tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128076342011-10-28T07:17:28.164-05:00because everyone has their quirks, kinks and guilty pleasuresceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.comBlogger1041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1139155691000744992006-02-05T09:54:00.000-06:002006-02-05T10:08:11.140-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So what's been going on in my world?</span><br /> <br /> </span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">been running on about 3-4 hours of sleep daily for the past two weeks</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">learned that mixing a triple shot latte, 2 No-Doz pills, a Camel light and a Mountain Dew is a bad combo.</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">been reading so much bad British literature</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">wrote something brilliant for my Creative Writi</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ng course (yay me!)</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">continue to love to my job</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">working on an opinion column</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">been to two funerals in the past week</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">got hit on by a farm boy in Hill Country</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">met someone really cool, but turns that this individual is an idiot</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">found a $50 on the street</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">le stressed out, but i have A's in 3 of my courses</span></span></li> </ul> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">sorry for such a crap-tacular entry. Once I'm done with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140434275/sr=1-2/qid=1139155588/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-4847160-0749701?%5Fencoding=UTF8"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Daniel Deronda</span></a>, I'll have a lower stress level and I'll be able to update this thing more.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Its time I got back to the good life/Its time i got back/Its time I got back/and I dont even know how I got off track/I wanna go back ... yeaaaaaaaah</span>!" -- Weezer, "The Good Life"<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113915569100074499?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1138639252411560502006-01-30T10:40:00.000-06:002006-01-30T11:43:27.200-06:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Geez, could I be any more gay-er with that title? It's been two weeks since I've last posted something on this thing and for that I apologize. My world has been less than cooperative with me. School, work, life, men, women, fucking teenagers, crazy gypsies, brother, family mess, my new addiction (danm!); all have been consuming my strengths. I thought the life of a creative writing major should have been easier. Alas, I've been in a constant</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> stressed out situation since school began.<br /><br />I was working on a story for my fiction workshop last week and needless to say, it was going down the drainer. I couldn't think up anything "funny" or "creative" Somehow, I ended up with this sentence in the middle of the page.<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>"Life is an ant -- so small that you just want to smooth it, that you can't help but smooth it, that you'll leave the batroom telling yourself you won't smoosh it, but then you'll go back, and smoosh it" </blockquote>Yeah, I have no idea what sentence means at all so please don't ask. The creepy thing is that I read the EXACT same sentnece in <span style="font-style: italic;">Surbuban Teenage Wasteland Blues, </span>a short story by Tao Lin, a day after I finished my story. Do I have the gift of forsight? Magical Powers? A Jesus-like ability? Or do I have suburban teenage wasteland blues. I am still a teenager (On September 1 I turn 20). I live in this god-forsaken surburban wasteland. And, my depressed episodes have been more frequent (e.g., I cried after I heard 'Where is my Mind?" by The Pixies). I don't know and I don't</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > think any would know. Perhaps I should just have a bit more fun and not kill myself completely yet.<br /><br />So, I am going to push myself to update this blog a little more frequently. I have so many things to talk about that I even made a list. The list includes:<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>How teenagers are the bane of my existence<br />How Facebook has become a heroin-like addiction to me<br />I got hit by a Gypsy with a handlebar moustache the other day<br />The Universe has this vendetta against me<br />Chuck Norris "facts"<br />As each day passes by, I'm becoming more and more of a hipster/emo/whatever.<br />I'm pledging to a frat and I think half the members are gay<br /></blockquote> I know the list seems very egocentric, but its my blog and it has sadly become a personal blog. I know there are many (too many really) blogs in the world that are inked with trite stories and</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > pathetic day to day anectodes. At least my personal anecdotes are hilariosuly creepy.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So kids, keep reading, learning and loving. I'm not going anywhere –– yet.</span><br /><br /></span><font><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/77/toons/robbie.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/77/toons/robbie.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113863925241156050?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1137478563096808392006-01-17T00:09:00.000-06:002006-01-17T00:16:03.166-06:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Aiy, evil classes start tomorrow. Granted, being stressed out over readings, papers, professors, work and that wierd guy that keeps staring you is much better than laying around -- but alas, I'm lazy person that takes pleasure in sleep. So, good luck to everyone in their 2006 Spring Semester. I believe that this cartoon is fitting for our return to the books.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/dilbert_raise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/dilbert_raise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113747856309680839?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1137380958782577572006-01-15T20:15:00.000-06:002006-01-15T21:34:30.893-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After a six month hiatus from the job force, I finally landed a job. Granted, the pay sucks, the hours are worse and I think some people already find me annoying, but I now have a job that -- I hope -- will benefit me in the long run. I am a new </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copy_editors"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >copy editor</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> for <a href="http://www.uh.edu/campus/cougar/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The Daily Cougar</span></a></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">, UH's newspaper.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ever since I aced the interview and copy edting exam last Tuesday, I've been noticing alot of grammar and syntax mistakes in national publications. For example, this gem was found on page 85 of Jan. 9's <span style="font-style: italic;">New Yorker</span>.</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>"What those of us who know Agee's criticism almost by heart read over and over, however, is [sic] the reviews that appeared in <em>The Nation</em>. Some of them are no more than a few sentences or a phrase."</blockquote></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Is</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">? Perhaps someone should review their subject-verb rules before writing again. </span></span><br /><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Another responsibility of my new job is make sure that all the facts are correct. Meaning that all dates, addresses, figures and even names are correct and accurate. If this responsibility is given to college-level copy editors, surely professional news organizations would be have all their facts check. Sadly, everyone is human -- even ABC News.</span><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ABC News forgot to spell check someone's name. That someone is </span><em style="font-family: verdana;">Iranian Foreign Minister Manouchehr Mottaki. </em><span style="font-family: verdana;">I guess ABC has their </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=1501479"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">own type </span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">of spell check. Just in case ABC News corrects their error before y'all see it, I got this image from </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://malcontent.typepad.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The Malcontent</span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/moocherjpg.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/moocherjpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p face="verdana"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In other news, I found that classifieds in the Houston Press are just insane. Maybe only crazies and creepies put out ads. But tell me this, how the hell is she a "</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://houston.backpage.com/employment/classifieds/ViewAd?oid=oid%3A157784&name=auditions%20jobs"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">model</span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">" and who would want to share a house with </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://houston.backpage.com/rentals/classifieds/ViewAd?oid=oid%3A148957&name=roommates"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">her</span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">?</span><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The fault, dear brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings"</span> -- Cassius to Brutus from <span style="font-style: italic;">Julius Ceasar</span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113738095878257757?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1137136247811256662006-01-13T01:00:00.000-06:002006-01-13T12:22:08.226-06:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Last weekend I, for whatever reason, got stood up on a first date – a date he sought for. After five Dr Pepper’s, a basket of bread and a hour of strange looks from the waitress, I decided to leave the date’s rendezvous and head for some retail therapy. Nothing can cheer me up like the smell of used books in a veiled bookstore. Walking through the aisles and looking for books for my literature classes I, unfortunately, ran into another notch of the creepies.<br /><br />Only in Houston – well, Texas and the South in general – can you smile at someone and have them return the polite gesture. Sometimes, these small gestures of good manners can lead you into undesirable situations. In the antique section of Half Price books, I made the mistake of being a friendly, Southern boy. There he stood – more like struggled to stand – the corpulent man that would cross the line from being friendly to just being disturbingly creepy. Three times my width and twice as short, the corpulent bastard wobbled closer to me. He took a simple, friendly smile as an excuse to invade my personal space. A wooden cane on the left and a leg brace on the right, the fat bastard hauled the fat over his belt next to me in the aisle. I was boxed-in his weight and shadow blocked the exit of the aisle. I turned my back, hoping he would take the hint and leave my presence. Sadly, the fat bastard didn’t take the hint and remained in my presence.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“So what are you looking for?”,</span> the fat bastard breathed.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Oh, just browsing around,” </span>I replied.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“You come here often?”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Yeah, I guess”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“I’ve never seen you here cutie”</span><br /><br />Before he finished the last sentence, I made the mistake of making eye contact with the fool and now, the stench of his breath, which was a mixture of stale, fast food and cheap, malt liquor, was now on my person. His pudgy fingers were strangling his cane as he edge closer to me. I can now see his salt and pepper stubble, the tan oval <a href="http://www.cogulus.com/blog/archives/111/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bifocal glasses</span></a> that I thought only existed in the 1980s and of course, the hair plugs were more obvious than his attempt to hide the ketchup stain on his pocket protector.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“So what are you into?” </span>fat bastard said.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Oh stuff,”</span> I sighed as I tried to squeeze behind him.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“You’re a cute one you know,"</span> he flattered me.<br /><br />I was stuck. I couldn’t maneuver around his gravitational force. I felt the wooden cane on my leg and yes, he had managed to trap me. I could be a rude person and ask him to step aside, but alas, I am not that kind of guy.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“How about if I take you home ?”</span> he begged.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Oh, I think my friend is here,”</span> I said as I excused myself.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“C’mon, I know how to please the young. Don’t let my age, weight, cane and leg brace fool you. I’m quite flexible and versatile 50-year-old”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Excuse me, I have to go”</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Let me take you out. Give me a reason to take out the ol’ whip”</span><br /><br />Finally, I saw my window of freedom. The fat bastard moved to side, leaving me with my escape of his corpulent hell. I walked hauled ass from that bookstore. Fat bastard was speechless, maybe breathless, but he started to wobble and roll after me. Without looking back I exited one of my favorite bookstores. I edged to the glass exit, knowing that fat boulder was rolling behind me. He would have crushed my body, but thankfully, his leg brace got caught with a bookcart. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113713624781125666?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1136839995516514442006-01-09T14:30:00.000-06:002006-01-09T14:55:19.330-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/llnew_year2_thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/llnew_year2_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">If there's a <a href="http://uh.facebook.com/group_profile.php?gid=7555"><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">facebook group</span></span></a></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://uh.facebook.com/group_profile.php?gid=7555"></a> </span>about it, then you know it must be important. Honestly, look at t</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">his poor thing. Looks like some spread wax all over a skeleton and gave her a dress. Oh wait, that's <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Coulter"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ann Coulter</span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">.</span><br /><br />In other news, who wants to come with me to see <a href="http://www.hlsr.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">her and her amazing lips</span></a> on March 2?<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Perhaps life is just that [...] a dream and a fear."</span> -- Joseph Conrad<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113683999551651444?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1136661717996554012006-01-07T12:30:00.000-06:002006-01-07T13:21:58.160-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll be the first one to admit that I seek retail therapy to help me cope with some of my problems. Don't jump to conclusions, I'm not talking about $300-Blazer-type of retail therapy that Hot Pink guy goes through, but rather I spend money on books, used books, writing stuff, and pens. I thought that my literary retail therapy was another sign that I'm the black sheep of my family, until I saw my mom's joy when she came back from Home Depot last night. My mom's way to cope with issues is to buy things for the house; cookie cutters, drapes, pizza cutters candles, matching towels, "cute" frames with "cute" messages and now, toilets are on her list. Last night my mom, along with my stepdad, brought home a new porcelain toilet for their bathroom. The old toilet works fine, it does what a toilet is suppose to do and then some. I guess the toilet marks the end of her Martha Stewart shopping frenzy that my mom went through this week. Monday she bought a stainless steel pizza cutter because of insubordinate workers. Tuesday my mom bought a new juicer because she think she's gaining weight (she weighs 130, isn't that fine?). She brought home a new set of knives on Wednesday night, three of which are designed soley for vegetables, because of a bitchy customer. Thursday, new drapes were everywhere around the house because, at least from what I gathered, she was belittled for being Hispanic. I can't figure out why she bought a new toilet Friday night, but something must have happened that day or maybe they just needed a new toilet. Either way, my mom was way too excited when that porcelain piece of pleasure was opened -- almost an orgasmic, religious experience type of joy if you ask me. Oh, why can't she be a normal like me and drink her problems away while enjoying a good book.<br /><br />In other news, I giggled a bit when I saw <a href="http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=bios&id=3251171"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">him</span></a> the other day. Dude, why did I giggled over a guy who has a male hyphenated name (Cerota-Rothman). Sounds like a white guy playing the "race card" to get ahead.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Let go [...] 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown." </span>-- <span style="font-style: italic;">Let Go</span> by Frou Frou<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113666171799655401?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1136072338392985432005-12-31T18:00:00.000-06:002005-12-31T21:45:30.490-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/IMG_0098.jpg"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. find the perfect balance between having fun and doing school work. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />2. be a gym rat once again</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />3. <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=0385509480&amp;itm=4"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">read</span></a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1885535678/104-3773981-0192745?v=glance&n=283155"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">for</span></a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316769509/qid=1136071445/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-3773981-0192745?s=books&v=glance&amp;n=283155"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">fun</span></a> again!<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4. stop being so cynnical</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">5. be more in active in finding a "normal" date<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">6. learn some <a href="http://elceo.blogspot.com/2005/12/technical-difficulties.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">HTML skills</span></a></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />7. update the blog more often</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />8. get new friends (and I don't mean that in a bad way)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />9. cut back on soft drinks</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />10. get into photography again</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />11. search for internships</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />12. go back to therapy so i can love myself!<br /><br /><table style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black;" align="center" width="300"><br /> <tbody><tr><td align="center"><p style="text-align: center;">In the year 2006 I resolve to:<br /><br /> Getting myself admitted to a mental institution.</p><br /> <p style="text-align: right;"><br /> <a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;">Get your resolution here</a></p><br /> </td></tr><br /></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />happy new year kids and see all of you in 2006!<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113607233839298543?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1136059162683197052005-12-31T13:09:00.000-06:002005-12-31T13:59:22.753-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thank you <a href="http://jaybsays.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Officer Jay</span></a> for the list. Happy New Year's everyone.<br /><br />1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before?<br />Blogging! I had an LJ before, but I updated that thing about every two weeks. And now, I’m almost blogging every other day.<br /><br />2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br />Don’t do resolutions because I forge them by mid-February<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/IMG_0135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/IMG_0135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br />My “aunt” Dulce Iabuchino gave birth to her first (and quite possibly her only) son Francesco Iabuchino. Poor kid</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> has the face of a Salvadorean, but the name of a Sicilian family.<br /><br />4. Did anyone close to you die?<br />Unfortunately a great uncle and a good friend died around Halloween this year.<br /><br />5. What countries did you visit?<br />No traveling this year unfortunately.<br /><br />6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?<br />Higher grades or a job would be nice<br /><br />7. What dates from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?<br />March 13: Had my worst car accident in my life with French Bitch<br />March 29: Crashed the company car because FedEx doesn’t know how to park<br />March 30: Quit my job<br />July 22: Had the worst hookup in my life and because of that I came out to my best friend that night.<br />August 19: Got a clean bill of health and saw Green Day for free.<br />September 3: Birthday Potluck and the news of Katrina kept growing.<br />September 13: Won concert tickets from The Buzz and saw Weezer and Foo Fighters perform Seriously, that was</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> one of the best concerts I have ever seen<br />September 22: Evacuated Houston because of Rita<br />December 17: Two words: Carnal Enjoyment!<br /><br /><br />8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br />Finally deciding on a major.<br /><br />9. What was your biggest failure?<br />Been lazy with my school work and being in debt.<br /><br />10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br />Someone sent my mom all these flowers during the spring and somehow I broke out with hives and a bad rash. Aiy, three days of oatmeal baths were the only solution.<br /><br />11. What was the best thing you bought?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ugh…Insurance I guess.<br /><br />12. Whose behavior merited celebration?<br />My friends! Thank you so much for the support all you gave me this year.<br /><br />13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?<br />French bitch from my March 13 accident. After the accident, she started stalking me and asking for more and more money. She made my life a living hell for over a month.<br /><br />14. Where did most of your money go?<br />Gas, food and used books from Half Price.<br /><br />15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br />Hahaha. The new Harry Potter I think.<br /><br />16. What song will always remind you of 2005?<br />Not the best song in the world, but I guess Weezer’s “We Are All on Drugs” will always remind me of 2005 because</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> of their kick ass concert in early September.<br /><br />17. Compared to this time last year, are you:<br />a) happier or sadder? Happier! Meh, not in perfect bliss, but at least I’m more honest to myself.<br />b) thinner or fatter? Thinner<br />c) richer or poorer? Golden Medium!<br /><br />18. What do you wish you’d done more of?<br />Read more stuff for fun!<br /><br />19. What do you wish you’d done less of?<br />Being so uptight<br /><br />20. How will you be spending Christmas?<br />Well, Christmas already passed and it was mildy miserable.<br /><br />22. Did you fall in love in 2005?<br />Nope!<br /><br />23. How many one-night stands?<br />I had my bad boy moments this year and that’s all I’m saying.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />24. What was your favorite TV program?<br />Arrested Development!! I’m so sad/angry that Fox decided to cancel that show. I hope some cable channel picks it up.<br /><br />25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?<br />French bitch and her lying, ostentatious, greedy, skinny ass.<br /><br />26. What was the best book you read?</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three books! <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=1890919349&amp;TXT=Y&itm=3"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Public Pillas/Private Lives</span></a>! Wow, that was such a good read. It basically gives a positive and negative assessment of every president from FDR to Shrub. It includes their successes, failures and every scandalous thing that happened in their lives (i.e. Elanor Roosevelt and her lesbian affair, Shrub’s coke problem and of course, the book includes the gallivanting adventures of JFK and Clinton). The next one is <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=0684800713&amp;TXT=Y&itm=1"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The Sun Also Rises </span></a>by Hemmingway. I know Hemmingway really didn’t mean to put in a “moral” or some universal truth for the reader to learn, but a</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fter reading that book I understood that it’s better to be broken in certain places and be stronger in others then be unscathed by the perils of life. And finally, you guys must read <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=0743271327&amp;TXT=Y&itm=1"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Brokeback Mountain</span></a>. Great short story and wonderful prose!<br /><br />27. