You know what I've been fascinated about recently? No, it's not women, or guns, or any of the usual (while I do find them occupying an extraordinarily large amount of my mind-space, they aren't the topic at hand.).
Mob rule, politics, and the Obama Administration.
Really.
Most of my friends can tell you I'm NOT an Obama fan, which seems to be something of a rare breed among people of my demographic, if my Facebook on election night was any indication. I'm not qualified at all to give a measured opinion on how the administration is doing these days, and to say that I'm unbiased would be a joke, but I will say this: I have eyes, I have ears, and I use them.
I've been reading my way through the news these days, on both the (many) left-leaning newsgroups and the (much fewer) rightist newsies(or rather, newsie, singular, which Obama says isn't a real news outlet anyway).
The hot debate right now is the health care bill(or as many call it, Obamacare). I agree that health care reform is necessary, especially with the number of uninsured and the high costs we pay now(or your employers pay, whichever. Personally, I'm one of the uninsured people, but unlike most, I can afford it.). It makes plenty of sense that we (the country) need to get this thing sorted out right the fuck now(now being a subjective time period, starting somewhere last year and ending maybe 4-5 years from now), since we also have another imminent "unprecedented" "crisis" in the form of Social Security stepping up to the batter's plate.
But the way the whole Obamacare bill is going rubs me the wrong way(cat reference, ha!). It talks of creating a government program(which already freaks me out) that will cost us 2.5 TRILLION DOLLARS to START. I thought the whole idea of this health care thing was to reduce costs and decrease the nation debt. Okay, maybe not the decrease the national debt part, since Obama's "spend our way out of the recession" thing already cost us...uh, I forgot.
But it must not be too much, because he said he'll have cut the national deficit in half by the end of his first term.
Yeah.
So this government run health insurance thing, does it make any sense to you? Because I don't get it. It's like, I dunno, a basketball game, where the ref is also a player. But it must make sense to lots of people, since they keep pointing out how effective the Canadian health care system is. And really, people say prescription drugs are too expensive, and how for-profit health care is "disgusting." Maybe it's cause, I dunno, the US funds most of the medical innovation in the world?
Hey, here's an idea. Supposedly, capitalism made America great. Why don't we not bring more government into health care. Let's make it more privatized instead?
It worked for laser eye surgery, didn't it?
Should this health care bill pass, in ten years, if the public option isn't the only option, and we aren't even more ridiculously in debt because of it, imma eat my boot(the old one, after boiling). That is, if I'm not in jail because of it.
In other news:
I should get back to my finals studies now.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
It's a small world afterall...
So I was at my friend Richard's house after we went out for dinner(korean BBQ) checking up on this blog on the iPhone. As I sat there wondering what to blog about, I was also passing the time over conversation with my friend's younger sister, Grace. I asked her if she blogged, and when she answered in the affirmative, I quickly brought it up on Safari and started reading.
And then, I happened upon this picture:
Something struck me immediately as odd, and after a few seconds of processing, I realized I knew this girl. and by this girl, I mean the more obvious one in the picture. She's the author of Flowers In His Hand and co-author of DUAL ACTION, and girlfriend to the author of The Suburban Dweller Almanac.
And apparently, she's Grace's roommate at college. And I now have something to blog about.
Small world, ain't it?
In other news:
I owe a friend of mine $60USD.
He owes me $30USD that I can remember, and probably 3-4 times that amount that I've forgotten.
He wants his money back.
What do I say?
"Sure, drop by tomorrow. Might as well pick up your Christmas present too."
And then, I happened upon this picture:
And apparently, she's Grace's roommate at college. And I now have something to blog about.
Small world, ain't it?
In other news:
I owe a friend of mine $60USD.
He owes me $30USD that I can remember, and probably 3-4 times that amount that I've forgotten.
He wants his money back.
What do I say?
"Sure, drop by tomorrow. Might as well pick up your Christmas present too."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Finals are Awesome
Finals Are Awesome. Really, they are.
In a "God is Awesome" kind of way.
There is a reason why great men are oft described as "God fearing men. Because they believe that God could smite them if they do wrong. Only Finals are tangible, and They will smite your ass if you do wrong.
Think about that for a second.
If course, many people are just as flippant about Finals as they are about God. But unlike God, Finals can and will reward you in a tangible manner if you do good. Your grade could rise from a "D" to a "C," or from a "B" to an "A!" But beware, should you do bad, you could straight out fail a class from Their influence.
