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Bobicidal Tendencies & The Nuchalcentric Surbahar [Apr. 13th, 2008|01:38 am]
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[music |Al Green - Love & Happiness]

Inspired by recent conversation.



Hmm. Sense any trends? Naw.

According to what I hear from my lady friends, my preference of short hair on women puts me in the minority. I don't have anything against long hair but a nice plain bob with a visible neck will get my attention straightaway. The short hair effect became really pronounced during high school. My girlfriend at the time had a lot to do with it, though there are other debatable influences (Lady Jaye, Princess Leia, Joyce DeWitt).

As far as implications go, short hair has always given off an impression of an active and outgoing personality. (There could also be a practical element in that I very much enjoy necks and would rather there not be anything in the way, mm-hey mm-hey) That's as far as I'm looking into it, ultimately I just like the way it looks. Hair is hair.

Best example of a plain bob is Maura Tierney in the upper left. That's my favorite hairstyle on girls. It is CUTE as HELL and SO goddamn distracting. I take exception to "Pageboy" style bobs because they too often look like helmets or wigs.

Also, if you add glasses then that's a x2 hotness multiplier. I couldn't find that many examples because the hot nerds I know that fit the description are already taken.

So fellow fellows, any of you chaps find yourselves consistently leaning towards particular attributes (hair, elbows, eyes or otherwise)?
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Dashing through the sky, comes a fearful cry - EEEE BAYYYY (EEEE BAYYYY!) [Jan. 23rd, 2008|11:42 pm]
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[music |Budos Band - Budos Theme]

All the worry over the weekend seems to have more or less wrapped up, very neat & unexpectedly considering the amount of mental anguish I went through. I do have a tendency to react pretty severely when a personal project is in risk of ANYTHING.

Such is such.

[21:04] Esco> man I hate bellybutton piercings
[21:05] Esco> woman looking all fine then BAM huge sparkly pile of fucking dangly crap hanging out of her navel
[21:06] p_d> HA
[21:06] p_d> i never thought of it like that
[21:06] Esco> hate 'em
[21:08] JustinH> they just don't look good
[21:08] p_d> my thing about them is they just get in the way

They do! Holy God they do!

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON MEANINGLESS LOWER BACK ETCHINGS EITHER

Nostalgia bomb continued like a long stretch of napalm, i.e. extensive and unimportant rambling about GI Joes again )
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Tife and Limes: Denied a hot short-haired brunette happa at every turn, damn you Krishna [Oct. 19th, 2007|10:08 pm]
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-This was the slowest week on record. Monday I only ran about six jobs. It picked up a tiny bit in the middle of the week but it was still under half of my usual load. Today I only ran THREE jobs and spent most of my day reading the news and playing Scrabble. These dry patches do happen but it's kind of weird to have my workload practically evaporate. Last week we were thrice as busy.


-Drasticism. If you REALLY know me, eating a salad regularly for lunch is as bizarre as it gets. No, I don't know what brought this on.

-I am the god-damned certified King of going for a woman only to soon discover she already has a boyfriend. I swear. It has happened with such routine frequency that the phenomena has moved beyond simple coincidence into some kind of fucked up innate talent. It's maddening.

-Gym was the best. Guatemala beat Mexico, or so I repeatedly heard.
Gymming it up the hardest of cores )

-Not excited about SF4. Waiting for gameplay footage. The new logo looks awful, like it belongs to an extreme sports game starring Mario.

-The combined factors of 1)Talking to Steve and 2)Having the bombest TV have resulted in some screenshots of the Soul Calibur IV trailer showing Namco's perfection of ass-lighting techniques. The new girl is HORT. All the girls look excellent so far except for Bushroot hoop-greenie what's her face.
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Curly Fries and some Tife/Limes what do you all know about some CURLY FRIES, MAN?? [Apr. 15th, 2007|08:36 pm]
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I was never big on curly fries but I am so enamored with these things right now.

MAN. Today started out with all signs pointing to disaster. Big open exhibition going on at location, huge crowds all over the place, everyone was either late or lost getting there. But wouldn't you know, things went smooth as silk. Our usual spot on the site was just isolated enough that we got the same miniscule amount of foot traffic. The clouds and sun were still fucking with us but it's been doing that since December so I guess it can be considered consistent. We knocked the whole thing out in six hours. WHAT A LOAD OFF OF MY MIND HOLY JEBUS. I am so relieved. It was FREEZING at the end there. And my head kind of hurts now. I also made enough crude homoerotic jokes to give a camel an aneurysm.

Progress! Can't beat it. It is great. Great is the best. Everybody loves great. Great is in the mix. Great is to the max. How does Andrew pick stuff up if he's not wearing any Sam Yu's. Greatfully great, Monkey D.

Root beer never tasted so good. Heck yes.



-I bought a GameCube with component out. GC's are friggin' CHEAP AS FREE these days. Funny thing is, the earliest Cubes had progressive/480p via component, but in those days NOBODY was using 480p. Like 1% of the user base when they researched it. They removed it entirely from later Cubes to reduce manufacturing costs. GC component cables go for like $50-60 on ebay by themselves, which is ridiculous. Buying a system lot with the cables and a pile of games was way cheaper than trying to get just an early Cube and the cables seperately.

-I think the Indian girl in Tekken 6 does an exaggerated depiction of Kalari Payattu. I don't like how it looks from what was shown in the trailer (too Voldo-esque) but hopefully I'll be surprised later on. Also, THANK GOD LEO IS A GIRL. I could not STAND having an androgynous boy-thing/KOF reject in the game, especially with the turning & thumbs up pose *shudder*. But now, is ok. Blah blah Arcadia Magazine T6 news blah blah new wow cool leaps bounds alright.

-HOLY MOTHER pole vaulting is HOT. UNGH. )
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Odd's Bodd's (always with a little humor my dear Zilkov eh hee hee forced laugh ha.) [Oct. 2nd, 2006|11:04 pm]
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[mood |neither here nor there]

Baked a burnt cake with a touch of pneumonia while studying a smudged number. Like playing a violin underneath a bridge or in a park with pigeons, I've lost my shadow and need an earthquake.