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br />So I became a nerd and go into indie/emo/hipster music this year. I am in love, well more like infatuated with Arcade Fire, Death from Above 1979, Sufjan Stevens and I am now enjoying some pop music thanks to Scissor Sisters<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.melpiercecamera.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/can_a520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.melpiercecamera.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/can_a520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">28. What did you want and get?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A sweeeeet new digital camera.<br /><br />29. What did you want and not get?<br />A normal date! Haha!<br /><br />30. What was your favorite film of this year?<br />That’s simple, the best movie in 2005 was Crash. The movie shows how racism isn’t just a black and white issue -- although it is – but rather an issue that has many layers in which one day you could be the victim and the next day you could be victimizing someone.<br /><br />31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?<br />Had a kickass potluck with my friends when I turned 19 this year.<br /><br />32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br />If I I wasn’t involved in that accident in March? Meh, things happen for a reason though.<br /><br />33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?<br />I became less preppy and more hipster-ish.<br /><br />34. What kept you sane?<br />The fact that I had some hilarious, yet depressing stories made me smile a lot.<br /><br />35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br />Angelina Jolie! I love me a homewrecker.<br /><br />36. What political issue stirred you the most?</span></span><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“You doin’ a heck of a job Brownie.” –Shrub Aiy, a fine example how human imcompetence can make something incredible worse.<br /><br />37. Who did you miss?<br />All of my Austin buddies.<br /><br />38. Who was the best new person you met?<br />Two answers! First of is <a href="http://homepage.mac.com/tadiohead/page8.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Alex King</span></a>. Alex–my favorite music snob who has liberal, elitist moments – is one of the coolest and sweetest kids that I have ever met. I’m glad I met ya kid! And second, I am so glad to have met all of my blogging buddies <a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=abcf0b"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span></a><a href="http://jaybsays.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span></a>! Thank you all for your advice, humor and kind words.<br /><br />39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:<br />“to change and change for the better are two different things” and “ the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple”.<br /><br />40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:<br /></span></span><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was in heaven<br />I was in hell<br />Believe in neither<br />But fear them as well<br /><br />-- “Doin the Cockroach” by Modest Mouse<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113605916268319705?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1135722379618103952005-12-27T16:00:00.000-06:002005-12-27T16:27:54.620-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1208/729/1600/MeGuitarVertical3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1208/729/1600/MeGuitarVertical3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Because of the mildy depressing Christmas I had this year, I forgot to wish a Happy Blog-versary to my friend, my blogging buddy and fellow ex-Bellarian -- Easy E. His blog, <a href="http://eptiger.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Inside the Mind of a Nerd</span></a>, is a well written e-zine for technology and of course, his obsesion wi</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">th movie news. So guys, please check out this "nerd's" blog if you want a good read. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113572237961810395?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1135534002215474112005-12-25T10:00:00.000-06:002005-12-25T12:06:42.243-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/IMG_0054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >My brother Isaac and Cookie Monster 12/25/05<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night...</span><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113553400221547411?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1135482409594331152005-12-24T21:00:00.000-06:002005-12-24T21:46:49.816-06:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Dear Santa,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />First of all, don't you have an e-mail address? Don't you ever wonder how many trees died for all of those letters that you receive every year? Besides, with an e-mail address you can organize letters more effectively. Second, I know this is a last minute letter and its a blog entry, but this was a last minute request. And finally, I really do hope you read this in time.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago a friend asked me what I was going to ask you for Christmas. Sure, I could have been like the rest of this consumer nation and list the things that I want under my tree, but I didn't and answered my friend truthfully. I'm sure that you know about my notorious life with all of my stories, my accidents, my incidents and my dates with creepies that I attract. And because of that, what I want for Christmas is just something simple and swet. I want a nice, normal date for Christmas. I wont' get angry or dissapointed if I recieve an iPod or a nice digital camera, but a nice, normal date would end my year splendidly.<br /><br />Its been too long since I've had one of those. Almost a year and half las time I counted. I know I haven't been the best kid this year, with my gallivanting of sorts and seeking carnal pleasures, but don't you think that a nice, normal date would calm me down and thus, make me a better person?<br /><br />I know there are people who are worse off than me, but is this too much to ask?<br /><br />If I don't get this Christmas, at least do me the favor of fullfilling the Christmas wishes of my friends. Alot of them helped me this year through some tough times and they deserve the best gifts from your satin sack.<br /><br />Sincerely yours,<br /><br />ceo<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113548240959433115?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1135324501839660992005-12-23T01:00:00.000-06:002005-12-23T02:00:03.416-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I apologize for not updating this blog in awhile. I thought this was cute and stole it from <a href="http://crash0628.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">twenty-somehting</span></a>. Christmas, yes Christmas, not Holiday, shopping has been a chaotic mess. If I die before I see another soccer moms in a polo shirt and white tennis shoes then I would die a happy man. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />1. What's you favorite holiday movie?</span><br />Easy, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085936/"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Mickey's Christmas Carol</span></a> is the shit. Yes, I know Hollywood has been milking <span style="font-style: italic;">A Christmas Carol</span> forever, but how can you not love this Disney movie that was <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085936/awards"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">nominated for an Oscar </span></a>in 1983?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. What's your favorite holiday song (title and artist)? </span><br />Jingle Bell Rock! Not fond of the lyrics or that catchy guitar parts, but its just the memory of singing this song in elementary that makes me smile. I was in my elementary schoo's choir and we were scheduled to sing Christmas carols at a retirment center when I was about 8-years-old. Well, the entire choir forgot the lyrics to Jingle Bell Rock and ended up singing regular Jingle Bells while that catchy guitar was playing the background.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. What's the best holiday gift you were ever given and why?</span><br />When I was 13-years-old, my dad gave me the money to get an eye exam and get some contacts. I was tired of wearing big glasses in middle school and I guess my parents were sick of me of complaing to them all the time. I was also suprised that my father gave me something for Christmas. Usually, I get those awkward 3-pats-on-the-back type of</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> hug from him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Do you have a speical someone to kiss at the stroke of midnight on New Year's?</span><br />Nope, but with my luck I can have some creepy old guy offering.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Name of your favorite reindeer.</span><br />Rudolph. Homeslice was a rebel and stuck out in the crowd</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vallartaundiscovered.com/covers/01pozole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.vallartaundiscovered.com/covers/01pozole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. Favorite Holiday food? </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grandma's </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pozole"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">pozole </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">is always at the dinner table during Christmas Eve. It's this stew that</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> has meat, white maize and yummy spices float in the broth. This stew really warms you up and can really clear up any sinus pressure.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />7. Snow day…cuddle by the fire or hand me a snowball? </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Since I have no one to cuddle with I guess it's snowball. Since I live in Houston, the closest thing I have to snow in this 70 degree weather is the slush in the freezer.</span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. What was your New Year’s resolution from this year? Did you stick to it? </span><br />I don't do New Year's resolution since I always forget them by mid-February</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />9. Is there really a Santa Claus?</span><br />If there is, then Mr. Claus has owes me alot of belated Christmas gifts that I didn't get as a child.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />10. Present or stocking stuffer?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Presents! Let's just say that I like to wrap packages and give them to people I care about.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ;)</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emmitsburg.net/humor/archives/christmas/christmas%20pictures/snowman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.emmitsburg.net/humor/archives/christmas/christmas%20pictures/snowman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113532450183966099?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1134591004975125162005-12-14T13:34:00.000-06:002005-12-14T14:58:32.223-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthclubpros.com/PCCorporateMarket/images/StressedOut2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.healthclubpros.com/PCCorporateMarket/images/StressedOut2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Seeing that I have a limited knowledge of PCs, Macs, Apples, the Internet, HTML and apprantly ghetto-terms as well, I rely on my friends for help with my technical concerns. That being said, I need help guys! Holy crap, I wish there was a simple to use instruction manual that would contain answers to my stupid questions.<br /></span></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What is up with Blogger? Honestly, I've tried everything (that I can think of), but the comments still show up under their corresponding entry. How do I make so the comments won't show up below the entries?</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I've noticed how some blogs that use Blogger as host (like <a href="http://crash0628.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">twenty-something</span></a> and <a href="http://bluebedsheets.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sleeping in</span></a>) have a unique layout design that Blogger doesn't offer. I like my current design, but I have some ideas that I want to try out. thoughts? ideas? suggestions on how I can try and achieve this goal?</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">.Mov! Damn you! I get annoyed when I can't see some music video/funny video because "my Quicktime doesn't have the necessary software". So, do I need to update my Quicktime to watch .mov files? If not, then how I do open thes .mov files?<br /> </span></span></li> </ul> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now these questions are more oriented to my fellow Mac users (like <a href="http://jaybsays.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jay-B Says</span></a> and <a href="http://ryanaceto.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">[ryanaceto]</span></a>), but if u know something about Macs, please feel free to jump in and save me from my Apple-illiteracy.<br /></span></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Currently, I am stuck with a crap-tacular photo for a background desktop. I know to change the background I go to my System preferences and click the Desktop/Screen Saver icon and it will help me change my icon. My question is, how come System Preferences automatically quits on me everytime I click on the Desktop/Screen Saver icon? Is there a greater force/problem that's in play right that now that I should be concern about? I really don't want to take my iBook to the Genius Bar at the Galleria for something really trivial, so I would like if Mac afficionados like yourselves could help me out.</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The command for taking a screen cap for Macs is Shift-Apple-3 and Shift-Apple-4, but how can I take my screen shots and put them on Blogger? They all come up as PDFs, not jpgs. Do I need some program or soemthing to change the PDF's into jpgs? This woud be a great benefit since I have like tons of screen caps of hilarious iChat conversations that I want to share.</span></span></li> </ul> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thanks again kiddos! And if you have any extra, cool Apple programs that you want to give out, I will be more than grateful for those as well.<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ;)</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"King Kong premired tonight in New York City. Right after that, the terror alert level was raised to banana."</span> -- David Letterman</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113459100497512516?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1134500134462603962005-12-13T12:41:00.000-06:002005-12-13T12:58:08.930-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bushspeaks.com/img/chalabi-persuades-bush.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bushspeaks.com/img/chalabi-persuades-bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I got this in an e-mail last week and certainly brought a smile on my face. I've heard alot of these jokes, but some of them are new in this Post-Katrina/Rita world.</span><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Now now, don't get all mad if you are one my conservative readers, These are only directed to the crazy, extreme right-wingers that run this country, that talk on the news and conspire in their ivory tower.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><u><br /><br /><br /><br />You Might Be A Right-Wing Conservative (aka Republican) If</u>:</b></span> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think capitalism is working well; it’s the poor people who aren’t. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve tried to argue that poverty could be abolished if people were just allowed to keep more of their minimum wage. </span></p> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You’ve ever referred to someone as <i>"my (insert racial or ethnic minority here) friend."</i></span> <p style="font-family:arial;"> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever tried to prove Jesus was a capitalist and opposed to welfare. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’re a pro-lifer, but support the death penalty. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You believe federal judges <i>make</i> laws. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think Bush, not Cheney, is in charge. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever referred to the moral fiber of something. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever uttered the phrase, <i>"Why don’t we just bomb the hell out of those sons of bitches."</i></span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You don’t let your kids watch Sesame Street because you accuse Bert and Ernie of "sexual deviance." </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You firmly believe that the poor folks that got stuck in New Orleans are to blame for their own plight for not having the good sense to have high paying jobs that would have allowed them to purchase cars/SUVs to get out of town and afford hotels in safe areas. (Or having the good sense to be born into money.) </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You fail to see Ann Coulter as nothing more than every blonde joke made flesh. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve argued that art has a <span style="font-style: italic;">"moral foundation set in Western values."</span></span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You argue that you need 300 handguns, in case a bear ever attacks your home. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever said <i>"civil liberties, schmivil schmiberties."</i></span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever said <i>"Clean air? Looks clean to me."</i></span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever called education a luxury. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You look down through a glass ceiling and chuckle. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You wonder if donations to the Pentagon are tax-deductable. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’re afraid of the liberal media. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You’ve ever urged someone to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, when they don’t even have shoes. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that if one person gets richer, everyone gets richer. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You believe that bigger profits leads to more jobs rather than more layoffs. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that dictating other people’s life choices will make your life better. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think the world would be a better place if Government stopped interfering in everything (except marriage, abortion, censorship, drugs etc.) </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think AIDS is a homosexual disease. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You don’t think Europeans should have any say in US policy (except the Pope). </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that if everyone has guns, we will all be safer. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think everything Michael Moore says is a lie, but you listen unquestioningly to Ann Coulter and Rush Limbaugh. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that when a journalist is asking a question that they are expressing their opinion. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You believe Fox News’ slogan. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that because you like Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice, you can’t be racist. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that the entire world wants to be like America. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that everyone should get behind Bush because he has won two elections and so is clearly the right man for the job. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You aren’t bothered by having a leader who gives fewer press conferences. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that everything of worth has a monetary value. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think homosexuality is linked to pedophilia. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that a benevolent atheist is worse than a selfish Christian. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that 51% of the vote gives you a mandate to whatever you like. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You live on a very comfortable income but you still whinge about paying tax. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think destroying cross-media ownership laws will not destroy journalistic integrity because buyers will force the papers to maintain standards. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You haven’t seen Fahrenheit 9/11, you don’t know anyone who has, but you have posted a long blog about Michael Moore’s distortions. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You start sentences with <i>“I’m not a racist, but…”</i></span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think middle class white kids have the same opportunities that blacks do.</span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think dinosaurs didn’t exist because they are motioned in the bible.</span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think school prayer doesn’t mean Christian prayer.</span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think all democrats are communist.</span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think every one in the US is supposed to speak English when in fact the country has no official language.</span> </p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You believe in encouraging greed as a motivation for betterment. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think Nixon was America’s only ever corrupt President. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think anyone who disagrees with Government policy is a traitor. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think global warming is part of some conspiracy by evil tree-huggers to get us all to give up our SUV’s and TV’s. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You believe in judging other cultures by your own objective standards. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You are more concerned about the sanctity of life than the quality of life. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think the Koran, which you’ve never read, is a violent book, but the Old Testament is a justified, rational set of beliefs. </span></p> <p style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You think that because America’s “founding fathers” were Christians, we should all continue to worship a Christian God. </span></p> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You firmly believe that the poor folks that got stuck in New Orleans are to blame for their own plight for not having the good sense to have high paying jobs that would have allowed them to purchase cars/SUVs to get out of town and afford hotels in safe areas. (Or having the good sense to be born into money.<br /><br />You believe that the book of Revelations is a divine foreign policy manual</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">You can’t understand why atheists make such a fuss about pledging allegiance to God, but you get upset about secular Christmas songs. </span></p> <p face="arial"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You think Christmas is an exclusively Christian holiday.</span> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">You consider yourself superior because you have a job. </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You still believe in trickle down economics. </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">You think Jesus would support the death penalty, war, environmental destruction, the reduction of rights to women and minorities, and the cruel treatment of some prisoners in Guantanamo Bay</span></span>.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />"If English was good enough for Jesus Christ, it ought to be good enough for the children of Texas” -- Ma Ferguson, ex-Texas governor<br /></span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113450013446260396?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1134459410318459692005-12-13T01:17:00.000-06:002005-12-13T01:36:50.336-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/brokeback.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/brokeback.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Alright, so I'm going to conform and jump on the gay bandwagon to rave about <a href="http://www.brokebackmountainmovie.com/splash.html"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Brokeback Mountain</span></a>. But, who wouldn't be raving about this film that was in limited release this past weekend and made about <a href="http://www.boxofficeguru.com/weekend.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> $108,910 per theatre</span></a>. If you have been living under a rock for like the past couple of months and have not read the papers or heard about <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=1380885"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">it on ABC News</span></a>, then you have proabably have no idea what the hell <span style="font-style: italic;">Brokeback Mountain</span> is about. Well, for my loveable, illiterate readers, <span style="font-style: italic;">Brokeback Mountai</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >n </span><span style="font-family:arial;">is just a simple love story between two cowboys in the Wyoming frontier in the 1960s. It just a plain and simple story about a forbidden love. Geez, that kinda sounded cliché, but it sounds beetter if you read it. You can be a cooool kid and read the </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.newyorker.com/archive/content/articles/051212fr_archive01"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">short story online</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> for free or be a fool like me and </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743271327/ref=pd_bxgy_text_b/104-8054171-2425550?%5Fencoding=UTF8"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">buy th</span></a></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743271327/ref=pd_bxgy_text_b/104-8054171-2425550?%5Fencoding=UTF8"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">e short story</span></a> at Barnes and Nobles for like $10.<br /><br />I really do hope that the hype surronding the movie is validated when I see the movie this weekend (anyone want to tag along?) But as always, when there's something in the mainstream that goes against the 'moral majority', there are those wacky right-wingnuts saying<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> <a href="http://www.earnedmedia.org/sbm1212.htm">negative things</a></span> about something that they have never seen and/or experienced.