Wowza
10/22/01 - Wowza
First off.
Greetings to all the gentle peeps from Metafilter. I’m not a real blogger. I’m not an internet rockstar. I’m not a real news hound. I don’t know the guy who wrote the “Real Deal” piece but it was forwarded to me by my friend ColaBoy who works for the US State Department so I trust his sources about the validity of the content of the message if not the identity of the individual who wrote it. I am just a dork with a keyboard. By the way, thanks to Richard for the linkup mention.
Edogg was kind enough to provide clarification on the angry piece of toast that was mentioned in my last real entry.
“The angry bread guy that you have is dokumun… kogepan is a suicidal depressed piece of bread. “
Weekend Update - Saturday All Day Play
So saturday morning I had the honor of being the guest of Jeff’s for a wedding where I expected to know a big goosehead of familiar peeps. Whaddaya know? It wound up being “Let’s catch up on the last 5 years of your life 20,000 questions and win a bubble tea” with a few other people there at the wedding and reception. That kind of stuff always makes wedding attendance easier. It really does. The bride & groom were lovely, the MC of the reception succeeded in making everyone laugh in both Chinese & English, and I made a guy sitting at our table eat a fish eyeball. The expression on his face was priceless.
Between the wedding and the reception, me and a few other folks from the wedding caught Iron Monkey.
In two words. KICK ASS. Phenomenal fight sequences, well paced, and not too heavily bogged down by plot.
Following the wedding was another B.A.P. (Big Asian Party) where I saw dozens of old friends and we did a super finalist round of “Let’s catch up on the last 5 years of your life 20,000 questions and win a bubble tea.”
There was a minor incident involving a golem which really peeved me.
Golem Shit Heads
First off. This fellow is creepy. Not only is he creepy, he’s annoying, pestersome, gossipy, sensationalist, uncouth, insensitve, and a general ass. He is the type of guy that makes your drink curdle (and it doesn’t even have to be dairy for the lactose intolerant). Five years ago, there was some *conflict* involving an xfactor of mine and his new girlfriend. What was very private information involved three partys. Me, my ex, and his new gal. What made the situation sensitive was that we were all, in one form or fashion, involved in a professional organization. Further that with the fact that my ex overlapped the periods when he was dating either of us. Yeah, that’s why he’s an ex.
Anyways, myself, not in the most emotionally receptive condition (to be expected right?) was cool to the new girl.
Golem proceeded to take it upon himslf to call the new girl, tell her that it’s not *her* that I’m mad at but *him*.
Excuse me? Is this Golem’s business? What the fuck? Golem is not my friend, has no right to interject himself into the situation or feel an obligation to speak on my behalf. Right? Asshole. Shortly after this call that golem made, xfacor called me up to discuss why this shit was hitting the fan?
I proceeded to call up Golem and bitch his sorry ass out as is well deserved.
Flash forward five years to saturday night where Golem, who I, for obvious reasons have avoided any but the most peripheral contact with, is talking about me to others at the B.A.P. Apparently having discovered this website, the golem decided that “hey, MJ’s popular, she’s fun, she’s talking to people and *I* have no friends here” makes a weak forray at trying to be cool and acting like he’s my pal, decides to drop a scintillating piece of information that he thinks will crank up his *cool* meter.
“Hey, did you know that Min Jung has a picture of the tattoo on her ass on the internet?”
Uh, Hello? DO YOU WANT ME TO STEP ON YOUR NECK YOU JERK?
So yes. There is indeed a picture of my tatoo buried in this website. But of all the things to say regarding me and this little home that I’ve created online, that it’s a journal, that I record my life, my thoughts, my writing portfolio, and other bits and pieces of what’s going on with me decides that *the one thing* worth mentioning about me to a circle of people that he doesn’t know is that he’s seen a pix of my tatoo on the internet. I know I’ve never even told this creep about this personal page but he’s discovered it. And decided that the only thing really worthy of mention is that. Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. Here’s a nickle. Buy a clue. That was fucking insensitive, stupid, and obnoxious. A sensationalist emotionally vacuous and manipulative, insensitive expression of how stupidly ugly some individuals can be.
In my most cordial attempt at patience, I told the Golem to *GO AWAY*.
This is my lesser cordial request if he’s reading this.
I swear, some people have less sense than what God gave a backstreetboy.
The rest of the evening, good, fun, great catching up with genuine friends, and drinking too much. Even though the guy impersonating Phil Ting at the BAP spilled my beer on my shoes.
Skinny Panda
Sunday was spent napping, chilling, dining, and seeing Zoolander with The Phil and ompany. He’s a good guy and it was good to chill, decompress, and chat fireside. Yeah, he’s still jealous of my home and I don’t mind a moment him flipping me the bird in envy.
Shoo Fly, Don’t Bother Me
It’s getting nipply these days and the central heating is getting a long deserved stretch but has apparently unsettled an entire cavalcade of flies into my bedroom. Finally those cobwebs in the rafters are useful for something as I now see a half dozen buzzers suspended and wrapped for fall feasting by the arachnid roommates. It’s still gross though and I’m using hairspray to stop them in their tracks before dustbusting their carcasses up.
Peace Out Folks,
Min Jung
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