It is a TRIP.

Time is flying. Like thinking about things I've done just two days ago feel a week away. But at the same time, the days do NOT fly by. Many things are accomplished in each hour and I am wholly cognizant of how much time has elapsed. But once all's said and done for the time being, it is whimsically far far away. More frequently finding myself in a reminiscent moment asking "What IS the point??"

I feel that I'm somehow repeating things I haven't done. Dig this shit. Like I'll be writing out a new page of choreography for something, and I'll look at it and clearly feel that I've already done it before. Completely new sequence of movements, but it comes out as if I it was programmed and I'm aware yet unaware of it as it happens. Recently having lots of deja vu while standing in new places. From my frequent dream premonitions I only recognize the feeling and atmosphere once the moment actually happens, so it is of no use other than to trip me out. >:|

Been feeling mechanical in my actions. It really set in after a few months of working. Knowing my routine, my schedule, things are just a bit TOO regular. I feel that there is always the potential for new and amazing things- and crazy unexpected developments do happen on occasion, but even then it feels very anticlimactic. Like a Japanese movie with too much exposition. I feel driven and I feel passionate about my project every weekend, but at the same time I can't shake this deeply vacant sensation. Like I'm missing a hefty chunk of my being. Bzzt whirr clank clank ping.

It would be great to meet a girl that has a real artistic talent I could appreciate. Or SOMEthing to be passionate about outside of making ends meet that takes skill, care, and dedication. Most all women I encounter are only concerned with working and/or going to school and getting the occasional girls' night out while otherwise fretting over their self-image. Lazy as HELL, too. Would rather starve than exercise, resign themselves to uselessness while still in their twenties and thirties. The attractive ones that have an exceptional skill of course already have boyfriends within hella superfied long-term relations that you do NOT even think about rolling up on because that is some hardcore asshole shit to attempt. I must live in the wrong time zone or have bad feng shui or am just behind on my goat's blood tribute to Popo Bawa.

Been pondering my own mortality a lot recently. Lots of dreams about it too. Nothing encouraging or discouraging about the conclusions. The constant is always something like, "Everything is as it is. And what IS, is everything." Yeah I know :|

Life is long but time is short. Supremely fucked up is what.
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catching up [Sep. 11th, 2006|07:52 pm]
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[mood |emolicious]
[music |Talib Kweli - Get By (going to have to rip the dvd audio)]

Things are okay at work. She wasn't even aware she pissed me off (no doubt due to the fact she frowns at me half the time AND HEY I'M SUCH A HAPPY GUY EH) but I've decided to be civil. On Friday I buried Pompeii because I was already somewhat depressed and that look was the extra kick in the head I didn't need. I haven't reacted that strongly to anything in a long time but when you're at the edge of the emo precipice it doesn't take much to shove you over. Especially when it's been a while. Things have been going very well recently so I suppose this episode was the pitfall after the hill. Could've been worse.

Still, hardcore snugglebunnies (/Breathed) in demand like argh. I'm talking a nigh 3-year deficit. But here I am in the middle of the most ambitious project of my life, and time to cultivate is nonexistent. THIS is what you call BOO-URNS.



Hug-Bots

Green's the chase figure, Blue is very popular, and Yellow is the lowest seller in the case assortment.

-REGARDING 9/11

-Guitar Hero 2 tracklist (old-ish news). I haven't heard about a fourth of them. G n'R, Primus, STP, Spinal Tap = win.

-Last Tuesday I witnessed that apparently spaghetti and meatballs will halt the reoccurence of old knee injuries. Also, having at least four Guatemalans in the gym is crucial to sustaining a proper energy level.

-I HAVE STAR FOX. I HAVE NO TIME TO PLAY IT.

-I DO NOT LIKE FOX'S DESIGN. HE LOOKS LIKE A CONSTIPATED DUCK.



Hard work. Two million Ab jokes. Great weekend.
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Fuck with ME today. [Sep. 8th, 2006|06:05 pm]
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[mood | mad as fuck]
[music |Talib Kweli - Get By]

Go out of my way to be cheerful, compliments abound, frequent laugh-inducing week in and out. But today, set me OFF. Comes in, brand new outfit, looking fine as fine could possibly be. GOD FORBID I find her attractive, Jesus Lord no. Fucking SCOWLS at me like I had no right to even LOOK. Like I'm a fucking JOKE, I ain't got no RIGHT. Does this to me half the damn time anyway, just makes me feel bad for smiling in the first place. No smiling today. Not my job to supply the fucking jollies all the goddamn time. I smile at her, she frowns at me. The hell kind of sense does that make.

I am the fucking Hug-Bot, you pricks.

Better believe I'm going to channel this shit tomorrow. I haven't been this mad for this long in AGES. Feels right. Feels right. Shit is about to get ROCKED.

You don't STEW in the anger. You drive it out. Make it into something strong, something new. That's what the fucking repercussions should be. No destruction, no revenge. Channel that shit.


Just to get (by), just to get (by)
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YO JOE [Feb. 19th, 2006|08:58 am]
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[mood | sleepy]
[music |The Toasters - Dub 56 (Remix)]

Pulling an all-nighter to fix my clock after that impromptu 6-hour sleep extension yesterday morning. FINALLY finished this picture of Lady Jaye/Scarlett/Cover Girl that I'd been doing off and on over the past 4 days. First female full-body shots I've done that I'm happy with.

(Moved to DeviantART)

You never forget the ladies you grew up with.

I don't know how to color (aside from using the keen paint can icon) nor do I yet understand how layers work so coloring is quite a ways away from me. The above piece I would LOVE to get colored one way or another eventually. I'd like for it to be colored like so, only not sucking:


(Fifteen-minute hackjob with ye olde paint can)

-Lady Jaye is based on her ideal depiction from the Sunbow Cartoon plus all the neat-o straps and stuff on her 2003 Figure. She wields the sexy Benelli Nova Tactical Shotgun.
-Scarlett is based on her 2002 Figure with the Sunbow shade of hair. Orange? Psh. She's holding the Steyr AUG w/Picatinny rail. Hell if I was gonna give her a bloody crossbow.
-Cover Girl is based on her 2005 DTC Figure. She carries the M249 SAW (SPW & Mk.46 parts). Highly unappreciated, this lady.