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>"The Marlboro Man has succumbed to the homosexual agenda and John Wayne must be turning over in his grave," said Irene Bennett, co-host of Straight Talk Radio.</blockquote></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">I think Ms. Irene Bennett should study up on her American Literature or at least read <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=0451528328&amp;itm=1"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The Virginian</span></a>. If she would have done this, then she would have been aware that most Western novels have some level of homosexual undertones. Yes, the "quite, independent and masculine" cowboy gets the girl in the end -- after fucking a couple of whores -- but, the cowboy only has the most meaningful relationship with another man -- probably someone more passive. So, which is worse: two gay men in a relationship or a mysogynistic swine beaing up women? Sounds like our Straight Talk host should read the <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10342237/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Straight Guy's Guide</span></a> to</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > Brokeback Mountain</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"The movie </span></span><i style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">Brokeback Mountain</i><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> opened this week. The movie is making history as the first western ever where the good guys get it in the end</span>. -- said by Tina Fey on SNL, but written by her father</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113445941031845969?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1134105589918014062005-12-08T22:57:00.000-06:002005-12-08T23:34:25.270-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-705.facebook.com/n3/05/57/n37508093_30025705_6213.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-705.facebook.com/n3/05/57/n37508093_30025705_6213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Strawberry Fields, NYC Winter 2003</span></span><br /></div> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />I took this photograph when I went to New York with my Photo Class in high school. This is 'Strawberry Fields', a mosaic shrine located in Central Park for John Lennon. Today marked the <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory?id=1388057"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">25th Anniversary</span></a> of John Lennon's murder in New York city. I really didn't grow up withe The Beatles like my parents, but I'm so glad that my dad played their old tapes in the car and let be exposed to such great music. Aiy, I wonder why there are a few good songwriters in this day and age. Like <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.stereogum.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">stereogum</span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span>said, "it sucks that he's dead and it sucks more that he's dead because a lunatic shot him."<br /><br />"let's give peace a chance.."<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113410558991801406?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1134092688986475702005-12-08T15:06:00.000-06:002005-12-09T11:23:51.233-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Who says that Christmas has to be a holiday full of lollipops, kittens and dolls? No! Christmas doesn't have to be another PC, fluffy holiday for the kiddies. Besides, who says Christmas can be only celebrate by Christians and people who grew up in a Judeo-Christian Western philosophy. Santa can <a href="http://www.oilfactory.com/?video=249"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bring little Jewish girls gifts </span></a>-- if he knows whats good for him. For me, Christmas is just another day to crack tacless jokes and make sexual innuendos.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In all of those Christmas movies, there is always a scene of people singing Christmas carols around some piano. Do people in general do that still? Do they sing around the Christmas tree, holding hands and singing songs that are only appropiate once a year. Hardcore conservatives are always clamoring for cleaner lyrics in rap songs, all in the name of protecting the innocent nature of children, then why do people still sing </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.cameron.edu/%7Emikel/christmas/music2.html#winterwonderland"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Winter Wonderland</span></a> </span>with its dirty lyrics?<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" >In the meadow we can build a snowma</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" >n,</span>/ <span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" ><br />Then pretend that he is Parson Brown/<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" >He'll say: Are you married?</span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" > we'll say: No man,/<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" >But you can do the job</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" > when you're in town.</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >"But you can do the job when you' re in town", isn't the 'job' sex? What kind of person gets down with a snowman.<br /></span></strong></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/santa_bad.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/santa_bad.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >When you're at the mall sitting on Santa's lap ( and I hope there are alot of Sexy Santa's this year) telling him your Xmas list please do remember to be nice to the ol' fat guy. You never know what type of creepy/perverted/ drunk guy is under the red jumper suit. You might be the lucky one and piss Saint Nick and and launch a scence on the Galleria from </span></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >Chuck Palahniuk</span><span style="font-family:arial;">'s short story "My Life as a Dog"</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > (featured in <a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=oU65DBbCGm&isbn=0385722222&amp;itm=1"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Stranger than Fiction: True Stories</span></a>) -- done all in the name of</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > <a href="http://www.santarchy.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Santarchy</span></a>.<br /><br /></span></strong></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/tree_burn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/tree_burn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >So, what's the best part of Christmas? Some say it's remembering childhood memories of <a href="http://jaybsays.com/?p=503"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">singing Chimpunk carols</span></a> or spending time with the family. Nah, its probably the gifts. Dont know what to get as Christmas gifts for that special guy? Where you can get him an entire <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ENTIRE-PORN-COMPANY-FOR-SALE_W0QQitemZ7567775239QQcategoryZ11764QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">porn company</span></a> or perhaps frame these delictable photos of <a href="http://savemanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/jennifer-aniston-warns-over-topless.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jennifer Aniston</span></a>. For you clueless guys, you can get that speical girl (or gay guy *wink wink*) a passionate night at a <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10313009/site/newsweek/from/RSS/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">stud ranch</span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.<br /><br /><br />Girls, instead of spending money on crappy things for people who won't appreciate it you shold spend it on the most important person in your life -- youself! Buy these hot <a href="http://www.bootyparlor.com/dress.php?SD=744"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">vibrating panties</span></a> that give the <a href="http://www.lovehoney.co.uk/product.cfm?id=5294"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">iBuzz</span></a>, the vibrating iPod, a run for its money and I'm sure you will have a Winter Wonderland down there.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">these are a few of my favorite things...</span>"<br /></span></span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113409268898647570?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1133471668129802112005-12-01T14:21:00.000-06:002005-12-01T15:14:38.753-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, I am sure that most of you know that I just attract so many creepies off the street. Hell, even <a href="http://elceo.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-just-another-date_15.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">at bookstores</span></a> (the ones with real books, not porn) I attract crazies. But now, my superpower of attracting people</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> who are on another plane has developed, and now has a new terrain -- the internet.<br /><br />Granted, us teenagers spent countless hours procrastinating time on such sites as LiveJournal, <a href="http://youtube.com/watch.php?v=3FS-d0L8C8k&search=%20SNL"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">YouTube</span></a> or your</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> favorite blog. If you're like me then you catch up with <a href="http://www.chron.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">news</span></a>, school stuff and my coccain-like addiction, FaceBook. But all of these are proably nonexistent if you're the typical teenager who spents countless hours on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">MySpace</span></a>.<br /><br />Since I'm not that HTML savvy yet, I haven't really developed a preferance for Myspace. I check it on occasion and have met some cool people on this site, but I prefer to waste away on Facebook and my blogworld. So, when I went to Myspace to check what's new I was pleasantly suprised when I saw the "New Messages" and 'Friend Request" in bold red on the left side of the screen. I clicked and I was unpleasantly suprised. Granted, this e-mail isn't as creepy as getting one about <a href="http://jaybsays.com/?p=501"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bats at UT</span></a>, but still, I can't believe that I am able to attract crazies via a passive website that I don't do anything on.</span></span><span class="blacktextnb10"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><blockquote>Hi there. I'm using my friend's profile today, so this isn't actually my account. I don't know much about computers, so I haven't set up my own account. My friend has definiteily had great luck here, so I thought I should at least check it out. I liked your profile a lot. You are soooo cute,so I wanted to say hi... If you might be a little bit interested you can email me at k******7785@yahoo. If you send me some more revealing pics, I might even learn how to email you somepics :)<br /><br />I'm already looking forward to hearing from yo! I Love You!!! </blockquote> <span style="font-family:arial;">Yeah, I don't know what to say to that.</span></span></span><font><font><span class="blacktextnb10"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://austinhavican.com/holemoles/offonatangent.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://austinhavican.com/holemoles/offonatangent.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><br /><span class="blacktextnb10"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113347166812980211?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1133467380910161042005-12-01T13:41:00.000-06:002005-12-01T14:03:36.080-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">You know you hate it, but its one those things that is us inavoidable. Fighting with friends is one of the things that I hate doing, especially if 1) I didn't start, 2) it's over something stupid/pointless, 3) during a bad week.<br /><br />So, I had an online argument with a friend last night and yeah, I really don't know what to do. Should I apologize? Should I wait? Should I say "Fuck You, you fucking baby!" and flip him the bird? I know many you might be bias and take my side,but here's the AIM convo I had with him last night. So, give me your thoughts/ideas/supports to me.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><blockquote><br />AIM IM with my friend<br /><br />me: how's ur new job?<br />him: its good<br />him: whats up<br />me: working on my story<br />me: u?<br />him: chillin<br />him: Ive got all day tomorrow to work on crap like that<br /><br />10:00 PM<br /><br />me: what's new with you?<br />him: oh nothin really<br />him: got new brakes today<br />him: lol<br />me: riviting<br />him: I know<br /><br />10:05 PM<br /><br />me: school needs to be over<br />him: yea tell me about it<br />me: but then again..i dont want the holidays to come. haha<br />me: i'm danmed both ways<br /><br />10:10 PM<br /><br />him: sounds like it<br />him: btw I think the holidays are what you make them<br />me: oh thats bs<br />him: you can go into them with a bad attitude and have a bad time<br /><br />10:15 PM<br /><br />him: or you can go in with a positive attitude and try and find the good in it<br />me: i mean. i lover my expectations every yr so i wont get hurt and I still do<br />him: and not be so pessimistic<br />him: its not about lowering expectations, see you are expecting to get something out of it and thats thr problem<br />him: the holiday aren't all about you<br />him: find something to do like volunteer or bake something<br />him: <span style="font-weight: bold;">I have to say I get real tired of your attitude towards that</span><br />me: OMG, you know why most ppl volunteer during the holidays. its just toa mke them feel good. wth, y cant they voulunteer all though out the year. i hate it when ppl do shit like that ONLY in the holidays. sorry taht I read to little kids througout the year<br />him: <span style="font-weight: bold;">I get tired of your attitude towards life in general to be quite honest</span><br />me: well sorry if i'm honset about it<br />him: <span style="font-weight: bold;">I just think by only looking at the negative you make yourself seem so rude and mean</span><br />him: there are positives all around us everyday<br />him: you may have to look for them but they are there<br />him: thats the stuff that keeps me going day after day<br />him: the small minute things<br />me: you know danm well that I enjoy the small things in life.i smile when i get a someone I/Ms me first, i smile when i see my brother laugh and i'm happy when I can be honest and open to ppl about stuff. i was reared to believe that u have to put up a good face all the time. thats bs..express urself who you are. sorry that i'm open bout the shitty things i've gone through. sorry that i'm not this perpetually optomistic person, but rather a realist that knows that not everything has its positives. sorry that i'm a sarcastic SOB that makes a joke out of everything. i guess its a defense mechanism for having more laughter in life<br />him: I'm a real person, I am who I am everyday, and I don't put on a face, but I also watch what I say, bc I do care how people percieve me, I want people to know that I am a kind person and a funny person. I have my down moments, just like everyone and I can be sarcastic and I will put on a face everynow and then bc yea I don't feel the NEED to "express myself"<br /><br />10:25 PM<br /><br />him: and as far as making jokes out of everything, well yea I think it is a defense mechanism, bc you can say some him: bad jokes at the wrong times that can really piss people off.(note: he made a REALLY bad AIDS joke the other day)<br />me: i guess we have diff. definitons of being real. but i gotta tell ya, no matter now many bakesales, soup kitchens, salvation armies, cloth drives, human features on Tv, santa claus at the mall you attend/see -- none of it is going ot take away all the shit i dealt with in the past 10 yrs. yes, i am moving on, but memories like that dont fade away when the same ppl who did them are there.<br />me: <span style="font-weight: bold;">i am a real person and dont u dare say that i'm not</span>. thats wehre I draw the line. i dont give a danm how u percieve me. frankly, i dont know why we are having this discussion.<br /><br />10:30 PM<br /><br />him: Im not saying you aren't a real person, but I do think that you maybe a little<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "overly real"</span> like you take it too far<br />him: like you are trying to prove something<br />me: how can u be "overly real"<br />him: thats just the vibe I get off of you<br />me: thats like saying theres "too much justice in the world"<br />him: no its like saying you are trying so hard to prove a point that you go farther than you need too<br />him: like gay guys who act like girls, they don't need too, but in order for them to justify themselves as gay and to make sure everyone knows, they act that way [WTF?]<br />him: its not needed<br />him: but they do it anyway<br />him: thats not really who they are<br />me: so..ur saying that deep down i'm just this cheap, conspicuous consumer thats ego centric? i really dont get how u can be "overly real" and who gives a shit if gay guys act like girls? i mean..they are just gay guys thats it.<br />him: see you don't see my point at all<br />him: b/c i dont get it<br />him: nm then<br />me: no<br />me: i need to know this. u might not be the only one who thinks this of me</blockquote><br /><br />This where he puts up an away message and doesn't come back.<br /><br />So, was it my fault? Was it just him being a jackass? Or is this true? Please be candid with me because I want to</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> know if I give out the same vibe to everyone. If you don't wan to put up your answer on as a comment you can always send me a I/M ( i love it when I get I/M's) at <span style="font-weight: bold;">sevenpoundsoflove</span>. He is a great guy, a staunch gay republican, but nonetheless a great guy. I really don't want to lose my friendship with him, but I have no idea how to apporach this problem.<br /><br /></span></span><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><font><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/52/toons/robbie.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/52/toons/robbie.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113346738091016104?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1133282448012469772005-11-29T10:18:00.000-06:002005-11-29T10:45:38.593-06:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">As many of you know, I have a talent for making sexual innuendos in the most inappropriate situations. I am very open about sex and the enjoyment of it. Don't get me wrong, I don't talk candidly about sexual positions and all that mess in public -- that's for drunken nights with the friends. Even though I'm open about sexual stuff, talking about sex with my peers and elders, discussing how the porn industry is going to make so much money on the new iPod -- I get so creeped out when other people talk about their <em>own</em> sex lives.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I have still have some family in town for Thanksgiving (they're not leaving until Friday unfortunately) and I had one of those awkward conversations about sex late last night. None of us (young people) couldn't sleep so we started those conversations about trivial things between strangers. Soon, the conversation evolved and varied in topics. It went from parties, drugs, Tom DeLay, <strong><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0340828994/ref%3Dsr%5Faps%5Fbooks%5F1%5F1/203-5096846-5767913">suicidal bunnies</a></span></strong>, college, my friends and then the final one -- sex. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">The questions began innocently, you know "Are you a virgin?" and that kind of bullshit. I don't know, but I felt so weird talk about 'virginity' to obvious whores, but that's my opinion. After alot of giggles, sinister smiles and many pillows covering laps from the young ones, the conversation made a nasty turn. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Some things in this world were meant to have a companion, a sort of dynamic duo. Such as peanut butter and jelly, batman and robin, pickles and ice cream -- sex between the parents is not one of them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">My idiotic cousins started talking about how they caught their parents having sex. Soon, almost everyone of them was telling their own tale of seeing their parents in heat. I found this funny, that my uncles made horse-like noises in bed. My smile and laughter faded away when my stepbrother opened his mouth and told his own story. The details, the location, the broad daylight, the young age we were in, the new table that started to wobble for some reason; all were details in his perverted story of catching his father with my mother.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I quickly told him to shut up and sent all of them to bed at 2am. I haven't slept since then and I'm running low on energy and about two seconds away from killing the next "Mary Sunshine" that says it's a pleasant day outside. It's not pleasant Mary, it's not pleasant at all. The shred, the little sliver of my innocent childhood was taken away from me last night. Everytime I close my eyes I can see the visual that my stepbrother was talking about. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I know I'm overreacting, but there are somethings that I just don't want to hear about. It's like a bad song that's stuck in your hear. You want to get it out, but nothing is working. You are cursed to replay the song over and over again. Stupid earworm. There should be something that could take away bad memories, but we don't live in a <strong><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/">Spotless Mind</a></span></strong> type of a world, huh?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Now, just to be a complete ass, has anyone one of my readers ever caught their parents in the act of "making love"? Hopefully some of you will suffer what I'm going through now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>My humps, my humps/ my lovely lady lumps</em></span> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">-- <em>My Humps</em> by Black Eyed Peas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113328244801246977?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1133075319378360542005-11-27T01:18:00.000-06:002005-11-27T01:13:27.516-06:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > 10 Firsts:<br />First Best Friend: rebecca sotelo in elementary i think.<br />First Screen: OB1KDOUGHBOY shut up..i was a die hard star wars fan for awhile, OK<br />First Pet: a rat that I had in 3rd grade<br />First Piercing: none<br />First Crush: rebecca sotelo. danm the existence of the 'friend zone'<br />First Music: shitty music. OK, first CD i had was the pocahontas instrumentals. yeah..parents really didnt let me expeirment w/music<br />First Car: 90 Toyota Cressida with 55, 000 miles!!<br />First School: Sutton Elementary<br />First House Location: i dont remember<br /><br />Lasts:<br />Last time you smoke: last week I think. its the fucking cold weather .<br />Last thing you ate: Jing's leftovers she left, thanks Dani<br />Last Car Ride: driving from the la madeline<br />Last Movie: harry potter and the goblet of fire<br />Last Phone Call: the lovely kristin G<br />Last CD Played: Ocean 12's soundtrack in my friend's car<br />Last bubble bath: cannot even remember<br /><br />8 Have you ever's:<br />Ever Dated One Of Your Best friends: no Ever<br />Been Arrested: yes<br />Ever Skinny Dipped: no no<br />Ever Been on TV: yeah..i think i was on TV for some marching band thing<br />Ever Kissed Someone and Then Regretted it: no<br />Ever cheated: on hw and stuff of course, maaaybe a little on a test<br />Ever been on a blind date: not yet<br />Have You Ever been out of the country: yep yep..there's latin america, europe and africa for now<br /><br />7 Things You're Wearing:<br />1. jeans<br />2. hoodie i stole from juan's brother<br />3. buddy holly glasses<br />4. yrbk shirt<br />5. my spiffy new hat<br />6. blue socks<br />7. and the boxers, duh<br /><br />6 choice beverages:<br />1. water<br />2. the DP<br />3. cherry limeades<br />4. long island ice tea<br />5. mojito<br />6. this cool latino drink called horchata. basically yummy rice water<br /><br />5 favorite things In No Particular Order:<br />1. my ridiculous stories/moments/events/utterings<br />2. my friends<br />3. when at least 3 good songs play on the radio<br />4. AIM<br />5. having some debacherous fun on a Sunday. hahaha<br /><br />4 People You Can Tell Anything to:<br />1. vanessa<br />2. Dulce<br />3. kyle B.<br />4. three-way tie b/w fauz, kristin and a. pi. you ladies really helped me out a whileback<br /><br />3 Choices<br />1. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate<br />2. hugs or kisses: hugs<br />3. pens or pencils: pens<br /><br />2 Things You Want to Do Before you die:<br />1. go on Sabado gigante or some talk show and be part of the guest or get free shit and go on SNL ---yes thats ONE thing<br />2. get my crazy stories published in some shape or form (i.e. playboy or the new yorker, either one is fine)<br /><br />2 People I wanna see:<br />1. right now..ummm either alex, kyle B or that idiot of a boy aka" Hot Pink Guy"<br />2. my cooool cousins<br /><br />10 things that make you happy and tag 5 others:<br />1. AMAZING conversations that start at soem point and end another and you are just sooooo fucking glad that you had that convo!! at least 3 good songs on the radio<br />2. reading good books/stories/articles<br />3. ridiculous moments with friends (i.e. making a music video, dinner with friends, exploring haunted places)<br />4. when i dont procrastinate and do my work on time<br />5. singing and dancing in the car. love it when ppl notice<br />6. my weekly dose of eye candy at Whole Foods<br />7. at least 3 good songs on the radio<br />8. getting cool/small gifts (i.e. e-mail, letters, pies in the mail)<br />9. when people call me or I/M me..lol seems that I always I/M and call people<br />10. free stuff<br /><br />i tag: 1. the boys 2. the girls 3. liberals 4. everyone who reads this 5. ridiculous people<br /><br />Two Quotes:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"its no longer deck to say cool, but its deck to say deck"</span> -- Daniel making fun of hipsters<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"yay! Chris earns points in my book" </span>-- Hot Pink Guy<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113307531937836054?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1132877475609502582005-11-24T17:49:00.000-06:002005-11-24T18:39:18.983-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.houstonpress.com/art/webpix/current.