Man. Upgrading is the shits. My measly PHP skills are no match for Murphy’s Law. I just spent the entire fucking morning trying to get the Blogroll to work. No wonder I stopped wanting to program after school.
Archive for January, 2007
“oh how many “coke” did you take na Ina in land of make love not war.”
That’s from the last email I received from my aunt (see previous post). Through a haze of disappointed, frustrated tears, I thought of the following one-liner replies:
Never did coke, it’s too expensive.
JJ buys ten cans every week.
I like Coke [...]
Conflict of Interest
Published Date: January 25th, 2007Category: Not that you're Interested in my Life
Today I received an email from one of my aunts. Apparently someone had forwarded one of my Peyups articles to her, and when she sent it to me, she added, Totoo ba to? What’s the deal?. The article was pretty benign, something titled “God Gave Rock and Roll to You”, talking about how I [...]
Ishnow on cars!
Ishnow on cars 2!
Frozen pigeon!
If you want to have an affair and live to tell your tale, amidst snowy pine-lined suburban streets and by candlelight in little fancy French restaurants, read John Updike.
If you want to have an affair and have your guts ripped out metaphorically, read Andre Dubus.
You only love the person you’re having an affair with, Edith [...]
This morning, I turned the TV on to a camera crew filming a man wearing an Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction wig. He was coming down some stairs in a large L.A. house with stainless steel banisters and white walls from which hung canvases of fake modert art. My first thought was, this must be some [...]
I didn’t want to watch Elizabethtown. I was kind of anxious about it, unwilling to soil my memories of “Almost Famous” and “Jerry Maguire”, not really looking forward to Legolas and Kiki “I want some more” Dunst act like normal people. But we were bored, and it was a weekend, and I couldn’t find “The [...]
Here I was, waxing romantic about John Mayer, and suddenly he has to do something like this.
Look at that huge grin. Look at the smiles on their faces as they look at each other’s eyes. Hell, I’d believe that!
I mean, sure, this is the same guy who sang, She thinks I can’t see the smile [...]