This is why we must properlyworship study whenever possible. Of course, the holy text(books) will lead the way, but the true path can only be found through your heart mind. How much dedication you show is key to whether or not They will smile upon you.
That said, I've included this link to illustrate what has happened to those not dedicated and unfaithful to Them.
In other news:
I like watches. I own several that I wear on a regular basis. I feel like those of us practical enough to wear watches are a dying breed. Today I felt like wearing a watch I hadn't in a while. Apparently, a while was longer than I thought as I arrived at my class an hour early and confusedly walked around wondering where all the people in my class were. The watch I strapped on had not yet be reset from Daylight Savings Time!
Speaking of DST, check this out! xkcd FTW!
In a "God is Awesome" kind of way.
There is a reason why great men are oft described as "God fearing men. Because they believe that God could smite them if they do wrong. Only Finals are tangible, and They will smite your ass if you do wrong.
Think about that for a second.
If course, many people are just as flippant about Finals as they are about God. But unlike God, Finals can and will reward you in a tangible manner if you do good. Your grade could rise from a "D" to a "C," or from a "B" to an "A!" But beware, should you do bad, you could straight out fail a class from Their influence.
This is why we must properly
That said, I've included this link to illustrate what has happened to those not dedicated and unfaithful to Them.
In other news:
I like watches. I own several that I wear on a regular basis. I feel like those of us practical enough to wear watches are a dying breed. Today I felt like wearing a watch I hadn't in a while. Apparently, a while was longer than I thought as I arrived at my class an hour early and confusedly walked around wondering where all the people in my class were. The watch I strapped on had not yet be reset from Daylight Savings Time!
Speaking of DST, check this out! xkcd FTW!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I is gud driver?
I received my first(and likely the last) Christmas present of the year the other day.
A MUVI Micro DV Camcorder
The think is literally the size of my thumb. It's advertised as the smallest DV camcorder in the world. While I am positive there are smaller ones, this is probably the smallest it's going to get on the commercial market at this price. I had no idea what to do with it. Certain others had suggested activities that are nowhere near safe for the younger public, and though tempted, I decided to do something a little more wholesome to start.
After a few false starts, I looked online to see what others have been doing with their MUVIs. Youtube provided the answer.
People have been zip-tying their MUVIs to their cars and taking them along for drives along whatever road they happen to be on. Very well then, I shall join this crowd.
Turn down the volume, as it's pretty much just wind noise.
It seems to me that the video doesn't really give the full effect of the drive. It looks safer and calmer than it really is. Case in point: Peter screamed the one time he went down this road with me.
In other news:
I really dig this kind of music. Found this on my other friend's blog, DUAL ACTION. I'm not sure what the blog's about, but the YouTube vid below is the awesome. It's by this Icelander Ólafur Arnalds. Check out his 7 days of songs, collectively titled the Found Tracks at his website here.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Blood Will Tell
Today I arrived home to find a package from Thinkgeek waiting for me on my desk. Inside, I found this:
A DIY Blood Typing Test! I always wondered what my blood type was, but never much had a chance to find out. I keep forgetting to ask my doctors when I do go in for the rare checkup, and my mother can't seem to decide what I am. She told me I was a type "O" one day, then changed her mind and said I was a type "B" a month later!
I decided I would find out for myself once and for all.
It's pretty simple, but a matter of a few drops of water and blood, and 40 seconds later, you know what your blood type is.
Key things to note:
In other news:
It was 36°F in my room last night. I had a glass of coke with ice, and the ice was still there 4 hours later. The term "bed-warmer" now has much more meaning to me. I could really, really use one now.
Note that not all the contents in the picture are part of the package,
just the blood test
A DIY Blood Typing Test! I always wondered what my blood type was, but never much had a chance to find out. I keep forgetting to ask my doctors when I do go in for the rare checkup, and my mother can't seem to decide what I am. She told me I was a type "O" one day, then changed her mind and said I was a type "B" a month later!
I decided I would find out for myself once and for all.
It's pretty simple, but a matter of a few drops of water and blood, and 40 seconds later, you know what your blood type is.
Key things to note:
- If you take the blood type test card out of its sealed foil wrap, you must use it within the day.
- Also, the automatic lancet is a one time use, I made the mistake of trying it out on a cardboard box, then having to make due with a sterilized knife point. Luckily, I had plenty of those at hand.