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.houstonpress.com/art/webpix/current.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />It's Thanksgiving night and the house smells like alligator, there is squabbling among the family and I've avoided family members so far. So, what am I thankful this year?<br /><br />I'm thankful for my brother Isaac. He is probably one of the main reasons why I am still here in Houston. He is a sweet, smart, loyal and adorable kid that deserves the very best in life and I'm so thankful that he is healthy and is in my life.<br /><br />I'm thankful for my friends who stood by me this year. Before I came out, I was worried that some of my friends would stop associating themselves with me. Thankfully, I was wrong and I've grown closer with some of them as a result.<br /><br />I'm thankful that I've decided on what my major is going to be and that I'm going to stick with it. It sucked that I had to choose between what will give me a decent paying job and what will make me happy, but I think being an English major was a good choice that I made.<br /><br />I'm thankful for the shitty political year that the Republicans ar</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e having. I know I shouldn't gloat (sp?) in someone's suffering, but I'm not hating on a person, but rather an entire entity. The President's lowest rating ever, a certain ex-House majority leader being indicted and given the <a href="http://www.houstonpress.com/Issues/current/news/feature.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Turkey of the Year</span></a> award by the Houston Press and just the true exposure of the party is a delight to me. Perhaps victory bells might ring for the Left in 2006.<br /><br />I'm thankful for my blogger "friends" that I've made. It's nice to talk to someone who's outside of the Texas sphere and who shares some of the same intrests that I have. Whodathunkit that I would have met some cool people on the internet?<br /><br />Lastly, I'm thankful that I had another year to live. I mean, after the craziness that I went through this year I am suprised that I'm of sound body and sound mind.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving y'all and I wish every one of you the very best!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"No today but today"</span> -- Rent<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113287747560950258?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1132818947134072522005-11-24T01:27:00.000-06:002005-11-24T02:18:55.030-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/023_14A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/023_14A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Many of you have heard about my adorable brother Issac, whose name means "smile or laughter". He is seriously cuteness incarnate. Not only is he super cute, he is a smart kid. Yes, I probably sound bias being that I am his older brother, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but, objectively speaking, I think he is smart kid for two-years-old. He knows how to count from 1-10 in Spanish and 1-20 in English. Knows (at least A-F and O-W </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and Z) his ABC'; he likes to "read" Dr. Seuss and other nursery rhyme books; he dances to Red Hot Chili Peppers, Shakira, Missy E, Gwen, Juanes, and the Chicago</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Soundtrack. Yes, he has a diverse taste in music. If there's one thing that I'm going to be anal about is that he is not going to turn out ghetto. There are too many ghetto people in the world and I would prefer that Isaac won't be on</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e of them. Hopefully he will be a liberal SOB like me, but I don't know. He is just the sweetest kiddo in the world that says Ciabatta when he sees a Jack-in-a-Box logo. Besides being an intelligent two-year-old, he also shows signs of an athlete. When sees any type of ball, whether its baseball, football, soccer, a magic 8 ball, he will run up and </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kick it -- usually falling on his ass.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/64240010.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/64240010.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hopefully he will continue on this path of being considered one of those, you know, the</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ones that are smart, good looking and smart. The only problem that I can see in his life will probably be his parents. My mom and stepdad are extremely strict, especially now since they are both hardcore Christians. Well, I've put with my mom's Bible-preaching for almost twenty years and I cam out normal -- well, as normal can be for a neurotic, quirky kid who mircrowaves ice cream and likes boys. But I digress. Even though my brother Isacc is going to have crazy parents, he is going to have me! Blessing or curse? I think of it more as a blessing than anything. I'm going to be the thrity-year-old cool brother that has a kick ass job, lives in the big cities, tells him stories of my crazy days of youth, gives him fantastic gifts for his birthday/christmas/easter/graduation and buys him liquor. The liquor part is still up in the air though.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/007_019.3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/007_019.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hopefully my parents will teach him to be a tolerant, open minded, amicable, honest and decent person. I'll drill in liberalism, but thats when hes old enough to carry a protest sign for Black Friday. I really do want to be involved in his life. I never really had a sibling until he came into this world two years ago and I plan on staying in his world. Of course I want to be as honest as I can with him -- including my sexuality -- but I'm afraid that his parents are going to try and instill him a close minded mentality when it comes to homosexuals. Aiy, why let tomorrow's forecast ruin today's weather, right?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />"Time goes by so slowly for those who wait/Those who run seem to have all the fun"</span> -- <span style="font-style: italic;">Hung Up </span>by Madonna<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113281894713407252?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1132613601346729422005-11-21T16:23:00.000-06:002005-11-21T16:55:08.853-06:00<a href="http://www.greyhawk.com/images/pictures/houston-library.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://www.greyhawk.com/images/pictures/houston-library.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For some reason I always and I mean always manage to sit next to a crazy when I atten public libraries. It's getting annoying and quite possibly scary stuff. At the public library in downtown for example, there are alot of homeless people who walk between the aisles of books. Probably sheltering themselves from the elements, but it's creepy when I see a lady that smells like cats in the Social Science section blocking a book about the sex life of women in the 1920s. Another thing that creeps me out about public libraries is those sex perves that take up the computers. I was at the Central Library yesterday and all of the computers were being used by balding, white men looking at T & A. The worst kind are the old, homeless men that look at T &amp; A on public libraries. Odd enough, I noticed that alot of them are gay. Ewwwww! Old, gay, homeless men looking at male T & A (or is it C &amp; A?) in the public libraries while little children run around filling up their minds with knowledge and what not.</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Aiy, such a travesty indeed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://www.vcl.uh.edu/~somalley/HDRI-Images/UHLibrary1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="183" alt="" src="http://www.vcl.uh.edu/~somalley/HDRI-Images/UHLibrary1.jpg" border="0" /></a>University libraries aren't that different. One time I saw this guy looking at personal ads from some site. I couldn't tell if it was gay or straight, but looking at personal ads is something that you don't do at a university library. All of us know that there is always some kid waiting for a computer to work on a paper, do research, look at facebook/myspace/whatever the latest trend is or just take an online quiz. I've seen a guy who has Tom Welling on as his Desktop Background here at M. D. Anderson. I really don't think that anyone wants to know who you fancy at this moment. Then you have those paper hoggers. The ones that print out Power Point Presentations the wrong way. There is a right and wrong way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><blockquote><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Right Way: Print out Power Point Slides as Handouts. You know, have 3 small (I do 6) slides on a page with lines next to them so you can take notes. Don't forget to print in black and white and on both sides of the paper.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Wrong Way: Pring out the <strong>ENTIRE </strong>presentation, but in slide form. That means that every 8x11.5 page that you print out has one slide and only one slide. So, if you have a 20-slide Power Point Presentation to print out, you are going to print out 20 pages, each contatining one slide and you most likely will print in color and/or on one side </span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">of the page. </span></span></span></p></blockquote></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Some idiots take up so much time, paper, ink and just patience from other students who are waiting to print out there stuff. Here at UH M. D. Anderson Library they offer <em>free</em> printing to all students. I really don't want to see that taken away because of a few nerds who waste all of this effort for this stupid needs.</span><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>"I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample, it had an olive in it."</em> -- Rodney Dangerfield</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113261360134672942?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1132465362647403462005-11-20T10:24:00.000-06:002005-11-20T12:57:32.386-06:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know the following things are so bad, but they are sooo good to me at least.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ever since the Catholic Church Sex Scandal, alot of male priests have been associated with pedophiles (or Michael Jackson, but same thing, right?). But, this is a good and proper <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.calendarioromano.co.uk/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">t</span>hing to support</a>, right? Behold a 2006 Priest Calender. Geez, I wouldn't mind getting on my knees a</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nd saying my prayers for some of them. This is by no means making fun of my Catholic friends, but look at Mr. July !</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/priest-calendar-06.0.jpg"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/priest-calendar-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seaking about hot religious men all of you should chheck out <a href="http://www.latterdaysmovie.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Latter Days</span></a>, a really sweet and great movie -- besides, Hot Mormon! I think my family as thing for men of the cloth, My great aunt got kicked out of a monestary because she got drunk and try to seduce the father. Her daughter, when she was my age,seduced a Mormon (and got the <a href="http://home.teleport.com/%7Epackham/garment.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">special underwear</span></a> to prove it) when she was in South America on holiday.<br /></span></span></span><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Besides my small attraction of the cloth, I have now a new <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wordspy.com/words/earworm.asp"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">earwo</span></a></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wordspy.com/words/earworm.asp"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">rm</span></a> circling in </span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my mind. Madonna's "Hung Up" from her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000B8QEZG/qid=1132509260/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-3568325-0300754?v=glance&s=music&amp;n=507846"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Confessions on a Dance Floor</span></a> has been stuck in my head for the last couple of hours. Even</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <a href="http://www.scissorsisters.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Scissor Sisters</span></a></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> haven't been able to ge this stupid tune out of my head. Unlike Tom Cruise, who asks to "<a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/player/player.html?url=/video/showbiz/2005/11/18/vargas.south.park.cruise.affl"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">come out the closest</span></a>", Madonna <a href="http://music.aol.com/top11/main.adp?startVideo=5"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">looks ridiculously good</span></a> as she gets older. Thanks A. Pi and Kristian for fucking up my music taste. <span style="font-weight: bold;">:)<br /></span><br />Love you enemy, right? Well, how about love it when your enemy acts like a complet idiot on TV. A <a href="http://onegoodmove.org/1gm/1gmarchive/002626.html#002626"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">hell broke loose</span></a> on Friday when the House of Representatives acted like complet fools about a resolution for the withdrawl of American troops from Iraq. Geez, this is such a pathetic attempt for Schmidt to get some national spotlight on her. Fucking Yankkee Doodle Douchebag.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The internet was probably invented by a man, it's the only place that you can get sports scores and porn at the same time." -</span>-Rachel Dracht from <span style="font-style: italic;">SNL</span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113246536264740346?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1132182546824359742005-11-16T16:39:00.000-06:002005-11-16T17:09:06.870-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A skill that I really want to learn is how to make T-Shirts. No, not those cheezy shirts that have the iron-on letters that fall off when you walk to and fro. I'm talking about professional-looking amateur </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">shirts!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/feardementorstee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/feardementorstee.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just got my "I Fear Dementor" shirt from my friend <a href="http://bluebedsheets.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Connie</span></a>. YAY! Thanks! I was getting worried that I wasn't going to get my shirt before <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</span> premires tomorrow at midnight. I'm not going all out like some people who show up with Harry Potter scarfs or "wizard robes" or badly drawn scars on their foreheads. Now, I have to figure out how to break into the Houston Zoo and get an owl.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113218254682435974?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1131985443103497852005-11-15T17:00:00.000-06:002005-11-15T17:11:52.756-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, I know most of you have heard about my crazy stories, either by me or through someone else who heard from me! Well, I going to start keeping my promise of writing down my crazy stories. Hopefully, I will have a large enough collection of stories to print them out on book form when I'm older.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So last Friday, I went to go see Harry and the Potters perform at a bookstore here in Houston. Yes, I am a dork/loser/nerd/wtf! for going to this how, but I've so many great things about them. Basically, this duo writes/sings/performs songs based off the Harry Potter series. The bookstore was full of wannabe indie/punk/bohemian dont-care-about-the-world-I-just-want-to-be-happy-but-I-have-huge-trust-fund-so-I-<br />dont-have-to-be-poor-when-I'm-old jew kids. I made my way to the center of the bookstore and look at the performance. I have to admit, these prep Jews have alot of energy and they did rock the the bookstore down.<br /><br />In the middle of their hour long set, they started singing a song about Rita Skeeter, a libelous journalist that was first featured in </span><em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. It has a cool beat and had simple enough lyrics that this song could be easily sung in a long road trip. The singer made his way through the crowd of "head bangers" and lifted up the energy of the people around then. When the singer went back on stage, the microphone cord was wrapped around me and I got pulled forward. I grabbed (probably accidentaly, I don't remember) a girl as I was moving my way up. The band was still playing the catchy Rita Skeeter song, the energy was still building up and I my "attention whore" in me wanted to come out. So, there was only one solution and it can be summed up in two words. Dance Party. The girl and I danced like no tomorrow and we acted like complete idiots in front the teeny-bopper group. Good times indeed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After my little show, I made my way to the back of the bookstore to check out some of the concert merchandise and other books. Shifting through too-small t-shirts for your non-anorexic Hipster kid, someone approched me from behind. He belonged to this sea of hipsters and indie kids. Wearing an maroon shirt, too-small for his light frame that had a funny drawing of a squid holding many record in its tentacles. A white belt (typical sign of a gay/hipster/indie person, right?) wrapped around his broken-in, bleached jeans that made their way down to slightly cover his red Converse shoes. He was definetly a cute one.<br /><br />Being Hispanic, you have a sixth sense in detecting other Latinos in the room. Soft, olive-colored puppy dog eyes were behind his black spectacles and there it was, the South American accent that tried to hide behind his English words. He asked me whether or not I was embarassed in doing my little jig infront of the crowd. I answered him honestly and told him that I've done/experienced more crazy things in high school than most people in their lives. He asked what were they and that opend the can of worms of my stories. Arrested in London. Black woman fight in New York. Seeing a baby being born. Running through a glass door. I probably shouldn't have told this stranger some of these stories, but again my "attention whore" side needed its fix.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The concernt was over and I was about to go back to my place to "do some work". I was making my way to the door, grabbing my hoodie jacket and making sure that I had my keys and wallet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote>"UMMM [...] WANTTOGRABSOMETHINGTOEATTOMORROWNIGHT?", he blurted out.</blockquote></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That took me by suprised, but I didn't have to think twice about it. In a long time, a normal person has asked me out. How could I refuse? Besides, week sof being hit on my crazies has me question whether or not I have some scent that only crazies can pick up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I said yes to the date proposal. We exchanged numbers, ideas, thoughts, suggestions and a friendly "good night" and "see you tomorrow". I had a date with Matt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday came and went and my date with Matt arrived. Casual wear was in order. Besides, I really doubt some indie kid dresses up at all. I was a train wreck. I haven't been on a "real date" in a long time and I have forgotten some of the rules of ettiquete. How much do I pay? Do I arrive "fashionably late"? Any house warming gift? Stupid things, but these questions were in my mind's eye. I arrive at his place around nine-ish on Saturday night. He showed me around his townhouse. It was in Houston Heights so the house itself had character. Hardwood floors, a montage of movie posters, green couches with stripped-yellow patches were around the living room. The hosue itself had an organized chaos feeling. Junk littered the floor, but I belive that Matt knew where everything was if you asked him. Old, stale fast food and pot was deep rooted in the pillows. This was definetly a hipster place.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We decided to grab some Greek food at Niko Niko's in Montrose and eat it at his place. (It was his idea, not mine. I just agreed). We load up in his car and we head down Studemont to Montrose while listening to "Laura" by Scissor Sistes and "Chicago" by Sufjan Stevens. Music of an indie fag, nice combo isn't it?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ompa chicken, pita bread and that yummy white sauce, no pun intended, filled out little white styrofoam containers. We drove back up Studemont, heading to Matt's apartment while "Michael" by Franz Ferdinand and "Cornflake Girl" by Tori Amos played as white noise to our converastion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We sat down on his harwood floors and started digging in our Greek platters. Good times! We had a good conversation as the food disappeared from our plates. The usual banter of young adults -- politics, music, movies, books, how Houston is too big -- and how they affect our lives in whatever ways we imagine. After having a deep conversation on how Heights is a kick ass place --- Matt kissed me. Yes! HOORAH I say!!! But, this moment of blind bliss only lasted for a few seconds -- his roommate came home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Turns out that Matt and his roommate were more than roommates -- they were boyfriends. Matt stood up and greeted his boyfriend in a very </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >amicable</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> way that made certain porn movies tame. There's more to this delightful suprise my readers.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Is he the guy you were talking about?," said the boyfriend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Yeah babe, we just finished dinner,"responded Matt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Yeah, he's really cute. We are going to have alot of fun," Matt said.</span></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All of this was said as both of them started taking off their clothes. Before things got too hot to handle, I grabbed my drink and keys and headed out the door. I rushed passed them and ran to my car. Distraught. Humiliated. Embarrassed. Slightly turned on. And just plain tired of this crazy drama.<br /><br />Instead of heading home to cry into a pillow, I drove to the Galleria area to have a drink at the Intercontinental Hotel. I know a bartender there and I needed to drown my sorrows in the Martini seas. I got to the bar and started swimming in liquor. I shared the date with the bartender friend and he, like many of you, found it really funny. At this time, an older and fatter gentleman came and sat next to the bar. He was shorter than me, but twice my size in width. Wearing aviator glasses indoors, a flanner shirt and cowboy hat on the side, this gentleman called himself Frank as he asked me for a light.<br /><br />The bartender left me to play with my olive while he went to the back to get some more liquor. This was Frank's chance unfortunately. He took off his aviator glasses and started a forced converastion with me. Awkward shit that I only responded with single-word answers. He turned his body to have a beter view of myself and said:<br /><blockquote>"Whoa! You are definetly a cute one! You want to go back to my room? I'll be a good slave for you." </blockquote>I finished my martini, left a large bill for my friend and made my way to the exit. It was probably rude to ignore Frank's request, but I think it was rude of him to ask for a fuck from me.<br /><br />What's wrong with me? I mean, I see alot of my friends who are dating or are in "serious relationships". I don't want to be one of those people that needs a relationship to define their existence, but it would be nice if I had someone to talk to or go out with or just sit there and enjoy their presence. Do I go off a scent that only creepies and crazies pick up? Hmmm, perhaps I just have a way of getting myself into these type of situations. At least I can say that I don't have a boring life, right?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Is possible for you to have a normal date -- or even a normal day?"</span> --- A. Pi.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113198544310349785?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1131734793906416982005-11-11T12:36:00.000-06:002005-11-11T15:36:30.253-06:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >I hate that feeling of being sick. You know the one that I'm talking about. The heavy legs, the sweat on your neck, that medicine after taste on you tongue, the drugged out feeling that courses through your veins and the constant dizzy sensation when you walk too fast.<br /><br />I've been sick for the past week (hence, no updated blog) and I'm not getting any better. You would think that after a week of medicine, pills, hot tea, rest, OJ, shower, tissues, coughing that a young person would overcome that insignificant infection. Unfortunately....<br /><br />ME: Loser<br />Virus: Winner<br /><br />Stupid infection.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/61468395_4ac742ce98.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/61468395_4ac742ce98.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Besides me being physically sick, I'm also sick by Texas' new constitutional amendment. Proposition 2, which banned gay-marriage in Texas, passed with overwhelming majority on Tuesday night. I can't say that I'm not surprised, but I would have thought that the victory margin would have been lower -- or the very least have more counties against Prop. 2. Travis Country (Austin, TX) was the only county that voted against the amendment. Even in Houston, fouth largest city in the country, where we have a large gay/liberal neighborhood and where we have a Democratic mayor -- the amendment pass.<br /><br />Stupid conservative Texas.<br /><br />I'm sure that most you know that I just attract all of these crazy (i.e. sluts, whores, drag queens, black guys named "Clifford" and 37-year-old) people. For a quick laugh, here is one of my latest stories.