Fame
02/03/02
Something hilarious I found today in my stats referrrals
This from Chrish
“I had a good time looking at some of the blog celebrities’ pages this morning.
Especially Derek Powazek, Min Jung Kim, and also reading some pages from II Stix, a cool asian newsmag.
*Blink Blink*
Moi? In the same sentence as Derek Powazek? As a “fellow” blog celebrity?
*Blink Blink*.
Gracious, next you’ll hear rumors about me having Evhead’s baby or being involved in a threesome with Ernie & Kotke.
Whatever folks, I’m just a dork with a keyboard. Using *homestead* for chrissakes.
(Though not denying nor commenting on either the above mentioned rumors either.)
The Anti-Bloggies
I’ve decided to sponsor the “Worst Meme Bandwagoner” Category.
Though I know I won’t win “Most late for work” in this year’s antibloggie competition (mostly because I spent 9 months of last year… well. mostly not working) I think I have a reasonable shot at the “WORST ABUSE OF THIRD PERSON” Category for which I submit my “Terms of Service” as evidence. Go vote. Scoot.
Turrets Syndrom Outbreak Among Bloggers
Oh heaven help us and forgive us for the gross volume of profanity that has come out in the last few days.
Blame Canada.
Er, no.
Blame Ritchie who is visiting from Canada…
er no, that’s not right either.
Oh yeah,
Blame SSX Tricky.
A disturbingly addictive snowboarding game that turns otherwise mature and rational individuals into potty mouthed aggressive fiends who will pummel you and step on your neck if you try to tear the game controller from their fiendish little hands or if you walk in front of them while they stare unblinkingly at the tv screen. Luckily, no reported fatalities. Yet.
Ritchie’s in town, so of course some of us had to get together and chill. Belinda, Ernie, Dave, Me, Potpie, Paris,
Jesse, the Filipina Girls, etc. Basically, the entire silly Vancouver trip posse. Of course chilling did not involve going to a party, or a rave, or seeing some sites, or even DDR . It involves cooking,playing games, and making a sailor blush with our cussing. Bellinda was our lovely host and we had a specatcular dinner of Tempura Veggies, Chicken Katsu,and Sushi. Icecream and mochiball icecream too. Woot.
So yeah, let me give you some examples of the profanity that was used over the weekend.
Me Swearing:
“Mother Fucking Damn shit on a stick humping shoe pisser. God damn it. Fucking piece of shit on a roller coaster what the fuck this fucking oh my fucking damn it all to hell, mother fucker stupid fucking GAH!”
Paris Swearing:
“Damn it you little idiot. I don’t make the rules. You listen to me you little asshole, when I say jump, you jump. I don’t make the rules. Damn it… cuz it’s not like you’d want to land straight for once”
Emily swearing:
“Get away from me you Fucker” (when competing with her boyfriend)
Potpie swearing:
“Fuck OFF!”
(After cooking for several hours with Belle and in direct response to TD who poked at him and said hey…”I’m hungry”)
Belle swearing:
“Come here bitch! Let me smack you!” (To Paris on a competitive slope where they can punch each other)
Ernie swearing:
“Yo, at least you’re not in a mother fucking ditch, yo.”
Amazement swearing:
“Wait, MJ, you don’t know how to do a grab but you can grind a fence uphill? What the fuck…How the fuck did you do that?”
Don’t ask. Don’t fucking ask me.
I don’t game really, and am thankful that I dont’ own a PS2 or the game SSX Tricky otherwise I know I’d never get anything done. Plus I would most certainly start spewing acid and flame along with the coarse and vulgar, tremendously unladylike phrases that were overwhelming me that night. Turrets sydrome. SSX Turrets.
Friday was the first time I’d ever played a PS2 game. By Saturday night er.. Sunday Morning around 3 AM when we left the party, I had the precursor to carpel tunnel syndrome. Damn it all to hell.
Min Jung
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