I get super meticulous about the weapons because I learned my detailing discipline by copying guns out of books for years as a kid. One thing about drawing that I forgot: once I get on a roll the time just DISAPPEARS. If I wanted to do this any more than I do now I would HAVE to be doing it for a living- I'd probably only have enough time to eat and sleep otherwise. The paper just pulls me in like crazy until my hands decide to stop moving and my eyeballs no longer focus. And this is when it's just a HOBBY. Good God.

Now that I've suddenly become capable of drawing non-horrendous women, it's all I want to draw. I absolutely MUST do the Baroness now (I have no choice in the matter), a freaking ton of game girls (Blue Mary, Chun, Akira, Jill, Christie, Julia, King, etc.), and just women in general. Well besides that I've had the itch to try some caricatures of people I know, if my first attempts turn out decent enough I'll do a bunch. If I keep this up I might get one of them DeviantART sites but be one of those people who actually keep it updated.

My mom noted that I like drawing strong, confident women. It's what I find attractive. Hard to find a classy, self-assured, positive woman that is also physically skilled/disciplined. NOTE TO LADIES: A HALF HOUR OF STRETCHING ONCE A WEEK DOES NOT CONSTITUTE REGULAR EXERCISE. DON'T TELL ME YOU LOVE "WORKING OUT" WHEN THAT'S ALL YOU DO. For fuck's sake. Anyway being able to depict that which you find most attractive (which is what I imagine all artists do in some form or another) is an enormous incentive to draw. Expect quite a few versions of sweaty, toned gals in track jackets. MM-HMM.

P.S. Ten minute sprite edits:


*PUK*

All this drawing came out of originally sketching fight choreography. I'm somewhat sidetracked so I have to veer toward my original course now. Haven't skipped my daily workouts though, I get my ab routine and 100-200 push-ups without fail. I've also started on some new tricks (cheat 900/double) but I bruised the side of my right heel a few days ago. If I bruised the bottom of my heel I'd be screwed for about two weeks, but thankfully this one is almost gone. Feeling good! Just gotta get through today and grab a sound sleep.

Holy BALLS it is FREEZING OUTSIDE
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Tife and Limes: "I can't get nur! *da da daaa daa da da* -can't get nur!" [Feb. 5th, 2006|09:08 pm]
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[mood |productive]
[music |RJD2 - Ghostwriter]

I've had a most productive day but the internet is MAD distracting so I'm gonna scrawl this real quick and be off.

Last couple of days it's been either a perfect spring or summer day. Eighty degrees ALL WEEK in the forecast. It's even 70 degrees right now at 9 p.m. Some winter. Summer's gonna fry us all.

The Fonz sent me some pics of the Hercules Library frame currently under construction. Talk about FINALLY. Good Jesus we've had a mound of dirt next to city hall with a sign saying "Hercules Library Coming Soon" for like a dozen years. Sucks for the kids in the gulag down Refugio that it's not any closer.

Bill sent me a Shirow calendar (which has some choice images I wanted larger versions of from Intron Depot 2, glee!) and Aragami and 2LDK. I'd seen Aragami before and wasn't impressed at all, but I didn't know then that it was part of the Duel Project - a wager between Kitamura and Tsutsumi to shoot a duel to the death film in 7 days. It was much better the second time when I kept that in mind. 2LDK was SHOCKINGLY brutal. It was an impressive effort especially when watching the documentary, one lead actress got a 102 degree fever one day and gave it to the OTHER lead the next day and they were sick as shit but carried on like professionals. In-SANE. That's the Japanese work ethic for you. I now have a substantial crush on Maho Nonami, she's kinda like Chisato Morishita and Gillian Chung slapped together and rocking that hot Japanese lip pout thing. Y HALO THAR MA'AM :3

Malandro sent a bunch of pictures from Brazil. He's been down there training close to a year now and he's so cut it looks like someone airbrushed his muscles on. Mestre says his Capoeira is rock solid. If I played him now he'd probably Arrastão or Tesoura me to the floor before I have time to blink.



Born to do it, this guy.

It's been a great movie week. Throwdown was an excellent movie and I watched it like thrice in a day. Highly motivating with hilarious characters (triads in particular). My favorite Johnnie To film to date. You gotta pay attention to it though, I almost missed a key point near the end because I looked away during an important line. It also has a great interview with To in the special features.

Andrew and I both hit this post-motivational slump at about the same time and that's what I'm working on right now to reverse. I wrote out some BOMB SHIT today and I am going to have PAGES done by tomorrow, dammit. ANDREW! WRITE, DAMN YOU! ROCK ON RAGS AND TRESSES!

I foolishly spent too much money on a BBQ Chicken Sandwich at Carl's Jr. the other day but DAMN if it wasn't delicious as hell. I swear they use different lettuce for that and the $1 chicken sandwiches, it was all crispy and tasty as opposed to having a consistency not unlike thick mucus. I remember when a combo with large fries used to cost like $4.50 and now it's like... EIGHT. The hell.

Apparently today was some big footyball game. I had to save these quotes about the halftime show for posterity:
Falconer: ...I'm pretty sure he doesn't know half of the lyrics to the song anymore. It just seems like he mumbles something not unlike gibberish two or three times per sentence. I swear, during the chorus it was something like "...and I *mbasgfh*, and I *adkfjbcv*, and I *pzqwjdn*... I can't get nur! I can't get nur!"
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"What did I TELL you Jasad?! THERE'S your wormhole!" [Aug. 4th, 2005|05:20 pm]
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[mood | thoughtfully warm]
[music |Katamari Damacy - Wanda Wanda]

I think we're somewheres about the halfway point of summer and it's kinda nice right now as opposed to UNFORGIVING STAR BROILING ALL UNCOVERED FLESH TO CRISPY ASHES (add sauce and parsley sprig, serves 4). The wind has been picking up the past few days so going outside between 11 and 3 is no longer such a bad prospect.

