there're a lot things going on. for instance, today's a saturday and i'm in the office...but i'm not actually working. i can but i don't want to. i'm not being paid overtime or otherwise (having volunteered to come in today simply because there just weren't any good available stormtroopers to keep the office dogwatch) and frankly, i've been doing so much in excess of my fair share of work around here (and for so little pay!) that i will NOT be making any reports, shredding documents, or rearranging shit around today. fuck productivity for unworthy causes. instead, i will surf endlessly online, catch up on film reviews, scour imdb, haunt wwdn, and post personal unworthiness in here.
[ pause for ew ew! there're squashed bug bits on my fingers from god-knows-where!!!! ]
the only reason i'm just surfing the net is because i don't have a laptop. if i had all-access to the sony vaio of my dreams, i would be fragging ass right now in cs. and getting motion sickness from it most likely but hey.
playing rts games has screwed with my perception of battle scenes in movies. any time i see an organized troup of soldiers (e.g. anglicized japanese troops in the last samurai or saxon hordes in king arthur) my trigger finger gets itchy and i'm left with the distinct impression that i just right-clicked -- and that's why there are lotsa little men on a screen marching around neatly. in the back of my head i hear tiny voices responding in computerized affirmatives to my commands: Sortie Troops! your wish is my command! MY LIFE FOR AIUR!!! you know, that sorta stuff.
it's currently lunchtime. i'm hungry. in the middle of rowland heights. and i have no food in front of me. that's more than an injustice, that's pure evil. i want Food...not pizza crap or take out crap, and most of all not that dim sum crap that fools white people into thinking that they're eating real chinky food. fools! all of you!
i've been wanting to go l.a.'s tofu fest for the last couple of years and found out just today that it's gonna be july 25th to 26th. comic-con or tofu? tofu or comic-con? false asian pride or smelly fat guys? inadequate bonding with motherland culture or forced conversation with morons? suspicious tofu creations or expensive con food? i'll be sad to miss tofu fest yet again but i truly [heart] michael shanks and my big black dude with the molton gold forehead tatoo. and that's the truth jack, that's the truth.
it's saturday july 17th and i yam still In Wuv with cap'n jack sparrow, saavy?
nobody understands what joy it is to be [insulted] by random strangers proclaiming the idiocy of folks who know what planet chewy is from. off the top of my head (and mind you, this is a head that can't find directions to anywhere worth my grubby little life), chewie is from the planet kayyshyk. spelling may be a wee bit off...but i know how to pronounce that ridiculous word and you don't. that is all that is needed to give me a boost up on the smugness scale. you silly people fret away pointless lives in the middle of a cubicle, thinking that dealing in office politics marks your importance on the social scale, shrinking your conscious circle to contain only the checklist of what you've been owed in life, never bothering to question the point of it all, never doing anything to actually follow what you read about in the good book, mistaking obnoxious self-proclaimed-totally-unresearched opinions as a show of inner confidence...you people are the idiots. amazing the tools and freedom given you and your utter ignorance of these opportunities. what the fuck did you study in school anyway?!
oh wow, i'm getting hungrier. i should stop using my brain...consequences being a) i will stop using atp and 2) i will not think about being hungry.
shut up i make sense.
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