<br /><br />I was working on paper for my English class at Barnes & Noble the other night. Usual scene at the Starbucks inside the bookstores. College kids with laptops, pre-med crazies working on Orgo, the occasional hipster trying to be a writer and me, the guy who needs white noise to concentrate. This black guy sat next and started fooling around on his laptop. His eyes were glued to the screen and a sly, crooked smile could be seen on his left side. I got up and refilled my cup with an upside-down, caramel Machiatto with soy, hold the whip (yes, I am one of those asses that orders the complicated drinks), hoping to stay up and continue with this paper. As I was walking back to my chair, I saw what was the on the black guy's screen. It was some sort of dating site for gay men( I know it was for gay men because only gay men would have 20 million photos of themselves shirtless on a pony). Great, I have some horny black guy next to me. I started working on my paper a little faster, hoping to leave the area before my neighbor started hunting for a prey. Too late. My neighbor started moving his chair closer and closer to me. If my foot was a little more to the right, I would have made contact with his ashy foot in those worn out Old Navy flip-flops. It was almost 11 at night and it was closing time for that Starbucks. I was stuffing my book bag with my books, notes, pencils and my empty cup. I dropped my copy of <strong><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=yE35FSWClf&isbn=0684800713&amp;itm=1">The Sun Also Rises </a></span></em></strong>on the floor by accident. I tried grabbing the book before it fell, but Hemmingway's words just slipped through my fingers. Luckily, my neighbor picked up. Shit, I just opened the door for a a stupid conversation.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Nice choice", he said.<br />"Thanks," I responded, trying not to make eye<br />contact.<br />"Do you come here often?"<br />"Sorta of."<br />"Never seen you<br />here."<br />"Sorry."<br />"You should come sit here more often."<br />"OK."<br />"You have lotta books in your bag. Must be heavy."<br />"Sometimes."<br />"I bet you have a nice strong back and backside."<br />"I suppose."<br />"Mine if I..."(I think he was going to say, "mine if I see it")<br /><br /><em>Cant stop, addicted to the shindig.</em><br /></blockquote><br />Red Hot Chili Peppers, my salvation! As my friend was talking to over the phone, I grabbed my book and headed towards the door. Unfortunately, the black guy wasn't done with me yet. He grabbed my arm, pulled me back to make some more eye contact. Ugh. He placed a piece of paper in my hand, while his stupid crooked smile was on his left side again. I walked to my car, trying to shake off whatever substance he gave me by his mere presence. I thought the piece of paper contained his number, but it was wrong It was something more pathetic than a 10-digit sequence -- it was his screen name. Yes, instead of giving me his number, the fool gave me his screen name on AIM. Could this be a sign that technology has become a more defining force in our lives or that he is some sortof computer geek that passes his time idling by on computer staring at photos of guys he will never obtain? Probably the latter, but I still think technology is more important. At least I don't have use Caller ID, right?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Stupid creepy guy.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><em>"You have to wine and dine me if you want to cajole me out of my clothes"</em> -- me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113173479390641698?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1131232604434304052005-11-05T16:30:00.000-06:002005-11-05T22:21:43.580-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/constitution.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/constitution.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I voiced my opinion and participated in early voting yesterday. Yay for being a good citizen! There was something wierd with the ballot though (more on that later). For those who don't know, there are nine amendments to the Texas Constitution (</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">which has 400+ amendments since its 1876 ratification)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> on this election. I am sure that most of my Texas readers are smart enough to do some research or readings to know whats on the ballot, so I am not going to waste time and space in typing all nine amendments. Thou</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gh, there is ONE amendement that is going to get alot of media coverage and I might as well jump on the bandwagon with the mainstream media. In simple terms, vote <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> on <a href="http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/politics/recommendations/3424592"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Prop. 2</span></a> to the Texas Constitution. I'm sorry if I am n</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ot</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> appropaching this </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">issue in an "objective manner", but it's m</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y blog --</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> so, <span style="font-style: italic;">c'est la vie</span>, bitch!<br /><br />As anyone seen the new <a href="http://www.texansformarriage.tv/media_player.htm?&playMedia=video%7CGods%20Design"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Pro-Anti-Gay Marriage</span></a> (one man, one woman, one donkey) Ad from TexansForMarriage.com? I know its a public/political ad, but isn't it tactless to quote a bible verse in this ad? Quoting Bible verses, going to church everyday Sunday, giving to charities, saying 'Amen' doesn't make you more of a Christian than swimming every day makes you more like a fish. People, like those fools, give us Christians a bad name. I am sorry if I have offended any of my Christian readers, but you are reading a blog to self-described 'Gray Christian' that knows that life is too complicated to always pick a side. I get so <span style="font-style: italic;">belligerent</span> when I hear people hate in the name of God.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/4th%20marriage.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/4th%20marriage.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got to my poll in the <a href="http://www.houstontx.gov/health/MSC/metropolitanmsc.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">West Gray Community Center</span></a>, punched in my access code that I recieved upon signing in and I was off into the democratic process. After going through the stupid intro session for the E-Slate Voting machine ("please select a candidate: George Washington or Abraham Lincoln), all nine</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> amendments appeared on my screen. Thank you <a href="http://www.lwvhouston.org/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Houston League of Women Voters</span></a> and the Chronicle for their help in explaining the nine amendments. I don't know where the politicians get the ability in explaining one simple concept in three paragraphs. I was so happy that there wasn't a line on this early voting day. In the last election I was forced to look at crappy art in the community center and deal with Starbucks (grande skinny latte with skim milk no doubt)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> drinking</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Volvo-driving soccer moms.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/al%20quida%20marriage.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/al%20quida%20marriage.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All nine amendmets finally arrived on my screen and I proceeded in selecting the appropiate (in my opinion at least) answer for each. My fingers played with the E-Slate rolling control, double-checking that I made the correct choice</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, looking at my crib notes that I made the previous night and telling myself, "Pure, natural and simple democratic process." Finally, when I was done selecting my choices for the amendments, I pressed that red select button to submit my response. Ahhh, what a great feeling. Knowing that you fufilled your duty as a citizen of your country. Sure, there are those that believe that politics are controlled my special interest, corrupt politicians and "The Man" (to according to <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0279493/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Conspiracy Brother</span></a>, its basically white people), but I'm not that cynnical in believing that my voice, my opinion, my vote doesn't count. But, I am on those that believes that if you don't vote (excluding foreingers), you forfitted your right to bitch and moan about the election results.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/sargentcartoon.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/sargentcartoon.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After I submitted my vote for the Texas amendments, I got the freaking American Flag on my screen! When you get the American Flag on your E-Slate Voting Machine, that means that your voting session is done with. Over. Complete! Finite!! See ya next year, pal!!!<br />Them: <span style="font-style: italic;">Here is your "I voted" sticker. Oh sorry, no more stickers. </span><br /> Me:<span style="font-style: italic;"> What?!?!! No Stickers!!! </span><br /> Them:<span style="font-style: italic;"> Thank you for voting. </span><br /> Me:<span style="font-style: italic;"> But I want my... </span><br /> Them:<span style="font-style: italic;"> Thank you! </span><br /> Me:<span style="font-style: italic;"> But... </span><br /> Them:<span style="font-style: italic;"> Thank you! </span><br />*in the background* <span style="font-style: italic;">Vote for </span>(insert candidate's name/prop.)<span style="font-style: italic;"> for a better Texas.</span><br />Them: <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Good bye</span>,sir! </span><br /><br />Yes, I was tossed (more like escoreted,but toss sounds better) out of the West Gray Community Center. I think that I was disenfranchised yesteray. I didn't get to vote for the Mayor of Houston (Go Whitey!), for my District G representative (Pam Holm is running unopposed), for the At-Large District Reps (Go Brown, Aiyer, Gibbs and Berry). I didn't know what to say. My voter registration card says Houston, TX at the bottom. Aren't I technically still inside the city limits? Mom says I was probably oblivious to something and pressed some button that relinquised me of voting for local elections. I hope not, but then again I get distracted by cute dogs, sexy librarians and books that have that unique smell. (Yes, I like the smell of used books, but that's another issue for another post)<br /><br />Do any of you readers why I wasn't allowed to vote for the Local offices, but only for the state-wide amendments? Any thoughts/suggestions/ideas/amounts of money are welcomed.<br /><br />Wow! That post was a little too deep and serious. To make it better, here is a great cover of one my guilty pleasures, <a href="http://www.musiccherry.com/archives/13%20Toxic.mp3"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Toxic by Britney Spears</span></a>. (Does anyone know how to DL this song onto my hard drive?)<br /><br />AIM conversation with Kristian<br /><br />Kristian: <span style="font-style: italic;">"I would let [Tom Cruise] bang me anyday. He is f-ing hot.I would just ask him not to say anything."</span><br />Me:<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Are you going to put duct tape over his mouth?"</span><br />Kristian: <span style="font-style: italic;">"Well then he wouldn't be able to give me a blow job. I would gag him anyway."</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113123260443430405?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1131080638124347002005-11-03T22:20:00.000-06:002005-11-05T14:03:44.126-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, I know Halloween has gone away, but I still have some Halloween related comics and quotes that I must share </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">now.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/45/toons/robbie.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/45/toons/robbie.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Halloween is like gay Christmas" </span>-- i thought i was being witty, but supposedly alot of gays say that also<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"He's got candy spread all over on the living room floor" </span>-- top Halloween thing that sounds dirty</blockquote><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For my fellow Houstonians, I am sure most of you know about the <a href="http://www.meatballs.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Spaghetti Warehouse</span></a> and its spooky atmosphere. According to many in Houston, the Spaghetti Warehouse is the Top 5 of the <a href="http://houston.citysearch.com/roundup/40468/?brand=msn"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">most haunted places in Houston</span></a>. According to some, here is a <a href="http://www.thebuzz.com/cc-common/mlib/1020/10/1020_1130777930.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">photo</span></a> that proves that the ghost exist. Have fun!<br /><br />Is it just me or is time moving ridicuously fast? I remember last year's Christmas and all of its crappiness and now Thanksgiving is in three weeks? Weeks are going by too fast. Its a mix-blessing for me though. Finals are starting to encroach quicker on all of us, which means that there is going to be last minute projects/papers and crap. Here is what I have due soon:</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote>Nov. 9 -- Meeting Story (i have to cover a meeting for a journalism class)<br />Nov. 10 -- Gatsby Presentation (i still have no idea what I'm going to talk about)<br />Nov. 17 -- Existentialism/Hemmingway paper (Existentialism is so off the wall)<br />Nov. 30 -- Feature Story (interview an "interesting person" aka some crazy stranger. any takers?)</blockquote>English and that Journalism class are the most time consuming, yet I enjoy both of them so</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> much. I know there are some quizzes/tests in between those days from other classes, but I really don't care. Ha!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The weekend is upon us, which means its time for (hopefully good) movies. <a href="http://jarheadmovie.com/welcometothesuck.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jarhead</span></a>, a Gulf War movie with Jake Gyllenhaal, is premerieing this weekend. The trailer looks so great and <a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/towleroad/2005/11/a_view_to_a_kil.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Towleroad</span></a> has gotten a chance to review the film. This is definetly one that I am planning on seeing.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stereogum.com/img/sarah_silverman_jesus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.stereogum.com/img/sarah_silverman_jesus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I get really annnoyed when say that a movie is going to be in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >select cities</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> and Houston gets the shaft. I mean, we are bigger than Dallas, Atlanta, Cambridge and Minneapolis. So, I was really annoyed when I found out that Sarah Silverman's new movie, <a href="http://www.jesusismagicthemovie.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jesus is Magic</span></a>, isn't going to be playing soon in Houston any time soon. How can you not find a movie where a hot Jewish girl dressed as Mary Tyler Moore sings in her 60s gear?<br /><br /><br />If you are a Harry Potter nerd like I am, then I know that you are getting wet as the the relase date for <a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/gobletoffire/"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Goblet of Fire</span></a> approaches. To tease you a bit, here are some <a href="http://www.iesb.net/wb2005/102705.php"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">clips from the movie</span></a>. [thanks </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >Elton</span><span style="font-size:85%;">]<br /><br />Now for some goodies:<br /><br />Total rip off of Ghostbusters: <a href="http://www.tvacres.com/admascots_mrsbutterworth.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Mrs. Butterworth</span></a> attacks </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.breitbart.com/news/2005/10/28/D8DH398O4.html">Manhattan</a> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(aka Eggo-terrorism)<br />NFL's most overpaid players: Guess where the <a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/5002168?GT1=7409"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Texans</span></a> are at?<br />What a whore! Hilton's <a href="http://www.thebuzz.com/cc-common/mlib/1020/11/1020_1131019779.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Halloween</span></a> costume (notice the patch on her)<br />Chicago Perspective: 21 Things You <a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/chi-0510250014oct25,1,1457567.story?coll=chi-newsopinion-hed&ctrack=1&amp;cset=true"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Should know</span></a> about Houston (no shit!)<br />Crazy Foreigners: <a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2681492?htv=12"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Curry-n-Rice Girl</span></a> (á la Hollback Girl)<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I was licking jelly of my boyfriend's penis and all of sudden I'm thinking 'Oh my God, I'm turning into my mother'" </span>-- Sarah Silverman from <span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus is Magic</span></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113108063812434700?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130693355006089792005-10-30T10:30:00.000-06:002005-10-30T11:43:36.986-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/42/toons/robbie.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.stp.uh.edu/vol71/42/toons/robbie.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Halloween kids! Boo! I hope everyone will have a great time this weekend. To get you in the creeping mood, here are some Halloween related treats!<br /><br />I was driving around the city last night and wow, I saw alot of crazies running around. I was driving around Montrose (figures, huh?) last night and wow, saw more than a handfull of whores walking around. Wonder how many of them were actually women? Saw witches, pirates and some sort of fairy thing on a guy. Yeah, well at least he had the body for it; stupid twig. I also saw alot of couples dressed up together. There are some instances were couple can <a href="http://jaybsays.com/?p=480"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">actually look pretty good </span></a>together; most of time it looks stupid. The outlet and the plug, the salt and peper, the ketchup and mustard, etc. Stupid couples!<br /><br />Remember the days that you parents would say to watch what type of candy you eat? Well, turns out that there have been cases in which people did spiked treats with <a href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/mayhem/needles.asp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">needles and pins</span></a>. I thought it was just some unfounded urban legend, but <a href="http://www.snopes.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Snopes</span></a> has confirmed it. If you are going to eat spiked treats, it might as well come from the <a href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/mayhem/needles.asp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Austin area</span></a>. Oy, you crazy, stoner, UT kids.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/doublescream.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/doublescream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Found this cool site where they had a <a href="http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=7794&display=photoshop#entries"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Horror photoshop contest</span></a>. Basically, the entire object of the contest was to photoshop monsters from Horror movies onto classical works of art. Hmmm, I need to buy one of those Photoshop for Dummies book. Great combination, huh? Horror figures with art.<br /><br />I love David Letterman's Top Ten list because alot of the time, Dave has some truth in them. Here is a Top Ten List why <a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/halloween/topten.asp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Halloween is better than Sex</span></a>. If you have a more perverted mind, here is a list of Halloween related things that <a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/halloween/topten.asp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sound dirty</span></a> (just scroll to the bottom). That's where I got my title from.<br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">"Halloween is the only time of the year where you can dress like a slut and no one will say anything about it.</span>" -- One of the Plastics from <span style="font-style: italic;">Mean Girls</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113069335500608979?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130547107626686072005-10-28T19:30:00.000-05:002005-10-28T19:51:47.643-05:00<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="330"><tbody><tr><td width="180"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><b>Disorder</b></span></td><td width="120"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><b>Rating</b></span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html">Paranoid Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;">Low</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html">Schizoid Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;">Moderate</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html">Schizotypal Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html">Antisocial Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html">Borderline Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;">Moderate</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html">Histrionic Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html">Narcissistic Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html">Avoidant Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;">Low</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html">Dependent Personality Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html">Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder</a>:</span></td><td><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;">High</span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2" align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"><br />-- <a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv">Take the Personality Disorder Test</a> --<br />-- <a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html">Personality Disorder Info</a> --</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hmmmm...perhaps its time for a mental tune up?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"You are so fucking quirky"</span> -- Kyle B.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113054710762668607?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130513115244921542005-10-28T06:04:00.000-05:002005-10-28T10:28:11.863-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meh, its too early to do any </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >real blogging, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">if there such a thing. So, I borrowed (ah fuck, I stole it) from <a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=abcf0b"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Connie</span></a> girl.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><u>15 Random Things About Me<br /></u></span></span><font><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><blockquote><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. I slept with a stuff animal until I was about 9 years old.<br />2. I still have alot of the toys that I grew up with. They are in a plastic box waiting for my brother Isaac to find them.<br />3. I intial every book that I have ever owned, read or flipped through. I write my 'ceo' in the back cover on the left-handed corner<br />4. I brush my teeth five times a day. I don' t like the feeling of dirty teeth.<br />6. I eat/drink wierd food combinations. Example: pickles and ice cream, (sometimes) I drink a tequilla shot after a bowl of ice cream (hence the title), jelly beans and eggs sunnyside-up, peanut butter and banana sandwhiches, peanut butter and oreos and tomato sandwhiches when I was younger.<br />7. I hate that "dance like nobody is watching" quote, but I do random things when I think I am alone. Many people have caught me singing (off key), dancing or skipping.<br />8. I talk to myself. Yes, that made me sound crazy, but thats the worst part. I ask my self questions (out loud) and respond to myself (out loud). I grew up as an old child, so I never had a play date buddy. I never made an imaginary friends because I would play with myself. As a young adult, I think talking to myself helps me organize things as well.<br />9. I wear the same pair of jeans at least a week, if not more.<br />10. When I was 10 years old, I got a minor case of pink eye. My mom wiped my eye and the pink eye dissappeared. For some reason, I thought it would be cool to have pink eyes instead of boring white eyes. I got the rag and rubbed on my eyes and went to school. My teacher saw my pink eye and sent me to the nurse. The nurse called my parents and I was rushed to the optometrist. Turns out, the pink eye really damaged my eyes and I had to get glasses. My vision gets worse every year after that day in 5th grade.<br />11. I envy people who know what they want in life. I envy people who have a care-free existence. I hate the fact that I'm in the middle.<br />12. Yeah, I talk shit about her, but she has a soft spot in my hear. I'm not obssess like other people (e.g., pop tarts & flamers), but I like <span style="font-weight: bold;">some</span> of Britney Spears' songs.<br />13. I like the smell of cigarrettes.<br />14.</span></span></span><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">According to some people</span></span></span><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, I have convesations with myself (or someone) when I'm asleep.<br />15.I never applied for Financial Aid. Example of how lazy I can be.</span></span></span></blockquote><font><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Kristin on my writing days,<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Let the thoughts flow from your dripping pen tip!"</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113051311524492154?