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This guy rocks. And I had no idea about his column… Been away too long.
Since I’m classified as chino, I can now proudly boast the new t-shirt I picked up in Chatuchak market. (photo will be posted later)

… just because I feel like it.
FREE SASHIMI FESTIVAL IN CHIBA TONIGHT!
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Thanks, Peruvifucker!
I’ve already been harassed by the popo once because of this guy. It only takes one asshole…
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Racial profiling blows up in faces of dumbass Japanese cops
“…but captain, I thought she was a gook whore!”
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Stunning Scientific Discovery: Getting nuked may pose long term health risk!
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Shades of Cryptonomicon
In other Filipino news, T had to call off his kiteboarding trip to Borakai because of unstability thing. I approve: Getting caught up in civil unrest in a country where every strapping male’s hobby is making long knives out of truck leaf springs might sucketh kinda hardish.
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Not news in the sense that it’s not anything recent, but: JAL is FUxx0r3d.
My dialogue with a JAL steward two days ago (and nothing quite screams homo like male airplane waitress does it? Well, there’s always the Ice Capades, but that’s a different story.):
Stew: “Sir, please put up your seat”
Me: “I can’t, it’s broken.”
Stew: “No it’s not.”
Me: “Well, the other stewardess said it was.”
Stew: “Well, she’s wrong”
(I try again and it doesn’t raise)
Me: “Oh well, I guess it REALLY IS BROKEN”
Stew: “No it’s not, let me try”
(He nearly breaks a nail trying to get it to raise)
Stew: “Sir, can you please stand up from your seat?”
Me: “Come on man, I got a full tray of semi-food on my lap!”
Stew: “Seats must be raised during mealtimes…”
Me: “THERE’S NO ONE BEHIND ME, WHINESTEIN!”
Stew: “I must insist”
(I stand up while balancing the food tray, trying not to disturb the sleeping baby being held by her mother in the seat next to me. Fagalicious manages to get the seat raised 0.5 contimeters higher than it was before and announces his triumph.)
Stew: “You see, it WASN’T broken”
Me: “This seat requires one to get out of it before operating correctly; that is, by definition, most definitely broken.”
Stew: “but it RAISED so it WASN’T broken”
Me: “Your logic is broken”
Stew: (snottily) “Have a nice meal sir!”
ME: “Whatever. Go fetch me a can of coke.”

The actual wedding may be over but we are still dealing with the aftermath. I need a spark! Just a little boost… This was perfect: Gypsy jazz version of Super Mario Bros 2 song

Remember what I said about problems cropping up at the last minute? Well, guess what. Nam’s desktop pc broke this week with most of our wedding planning data on it – irrecoverable. Then just as I finished loading all of the necessary stuff on my laptop last night, the hard drive failed – unbootable.
Dammit.
Gotta figure something out.

You gotta see this.

After seeing this trailer, I have some hope that Jack Black’s next movie will KICK ASS.

So a newspaper prints a cartoon depicting your god/deity/religious figure in an unflattering way, and you’re like all indignant and enraged like the Iron Sheik, right? What do you do? March and demonstrate? Ban the newspaper? Burn down the embassy of the offending country the newspaper was printed in, plus a few others for good measure?
No, this is a perfect chance to utilize the Muslim Man Complaint Box.

Exploring the depths of Google Video is kind of like flipping through a giant record collection. 99% of what you find is chaff, so discovering the occassional gem is exciting. Word of mouth about good selections gets around quickly so certain works become popular overnight. It’s a lot more rewarding, somehow, finding that one work that really tickles your own fancy, even though it might not appeal to other people.

This one is dedicated to my baby sister, who is currently attending med school in sweet home Chicago. From the Student Doctor Network Forums, Things I Learn From My Patients.
Highlights:
– Latex paint, despite being thick and creamy, does not coat your stomach and provide the same relief as pepto bismol.
– Don’t road surf on the top of a moving stickshift car driven by your younger sibling with a learner’s permit.
– Never, ever leave flashlights, shampoo bottles, beer bottles or any long, circular object on the floor because someday you will fall on it and it will somehow, work its way up your rectum.
– To complement the above, “if you come in with a salsa jar in your rectum, don’t give the staff a fruit cake as a thank you present.”
Heh.
We have a good friend out in Nara who’s an OB/GYN. She always has interesting stories about women who come in with something or another stuck in one of their southernmost orifices. My favorite (albeit sad) story was the one about the woman who’s husband who wanted to play seduction master with a potato and then accused her of being “frigid” when he couldn’t get it out!

Even if some of you care to try eating chocolate covered ants, fried grasshoppers, or more exotic insect delicacies in Thailand, be aware it probably won’t be your first time.
Crushed female cochineal beetles, yum!