Earlier I was talking about hankering for an athletic woman. Specifically I'd like to eat date a dancer. Not dancing as in gyrating at the club (that doesn't even require rhythm for god's sake), but jazz/ballet or something classical. Dancers have a certain way of carrying themselves, an acquired subtle grace that is hard to come by. Although a typical point of interest is physical appearance, I believe that how somebody carries themselves is just as important. There's a lot that can be simply said in posture, the way one walks, even sits or stands up.

(Truthfully for the most part I don't enjoy ballet - unless it's Cyd Charisse =P)



On my daily adventures yesterday I picked up a $2 VHS of the pilot episode for Deep Space Nine. It's amazing how great a difference seven years makes in a series. Sisko was hilarious more often than not (especially in facial expression), Dax spoke her lines very awkwardly, Kira had the worst hair ever (especially in her first appearance in the office, GOD she looks like a blazing mushroom), Quark and Odo hadn't quite settled into their voices yet (Odo moreso than Quark), Odo's makeup having those awful sunken cheeks, everyone pronouncing KwARk instead of QUark. O'Brien, Bashir, and Gul Dukat were pretty consistant. Gul Jasad = COMEDY GOLD. That dude hammed it up like mad (all the Cardassian extras were ARR-ing like pirates at the Dabo table). By the end of the series Sisko was almost entirely stone faced & all-business, it's wild to see scenes like the orb's reenactment of meeting his wife on the beach (but Jennifer Sisko was pretty damn terrible, speak-ing lines like a ro-bot and mussing up an otherwise hilarious scene)

SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY the full series will be in my hands. Ngrr.

Nerd alert: Excelsior class, Miranda class, Nebula class, Ambassador class, and even an Oberth class in the Wolf 359 opening? GREAT selection.

I absolutely LOVE articles like Ex Astris Scientia's Wolf 359 Study. I just love this shit to death. This undoubtedly stems from my deep devotion to Return of the Jedi from which I acquired a desire to know all obscure background objects in science fiction menageries (be them starships or aliens). Hence the B-Wing being by favorite starfighter since it gets the least love of the Rebel fighters. Actually I always prefer some other ship to the "main" ship in a sci-fi series. Akira > Enterprise E, Excelsior > Enterprise A, Y-Wing > X-Wing, Omega-Class Destroyer > Whitestar.



I had to change some of my tags. It appears that LJ doesn't recognize tags consisting of multiple words, it sees each word as a seperate tag and therefore reads "Sorry, one or more specified tags do not exist." Thankfully the tag manager lets you easily rename a tag without having to go over each one. Any of you tag-happy folks like me might want to check your own tags (looks at TODE).

Things to remind myself to blog about later: Baking flatbread, Top 10 movie dance numbers list (akin to my top 10 HK fights list)
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ALE FROTH [Aug. 2nd, 2005|05:35 pm]
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[mood |mixed bag]
[music |We Love Katamari - Katamari on the Swing]

I was reading a 'con summary and was reminded of an unpleasant facet of society. You ever meet somebody who always must tell you what important job they're working on or when/where/why they're meeting/doing some famous person/gig even though it has NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING? People to whom you take an instant dislike- those who absolutely love to talk about their connections, the important people they know, how they've been involved in whatever for so long and how they know so much. Everything in an egodriven attempt to impress you and any/everybody at all times. You can meet these self-aggrandizing people everywhere, especially in SoCal. :(

"Hey bro. Listen bro, I'm just practicing for this important gig I've got in Europe next week bro. Don't mind me bro. And after tonight bro I'm going to hump Heather Graham in the ear because I've met Ingmar Bergman bro and William Fichtner for years when Ernest Borgnine and I went snowboarding last OH HEY bro looks like I'm getting a call from Jerry Bruckheimer isn't that wild bro hey here's my card bro CALL ME UP sometime let me know what's happenin' aight"

"That's great and everything but all I want to know is WHERE'S THE BATHROOM, ASSHOLE."

Bro. Total SoCal word and I'm getting sick to death of hearing it. It can easily be used with an ambiguously deceitful context, like "buddy", "pal", "amigo" etc.



In pleasant news, I nabbed the We Love Katamari soundtrack yesterday. This is wonderful stuff. I wish Americans would take such a diverse approach to gaming music. When you can have songs like Everlasting Love, Disco Prince (current favorite) and Royal Academy of the Katamari on one disc, that's a keeper. Hard to say whether or not I prefer this to Katamari Damacy's soundtrack, it kind of feels like the albums shouldn't even be compared and instead are part of one big happy katamari universe. =)

Feel good music! Mmm-mm. I also finally got the Rez soundtrack. For some odd reason, Creation of the State of Art (stage 3) doesn't sound as good as it did in the game. It used to be my favorite track, but now Rock is Sponge and Buggie Running Beeps are in contention for that spot. It's all great, though.

I discovered today that the cd-burner on my post-retrofit computer is finally fully functional (and speedily efficient) so I can FINALLY take CDs of the Katamari Damacys, Streets of Rages, Mega Man 2, Rez, Ridge Racer, Soul Blade AST and Street Fighter EX+@ AST with me wherever I go. GLEE



I saw a lovely girl in a nice pair of jeans yesterday and wanted to clamp onto her hindquarters like a Chip Clip. Girls who suitably fill pants that actually FIT THEM = OO ER OH MY.

Swear, TOO MANY women have a tendency to buy tight low-cut jeans when it doesn't fit their anatomy in the LEAST and their midsections come pouring out over the brim like brisk quivering ale froth. ALE FROTH! SEEN A MIRROR LATELY? GODS, SPARE MY EYES! NO MIDRIFFS FOR YOU!
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sand in my eyebrows, spines, ardha matsyendrasana, heck yes [Jul. 22nd, 2005|07:01 pm]
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[mood | need a slurpee IT'S HOT HOT H]
[music |Al Green - Sha La La]


My sister and I went to Malibu beach yesterday for the afternoon. We saved some whales, won the beach volleyball regionals, and punctured our femoral arteries on some sand-embedded rocks. We bled to death crawling back to shore. My carcass is a mere 1.7% darker. Even in death my body refuses to tan without a severe burn.