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130431513705454122005-10-27T05:20:00.000-05:002005-10-27T12:05:34.366-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.chron.com/content/news/photos/05/10/27/front_backe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.chron.com/content/news/photos/05/10/27/front_backe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Houston Astros lost the World Series to the Chicago White Sox. I can't say that I'm not dissapointed (whoa, double-negative), but at least the 'Stros gave it their all. It was fun while it lasted, but there is always next year.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> At least we got to the world series with out Carlos "I-need-all-money-in-the-world-so-I-left-Houston" Beltran.<br /><br />OK, time for some quick facts.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Houston Astros were founded in 1962, but as the Colt .45s. In 1965, the name of the franchise was changed to the Houston Astros</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is the first time the Astros have ever been to the World Series and its the first time the World Series ever made it to the Lonestar State</span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last time the Chicago White Sox won a World Series was 1917<br /></span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last time the Chicago White Sox made it to the World Series was 1919</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The White Sox <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Sox#.22Say_it_Ain.27t_So.2C_Joe.21.22"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">conspired</span> </a>to<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span></span></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >purposefully throw the series (1919)</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Houston, given its huge size, doesn't <a href="http://www.globalideasbank.org/site/bank/idea.php?ideaId=4387"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">stink</span></a> like Chicago</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Houstonians have manners, unlike their Chicago counterparts that <a href="http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/sports/3413703"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">slap people and run away</span></a>.</span></li> </ul> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >At least we can now say that Houston has a hell of a baseball team. Hopefully now people can now see Houston for whats is worth, a great city to live in.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> GO 'STROS</span> (not Astros, but 'Stros! Houstonians need to say it like that danmit!)<br /><br />I leave you with some manly-loving post World Series victory. Leave to the Latinos to be freaky in public.[via <a href="http://www.deadspin.com/sports/baseball/your-world-champion-chicago-white-sox-133512.php"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">deadspin</span></a>]</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/guillenkiss_1.jpg"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/guillenkiss_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I loathe Chicago." </span>-- fauz's AIM profile</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113043151370545412?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130386593725309822005-10-26T23:09:00.000-05:002005-10-26T23:48:39.213-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What happend last night? Oy, I am starting to agree that there is a conspiracy against Houston and the 'Stros. Hopefully, we will make some sort of dent on the Whie Sox armor. This is wishful thinking, but I'm having an optimistic day. Oh wait, the Sox just won. Fucking-eh! Well, there is always next year. At least I got an official World Series Pennet from the <a href="http://www.ballparks.com/baseball/national/bpkaus.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Juicebox</span></a>!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/proprop2letter02112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/proprop2letter02112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Election day is drawing closer and closer and you know what that means; crazies are coming! I swear, some wingnuts are going to fight too & nail to be able to spread hate. I'm not talking about the KKK crooks, but rather the people who are spreading flyers to tell Texans that greedy gays can only raise goldfish, not children. Hopefully (again with the wishful thinking), Texans will vote No on Prop. 2 on November 8. [via <a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/towleroad/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Towleroad</span></a>]<br /><br />Speaking about gay rights, Sheryl Swoopes from our Houston Comets has <a href="http://www.outsports.com/women/20051026sherylswoopes.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">come out</span></a> of the closet. Swoopes is a brave woman for coming out. Hopefully she won't be shunned from her teammates and other players in the WNBA.<br /><br />Now for mindless time wasting.<br /><br /></span></span> <ol> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My brother likes him, but this is just one more reason why L.A. is creepy. <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-characters25oct25,0,5904112.story?coll=la-home-headlines"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Elmo wants to attack!</span></a></span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If I was a bio nerd, I would so be <a href="http://kimberlychapman.com/crafts/knit-gallery.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">knitting this</span></a> this in my Orgo. Chem class.</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Know Triumph the Insult Comic </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dog? Meet<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <a href="http://www.houstonpress.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Houston's fucked up sock puppet</span></a></span>.</span></span></li> </ol> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />"I hate seeing so much duplicity in people today." -- Bisexual man</span> [I hope y'all get it]</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113038659372530982?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1130287521079068432005-10-25T18:45:00.000-05:002005-10-25T19:45:21.233-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boingboing.net/images/rosa_parks_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.boingboing.net/images/rosa_parks_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As another day ends, another live passes from this world. Rosa </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Parks <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/25/national/25parks.html?hp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">died</span></a> at the age of 92. This may so sound disrespecful, but </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I never believed the story that Parks was a brazen woman that said "No" to </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a white man. Deep down, I always believed that Parks was just a tired woman and didn't mean to make a big scene, she just wanted to rest her feet. Either case, I am glad that there were (hopefully are still) people that had the audacity to stand up for a blantant obvious disregard for equal rights. Parks was defintely a lady to look up to. I can't believe this is the same lady that <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/LAW/12/08/scotus.parks.ap/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sued</span></a> Outkast and the case went to the US Supreme Court.<br /><br /><br />On other news, here is another example that I believe shows that some Christians are trying to go mainstream; the <a href="http://www.devoted1.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">iBelieve</span></a><br /><br />With Apple in the new with a <a href="http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/business/3413023"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">lawsuit over the iPod Nano</span></a>, I want to show y'all what I want for Chrsitmas. Introducing, <a href="http://www.etchamac.com/powerbook.php"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">etched</span></a> Powerbooks and iPods.<br /><br />In the politik stage, those crazy kids are at it again. Turns out that a woman in Tuscon was <a href="http://www.azstarnet.com/dailystar/dailystar/99156.php"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">denied the morning after pill</span></a> after a rape case because the pharamacist had "moral and religious objections." Um, I thought the Reps. were OK with abortion if it involved rape? Or perhaps, the girl was asking for it, huh? Rumors are flying around [via <a href="http://www.pinkdome.com"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Pin</span></a></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://www.pinkdome.com"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">kDome</span></a>] that<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <a href="http://www.thewashingtonnote.com/archives/001031.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">indictements</span></a> </span>are going to be handed down tomorrow involving the CIA Leak. Could the "I-word" follow soon after? For you ATX kids, the <a href="http://www.kxan.com/Global/story.asp?S=4020533&nav=0s3d"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">KKK is coming</span></a> to town. I'm really shocked by the fact that there are still people that have that mind set. I did some reading on the KKK a couple of years ago, but I still remember their way of manipulating Chrstianity and God to push forward and validate their ideals. Turns that they dont hate black people, they just see interracial marriage as going agasint God's law. According to them, by keeping white and black folk apart, we are ensuring that there is diversity in the world and that God's rainbow isn't mutilated. Interracial marriage will lead the world to a monoracial society where there is no race lines, but only one color. If that occurs, then God's rainbow is mutilated, our uniqueness dissapears and the Devil wins. WTF?<br /><br />On another note, school is becoming more of a bitch on wheels. Right now, I am a double-majoring in Journalism and Creative Writing. One of the courses that I am taking is a "Writing for Print and Digital Media". I am doing really well in that course and my first actual story turned out pretty decent. While I was writing that story, I had to become a real ass, I had to blunt and force people to answer the questions that I was asking. When people hedge around the edge, I go back and make them answer questions.I knocked on doors, made phone calls, did research and pressed the button on stuff that was taboo. I'll admit, getting the answers about taboo subjects was a hell of a high. But in the end, I realized that I can't be a total ass for the rest of my life. This is what my instructor said, "Christian, you are one smart kid. You are asking the right questions and you are on top of your story.I am sure that you succeed in this career. However, you are easily attached to people. That might come back and bite you in the ass one of these days."<br /><br />I am confused! Ugh, I hate having this sense of uncertaintity about my future. Thinking about keeping the CW as a major and minoring in Polital Science. Who knows? According to some career thing,I will be good at interior design. I think it was bias because of the whole gay thing. hahaha!<br /><br />Alright, I am going to leave you with a quote from a kickass gal and a <a href="http://www.boardsmag.com/screeningroom/commercials/1740/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">funny ad</span></a>. Enjoy and Go 'Stros!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Dude, I am going to be single again! Where am I going to get some ass?"</span> -- Kickass gal<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-113028752107906843?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129958157288337012005-10-22T00:40:00.000-05:002005-10-23T12:21:10.326-05:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Earlier this week I took a personality-analysis test to see what career would be the best match for my personality. I know I shouldn't put so much stock in those type of exams, but I was just curious to find out what I <span style="font-style: italic;">should </span>be doing</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > with my life. The exam said that I would be good in Marketing, Corporate Communication and Information System Technology. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Whoa! </span>How the fuck did I get those three as "suggested career paths". Those three are a universe away from Creative Writing and Advertisement (well, I won't bitch about Marketing). I really can't see myself in a 9-5, thin black tie, coffee rings on desk, cubicle hell. I'm not saying anything bad about those type of jobs, I just believe that the cubicle world is not for me. The exam said that I should "do well" in those type of feels; the question that I have is, am I going to do well in the career path that I choose? I know you have to love what you do to be successful, but if you don't have the technical skills to succeed, why bother even trying? Needless to say, I was feeling pretty down this week. Even with the 'stros heading to the World Series (fuck yeah!), it seemed that I was wasting my time in those Writing courses.<br /><br />On Thursday, I ran into an old classmate on campus. We caught up, shared stories about crazy people and hot teachers. Good times to catch up with old people. While sharing one of those awkward silent moments where the tension is thick and you can hear the buzz of a fly, he randomly blurted out, "You've changed my life!". Again, whoa!</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>"The best stories don't focus on some theme. They zero-in on one moment, one specific moment where so many things occur in that split second moment" --- Casey Fleming, UH Creative Writing Grad Student and hot tamale!</blockquote><br />Last year I wrote a story on the day that I laughed at my uncle's funeral. Yes, I know it sounds cold, disrespectful and heartless, but I had a good reason for laughing.<br /><br />Here is a brief synopsis:</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote>My uncle died of a heart attack -- on the toilet. It came unexpected, so you would think that the family would be mourning his death non stop. Since my uncle was the black sheep , always doing things that went against the grain; my family didn't really mourn his death. At his wake, there was only plastic emotions, bad macaroni dishes and dry, stern faces. My uncle was one of the few people that gave me a sense of belonging in this fake, plastic family. At the burial site, my cousin informed me that he died of a heart attack -- on the toilet. "At least he didn't shit his pants." my cousin said. I laughed at the same moment when they were lowering the casket and piling dirt on his new home. I realized that as long as I'm true to myself, true to my emotion and heart; everything will be alright.</blockquote>My old classmate informed that because of my story,my sharing of personal and intimate moment; he became more</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > "real". He told me that he no longer cares what other people think of him, what other people might say or snicker behind his back. He is now true to himself. I'll admit, I almost cried, but I "man-up" in front of him. That moment really made me excited, thrilled and scared at the same moment. Did I really make an impact on him? Do I have the ability to share these stories with people? Can I really make a dent in people lives? Am I being true to myself right now? I don't know many answers, but I am so scared and nervous -- I hope those feelings never goes away.<br /><br />From now on, I am going to end each post with a cartoon and/or a random quote/moment. Tonight, it will be both!<br /><br /></span><font><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://austinhavican.com/holemoles/similaryetopposingassumptio.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://austinhavican.com/holemoles/similaryetopposingassumptio.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Prof. Keith Houk in my Media & Society course: "Many of you don't know this, but the rumors are true. Yes, back in the day we could <span style="font-style: italic;">actually </span>watch music videos on freakin' MTV. Today, its all about reality shows such as Road Rules, that</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > Sweet 16 crap, Real World and that trashy Laguna Beach. It is all FAKE! People, not all of your friends are that good looking. If you only have good looking friends, don't be so shallow! Go out and make ugly friends."<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112995815728833701?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129903204549301272005-10-21T08:00:00.000-05:002005-10-21T09:02:34.083-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chunky.com/images/chunky_southwest_cans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chunky.com/images/chunky_southwest_cans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The name of the came is <a href="http://www.chunky.com/clickforcansvote.aspx"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Click for Cans</span></a>. Basically, Campbell Chunky soup has a charity program to raise food. Basically, you click for your favorite NFL team (click for the Texans, gotta rep. Houston!) and in the end, the team that has the most clicks will recieve a food donation from Campbell Chunky Soup. There is also a prize for the team that has the most improvement. Go kids and click for cans.</span></span><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112990320454930127?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129854012105375712005-10-20T19:12:00.000-05:002005-10-20T19:20:12.113-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ewwwww, creepy guy! But hey, still is a step closer for homeslice to go down.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/delaymugshot-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/delaymugshot-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112985401210537571?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129778123341428242005-10-19T18:30:00.000-05:002005-10-19T22:22:13.116-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/0805830081.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/0805830081.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Oy, school is becoming so much of a drag. Y</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >ou would think that once Midterms</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > are over with, there would be a sense of peace coming all over you. Sadly, I was wrong about this. I am doing fine in my classes (I hope the rest of the college crew is doing well too), but Communication Theory is becoming a real bitch. We took our first exam about two weeks ago and yes, I failed miserably. I've never gotten such a low 'F' on an exam in my entire life. Talk about a blow to the ego. I have decided if I am going to drop the course this semester, but I have to take this course one of these days. I hate those courses that you have to take because they are needed for your degree. I want to be a writer, why do I need to know what the 'Triangle of Meaning" is used for. Oh well...you have to</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ticalc.org/archives/files/ss/724/72465.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ticalc.org/archives/files/ss/724/72465.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Do any of you still have those TI-83 Graphing Calculators. I remember that instead of listening to Couvi or Foox, I would be playing Freefall (is that the ball game?) in class. Now, kids can the option of playing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a href="http://www.ticalc.org/archives/files/fileinfo/377/37729.html">Dance Dance Revolution</a>,</span> because you know, dancing with out a machine is stupid. I think it would be funny to see kids move around the arrow keys to be in step.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > do things in life that you don't want to, huh?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />I really get annoyed when people say that <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a href="http://www.thesimpsons.com/">The Simpsons</a> </span>is a stupid TV show. People,<span style="font-style: italic;"> The Simpsons </span>is a very well written, satirical show that has a tremendous impact on our pop culture. C'mon because of The Simpsons, Homer's infamous catch phrase, D'oh!, is now part of the English language. Wikipedia has come out with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Made-up_words_in_The_Simpsons"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">list of words</span></a> that <span style="font-style: italic;">The Simpsons</span> have created and have made their way into the English language. My favorite is the "double-bacon genius burger" from when Homer steals Christmas á la Grinch.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"You're a Hero, Homer J. You're as crafty as a skunk! They'll thank you in the morning, for stealing Flanders' junk, Homer JAAAY! You're a </span><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">double-bacon geniusburger</b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, and just a little drunk!"<br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On a more intellectual note, anyone happy that there was a <a href="http://www.wjla.com/news/stories/1005/270094.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">warrant issued</span></a> for Tom DeLay? This is all probably formal routine, but just the image of DeLay getting inked is too sweet to ignore.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />The 'stros are playing tonight, so I am off to see their (hopefully winning) game. I leave you with two hilarious cartoons[<a href="http://www.holemoles.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">via holemoles</span></a>] that made me smile this week. Go 'Stros!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/holemoles.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/holemoles.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/addtoenemylist2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/addtoenemylist.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112977812334142824?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129084532630303442005-10-11T19:08:00.000-05:002005-10-11T22:06:55.006-05:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Today is <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://hrc.org/Content/NavigationMenu/Coming_Out/Get_Informed4/National_Coming_Out_Day/History/A_History.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold;">National Coming Out Day!</span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span>Congrats to anyone to has taking this bold step. Hopefully, the majority of people will not ostracize anyone who takes this bold step in coming out with their sexuality. The times are changin' though, a <a href="http://www.helem.net/barra.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Lebanese Magazine</span></a> is the first GLBT magazine in the Arab world. Same magazine is also opeing the first <a href="http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=1&amp;article_id=19179"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">forum for gays</span></a> in the Muslim-majority world.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/sargentcartoon1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/sargentcartoon.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >But unfortunately, we are still living in the world where there are bigots and wingnuts running around. I hope that all of my Texas readers are registered to vote in Novemeber's election. Its mostly local and state positions that are on the ballot, but as many of you know, Proposition 2(one man, one woman, one donkey act) is on the ballot. This amendment to the Texas Constitution would outlaw (again) same-sex marriage.<br /></span><br /><blockquote>"The constitutional amendment providing that marriage in this state consists only of the union of one man and one woman and prohibiting this state or a political subdivision of this state from creating or recognizing any legal status identical or similar to marriage." [<a href="http://www.sos.state.tx.us/elections/voter/2005novconsamend.shtml"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >via TX Sec. of State</span></a>]</blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Same-sex marraige is already illegal here in Texas, so isn't adding this provision to our state constitution redundant</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and unncessary? I know I live in the epicenter of Bush Country, but I would hope (possibly blind hope) that Texans would oppose the adding of bigotry and hate in the state constituion. I am so pleased to see that the <span style="font-style: italic;">liberal</span> cities here in Texas are stepping up and asking people to vote <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO on Prop. 2</span>. Kudos to the <a href="http://www.chron.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Houston Chronicle</span></a> for being the first <a href="http://www.nononsenseinnovember.com/905/index2.php"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Texas paper to oppose Prop. 2</span></a>.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/mattlanter1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://towleroad.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/mattlanter1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On lighter note, has anyone seen ABC's new show, <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/commanderinchief/articles/"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Commander-in-Chief</span></a>? I usually don't have enough time to watch TV, but I actually make time to sit down for a hour and watch this show. Well, Geena Davis stars in this show as the leader of the free world/mom/cool independent politician. Rumors that there might be a <a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/towleroad/2005/10/a_gay_in_the_wh.html#comment-10237099"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">gay in the White House</span></a>. None other than the president's own son. Yeah, I i think he is cute, but I find two things really funny; that he is probably a late twenty-something and is playing a teenager and</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I don't think he can act that well. I guess a pretty face gets you on top, huh?<br /><br />Another thing, over the weekend the new <a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/7242_1516077,00180007.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Mr. Gay International</span></a> was crowned (news worthy, huh?). I was informed by my mom when we were driving to have lunch in Montrose. Funny quote, "Wow, rock climbing, poetry reading and greased up bodies, gay men are so versatile. Isn't that some sort of sexual term among them?" Yeah, I almost crashed the car laughing (and a bit shocked) by her saying that.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112908453263030344?