Well, I haven’t been in the mood to post anything recently. A weird feeling of no gumption and self will passed through my life.

It’s ended now.

Mountain Dew has a way of making things better.

I’m debating whether I should join a fantasy football league. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but never had enough people to make “the dream a reality”.

I think we should start an Office league.  Or Southern Cal…or something.

Maybe I’m out of the loop and there is one.

I wish I was in the loop.

Then again, Bill Simmons thinks girls shouldn’t be part of fantasy leagues. Then again…sometimes he can be sexist. Bah ram that Sports Guy rule.

I guess that’s were the “take things with a grain of salt comes in”.

Dulcy’s home. It’s good that she has returned. Life is somehow just a tad bit more sane with her around.

And I’m home. In the last 6 weeks, I’ve been away 3. I feel like I don’t know my home, or area, much anymore.

I have to get into the groove again.

I write this post to you from Tijauna, Mexico.

I’m visiting my dad for the day. Then I’m heading over to the Beach House to be with this lovely family.
Can’t wait.

So far, I had a close call with my computer. The electricity surged my battery, made it shut down and it wouldn’t reboot. So I chatted my ever handy computer friend, who walked me through the fixing process…and now it works.
I’m ever so thankful.

Now I’m skeptical of Mexican electricity.

Some things that I’ve realized about myself recently: I’m skeptical of just about everything, I’m paranoid about my computer, and I’m freaked out that my cancer moon might someday over rule my aries and leo rising. (Wouldn’t that be freaky?)
Prepare for the Ice Age is at hand!

I’m away at meetings, but do know that I’m with you in spirit, like always.
I’ll give you the run down. Eventually.

Walking on warm sand, cement, brick, and tile, barefoot.

Laying on a trampoline staring at the sky.

The warmth of the sun beating down on me. (without the tanning part)

The sunrise. (Though I dispise getting up early, when I do, I like the feeling of the temperature rising and the dark disappearing)

Cookie Dough ice cream.

Mountain Dew.

The ocean.

Mark Twain’s short stories.

Dave Barry, Bill Simmons, and Tony Kornheiser’s columns.

…and birthdays.
Happy Birthday to all who had a birthday in the last few weeks or are having one today, or in a couple of days.

Wishing you all the best.

Assuming you are stuck on this desert island, who are the five people you’d want with you?

There is one rule: No sex.

(That sound you hear is thousands of grumbling men scratching Claudia Schiffer off their lists.)

Not only is there no sex on this island, but there is no longing for sex, no contemplating sex,
no memories of sex. Sex is not part of the equation for whom you would bring to this desert
island — a small island in the South Pacific named, uh, Nonookie Island, overgrown with
saltpeter trees. – Tony Kornheiser

You can read the rest here. Infact you must read the rest to understand the rest.

I’m not exactly sure who I would pick, but I think I’d pick 5 guys. The guys because well…we can talk sports, electronic gadgets, computers, music, have fights, debate and argue for hours, and be stupid and not worry about hurt feelings or girly stuff.
Then on second thought, maybe I’d take a girl, just incase the guys start to annoy me. Have you ever noticed how girls dress and act to impress girls more than they do guys?

It’s irritating.

What would your five comprise of?

Here’s my belated rant about Emo music.

First a few questions.

Why is it okay for a group of guys with guitars to sing about how their girlfriend left them and still be well liked by everyone, girls and guys alike?

But if a girl sings about how her boyfriend left her…you won’t find a guy who would admit he listens to her, and she gets classified as pop?

Then we have boy bands who sing about about their girlfriend who left them, and well…nobody over the age of 14 listens to them.

All three are relatively the same, but Emo seems to be the most popular. Why?

I don’t know.

Isn’t it strange to have a girl sing “She’s seeing other guys, I dream of her”. But yet, girls seem to be the like 55% of the population who listen to and buys Emo.

My incomplete theory is, that male voices sound better than females, especially for rock. Punk rock sounds better than pop, and boy bands are a lost and forgotten art (which we can all praise Allah for).