I spied a woman on the beach who had such a significant lack of back muscle that her vertebrae portruded from her skin like Tuojiangosaurus plates. She looked like she had NEGATIVE trapezius mass which made them jut out farther. Everyone's spine is visible to some degree, but the lamina points shouldn't CAST A SERRATED SHADOW ON YOUR OWN BODY. Eeeuguughhuguguhgeuhghg.

I've been hankering for an athletic woman. I've had girlfriends who exercised regularly (first was a lifeguard during the summer, and what a summer that was) but nobody who ever really excercised with commitment and enthusiasm beyond maintaining appearances. I'd like to eat meet someone that trains to increase their skill and dexterity in an art form of some kind.

At the bookstore I tend to look at covers of Yoga Journal and Shape instead of Maxim/Stuff/FHM etc. It's easy enough to find good-looking women, but what about those that are actually skilled with their bodies? You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... guys only want girlfriends who have great skills- wait.

Despite all these preferences, it always comes down to whether or not that vital connection is there, and the odds of finding one worth hanging onto can be like winning the lottery. =(((((



Ask me for a top five list on pretty much anything, and I will give you my top five list on that thing. Sounds fun.

Speaking of Napoleon, I'd buy that totally sweet dancing figure- if I didn't have to spend money on food and bills and all that stuff.

Half-mast for James Doohan. I had no idea about the missing right middle finger. Even in the shot in the Trouble With Tribbles, I assumed that his middle finger was just in the pile somewhere. He always had the fingers on his right hand curled up or by his side. In Star Trek III you can see he has only four fingers when he hands the Excelsior parts to Dr.McCoy after they leave spacedock.
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Eeeh Threeh 2005 a.k.a. TL;DR a.k.a. Sue Katowich is HOT [May. 21st, 2005|12:36 am]
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[mood | sleepums]
[music |David Bowie - Sister Midnight]

I went to my very first E3, and it was fun for a few hours until the novelty wore off. Problem was all the newsbreaking footage (PS3, Xbox 360, Revolution) hit the internet on monday/tuesday so E3 was the same thing only you had to wait in line. As far as the rest of the show, there wasn't that much I found exciting besides Urban Reign (the 3D beat-em-up I've been waiting for my whole life) and the PS3 Killzone trailer. To be honest, I'm not excited about the new consoles because they seem unnecessary. The industry could've waited another year or two instead of rushing to beat each other at the new-console-every-5-years routine.

I got in because my most awesome sister was a booth girl at Sega and got me a pass. She had plenty of horror stories to relay about the guys who asked for pictures. They'd be very shy for the most part, but some guys just straight up STANK. I was walking around and caught some passing funk from time to time, good GOD there was some serious stench wafting around the aisles waiting to strike.

Although I refused to play the booth girls' games and turn myself into a slobbering/hollering idiot for a free shirt, I still managed to procure a healthy amount of free swag. The Gamer & Phantasy Star shirts and AiAi from Super Monkey Ball 2 were Sega goods from my sister. I got the Pac Man shirt, about two dozen Gumbys, the Urban Reign shirt, the Katamari Damacy mousepad, and a Mage Knight archer elf figure from the Namco booth alone. All the free shirts at E3 were extra-large, which was rather an unfair implication- although it did force me to look at myself and realize just how far I've let myself go. Seriously though, I wonder why they all had to be XL. Some of the people there were incredibly rude when taking free stuff. They'd snatch and run while avoiding eye contact or just abrasively demand like they deserved it. I find that it's common courtesy to ask "May I have one?" and say "Thank you" afterward, plus girls giving things out will be much nicer to you. A seriously appalling lack of manners at E3.

Namco seriously had the best stage show in the place- all the other dance routines I saw were generic/boring/half hearted. Namco's stage show had little to do with their games besides just being a well-choreographed (really, it was) spectacle and giving out free crap. Man, you should've seen some of the overweight guys in business shirts standing next to me. Mouths agape, bug eyed and SWEATING. EEEUUGH. Way to compose yourselves there, fellas. Ilram was Mitsurugi in the SC3 part of the show, I'll put up some pics from that tomorrow on the ZG site.



Now the strangest thing was that the people I was looking for I didn't find, and the people I never expected I bumped into by chance. I was looking for [info]fandomgreen for the longest time, I was tackling every black guy I saw but to no avail. Damn your antisocial tendencies Racewing, DYLE and I both know good and well you were purposely avoiding us. We only would've body-slammed you if we thought you really NEEDED IT. I also found out later that Adam Clark (Jester/Arkham from Devil May Cry 3) was there but we never ran into each other.

But people I DID run into:
- Steve Allen (aka Handyman) from Pinole Valley High, now an engineer (imagine that, an Asian engineer) with a small bay area company that makes cell-phone games. He looks EXACTLY THE SAME. EXACTLY.

- Adam Bormann from Monolith actually FOUND ME. At about 2 p.m. I ducked into a shadowy alcove in a crowded hallway to pass out for a little bit, and somehow he saw me and woke me up. I was all huddled up in a ball and he just FINDS my ass. Amazing.

- Ken and Kerry showed up around the afternoon, I bumped into them and subsequently ran into Shinji Shinohara (Devil May Cry 3 cg movie producer) and Hideaki Itsuno (Devil May Cry 3 game director) at the Capcom booth. It was really great to see them again, and I tried desperately to get them to hire me on something in the future since Japan was so friggin' awesome. I showed them a picture of my sister and neither believed she was really my sister since I'm such a freakish ogre. (Oh HA HA you wry Japanese people ;_;)

- I got into a conversation with a nice couple who were both wearing Devil May Cry 3 t-shirts. They both loved the game to death and had bought the shirts from Capcom before E3. I told them I was the monsters, did some voice bits, they went nuts and took my picture with them. AGNI & RUDRA FOR LIFE BAY-BEE.