The blood is a little faint. I didn't use as much blood as I
should have as I really didn't feel like cutting my hand open.
B Positive! That means I can receive blood from the Type "O"s and Type "B"s, but can donate only to Type "B"s and "AB"s. Get your own DIY Blood Type Testing Kit here!
In other news:
It was 36°F in my room last night. I had a glass of coke with ice, and the ice was still there 4 hours later. The term "bed-warmer" now has much more meaning to me. I could really, really use one now.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Rain Over Me
It's finally started, winter rain. Being that Southern California is a desert, this rain is much needed and welcome. Hopefully it will rain for a week.
I'm one of those people who like rain. I like the sound it makes on the streets, the feel of it tapping me on the head, the smell of it cleaning the world, the sight of it falling from on high.
I like rainy nights, when the world comes to a stand still. There's no movement outside, and the only sounds are you and the pit-pat of rain against the roofing tiles. It makes me feel so alone, yet at peace.
I especially like the days after rain fall, when the skies are so clear and the earth smells so pure. The night after rainfall, when the clouds clear out, let what stars we can see shine through even more.
Today was somewhat eventful. I woke up and went to work, driving a half hour to join a crowd standing outside of the courthouse waiting for foreclosure auctions. I bid on house, got beat, and promptly went off to find my friend Nan(see post Quit baggin on my blog! for pictures of Nan). I probably would have bid more had it not been so cold, but I was less focused on the auction and more on how long before the feeling in my toes went away entirely due to the cold.
The day before, Nan and I had agreed to get our haircut today. Nan wanted to try out a new salon and I(foolishly) agreed to go with him. Apparently, his friend uses this salon, and recommended it to him.
Mistake 1: Letting Nan choose the where even though he's never been to much less tried the where.
We found the place and walked in. Immediately, I noticed the place was dead. Not a single customer, though there were 5-6 stylists in the house. I was quickly beset by a stylist and was seated in a barber's chair. Nan took a bit longer, after making a call to his friend and asking which stylist he should ask for. I just told the man holding the sharp scissors to my head to "go nuts."
Mistake 2: Letting the stylist do what he wanted without specifying the service.
I usually go to a barbershop that services quantity over quality, meaning you were in and out in 5 minutes or less. Today was a different experience. The man removed tiny little patches of hair at a time, with those scissors that would only thin out rather than trim off locks of hair entirely. The end result was that the haircut took about 1.5 hours from me walking in to the lighter me walking out.
Mistake 3: Notasking the price getting a quote before they started working on my hair.
The haircut cost me $25USD. I suppose it took so long because they wanted to drag out the service so it seemed more worth the quarter-Benjamin it cost. I was not amused. This haircut cost me 5 times as much and 10 times as long as my usual haircut at my usual barber shop, ironically not more than 200 meters away.
And it looks pretty much the goddamn same as my usual haircut. Which probably took some skill, seeing as they had to remove the exact amount of growth from every strand of hair on my head since my last haircut. With a pair of thinning-out type scissors. Not as easy as it looks.
After some haranguing on my part to Nan, we drove up the street to the Big-5 Sporting Goods, where I purchased my Christmas gift to myself, to be picked up in ten days. Another short drive up the street and we arrived at Nan's dentist's office. Right smack next to the Deja Vu Showgirls strip club.
While Nan was getting up close and personal with some faceless drill-wielding maniac, I sat in the reception wondering whether or not to go next door and get up close and personal with-...well, you know. I was really tempted, as it has been some time since I last darkened the doorstep of such a venue.
But I had already spent all my ready cash during the last stop, so that decision was made for me. No titty for me.
After returning from his life-or-death experience no worse for wear(ma mou't if num'!), Nan and I returned to his abode where he cooked the well know Japanese pizza dish, okonomiyaki.
Opinion of the result varied, though the sauce tasted great.
In other news:
Tomorrow marks the 1 week mark before my first final.
Getting set for finals mode. Will game my heart out tonight.
I'm one of those people who like rain. I like the sound it makes on the streets, the feel of it tapping me on the head, the smell of it cleaning the world, the sight of it falling from on high.
I like rainy nights, when the world comes to a stand still. There's no movement outside, and the only sounds are you and the pit-pat of rain against the roofing tiles. It makes me feel so alone, yet at peace.
