - Rapper's Delight
Tryk = Any 80s rap cut

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by B.J. on 8/05/2002 11:48:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

Ro = DMX - Ruff Ryders Anthem
Drew (Fellow Vectorian) = Outkast - Throw Your Hands in the Air
Mawko = Peter Gunz - Deja Vu
Dizzo = Mavis Beacon Jamaican beat
Jon = Dance Dance Revolution - Butterfly
Softie = 1999 Old Navy Fleece jingle. Old Navy Old Navy, Old Navy performance Fleece !
KKK = Christina Aguilera - Genie in a Bottle
Chanmeister = Ginuwine - Differences because he would've been a perfect fit at Irvine.
Bwian Wees = Hanson - Mmmbop
Fat Spitter = Big Pun - Don Cartegena
Gabby = The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony
Willow Bumpy = 2Pac - Do For Love
SenJen = Will Smith - Wild Wild West
Coleen = Aaliyah - Rock the Boat
Aprille = Thalia - Piel Morena (Remix)
Masi-GAAT = Tha Dogg Pound - Lets Play House
Krystine = Street Fighter II - Guile's theme song
Piero = This little clap chant when we were choosing desks in first grade
Maddy = Ditto Piero because she was in my row !
Antonio = Duck Tales - Amazon Stage
Sindy-lar = Conan O' Brien theme song
PamPab = Street Fighter II - Victory/X-Men - First stage in the jungle

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by B.J. on 8/05/2002 05:25:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

On that same Today Show on Friday, I also cringed at the interview with Mirasylsisisisisis Gonzales, lustfully hot cousin of the infamous Elian Gonzales. While being interviewed on the #1 morning show in the nation, she was casually styling and swishing up some lady's hair. The customer just froze her face in the camera, only moving to blink her eyelids. I was thinking, "Stupid bitch probably demanded to be on TV." Well, you can't blame this customer for wanting to be on TV, because it's television, but on the other hand, she had no business on there and stealing some of the focus on the interview. She got lost in the super-fast, gotta-get attention, society ! All this on assumptions, so imagine what I could do with the facts. What is this ? Junior AP US History ? Those were good high times.

That's what Sis's liberralle ! friends were touching on during the road trip to SB. They ragged this one half-flip kid from the super-religious Pepperdine for loving business too much, being overpatriotic, and all that Conservative Republican crap. However, amidst all the trash I sling to the right, kinda like the splash fights at Partner's kickback, I do notice that these Conservatives do have some sense of responsibility, as this Jeff guy apparently cooked them breakfast. My right-wing teacher was there to read papers and crap extra late. Then again, none of this charity or philanthropy is noticed because their mentality is unbelievably ancient and rigid as they stick to values and almost disregard anything new. They were the ones that were damning cars and phones (I kinda agree there !) saying they were tools of the devil. A lot of them seem too smart to actually believe their own rigid propoganda. I believe that values remain the same because they are universal truths, but that you've got to be able to open up and accept new things. Tell that to your parents, girls ! HUG EM' AFTER EVERY TIME YOU GO OUT FOR CHRISSAKE AND PICK THEIR BRAINS !

I wish we could've seen more Spanish-style architecture in SB, but I was cool with it. Sis's friends said that SB is one of the great towns in the country but, I didn't feel any unique SB punch, like I did when I was in Byasten (Boston). Sorry Doc, for leaning on you too much ! Running doesn't make you any better of a walker ! The lack of waves reminded me of how lonely I felt staring at the lack of waves at SC. I was whatever that day because everyone was gone for the Summer. Little towns on the East Coast also mirror SC, which painted an ever bleaker pic of college life. On the way home from SB, however, we passed cool beaches with growling waves --- so much that I grew tired of it and leaned my head on the Doc. . .at least till today, when we went to "Planet Monica" (BLEP's name not mine !) that is Nocturnal Santa Monica. Looks like the set of the Truman Show or some alien planet. How would I know if I'm the real-life Truman Show and that everyone else is just acting to experiment on me or something ?! Whatever, I wish I could've had a better camera to soak up all the fun stuff this Summer because it seems like the last Summer of "carefreeness" we'll ever get, known to me by Cousin D.A. from UMass who gawked at how long a break we had. Think we can pull all this off next Summer ?!

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Another Dream

by B.J. on 8/02/2002 09:07:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

In my REM stage of sleep today, I asked my old entrenador de correr about my status on the team. Then I remember the assistant coach and a kid that looked like his son running up to the van where my old coach and I were at. This thin son running up reminded me of those freezing days as a competitive runner, wow. No matter how fast I ran, I would only end up in the middle of everyone else, this lost pack of red, blonde spikey- haired white boys in black jumpsuits, and I felt the blood freeze in my vains every time (maybe also because the rains started in October, but that's not the point !). I would come hulking after each race, always worrying about how I couldn't F-I-N-I-S-H and how I would be able to even withstand the next race. This is where "Stan", Eminem's song, blitzed thru my mind before every damn race, which lead me to finish in the bottom middle as opposed to the middle middle in the last three races of the year. Gid Gad.