- When I had about an hour left, I was trundling by the Nintendo booth and was recognized by a foxy girl and a somewhat nervous Asian fellow. It seems my penchant for getting recognized at least once by strangers at every convention I go to is remaining constant, I still did a poor job of handling myself as well. So this Rob Henry fellow (stout and grizzled like a weathered Norsk fisherman decorated with tusks and tell-tale narwhal scars in a blue dress shirt) had been a regular at my old Capoeira site since the beginning and has followed my progressive online debaucheries with regularity. His very lovely companion Sue Katowich (A towering ebony megalith with penetrating heat vision and a take-no-guff attitude no doubt acquired during bicycle marathons in the Eastern Sahara) was also very familiar with my nonsensical internet hooey. It was a sincere pleasure meeting such supportive and levelheaded folks, I recommended someday we go out for Italian food since they don't live far from Canoga Park. By the way I'm going to link to Sue's site (even though it's only got a front page) in the hopes that pressure will build into a relaunch of its contents. I googlear-tell that Sue is quite the accomplished artist and now my curiosity gauge is all a-tingle. And Rob, I think you're a sexy beast too, I'll never forget our steamy tryst behind the Agetec booth. ;-*



I've been out working all day so I'm just going to post some pictures here and pass the fuck out, maybe expound a bit more later.

Namco section, Namco section 2, Namco section 3, Namco SC3 section

Katamari: A Namco staffer was gluing crap to this thing every 10 minutes. I took this pic when I got there at the beginning of the day, by noon the area was constantly swamped.

The Prince: I think the Prince was one of the dancers. The person was only out for about 10 minutes before they went back inside and disappeared. Gumby was also walking around for a while.

SF Anniversary cab, one of two at the Capcom booth: SF2 thru SSF2T plus Alphas 1-3, I played some guy several rounds in Turbo with Zangief and Guile before the crowd got huge. There were also old cabs for Final Fight and Side Arms.

Nintendo section, Sony section, Xbox section, Sega section, Konami section, SNK/Playmore section, Batman Begins Batmobile
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Ex... er.... cise? [May. 11th, 2005|12:42 pm]
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[mood | slightly sore in a good way]
[music |Led Zeppelin (Live @ Knebworth 1979) - Achilles Last Stand]

I dusted myself off yesterday and worked out. I've been too busy/poor/distracted to go to the gym (I don't really enjoy the atmosphere there anyway) and haven't really gone through the motions for almost two weeks. Spent about an hour on the standing basics and floor basics, then jumped around for 30 min.

My living room is 10'x10' which is not that much space to tear around in. I think space-wise it's good because I prefer being able to do moves from a standing position or with as little setup/distance requirement as possible- plus it keeps my airborne spatial awareness precise. Of course there are a few things I can't do tumbling wise in this room. I can do gainers, but a few months ago I almost hit my forehead on the ceiling doing a back tuck (I have witnesses) and that freaked me out good.

I'm 5 pounds less than my normal weight since I had the flu and I've been trying to get it back. Fortunately I haven't lost any moves besides a few I was inconsistent with and haven't tried for ages (jackknife= gone). Some things I THOUGHT I'd lost from inactivity (Meia Lua Reversão w/ one hand= EMBARRASING CRASH), but I just had to do them 5-10 times and they were back. Muscle memory is a lovely thing. My body remembers how to do them all, just need to reactivate the necessary muscles from hibernation. Thank goodness for that.
WHEE (everything always looks better and higher in a still picture)

Top: Raiz, Folha Seca, Meia Lua Reversão - Bottom: Mariposa, Parafuso, Au Cortado Sem Mão

My back is still in perfect working order, joy of joys (the lower back and abs are the most important muscles as they hold the body together, screw having a massive chest). I devised a routine to keep the cobwebs from accumulating. Some of my friends have had freak injuries lately, plus I don't want to get comfortably lethargic. 'Tis nice to have long legs, hollow bones, and an aerodynamic head.



Speaking of abs and backs, I absolutely die for women with fabulous midsections. Those are hard to find. I LOOOVE me some abs and backs. Hrahhhallhalhrh. It also means a girl knows how to take care of herself proper.

My allergies are KICKING my ASS. The antihistamine I bought seems to be working, but yesterday I forgot about it when I walked to the bank. My (why is it always the) left eye was absolutely suffering and I had a bounty of snot harvested in my nose by the time I got back. It's no small relief to violently empty your sinuses in the shower.

One thing I've noticed for several years: whenever I walk, my left arm swings normally but my right arm usually hangs unmoving by my side. I wonder why that is.
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If u ain't got no place 2 stay - Come on baby 'round this way [Apr. 16th, 2005|09:30 pm]
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[mood | fricking gorged is the word]
[music |Prince Live at the Aladdin: Everlasting Now]

Yesterday I went to the used bookstore down the street and bought a VHS of Royal Wedding. Whoever holds the rights to this film should be ashamed. This movie deserves a full out Singin' in the Rain Special Edition treatment. There should be more concern for old movie musicals, especially the ones with uncomparable dance performances. You look up Royal Wedding at Best Buy and you'll get a dozen shitty 3 to 5 dollar budget DVDs. Fred Astaire's work deserves more respect.

I tried out an Italian restaurant a few blocks away. The windows are always covered and it actually took me a while to notice it. First impressions were not too positive, a simple plate of pasta was about $11. I figured what the hell, I needed to treat myself to something substantial. Shells with sausage and meat sauce sounded safe. The owners had their eye on me, I doubt many people ever stop by to eat alone (I was looking for the bathroom and I think they thought I was going to leave after eating my basket of bread). Seems the majority of their business is large groups of the elderly. My dinner came and I was pleasantly surprised: two kidney-sized sausages on a mattress of al dente shells and enough sauce to BATHE MY HEAD IN. I was stuffed enough once I finished the pasta and sausage, but I got extra bread so I could sop up the remaining sauce. Too good to go to waste. At this moment I am a pale slab of muscles and flesh, heaving slowly under the aching strain of my overloaded entrails. Feels good in a way. If I ever become incapable of eating Italian food, I'd better be dead. I'm so full I sound like Johnny Depp after taking all that adrenochrome in Fear & Loathing.