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1129081601580803032005-10-11T16:29:00.000-05:002005-10-11T22:09:02.523-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/Many_faces_of_Stewie1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/Many_faces_of_Stewie.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />Love Family Guy? Love to laugh at the most random quotes from characters, especially from Stewie? Enjoying hearing rants such as:<br /><blockquote><br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stewie: "What are these? Pancakes? Oh oh, these are delectable. Good news Flappy, I've decided not to kill you!"</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stewie after eating a fig newton: "OH GOD THERE'S AN ORGY IN MY MOUTH!!!!!"</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stewie: "That's right Mr. Giraffe, get all the marmalade." </span></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and my favorite....</span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ></span><blockquote><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Stewie (to Jeremy, the babysitter's boyfriend):<br />"Ha! I got your hat! Take that, hatless! Now go back to the quad and resume your hackey sac tourney! I'm not gonna lay down for some frat boy bastard with his damn Teva sandals and his Skoal Bandits and his Abercrombie and Fitch long sleeved, open stitched, crew neck Henley smoking his sticky buds out of a soda can while watching his favorite downloaded Simpsons episodes every night! Yes, we all love "Mr. Plow"! Oh, you've got the song memorized, do you? SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE! That is exactly the kind of idiot you see at Taco Bell at 1 in the morning! The guy who just whiffed his way down the bar skank ladder!"</span><br /></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now you can have fun and hear<a href="http://www.stewielive.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Stewie Live!</span></a> Hear him respond to anything that you say! My personal favorite, "Eat Shit". Have fun kids!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112908160158080303?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1128910394199147272005-10-09T18:03:00.000-05:002005-10-09T22:07:44.050-05:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >To all my readers, I apologize for the recent hiatus. The pleasures of school work were in between me and updating this thing. First thing all of you might notice is the change of heading to tequilla after ice cream from hispanic impressions. When I started off this blog, I wanted</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > to write about things from a hispanic viewpoint. Recently, a friend of mine pointed out that this blog isn't really about hispanic issues, but rather "random things that happend in [my] life that are some form of entertai</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >nment for others, like drinking tequilla after ice cream. Its just so random that its hilarious." Drinking tequilla after ice cream is thing that I do enjoy alot. All of you should try it at least once kids.<br /><br />Now its time for random findings that should be shared with the world. Yay!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/smurfs2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/smurfs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/plantwitheyes1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/plantwitheyes1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.canada.com/ottawa/ottawacitizen/news/story.html?id=b0b5606b-bbdf-4c50-aa6a-edd905da290b"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">UNICEF</span></a> made a <a href="http://movies.crooksandliars.com/N_051004_unicef_oorlogskinderen-20051004-132858-HB.mov"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">s</span></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://movies.crooksandliars.com/N_051004_unicef_oorlogskinderen-20051004-132858-HB.mov"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">lide movie</span></a> of a war torn Smurf Land.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.1st-ave-machine.com/video/anime_final.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Crazy plant movie</span></a>. This is trippy if you are high while watching </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >this.<br /><br />Digging the new Strokes single, <a href="http://www.bwlng.com/mp3/Juicebox%201.mp3"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Juicebox</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is going to be another hectic week. I swear, writing is becoming a drag now. Perhaps, I shouldn't wait to do all my assigned writing until the nighe before<br />its due? Well, I am a college student, isn't procrastination part of some sort of<br />unspoken agreement? That is all for now, but I'll be good kids and update this more often.<br /><br />P.S. Who won tonight? Who??? "Stros did! Take that you Atlanta bitches!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112891039419914727?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1128036077816096522005-09-29T18:06:00.000-05:002005-09-29T18:21:17.916-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/alias011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/alias011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Guess what -- tonight is the <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/alias/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Alias</span></a> season premire on ABC. Finally, one of my favorite shows returns for the fall season. Yes, I know that last season was craptacular, compared to the first two seasons at least, but I am still excited about this season (especially after the <a href="http://www.neloo.com/alias/epguide/ep88.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">last-minute revelation</span></a> from last season)<br /><br />Yay for good tv!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112803607781609652?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1127946555263646642005-09-28T17:22:00.000-05:002005-09-28T17:33:12.350-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/Tom-Delay-Statement-indicted4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/Tom-Delay-Statement-indicted1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tom DeLay has been <a href="ttp://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/delay_dc;_ylt=AhkqHhYEedQV03XiCFIDB1ZsaMYA;_ylu=X3oDMTA5bGVna3NhBHNlYwNzc3JlbA--"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">indicted</span></a> by a Travis County grand jury here in Texas. All I can say is...</span><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span> <blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Which ol' witch?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >The Wicked Witch!!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is Dead!</span></span></blockquote> </div> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112794655526364664?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1127927843572804042005-09-28T11:55:00.000-05:002005-09-28T12:21:15.713-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/heftyfine-newsflash1.jpg"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/heftyfine-newsflash1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just bought <a href="http://www.bloodhoundgang.com"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Bloodhound Gang</span></a>'s new cd, <a href="ttp://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000AJJNPO/qid=1127928001/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-8420129-3695854?v=glance&s=music&amp;n=507846"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Hefty Fine</span></a>, and I just love it! Its been about five years since their last cd and their unforgettable single, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bad Touch</span> (Discovery Channel Song), but it was well worth the wait for this cd. And of course, with every Bloodhound Gang cd, this one is fulled with sexual innuendos and stuff that momma shouldn't hear.<br /><br />I especially love the first single on this cd, <span style="font-style: italic;">Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo</span>. I know it has a wierd title, but if you abbreviate it, you will get the entire song. Go ahed, abberviate it I say.<br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >F</span>oxtrot <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >U</span>niform <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >C</span>harlie <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >K</span>ilo</span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by Bloodhound Gang</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Vulcanize the whoopee stick</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In the ham wallet</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cattle prod the oyster ditch</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With the lap rocket</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Batter dip the cranny ax</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In the gut locker</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Retrofit the pudding hatch</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ooh la la</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With the boink swatter</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't wanna beat around the bush</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Marinate the nether rod</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In the squish mitten</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Power drill the yippee bog</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With the dude piston</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Pressure wash the quiver bone</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In the bitch wrinkle</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cannonball the fiddle cove</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ooh la la</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With the pork steeple</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't wanna beat around the bush</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Put the you know what in the you know where</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Put the you know what in the you know where</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Put the you know what in the you know where</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Put the you know what in the you know where pronto<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> </span></span> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Love the smell of sexual innuendos in the morning!</span></span><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112792784357280404?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1127770750629965842005-09-26T18:50:00.000-05:002005-09-26T23:11:03.443-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today marks the beginning of <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/26/books/26book.html?adxnnl=1&adxnnlx=1127794261-wRYjWGzP4Ry4GdKCm9pyfA"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Banned Books Week</span></a> (Sept. 29 - Oct. 1). I cant belive that in the 21st Century, we still have the problem of censorship and banning books for "questionable contents". It just a load full of crap I think. Have you noticed how they always ban the good books that can actually change the paradigm of a young person. For example, here is are some of the few entires for the most banned books form 1990-2000:</span></span><br /><ul style="font-family:lucida grande;"> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/web_kidsposter3.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/web_kidsposter1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Giver by Lois Lowry</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Color Purple by Alice Walker</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Go Ask Alice by Anonymous</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Blubber by Judy Blume</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Beloved by Toni Morrison</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Brave New World by Aldous Huxley</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cujo by Stephen King</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lord of the Flies by William Golding</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Carrie by Stephen King</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Dead Zone by Stephen King</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison</span></li> <li style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwel<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky</span><br /> </span></li> </ul> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I've read alot of these books and some of them are the best pieces of literature ever written. You would think that with that in this age of enlightenment people would be mindful of the First Amendment and all of its glory. As the ALA says, (We need to </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >celebrate) "freedom to choose or the freedom to express one’s opinion even if that opinion might be considered unorthodox or unpopular <i>and</i> stresses the importance of ensuring the availability of those unorthodox or unpopular viewpoints to all who wish to read them. After all, intellectual freedom can exist only where these two essential conditions are met."<br /><br />[via <a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/towleroad/2005/09/_tobias_schneeb.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Towleroad</span></a>]<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112777075062996584?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1127405856384791292005-09-22T11:10:00.000-05:002005-09-26T15:40:03.410-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/map.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/map.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Well..its 11:10am on 9/22/05. My family and I are about to leave to West Texas. San Antonio most likely, but current reports are about 10+ hours to arrive to San Antonio. This is honestly so surreal and yet kinda exciting? Perhaps its all that caffeine and candy that is flowing in my system. I'm allright right now -- so far, but this might be the only post I will be able to do until Sunday or so. Well, I'm out guys. 832-495-1210 is my cell, yes I know it stupid to post my number online, but hey...at least I can talk to a crazy when I'm driving 10mph on I-10 Westbound to San Antonio. God bless everyone who is braving here in Houston or is on their way to outskirts of Texas. Lata' Guys!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112740585638479129?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1126882899562045512005-09-16T09:52:00.000-05:002005-09-16T19:56:22.383-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sorry that I have been neglecting my blog this week, there has been too much texbook reading going on this week. It has been a pretty bland week, except of course for my <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">great</span> Tuesday night.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/weezer-muppet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/weezer-muppet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />One of the most important things that everyone must understand about me is that I am a lucky</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> person. Don't take it with the positve connatation -- I meant good and band luck. Last Sunday night, I was caller number 10 to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thebuzz.com"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">94.5 The Buzz</span></a> and won a pair of tickets to see <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.weezer.com"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Weezer</span></a> and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.foofighters.com"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Foo</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Figthers</span></a></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After laughing hysterically, exchanging information and the occasional cuss word, I had secured my</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> tickets. Finally Tuesday night came and Vanessa and I made our way to the Woodlands. Amazingly enough, we survived out two-hour journey to the Woodlands. Barely in the nick of time, Vanessa and I entered the gates to the Woodlands Pavillion with</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> our fellow Weezer and Foo Fighters friends. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Here is a photo from Tuesday's concert.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/weezerhouston4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/weezerhouston4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<br />The show started off pretty slowly, Weezer were playing their "non-popular" songs. Finally, after</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> four songs the show became amazing! It started off with the Brian Bell singing "Why Bother?". How</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> can you not love that song with lyrics that say,</span></span><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Why bother?</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Its gonna hurt me</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its gonna kill and you deserve me</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />This happen to me twice before</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">It won't happen to me anymore!</span></span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are a few photos of Vaness and I in our concert gear!</span></span><a onblur="try 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Weezer kept throwing out hit after hit after hit to the roaring crowd. Vanessa was never a Weezer fan, she was more excited about Foo Fighters. In the end of the show, even her, a non-Weezer fan, was impressed about the level of performance of that show. No matter what people say about new album, no matter the whispers of Weezer selling out or the rumors that the band is going to break up; a true fan will stick by their band. Besides that, I think this was a </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >great</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > show.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112688289956204551?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1126223846122183542005-09-08T18:17:00.000-05:002005-09-08T18:57:28.500-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uh.edu/campus_map/photos/crwc_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.uh.edu/campus_map/photos/crwc_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is just one of those annoyances that I see daily. In front of the <a href="http://www.uh.edu/campus_map/buildings/CRWC.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Campus Recreation and Wellness Center </span></a>there is this danm stop sign. Honestly, the campus if full of young drivers, who in general don't stop all the way when they approach the stop sign. I mean, you see the 'slower-downers', the 'quick stop and gas ones' and then the jackasses who just zip by and hope they don't hit anything.<br /><br />My question is - shouldn't they have put a stop <span style="font-weight: bold;">light</span> instead of stop sign? If a stop light was in front of the Rec, wouldn't it be better able to control traffic, reduce the risk of a student getting run over and hopefully reducing student jaywalking? Unfortunately, I do not make the rules since I am not king of the universe - yet.<br /><br />P.S. Sorry for yesterday's long post. I just had a lot of things to say and I didn't know where to stop.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112622384612218354?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1126112039638457902005-09-07T11:45:00.000-05:002005-09-08T21:49:48.333-05:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >High School was just one of those awkward phase that I am glad have gone away. I was an awkward teenager(at least I thought so) in this huge school. If it wasnt for my friends though, if it wasn't for the sense of community, if it wasn't for some of the great teachers and personnel that I met there; who knows what would have happend to me. I don't think I'll be dead on some streat corner, but I think I would have suffered more I didn't have my friends at Bellaire High.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Sometimes I wonder wheather Bellaire High was your archetypal, MTV generation high school. Then again, I think Bellaire was just in some other spectrum of high schools. Everyone in the Houston area knows about Bellaire in some form. It could be the positive side of Bellaire such as its juggernaut of our Baseball team, our creative Yearbook(woop!), Choir, the Debate team and our just dominant leader when it comes to academics in the Houston Independent School District. You could have also heard about the bruise spots on Bellaire such as the 4.0/5.0 "GPA Game"(which I think every AP kid played one way or another), Harry Huang and his comments on a certain ethnic group, some teachers and their personal relationships with students, the sterotype image that everyone who went to Bellaire was either Jewish or a pseudo-Jew. Yes, I still get those awkward looks when I tell them I went to Bellaire and I'm not white or a stuck-up preppie kid. But besides all of these negative images, besides the cut throat compettion for tha extra point, besides the stuck-up preps, besides the pathetic drama in the hallways, besides the duplicity of people(including teachers); I am still glad that I went to Bellaire and had my friends with me.</span><br /><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Not everyone was lucky enough to attend a school that made me better prepare for college, that teased me with an image of the adult world, that made me find longtime friends and introduced me some people that made a huge impact on my life, my paradigm and the way my future will become. I don't want to paint a rosy image of Bellaire, I am glad I no longer go there, but I am glad that I did attend that school.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have a teacher friend, Dulce, who teaches English at Elsik High in the Alief School District. She invited me over so I can observe her in action and how she tries to push the importance of <em>The Great Gatsby</em> to gang members.I've heard the stories of the dominant gang presence, the interstudent violence, the large student body(Sophomore-Seniors only) that push through every nook and cranny of space. I just thought it was just an exaggeration of people, probably just a bad steroytype that made its way to the public's ears. This is what I saw.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I arrive at Elsik, checking in the Main Office and following protocal. I thought I would just have to show my ID,sign and wear those neon green stickers that label me a visitor. Turns out that people(probably just former students and young adults) cannot "visit a student, staff or faculty member inside Elsik High". I was told that his was a "necessary precaution for the safety of the school". Luckily, another teacher that I knew, Patrick, saved me from getting kicked out and got me into the school so I could visit Dulce.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >As Pat and I make our way to Dulce's classroom, walking down that spotless and slippery marble lane, we cross a corner up to the stairs when we catch a boy and girl in an "private" moment. The girl rises from her knees, taking her bleached-yellowish brown hair out of her thick, white covered rosy lips. She tries to hurry past us, her Virgin Mary, Jesus and what other saints she has in neckclace form, but Pat manages to grab her and the <em>cholo</em> is still trying to zip up his saggy jeans. I venture off to find Dulce's classroom as Pat deals with the situation. I was later informed that there is prostitution/intiation ring between the female and male gang members.Here are the prices if anyone is interested. </span></p><blockquote><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Hand Job: $5<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Oral Sex (w/out 'swallowing'): $10<br /> Oral Sex (w/'swallowing'): $20<br /> Anal Sex: $75<br /> Vaginal Sex: $100<span style="font-size:0;"> </span></span></span></blockquote><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I finally arrive at Dulce's classroom. Filled with mostly Latino immigrants, probably 1st generation Americans. I sit in the background, trying to avoid the looks from the guys. I obviously stick out, I am the only Latino that is wearing a Red Polo shirt, with khaki shorts and glasses on my face. It was during the middle of the class and Dulce presses people about <em>Gatsby</em>. Most are silent, only the few and distinguish speak, all of which are non-Latino. There is the background distraction: paper airplanes, 'SLAM' books, glitter pens, getting phone numbers, comparing Jordans and the occasional burts of "FUCK!" and "SHIT!" and "PENIS", followed by the muffled giggle. </span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Many of you do not know Dulce, but here are a couple things you should know. She is very blunt, honest and doesn't take crap from most people. Dulce is finally annoyed and tells her class why they are being a disturbance. She goes on this speech on how they should value a free education, the oppurtunity, a way of escaping their fates at McDonalds if they chose to follow their paths. In the background, a scrawny Mexican with a small moustache says, "Miess, why yo' sooo mean to us?" in that accent that Cheech &amp; Chong mimic so well. Dulce's response, "Because I dont want to see more Latinos working in that stupid McDonalds. Now, does anyone know a theme in <em>The Great Gatsby</em>?"</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Life is a bitch and then you fucking die",shot across from the other side of the classroom. Classs ended.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112611203963845790?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1125901123634320582005-09-04T23:50:00.000-05:002005-09-05T01:43:03.380-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am finally, <span style="font-weight: bold;">FINALLY</span> 19 years old! It's about time that I catch up with you guys. No longer am I that 18 year old who is anxious most of the time. NO! I am 19! Hear me roar!