Seriously who wants to hear about a girl losing her boyfriend or some nameless crush? Or how she has “risen above”. Because honestly, from a girls perspective, she’s lying, she hasn’t, and most likely never will.

But I can’t get at what makes girls listen to males droning about their lost love. Maybe because their’s sounds more sincere and believable?

And what makes guys want to hear other guys sing about that stuff? Because if it was a boy band, they would stay far far away from the stuff. Is it because it’s hidden under Punk Rock, it’s okay?

I need answers. I’m being open now, I’m starting to dig the stuff, and I don’t know why.
Yeah, it’s pretty much the sweetest thing ever.

Remember that annoying chinese woman from Dude Where’s My Car?

“And Then…?”

Chinese. Chinese products. China.

This is a rant about them and theirs. China – the country on the other side of the Pacific.

Fans. Chinese Fans. Chinese Metal Fans with instructions that don’t work or match the product.

Because of the recent dry hot spell that southern California experienced, every fan that was in about a hour and half radius of us was bought out. So dear Sam made the wonderful trip to pick us up some… CHINESE fans.

“Made in China”. “Best Product from China.”

My theory is that there are two types of products from China, American China, and Chinese China. I believe those fans were from the latter.

I really wanted to think that they were made in Mexico, and that they had perhaps just lied about the original homeland. See, I had nothing against China. Mexico has always been that “iffy” place for me. Now…roles might be changing.

It was a short lived dream though. I have found that there is a definate difference between Chinglish and Spanglish.

Like this for instance. “Good song term I choose, New song term I hear”

That’s a quote from a “mp3 player II” that Dulcy just received. After loading it into the computer “No find mp3 device.”

No Find?

Heh.

General Tso’s chicken, is best thing to ever come out of china. (or did that originate from America China?)

Okay, Okay, I change my mind, make that the fortune cookie.

I was an Emperor, a rich powerful ball of charisma. I was the world’s nicest guy and THEY ruined my life for no reason.

If I ever had to change professions, this would be it.

Or so they say.

I went out shop to shop with Dulcy and Dan today. “It was pretty much the coolest thing ever.” Dulce and I provisioned at a Mexican Resturant. I realized that I don’t really like Enchiladas, but I was hungry…so PTL. And I’m super thankful that he donated food to our hungry little stomachs.
Here’s some pictures courtesy of Dulcinea Tincher. My personal fashion designer, make-up artist, and photographer.

A couple of weeks ago my relatives invited me up to Ventura to visit them, so yesterday I accepted the invite and…did another first. I took an Amtrak up north. I love traveling, so I found it to be thrilling.
My cousin Jess, took me on a tour of Ventura. It’s a rather pretty city. She took me up to the “Cross”. It’s a park that’s on a mountain, and you can see the whole city from up there. It was such an awesome experience. Being on top of the world, watching the ocean go on for miles and miles, knowing that it doesn’t stop until it hits…Japan. It made me feel rather small.
            

Had my first In and Out shake and fries. Quite the experience, I must say.

Then we went to the V.C. Fair. Which was also grand. Went on a few rides, got slushes, and watched the All American Rejects concert. It was really cool, though not half as good as Salt of Earth and Free’s concerts at WS III. (I don’t think many bands could top them.)

Before the concert a thought struck me, “What makes emo popular?” I’ll give you my rant tomorrow though.

Oh, and it was my cousin Sean’s 13th birthday. Hope he found it to be grand.

The way back home was kinda boring, so I decided to head down to the snack bar. For once, a place sold pepsi products and not coke. Do you know how hard it is to find a resturant that sells Mountain Dew? Extremely. I was delighted with my find. There was even Snickers Bars. So I was very pleased. Except…the price. A 12oz. can of MD $1.50. A Big Snickers Bar $1.50. The price of my glutteness nature $3.00.

Insane!

And the Snickers was dried out. BUT…my stomach was satisfied for about 5 minutes.

So PTL. Amen?