Maybe you could just... shove me into the pool, or something...

I've never considered myself attractive. Majority of my youth was being that skinny Chinese dork that people pushed around just for being there. Good deal of instances in middle school where girls would openly ridicule me. Nowadays I certainly don't find myself ugly (definitely odd though), but any kind of compliment I get is automatically parried with three tons of skepticism and a healthy shot of denial. I stand critically afraid of any ego growth. There are rare instances when women say they find me attractive- I usually have trouble accepting such claims because the back of my head says it might be a cruel joke. But on some even rarer occasions, I meet somebody and feel a connection. When you feel attraction between each other, you tend to run with it. Even if they're already taken (MASSIVE EARTH-SHAKING D'OH). Right now I'm in this situation with a friend. It's hard not to give in to my impulses, because when the slightest potential is there, all the hopless romanticism and desires will bind together and pound away at the repression demanding to be unleashed like an AHVB x3. I have to apologize to my friend because I am definitely NOT making things any easier, and I will conduct myself with better restraint from now on. I can be one certifiable whore if given that precious and scarce connection.

How many y'all just came to dance
Let me see you shake your pants


Hmm hmm. Still can't move. Some pictures from the Caribbean tomorrow.
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Men are so sentimental [Mar. 8th, 2005|02:20 am]
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[mood | morose]
[music |Prince - The Beautiful Ones]

LAST MINUTE EBAY CRAP! UNH! GOOD GOD! Toys, pads, DVDs etc. Fucking bills.

I believe I've gone through the worst of the flu. My head is fairly clear (a bit fuzzy), I can breathe through my nose again, and no more sweating. However, I still can't fully relax or sleep soundly, and my body is constantly trying to kick all this dark green stuff the FUCKING HELL OUT of my lungs. When I get into a coughing fit and try to clear out the pipes, the cacophony echoes up and down the street.

Things have been getting worse and worse. Past month has been a new bill, broken this, replace that, no money to fix that, gigs canceled, then get chock full of INFLUENZA and completely derail my productivity for a week. And as I START to get my head back, oh shit, rent! The next week is going to be extremely tight. I don't want to have to sell any of my goddamn teeth. Times are not fun.

Considering this year I just want to get my movie made one way or another, looks like some severe changes need to be made to my routine. But the daily risks and uncertainties never leave, alongside whatever new obstacles decide to pop the fuck up. I don't even know if my cowriter is going to have to leave and how long it'll take for him to come back when/if he does. If there's ever a time I needed some good fucking news, it's now. Not good news to think about, I need some seriously cranked up & definitive GOOD MO'FUCKING NEWS to pull my head out of the iron-spiked pit.

When I get through with all this youthful running about impulsively while thrUSTing at my arduous aspirations, I need to live a simpler life. Get the freak out of the city, go someplace where nature is not sanctioned in concrete plots, breathe me some fresh air for a long time and get back in touch with the important things. I can't get any real solitude or peace of mind, it's so stifling here. I'm more often than not forgetting small joys. TOO MUCH CONGESTION. Even back home, it's just getting more and more crowded. I need some sun, a big green field, a shady tree, and clean air.

Fucking city. Civilization in this high a concentration can't be even remotely close to right. Or natural. Or healthy. My heart's breaking.

What I haven't had in a long time is a sustained cuddle. Oh hee hee ha ha right, but tell me a sustained embrace with a woman doesn't sound like the BEST IDEA EVER (hey, fuck you then smartass. yeah you. philistine). Not sex, I mean that universal sensation of warmth and comfort and safety that you only get while grasping tightly to somebody. That's some great fucking therapy, and it's on my personal "makes life worth living" list.

I'd be fine if I could pull a beach or a meadow or a snugglesome girlfriend out of my backpack once a week, but alas. Times are so bloody temporary.

And I can't find that picture of two people cuddling that I thought portrayed the sensation to a suitable degree, so I'm using this instead:


Moral: Our existence is absurd. I'm going to kill several thousand people.
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unrequited love and affection [Feb. 5th, 2005|11:22 am]
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[mood | nostalgic]
[music |Smashing Pumpkins - 1979]

I recently watched Love Actually and Lucky Guy (Stephen Chow), which got me thinking about old infatuations. I don't brood on old crushes but rather associate them with good feelings. (If any of you guys have stories like these, I'd love to read them)

The first girl I remember having a crush on was named Christine Jung, this was during elementary school. I never quite knew what her specific nationality was, it was probably Korean (I always assumed Chinese because in grade school I was an idiot). Christine seems to be one of the most common names for Asian girls (besides Jen. I am so sick to death of that name, no offense to anyone who may hold that moniker. I have no problems with Jennifer, but Jen sounds terribly trendy in a trying-to-be-cute way). I can't say I ever really knew her or talked to her much, and we didn't hang out with the same crowds. She was just a very intelligent and beautiful girl. Beautiful in a very classy, natural way, like she needed no effort or makeup. Even though I always just admired her from afar back in the day, she remains in my mind the ideal picture of a classically beautiful Asian woman. Since we always went to the same schools, on occasion in high school we'd wave or smile at each other. That was about the extent of it, I never really knew her. I looked her up on Friendster and I think she's in marketing or something now. Hope to see her at the reunion.

My next big crush was a girl in middle school. She was in 7th grade, I was in 8th. Her name was March Hom. She was a very quiet, timid, lonely looking girl. Behavior was stereotypical of Chinese people- good grades, silent, polite, introverted. She had what seemed to be just one friend, neither of them smiled much. She had very short, boyish hair... and very very distinct Chinese features. Cute lips, small nose, HUMUNGOUS EYES. Oy, big beautiful ones. Still, she wasn't what you would consider conventionally attractive but I just loved her to death. Of course at the time I looked like a mutant (even moreso then than now) and was completely socially inept so any attempts at conversation ended up with me making a total fool of myself to an insane degree. That I'm not proud of. She's the most traditionally Chinese girl I've ever liked, and we probably didn't have anything in common, but I still smile when I think about her. At the time I would've killed three men for the chance to just give her a hug. Lord knows where she ended up, think a friend of mine some years back went to school with her at UC Davis or something.