I especially like the days after rain fall, when the skies are so clear and the earth smells so pure. The night after rainfall, when the clouds clear out, let what stars we can see shine through even more.
Today was somewhat eventful. I woke up and went to work, driving a half hour to join a crowd standing outside of the courthouse waiting for foreclosure auctions. I bid on house, got beat, and promptly went off to find my friend Nan(see post Quit baggin on my blog! for pictures of Nan). I probably would have bid more had it not been so cold, but I was less focused on the auction and more on how long before the feeling in my toes went away entirely due to the cold.
The day before, Nan and I had agreed to get our haircut today. Nan wanted to try out a new salon and I(foolishly) agreed to go with him. Apparently, his friend uses this salon, and recommended it to him.
Mistake 1: Letting Nan choose the where even though he's never been to much less tried the where.
We found the place and walked in. Immediately, I noticed the place was dead. Not a single customer, though there were 5-6 stylists in the house. I was quickly beset by a stylist and was seated in a barber's chair. Nan took a bit longer, after making a call to his friend and asking which stylist he should ask for. I just told the man holding the sharp scissors to my head to "go nuts."
Mistake 2: Letting the stylist do what he wanted without specifying the service.
I usually go to a barbershop that services quantity over quality, meaning you were in and out in 5 minutes or less. Today was a different experience. The man removed tiny little patches of hair at a time, with those scissors that would only thin out rather than trim off locks of hair entirely. The end result was that the haircut took about 1.5 hours from me walking in to the lighter me walking out.
Mistake 3: Not
The haircut cost me $25USD. I suppose it took so long because they wanted to drag out the service so it seemed more worth the quarter-Benjamin it cost. I was not amused. This haircut cost me 5 times as much and 10 times as long as my usual haircut at my usual barber shop, ironically not more than 200 meters away.
And it looks pretty much the goddamn same as my usual haircut. Which probably took some skill, seeing as they had to remove the exact amount of growth from every strand of hair on my head since my last haircut. With a pair of thinning-out type scissors. Not as easy as it looks.
After some haranguing on my part to Nan, we drove up the street to the Big-5 Sporting Goods, where I purchased my Christmas gift to myself, to be picked up in ten days. Another short drive up the street and we arrived at Nan's dentist's office. Right smack next to the Deja Vu Showgirls strip club.
While Nan was getting up close and personal with some faceless drill-wielding maniac, I sat in the reception wondering whether or not to go next door and get up close and personal with-...well, you know. I was really tempted, as it has been some time since I last darkened the doorstep of such a venue.
But I had already spent all my ready cash during the last stop, so that decision was made for me. No titty for me.
After returning from his life-or-death experience no worse for wear(ma mou't if num'!), Nan and I returned to his abode where he cooked the well know Japanese pizza dish, okonomiyaki.
Opinion of the result varied, though the sauce tasted great.
In other news:
Tomorrow marks the 1 week mark before my first final.
Getting set for finals mode. Will game my heart out tonight.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Quit baggin on my blog!
Apparently, there are those of you out there(I'm lookin at you, Nan) who believe my blogging is a waste of time. Well that's your opinion, and you're entitled to it.
I, on the other hand, am entitled to my own opinion, which is stated thus:
This blog might consume more of my oh-so-valuable time, which you argue could be better spent relieving your boredom in some God-knows-what kind of activity, but I feel like it's opened my life up a little more. Before, I might have just stayed at home whenever people ask me to do something with them, but now I happily accept and go off with them on some random adventure, just so I can come back and blog about it!
Also, I think my blog gives others insight to how my mind works and how I think, making me less scary/intimidating to them. It is as they say: You fear what you don't understand. This is my way of helping people understand.
Of course, whether or not they choose to understand is not my problem. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.
In other news:
Today, Nan decided to call me and inform me of his boredom(something he usually regrets doing after-the-fact). I decided that he should go to work with me. And he did.
I, on the other hand, am entitled to my own opinion, which is stated thus:
This blog might consume more of my oh-so-valuable time, which you argue could be better spent relieving your boredom in some God-knows-what kind of activity, but I feel like it's opened my life up a little more. Before, I might have just stayed at home whenever people ask me to do something with them, but now I happily accept and go off with them on some random adventure, just so I can come back and blog about it!
Also, I think my blog gives others insight to how my mind works and how I think, making me less scary/intimidating to them. It is as they say: You fear what you don't understand. This is my way of helping people understand.