On a lighter note, today on the Today Show, this tackified, fake-mustached hack (not HHAC !) ripped Goldmember by calling it the worst movie of the year. Well, this guy Gene Shalit also hated AP 2, so I wasn't expecting a good review anyway (Realistically, is there any way to make a teen movie that will get rave reviews from tight-assed, white, middle-aged scumbags like him ?). Gene ripped Mike so badly I cringed and clenched my stomach. He took shots, re-loaded, and took shots, till Mike was nothing but a single grain of ash. However, I was spiked most when he plain-out, straight-up called Beyonce a bimbo. Kinda funny though, how I will heed his advice, and not pay to see it. Hello Keith's computer !

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by B.J. on 8/01/2002 11:56:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

I did my best !

 

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by B.J. on 8/01/2002 09:45:00 PM 0 comments Print this post

[Title Added 08/30/03: The First Ever Blog Post]

This early morning, I woke up to the TV pouring out coverage on teenage girls getting kidnapped for real. While at the "doctor's" house, I found out that these young ladies were safely returned. Thank God. I had the feeling that the law would latch on to that criminal, kinda like how I felt in my dream just a few minutes before that I was going to get caught by the police. Yikes. I think I was going to big boys prison in that dream ! Big Oh No ! All I did was cross a closed part of some museum in Chicago, which shoots back memories of my barf parade of doublemint gum at the top of the Sears Tower when I was 4. Then I talked back to the Security Guard like I did to that crazy neighbor on the Respected One's REAL B-Day. All I said to this security guard was that I came from Cali to see it, but he didn't budge. So like that little LACMA adventure I had on Sunday with K-Dawg, the Big Blepper, and Junior Blepper, I snuk in anyway to see Chicago's great architectural achievements, only to have the security guards who morphed into FBI agents chase me ! I was caught, and that's when I woke up. The law isn't always right, anyway.

During both newscasts (one at 6 A.M., the other at 4 P.M.) , I also took note of how flawed and careless the newsreporting was. Reminiscent of any of the oral representations I've EVER done, this field reporter on channel 4 was stumbling upon her words and ended up confusing the hell out of me. Even as part of the creme de la creme of "Homer Simpsoning" , I'm thinking, "Why can't I just sympathize with her ?" It seems wrong that we do the least but expect the most, but that's what we've all done ! I was a little extra-irked by the Weatherman's seemingly fake sunshiny 'tude, which happens every day, no matter how sad a segment is before he comes on. My inspirational teacher on Larchmont hit it on the head --- "25 dead, nothing said." Now, THAT'S NOT whatever. In the 4 P.M. newscast on the same story, Doc and I poked fun at the field reporter's semi-lisp. We laughed even harder at how he bothered the teens and their recently re-united families for interviews while they were having their emotional moments together. We were just waiting for him to fuck up, and if you check the KNBC message boards, a few thousand others were too. BJFucious say: "Mind strongest weapon in body."

On that waiting-for-people-to-fuck-up-note, I feel compelled to point out the same exact predicament a 3rd year Chicago Bulls Guard named Jamal Crawford, who is known only among Bull fans and other NBA stars, is in. His first year was a sham because the coach didn't like him thus play him that much. He was injured all last year like MJ early in his career. Now the team has added a new kid on the block named Jay Williams, who is everything Jamal isn't --- proven, confident, controlling, and penetrating --- PCCP. The mindset is that Jamal simply hasn't produced any positive results, so they got this new one. What can I say --- People like things fast (Easy, #2 ! ). And you can even invert "things" and "fast." I used "things" because "things" sounds funnier than "results." I just hope that Jamal accepts the challenge like a man, and blends well with Jay, and that the Bulls win championships forever and ever Amen. Not the Bucks or the Clippers, Su-way !

I just remember that the Doc's studying memory in psychology now, and everything that I studied way back in November in a similar class is starting to click back in my mind because it had meaning. It had meaning because it tapped into my everyday life, ya know, kinda like the way I study. With meaning, stuff becomes easier to know, and I mean know, like the professor said. My studying method is how I have fun and keep concentration at the same time, but I'm still a puppy dog at it ! Doc, you know that has more than 1 meaning ! : P Right now, I'm trying to stab some meaning into that odd job of mine, because I'm as business-like as a 6-year old surfer on crack ! Dah well, hope that you enjoyed reading this whoever the hell you are out there ! It was. . .whatever. . .writing this ! Very Kairos- (pronounced Kai-ross) like). Well, that's my $00.02

[Edit 08/30/03: I had so much to say about stuff around me. But I wanted to capture the stuff around me in a genuine, stream of consciousness type of way which is why my writing was extremely random.]

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