By far the biggest unrequited-love-bender of my life was Tiffany Loui. For three years in high school she was my heaven and hell. She was half Chinese and half Hawaiian, an extreme workaholic (the kind that gets all the extra stamps on their diploma, belongs to all the important after school clubs and never sleeps), and was vastly talented in a multitude of things. What I really loved about her was her smile, and despite the fact that she worked herself 5 times as much as any normal student she always radiated this wonderful energy. She was a walking battery and I just lost my head when she was around. For two years (Junior year was the worst) I left notes in her locker every day, bought her gifts for no reason. I got the stones to ask her out once, and she was too busy. The worst moment was when I bought her this enormous stuffed dog the day before Christmas break and left it in her locker (it took up the whole space) only to find out later that she just started going out with someone. Gods that hurt. I continued on my futile antics (ultimately, all the gift-giving was just to make ME happy) until midway through my Senior year when I fell in love with Nicole and gloriously embarked on my first serious relationship. Thinking about Tiffany brings back a lot of bad with the good because as much as I devoted myself to her, she kept on going out with all these fucking white guys instead. Jesus Holy Potemkin Buster Christ, WHAT IS IT WITH ASIAN CHICKS AND WHITE GUYS. Oh well. It felt good to try to make her happy, and I got over that crush anyway. Although I still hold resentment to those white guys who treated her like shit (that figures, doesn't it?). I called her up a few months ago, she's living in San Diego working at a biotech firm or something like that and recently got engaged to someone. Funny. edit: It's also funny that I've never dated an Asian woman, besides Nicole who was half-Filipino.

Those are the only three that hold true significance from my youth. I can think of a lot of mild crushes (Joanne from FCBC, Mandy the Jehovah's Witness, other Nicole with the permanently hard nipples from Capoeira), but they weren't as affecting in the long run.

For better or worse, you never forget the ones that hit you in the heart so hard that you lost yourself in a total stranger.
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Everybody's got to do their own thing. And huge butts are awesome. [Jan. 25th, 2005|06:48 pm]
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[mood | contemplative]
[music |Frank Sinatra - Meditation]

(This was written in-between pauses of looking up obscure words while playing Scrabble with my roommate)

I'm poor but I can't complain.

My current roommate and I gravitated together because we more or less share the same lifestyle- neither of us can stand being conventionally employed and relegated to a steady routine of repetitive tasks spiced with soul-draining work-related mini-crisises (HYPHEN COMBO! +1500) that ultimately have no true significance in our motivations to live. Trying to make it in the entertainment industry can oftentimes seem like an exercise in futility and poverty... but the fact that I am making my own decisions and heading in my own direction satisfies my inner purpose to exist. That's ultimately what it comes down to. People will give you advice on how you should change your ways to become more successful, but success is relative (you can "win" by others' definitions but still be empty). It's more important to be satisfied with yourself and your decisions regardless of other people's expectations.

I talked to my mom recently and she recommended that I put up with a daily grind for a year just to make money. I inherited my disdain for the conventional from my mother (much to the chagrin of my ever-suffering father, who has wished from day one that I get a college diploma and a white-collar job like himself) but I have evolved far beyond the hereditery impulses bestowed upon me. I can't hold down a normal job for longer than 2 months without cracking and I've also revolted against academic life several times. I have to wonder how far back it was that my Taurean hardheadedness and dislike for authority figures became an integral feature that I will no doubt carry far into my old age.

BUT I can't complain. I'm not dead yet and I'm doing my own thing. Some people don't even get the opportunity to reach for that risky peak. I really am grateful that my parents let me go my own way (even though my dad would undoubtedly rest easier were I a 9 to 5 engineer. Sorry dad).

Isn't it tragically funny how when you have a job, you STILL don't have any money? I love that, it's so bizarre. All my friends are afflicted with it.

*SNIFFFFF* AHHHH. It's wonderful to win at Scrabble when my record is a tragic 2-7. Anyway.

I worked on a film project yesterday, and there was this girl on the crew that was THICK. I mean a good healthy thick. Just a glorious composition of carefully molded orbs and spheres. Mmm. Girl was luscious. She was just filled out in all the right places, had a cute little belly, round thighs, curves for days all up and down. Huge HUGE ass. Something you could hold onto for days and know that EVERYTHING'LL BE ALL RIGHT. Round and beautiful, she was. ;_;

It's a pity I don't see more women like that. Some girls you see around L.A., you think they'd shrivel up being in direct sunlight for too long. My friend got her number first, but that's all right. I've got too many things to deal with right now. And I don't like being broke and trying to get a girlfriend. When I have a girlfriend, I want to have extra scratch because I love spending money in a relationship. I love doing the presents for no reason and going out to dinner a lot and watching movies while eating junk food all hours of the night. It's not the right time, not yet... I still have to get my big ass project in motion for this year that was hooted and hollered about in the previous entry.

Realistically, my time may never come. Oh well. EVERYBODY DANCE!
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played out [Dec. 16th, 2004|05:31 pm]
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Is anyone else here as sick to death of lower back tattoos and pierced bellybuttons as I am?
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Short haired women [Dec. 8th, 2004|06:21 pm]
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Women with short hair are HOT. (Maura Tierney as Lisa Miller, Debbie Reynolds as Kathy Selden, Ashely Judd in that movie with Hugh Jackman, Annie Potts as Janine Melnitz, Milla Jovovich as anything, everybody in the No Doubt "Bathwater" video, all SEVERELY HOT) Good LORD. And glasses are hot too. I don't know, I just ran across a lot of examples in a short period of time.

I'm sure somebody here is as excited about Tekken 5 as I am. I'm still surprised/impressed by the mere fact that they transformed Anna into a blazing hot temptress (especially compared to what she's looked like in each game since 1994... her T5 intro is tingly nice.)
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