Of course, whether or not they choose to understand is not my problem. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.
In other news:
Today, Nan decided to call me and inform me of his boredom(something he usually regrets doing after-the-fact). I decided that he should go to work with me. And he did.
Nan working on a ceiling fan
Me demo-ing a set of kitchen cabinets
Nan grabbing some tools.
Note to self: get a haircut.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
School Funds
(warning: rant)
I've been at Cal State Fullerton for four fall semesters now. Every winter, nearing finals week, I see the school setting up a ramp made of snow for sledding on, giving students a little winter's cheer before the stress of finals starts building up. This year is no different. I took this picture two days ago.
However, there is something different this year. Not about the slide, but about the school.
Having been diligently following my school-provided schedule for graduating in four years, I only need to take five more classes(one semester's worth) before I finish my requirements for graduation. This coming semester, two of those classes do not exist.
Not because "Oh, there were too many people adding the class and it filled up." I'm a senior, graduating. I get first registration priority. It's a "Where the fuck did the class go? It ain't on the course schedules!" Another victim of the PRK's self-destructive and uncontrollable spending habits.
I don't blame the Governator. Really. Well, maybe a little. But I think he's doing the best he can with the hand he was given. I blame all you liberals out there with your special interests and projects that all require money. You scream and argue about helping people and how greedy and self serving those who don't vote for your bills are, yet you apparently can't balance a checkbook to save your life. Every time we pass one of your "Save the ****" or one of your "Promote Social *****" programs, it costs us money. Money we can't afford to spare, yet you make us spend. In California, we have state property tax, state income tax, state sales tax, state taxes on tobacco and gas, state retirement pension tax(taxes on our Social Security benefits), state inheritance tax...hell, we have every kind of tax out there. We also have the most ridiculously high corporate taxes. We pay more than 10%(average) of our personal income to the state taxes. Corporations pay so much that they have found that it is more affordable to MOVE their entire operations to another state and build new facilities there than it is to stay in California in their perfectly good current facilities. Which then, of course, lessens the overall tax pool, causing the state government to raise tax rates and acquire debt in order to make up the shortfall.
To cut it short, California collects more taxes than most countries. How the hell could you spend so much money that we're damn near BANKRUPT!? Now they have to raise tuition and cut classes at school throughout the state.
But let's concentrate on the point. The rising tuition isn't the point, as everything rises in cost. A coke was a nickle once upon a time, just as a liter of gas was. I already pay more taxes than I pay tuition. Honestly, a degree at a CSU is very cost effective. A semester as a full time student is now about $2500USD. That's 3-4 months of work at minimum wage. Chump change for a college graduate. I expect most CSU students can afford to have the tuition raised another 30% or so, despite all the whining about how expensive it is. What we can't afford is the cutting of classes. The situation is different at UC schools, where students pay on average twice as much as I do at Fullerton, but the point remains the same:
Cutting classes.
We already paid our money for our classes, now you tell us they aren't available? Where did all the money go?! Cut all the school activities and non-essentials you want, but keep the classes running. It's a loss, I understand, if we don't have sports teams and other school-funded activities, but it's an acceptable trade off to keep the most essential activities alive. We do go to school for SCHOOLING after all. If cutting all the non-essential student life activities out there today could allow the school to open even just 5 more classes, would it not be worth it? Especially to those students standing in the walkways desperately trying to add classes those first few days of school? Sure, I wouldn't have that hottie who says she's number 3 on the waiting list trying to seduce me into dropping a class, but that's beside the point(I didn't need that class anyway, it was only a filler).
Divert those goddamn school funds into schooling, or there's going to be a lot of pissed off super-seniors in the coming few years. I might even be one of them unless I change my concentration, since the classes I need to graduate DON'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE!
Fuck your snow slide, give me my finance class back.
I've been at Cal State Fullerton for four fall semesters now. Every winter, nearing finals week, I see the school setting up a ramp made of snow for sledding on, giving students a little winter's cheer before the stress of finals starts building up. This year is no different. I took this picture two days ago.
However, there is something different this year. Not about the slide, but about the school.
Having been diligently following my school-provided schedule for graduating in four years, I only need to take five more classes(one semester's worth) before I finish my requirements for graduation. This coming semester, two of those classes do not exist.
