Everybody else is doing it, so why can’t I?

*pilfered from Marc T.’s blog… hehehe*
Make your Own south park character.

Tell me it looks like me.

My officemate Dione had surgery on his impacted tooth last week. While in pain and on official sick leave, he went to our teambuiling-of-sorts last weekend.
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Teambuilding [n]: an excuse to hole up in a 2-star hotel suite for a couple of days, doing videoke, alcohol, and soft-porn photo shoots of big-breasted-girl and closet-hetero-fag
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Dione ended [...]

The Boyfriend is on the way to *Pasadena* (with matching call center accent). I’m so fucking jealous, I want to stuff myself in his extra suitcase and ship myself off. I want to go somewhere, go watch a movie or something, or maybe take a vacation, go to Baguio, or Viet Nam, or Bangkok, or [...]

After two years of graduate school, last year around February, I decided that I had had enough — I was no longer functioning correctly, I felt trapped in the mind of an 18-year-old, I didn’t understand why the fuck my thesis wasn’t working, I didn’t want to be breathe in the stale air of sexual-chemistry-gone-sour [...]

I’m really getting the hang of this.
Look, I installed a plugin for thumbnails!
I wonder if it’ll work right. Wait lemme check.

BTW, these are great pictures of astronomy from the 1800s that I got at the NYPL Digital Gallery, which is an awesome repository of copyright-free images that have that artsy-fartsy feel to it. In case [...]

Watched this National Geographic special yesterday on Afghanistan, which featured this boy named Mir, with the most beautiful eyes, gray-green-blue, with flecks of gold. He liked making faces at the camera. They were doing a documentary on how it was like to live in the caves, among the ruins of the giant buddhas that the [...]

What I do daily: editing VE postings. And then checking out Peyups. And then editing articles for Peyups. Argh. The bad grammar. The bad HTML tagging. The senseless writing. Once in a while you see a diamond in the rough, but mainly the Love Stories go like this:
(Pick out your own love story — every [...]

I’m in love with House. Or, more accurately, I’m in love with House. I dreamed of him this morning for crying out loud. I was in the middle of this horrifying nightmare, which, coincidentally, will probably make a great tween horror movie (like Scream, or I Know What You Did), if only I had [...]