Not because "Oh, there were too many people adding the class and it filled up." I'm a senior, graduating. I get first registration priority. It's a "Where the fuck did the class go? It ain't on the course schedules!" Another victim of the PRK's self-destructive and uncontrollable spending habits.
I don't blame the Governator. Really. Well, maybe a little. But I think he's doing the best he can with the hand he was given. I blame all you liberals out there with your special interests and projects that all require money. You scream and argue about helping people and how greedy and self serving those who don't vote for your bills are, yet you apparently can't balance a checkbook to save your life. Every time we pass one of your "Save the ****" or one of your "Promote Social *****" programs, it costs us money. Money we can't afford to spare, yet you make us spend. In California, we have state property tax, state income tax, state sales tax, state taxes on tobacco and gas, state retirement pension tax(taxes on our Social Security benefits), state inheritance tax...hell, we have every kind of tax out there. We also have the most ridiculously high corporate taxes. We pay more than 10%(average) of our personal income to the state taxes. Corporations pay so much that they have found that it is more affordable to MOVE their entire operations to another state and build new facilities there than it is to stay in California in their perfectly good current facilities. Which then, of course, lessens the overall tax pool, causing the state government to raise tax rates and acquire debt in order to make up the shortfall.
To cut it short, California collects more taxes than most countries. How the hell could you spend so much money that we're damn near BANKRUPT!? Now they have to raise tuition and cut classes at school throughout the state.
But let's concentrate on the point. The rising tuition isn't the point, as everything rises in cost. A coke was a nickle once upon a time, just as a liter of gas was. I already pay more taxes than I pay tuition. Honestly, a degree at a CSU is very cost effective. A semester as a full time student is now about $2500USD. That's 3-4 months of work at minimum wage. Chump change for a college graduate. I expect most CSU students can afford to have the tuition raised another 30% or so, despite all the whining about how expensive it is. What we can't afford is the cutting of classes. The situation is different at UC schools, where students pay on average twice as much as I do at Fullerton, but the point remains the same:
Cutting classes.
We already paid our money for our classes, now you tell us they aren't available? Where did all the money go?! Cut all the school activities and non-essentials you want, but keep the classes running. It's a loss, I understand, if we don't have sports teams and other school-funded activities, but it's an acceptable trade off to keep the most essential activities alive. We do go to school for SCHOOLING after all. If cutting all the non-essential student life activities out there today could allow the school to open even just 5 more classes, would it not be worth it? Especially to those students standing in the walkways desperately trying to add classes those first few days of school? Sure, I wouldn't have that hottie who says she's number 3 on the waiting list trying to seduce me into dropping a class, but that's beside the point(I didn't need that class anyway, it was only a filler).
Divert those goddamn school funds into schooling, or there's going to be a lot of pissed off super-seniors in the coming few years. I might even be one of them unless I change my concentration, since the classes I need to graduate DON'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE!
Fuck your snow slide, give me my finance class back.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Ninja Assassin - A Review
If ninjas were as powerful and as numerous as they were in the movie, I'm surprised we aren't all sitting in seiza while eating udon noodles speaking Japanese to each other. Really, with that kind of power, they could have conquered the world already. A hundred pounds of gold? They should just knock over Fort Knox, there should be almost a million pounds in there. That's ten thousand assassinations, more than enough to make any gold-hungry ninja's day.
That said, the movie sucked balls. I don't care a wit that Rain was the protagonist or whatever, because really, neither of the two people in the theater watching the movie knew what the heck Rain looked like anyway.
And I say that with certainty, 'cause I was one of those two people. The other is the one taking the picture.
The only person I really cared about was Han(I don't know his real name, but he's Han from Tokyo Drift and Better Luck Tomorrow), who only showed up in the first scene anyway. Not that he could show up later on anyway, seeing as the first scene was pretty terminal for him.
But the movie does have its merits. It was fun to watch while making snarky comments about how venerable old ninja masters spoke English but named all his students in Japanese. The action was almost non-stop, and I say almost because the producers decided they needed to insert some totally unnecessary back-story and plot into a bloody ninja film. Speaking of blood, if the amount show is not enough to satisfy you, I doubt anything will, because I will tell you right now, from experience, the human body does not contain that much blood. Really. And for so much to come pouring out of a body, it should have bits of other stuff in it, like shit, because nothing complements the smell of a nice puddle of blood like the smell of warm shit mixed in.
Oh, and the movie had another point in its favor. It reminded me how out of shape I am. Will be getting right on that as soon as finals are over.
That said, the movie sucked balls. I don't care a wit that Rain was the protagonist or whatever, because really, neither of the two people in the theater watching the movie knew what the heck Rain looked like anyway.
And I say that with certainty, 'cause I was one of those two people. The other is the one taking the picture.
The only person I really cared about was Han(I don't know his real name, but he's Han from Tokyo Drift and Better Luck Tomorrow), who only showed up in the first scene anyway. Not that he could show up later on anyway, seeing as the first scene was pretty terminal for him.
But the movie does have its merits. It was fun to watch while making snarky comments about how venerable old ninja masters spoke English but named all his students in Japanese. The action was almost non-stop, and I say almost because the producers decided they needed to insert some totally unnecessary back-story and plot into a bloody ninja film. Speaking of blood, if the amount show is not enough to satisfy you, I doubt anything will, because I will tell you right now, from experience, the human body does not contain that much blood. Really. And for so much to come pouring out of a body, it should have bits of other stuff in it, like shit, because nothing complements the smell of a nice puddle of blood like the smell of warm shit mixed in.
Oh, and the movie had another point in its favor. It reminded me how out of shape I am. Will be getting right on that as soon as finals are over.
Whiskey
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The solution to all of life's medical problems.
Whiskey, 'cause if it can't cure it, it can sure make you feel better about it.
For as long as I can remember, every time I came down with some sort of sickness, I'd be given a shot of whiskey, gargle half, swallow half. Whatever it was, I've never been bed ridden longer than a day. I've tried Tylenol and Advil and God knows what else, but whiskey has been the most consistent and best working cure for me. You can use it for damn near anything. No rubbing alcohol? No problem. Feeling cold? Have a swig. Sore throat? Whiskey can help!
Why, just yesterday, I had some kinda cold/flu type deal. Fever, aches, stiff muscles and joints. Two shots and 15 hours later, I'm feeling like I usually do.
Hell, if I caught the swine flu, I'd know the first thing I'd turn to, and it ain't that Tamil-flu shit. That shit is for suckers. Ain't nothing resistant to good old-fashioned Jack Daniels.
You can use Whiskey for more that your everyday medical needs.
Every time I'm out in the woods backpacking, I always have a flask of good old Uncle Jack in my side pocket. Bear repellent, dontcha know.
You can use it to start fires and strip paint, and you can even use it as a sexual aid! Few things can get a girl into bed faster than "drunk." (Whether or not you're in that bed is not guaranteed.) For the ladies out there, if you're tired of a man pestering you, well, few things can stop a man in his tracks like "passed out." (Whether or not he passed out in a toilet stall of the ladies bathroom with Sharpie marker on his pale hairy behind is up to you.) If that isn't a good reason to go out and get a bottle, I don't know what is.
And above(below) all, good whiskey is goddamn tasty!
The solution to all of life's medical problems.
Whiskey, 'cause if it can't cure it, it can sure make you feel better about it.
For as long as I can remember, every time I came down with some sort of sickness, I'd be given a shot of whiskey, gargle half, swallow half. Whatever it was, I've never been bed ridden longer than a day. I've tried Tylenol and Advil and God knows what else, but whiskey has been the most consistent and best working cure for me. You can use it for damn near anything. No rubbing alcohol? No problem. Feeling cold? Have a swig. Sore throat? Whiskey can help!
Why, just yesterday, I had some kinda cold/flu type deal. Fever, aches, stiff muscles and joints. Two shots and 15 hours later, I'm feeling like I usually do.
Hell, if I caught the swine flu, I'd know the first thing I'd turn to, and it ain't that Tamil-flu shit. That shit is for suckers. Ain't nothing resistant to good old-fashioned Jack Daniels.
Every time I'm out in the woods backpacking, I always have a flask of good old Uncle Jack in my side pocket. Bear repellent, dontcha know.
You can use it to start fires and strip paint, and you can even use it as a sexual aid! Few things can get a girl into bed faster than "drunk." (Whether or not you're in that bed is not guaranteed.) For the ladies out there, if you're tired of a man pestering you, well, few things can stop a man in his tracks like "passed out." (Whether or not he passed out in a toilet stall of the ladies bathroom with Sharpie marker on his pale hairy behind is up to you.) If that isn't a good reason to go out and get a bottle, I don't know what is.
And above(below) all, good whiskey is goddamn tasty!
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