<br /><br />After that nice empowerment introduction, I must share my birthday celebrations with ya'll. It was pretty calmed up until Friday and Saturday. On Friday, my family took me out to Donneraki, a great Mexican(yes! Mexican, not Tex-Mex) restaurant. After good food and too many Ritas, I was suddently scared. Out of nowhere, all of these cooks, waiters, hosts and even the manager surronded me and force me down on my seat. They put on this huge <span style="font-style: italic;">mariachi</span> hat and sang <span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Birthday</span> in Spanish for me. After the claps died down and my face was changing into its normal color, I was suddenly pied! More like flanned, but it sound more dramatic when a pie hits you then a piece of flan. Everyone laughed, I was covered in whip cream and eating my flan. You</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> could see everyone's teeth all around the table, except for my baby brother. The sudden array of singing Mexies scarred him and he was now crying. After he calme down and had his bottle, he started saying, "Chistian....patel...nose...". In English, it roughly means, "Christian has cake up his nose". He has been saying those three words over and over again since Friday night. Don't worry, I'll embrass him when he is a teenager.<br /><br />It was just as hectic on Saturday. I was out and about the entire day. Lunch with the god-rents was intresting to say the least. We had lunch at the Cheesecake Factory in the Galleria. Cheesecake Factory just gets better and better each time I go there. During lunch, my godmother commented how everytime she sees me, I am wearing something red. She said that she understands that red is my favorite color, but that I should "open up to a broader selection of hues". Vanessa has said the same thing, that in every picture she has of me and that most of the time she sees me, I am wearing red. After lunch, I was</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "dragged" to clothing stores. I'll be honest, I don't like shopping for clothes. I just find shopping for clothes so tedious. I manged to excuse msyelf everytime she wanted me to try something on. She was a little bit frustrated that I didn't pick out anything out. So, instead of giving a gift certificate to the Apple store, she gave me gift certificates to J. Crew, Armani and Neiman Marcus. To top it all off, she made me an appoinment with her personal shopper at Neiman Marcus. So guys, how am I going to get out of this predicament?<br /><br />Later on that evening, some of my friends threw me a potluck dinner. Yes, a potluck dinner. I am suprised that all of the girls had domestic skills. That might have sounded sexist, but I believe its good for everyone to know how to cook and clean. Who wants to marry a person who doesn't know how to make an omlet or sort clothes before washing? The dinner was basically asian food and lasagna. Great food with great food makes a fantastic evening. Funny scene, all the girls were in the kitchen making dinner and talking while all the guys were in the living room playing 'Time Splitters' and making fun of my gaming skills. Fried tempura, salad with avocados, friend spring rolls with peanut sauce, lasagna, spanish rice, Beef Stir Fry and Texas Garlic Bread, who knew that these girls had a Betty Crocker in them?<br /><br />Question guys, who watches T.V. while they eat dinner witih the family? I don't, dinner at my house is a time to talk. I enjoy having those moments with my parents. Turns out that out of the entire group, I was the only one who ate dinner with the T.V. off.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After eating a great dinner, watching a few classic Simpsons episodes, it was time for the cake. My twenty-four candled, 'gaak' covered cake was a cavity waiting to happend. Props to Jessica for making the cake. Once all of us</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> were stuffed, finished cleaning, played pass the ballon and discussed Hurricane Katrina's aftermath, it was time for some guilty pleasure.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/mparty5_yoshi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/mparty5_yoshi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Two words: Mario Party! Mario Party is the sickest game in the world!</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who doesn't love Mario? </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> doesn't love a party. Put them together and you are in this fantasy sport. Some of the guys and myself started playing the game at around one in the morning and stopped a litle bit after three o'clock. Mario Party is a game is addicitng, but I am suprised that I never became a hardcore gamer. Good innocent fun! Hopefully I will have many more candles to blow out, but along the way, I want to retain my youthful behavior and heart.<br /><br /><br />Note: If I drunk dialed any you this weekend, please forgive me. Understand that I am a champion drunk dialer.!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112590112363432058?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1125553398029092172005-09-01T00:30:00.001-05:002005-09-01T00:44:18.113-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/feliztina4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/feliztina3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112555339802909217?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1125543363378550942005-08-31T21:34:00.000-05:002005-08-31T21:56:03.416-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/Katrina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/Katrina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, I know that we have been bombarded by coverage of Hurricane Katrina. I know that many of you have seen the same woman being lifted by a rescue helicopter hundreds of times. All you now how the Superdome looks like and</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the scenes of looting are now imprinted in your mind's eye. Being a Texan, living on the Gulf Coast and knowing many Cajuns; I am just numb with shock when I see these images. This is not going to be a post about persuading all of you readers to donate or contribute or whatever, in the end, it is up to you. If you do want to help and enjoy music, I suggest <a href="http://www.thebuzz.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">94.5 The Buzz</span></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hurricane Katrina Request-A-Thon</span>. This is just one of the greatest and most creative ideas to raise money. The Buzz, (Houston's New Rock Alternative), will play <span style="font-weight: bold;">any</span> song, but for a certain price. Red Hot Chili Peppers, Zydeco, Neil Diamond, Britney Spears, Local Bands and everything in between will be played. All day long, the world's biggest mix tape has been playing songs here in Houston, all for a great cause. If you are able and financially capable, give as much as you can.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>"If you can help one person, you are helping the whole world"</blockquote> Things will get better, I mean things are always good in the end. My thoughts and prayers are for everyone who has suffered in one way or another from this natural disaster.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112554336337855094?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1125278434496003102005-08-28T19:36:00.000-05:002005-08-28T22:55:37.436-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mostly everyone now is in their first week of school. Yay! I think I am probably the only one that is actually happy in returning back to college. Has everyone had ridiculous amounts of homework in the first week back from vacation? Crazy professors!<br /><br />Just to clafiry(since I've changed my mind many times), I am double majoring in Advertisement and English w/a concentration in Creative Writing. C'mon now, I need to tell the world about my crazy ass stories. So far most of my classes have been all right. Thankfully, the voluptuous Vans is in my Comm Theory class. If it wasn't for her, I would have killed myself by now. I hate it when the professor is this nice and warm person, but teaches a very dull subject.<br /><br />Many of you know that I am a very eccentric person, but I think I am probably the normal one in my American Fiction class. Granted, most of the people there are English majors and they tend to me a little <span style="font-style: italic;">colorful</span>, but I was the only one NOT reading a novel on the first day of class. Is it the latest trend to carry a novella with you everywhere you go. Besides that, I think I am going to enjoy that class. Hopefully, I will do really well this semester and not fuck it up somehow.<br /><br />I have been on top of the world! There has been a perpetual smile on me since Last Friday (aka Green Day concert night!). I am just in <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">love</span> with life! In the past few weeks, I realized who my true friends hours, that power of prayer and how in the darkest of tunnels, there is always still a light at the end of the tunnel. I know that sounded cliché, but they are sometimes necessary.<br /><br />Just to confirm the rumors, the whispers and the subtle thoughts. I know many of heard it from myself, others may have heard it from a mutual friend, but I think its time I should tell it to the general public. *drum roll please* I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">bisexual</span>.I would have rather told people in a private setting, but many of you kids are scattered all over the country. This is just a part of me, just think it as another characteristic [aside from extroverted, loud, klutz, random, etc.]. Luckily, I have not been rejected by any of my friends, but I can't expect such opennesss from everyone. There, I am exposing myself to everyone in this blog entry. Hopefully, none of you who read this blog will start looking at me differently or being shy around me. I am still that extroverted kid who always has a new story to tell. This year is one for the history books. I have never felt such love and care from all of my friends. Enough, this is to sappy for me.<br /><br />I hope all of you kids do really well this year and I wish you much luck. I am going to try and update this thing more often, but I am not making any promises. Later kids!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112527843449600310?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1124338008808382342005-08-17T22:39:00.000-05:002005-08-17T23:30:46.616-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbcbroadcast.com/images/design/big_brother/big_brother_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbcbroadcast.com/images/design/big_brother/big_brother_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have not done many insane and crazy things this summer, perhaps the only time where I was just off the wall was when Star Wars Episode III premiered. I have been a quiet boy all summer then, but the summer is not over. While I was catching up on the blogs that I read, at <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Boing Boing</span></a>, I was directed to a link that just made my day. This wee</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">kend, I want to help out the <a href="http://avantgame.blogspot.com/2005/08/ministry-of-reshelving.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ministry of Reshelving</span></a>.<br /><br />While Dubya spends his weeks in Crawford, others are marching on with their anti-Bush</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Administration rally, such as the members of Camp Casey led by Cindy Sheehan. The Ministry of Reshelving however, they are taking the right against Bush to the local bookshops.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> The Ministry is reshelving George Orwell's book <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">1984</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">(</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Orwell's description of a totalitarian society</span><em style="font-family: verdana;"></em><span style="font-family:verdana;">) from the "Fiction" & "Literature" section the books new (and probably temporary) home, such as "Current Events", "True Crime" or "New-Non Fiction". I personally believe that this is a brilliant and cleverly, mischievous idea that can give a sense of excitement and possibly brighten someone's day. Of course, there are some who believe that this plan is more trouble for the minimum wage workers of B&amp;N. Any thoughts guys?<br /><br />Here is the basic outline of the plan, written by the creator of the Ministry of Reshelving.<br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><strong>How to Serve the Ministry of Reshelving<br /></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. Select a local bookstore to carry out your reshelving activities.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2. Download and print "This book has been relocated by the Ministry of Reshelving" </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">bookmarks</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and "All copies of 1984 have been relocated" </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">notecards</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to take with you to the bookstore. Or make your own. We recommend bringing a notecard and 5-10 bookmarks to each store.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3. Go to the bookstore and locate its copies of George Orwell's 1984. Unless the Ministry of Reshelving has already visited this bookstore, it is probably currently incorrectly classified as "Fiction" or "Literature."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4. Discreetly move all copies of 1984 to a more suitable section, such as "Current Events", "Politics", "History", "True Crime", or "New Non-Fiction."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">5. Insert a Ministry of Reshelving bookmark into each copy of any book you have moved. Leave a notecard in the empty space the books once occupied.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. If you spot other incorrectly classified books, feel free to relocate them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">7. Please report all reshelving efforts to the Ministry. Email your store name, location, # of 1984 copies reshelved, and any other reshelving activities conducted, to reshelving @ avantgame.com.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our goal is to relocate one thousand nine hundred and eighty-four copies, and to complete successful reshelving of 1984 in all 50 United States. Global contributions are welcome.</span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />I smile everytime I read the rules from the Ministry's website. So, the questions is my fellow readers, does anyone want to accompany me to do some creative mischief before classes begin again? Even though this may be just a small dent against the Right, every small dent counts if it you are working against Big Brother.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112433800880838234?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1124334526529298402005-08-17T22:08:00.000-05:002005-08-17T22:11:49.780-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/08/images/050816_gas_theft.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/08/images/050816_gas_theft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/08/0816_050816_gas_theft.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">picture</span></a> </span>is just for kicks! With the rising prices for gas here in Houston, I really wish I could do that with a week's worth of gas. Though, I am happy that I do not drive one of those SUV's, poor suckers! </span><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112433452652929840?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1123710098713352362005-08-10T14:33:00.000-05:002005-08-10T16:44:10.276-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.customtie.com/boxershorts.jpg"><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.customtie.com/boxershorts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This blog needed some light updates, so here is a tribute to undies. Happy <a href="http://www.news-journalonline.com/NewsJournalOnline/Entertainment/Headlines/03SceneCULT01081005.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">National Underwear Day</span></a>. This is just a silly PR holiday, but unless you are in Times Square today, you can see the benefits of celebrating our undergarments. Who doesn't want to see some <a href="http://freshpair.com/underwear_day.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">eye candy</span></a> in the Big Apple? I was at Kinko's earlier today using the fax machine and I saw a guy with his boxer shorts outside out of his jeans. It was a sight, but I don't think the old lady standing next to him appreciated his fashion sense. I leave all of you kids with my favorite Latin phrase, more of a play on Latin words and their English meaning. Enjoy!<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Latin: </span>Semper ubi sub ubi<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Literal English Translation</span>: Always where under where<br /><br /></blockquote>Get it? Eh, at least I think it's funny!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112371009871335236?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1123543468511017142005-08-08T18:23:00.000-05:002005-08-08T18:24:28.520-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friends are suppose to give advice, to give support and possibly comfort to their fellow comrades, but with a comment such as “You are such a paradox”, you have to ask your self whether that comment should be taken as a complement or should you focus on the negative connotation of the remark. I am one of those people where “normality” or “average” is not one of the first words that come to mind when you describe me.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Among friends, I am the ‘rolly poly’, the guy that laughs at PB & J, who has ridiculous nicknames such as “Rainbow” or “Steak”, but during the public scene, I am more like a wallflower, idling by, trying not to draw attention to myself. I am only comfortable around certain people and there is where I let my guard down and reveal my quirky side.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Between my last year of High School and my freshman year in college, I experiment with the carnal pleasures of my youth and tasted the decadence that the nigh air brought to me. About a month ago, I dabbled with a new carnal temptation, unfit was with a complete stranger. I felt violated and used. I became one of the masses that sell their body to strangers at South Beach and Carnaval, prominent clubs in the Houston scene. Even though I explored other bodies, I am still naïve with the weight that sex brings. Every time I fall prey to temptation, I react like a virgin.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">My name is Christian, but I have not felt the presence of God since my days of buckled shoes and combed hair. I never liked the idea that their One Power that is omnipotent, but it is comforting to know that there is One that can comfort in your days of despair.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;">I am too complicated for my own good. I am just a walking paradox. Has anyone ever felt that way, ever felt that they proclaim about being a true and honest person, when in fact you are always contradicting yourself. It is our choices, not our abilities that define us. My actions have lately contradicted my beliefs. In the end, I am just another hypocrite., another fraud that walks on the Earth. Don’t pity me or offer me any comfort, it’s the truth that I have not been as real as I should. The only thing that there is left to do is to admit the mistakes I have made and attempt to become more of a honest person.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112354346851101714?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1123544219489200572005-08-08T03:17:00.000-05:002005-08-08T18:36:59.496-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/08/07/jennings.obit/story.jennings2.obit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/08/07/jennings.obit/story.jennings2.obit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I opened my browser tonight to find some light news to uplift my spirits, I guess that was too much to ask. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/08/08/jennings.essay/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Peter Jennings died </span></a>Sunday in New York Cit</span></span>y. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is sad that the we lost a world famous journalist. He will surely be missed.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112354421948920057?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1122952092559317202005-08-01T22:05:00.000-05:002005-08-01T22:08:12.566-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/feliztina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/feliztina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Just a friendly, one-month reminder. *wink wink, nudge nudge, poke poke*</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112295209255931720?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1122918975999874412005-08-01T10:42:00.000-05:002005-08-01T22:09:24.813-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Inspired by Ryan [<a href="http://ryanaceto.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ryanaceto</span></a>], here is a question I like to pose to my readers. Please answer in the comment area.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"What are the top five most played songs on your computer?"<br /><br /></span>Mine are:<br />1)"La Paga"-Juanes<br />2)"In My Head"-Queens of the Stone Age<br />3)"Can't Stop"-Red Hot Chili Peppers<br />4)"Do You Realize?"-The Flaming Lips<br />5)"Perfect Drug"-Nine Inch Nails<br /><br />Talk about a spectrum of music. From a payback song of a bitch, to lyrics saying, "use my hands for anything, but steering", to a dark melody of an obsession. Yay for a different tastes!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112291897599987441?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1122012972220690982005-07-22T07:16:00.000-05:002005-07-22T01:22:12.420-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/front_bichons3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/front_bichons3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Doesn't it look like the second dog is <span style="font-style: italic;">checking </span>his watch? I actually that these look, dare I say it, <span style="font-style: italic;">cute</span>.Then of course, they look more like stuffed dolls fresh off the presses. Can a dog look that <span style="font-style: italic;">groomed</span>? Well, over this weekend, Reliant Stadium will be the stage for the 8th annual Reliant Park World Series of Dog Shows. The <a href="http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/sports/3277341"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">dog show</span></a> runs until Sunday. Watch where you drive if you're on the 610 Loop this weekend.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" helvetica="" sans="" serif="" arial="" ><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112201297222069098?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1122011452455197222005-07-21T22:53:00.000-05:002005-07-22T01:01:32.723-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lostmultimedia.beyondgrey.com/images/lostposter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lostmultimedia.beyondgrey.com/images/lostposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is summer time, so it's time for catching up on missed episodes of</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> your favorite shows from the fall season. With all the work load and the <span style="font-style: italic;">constant </span>studying in college, I have missed some [if not most] of two shows that I find quiet interesting, <span style="font-style: italic;">Lost</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives</span>. Yes, make fun of me if you will. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know I am following the mainstream crowd with these shows, but both of them are just <span style="font-weight: bold;">great</span>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/desperate_housewives.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/desperate_housewives.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">f any of you happy readers are fans of these shows, here are some</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> promo trailrers for the upcoming fall season. Both of them are pretty, artsy, but the promo shot for <span style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives</span> fits perfectly with the tone of the show.[FYI: there is a Wisteria Lane in Bellare, TX] Enjoy!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/mprieve/.Public/lost.mpg"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Lost</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>promo </a>& <a href="http://www.davidlachapelle.com/videos/desperate.html"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Desperate Housewives</span> promo</a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112201145245519722?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121457667043266542005-07-15T13:51:00.000-05:002005-07-16T10:34:53.446-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/HPhalfbloodprince1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/HPhalfbloodprince.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The anticipation will finally reach its end at 12:01am tonight. <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince </span>will be released to millions of Harry Potter fans all over the world. I am actually slightly excited about the release this weekend. In the beginning, I always believed that the Harry Potter was just some common children's book, that changed when I was tempted by a $5 used copy for the first Harry Potter book. During my Winter Vacation last December, I read all five, currently published Harry Potter books. Tonigh, I will go to a local B & N with some cousins so they can get their copy and enjoy in the 'wizarding festivities'.For those of you who want a <a href="http://www.bloomsbury.com/harrypotter/content.asp?sec=4&amp;sec2=1&unart=yes&amp;artTitle=Back%20Cover%20Copy%20Released"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sneak peek</span></a> at the summary of the latest estallment, Bloomsbury Children's Books released the back cover art work and sumary of the UK Edition of <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</span>.<br /><br />Most people just can't campure in their minds the international popularity of the Harry Potter series. Since Harry's arrival to the world in the fall of 1998, the Harry Potter series has been published in</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 62 languages and has gathered 270 Million loyal followers, according to a <a href="http://tvnz.co.nz/view/page/425828/598030"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">New Zealand article</span></a> I found. I have heard people call the Harry Potter series one of the greatest novels written, comparing J. K. Rowling to other literary giants. I think it is too early to compare Harry Potter to "The Catcher in the Rye", "The Great Gatsby" or even "Great Expectations".<br /><br />With such comparisons running around, the Guardian in the UK created a contest where Harry Potter fans can write a 'death scene' for a major Harry Potter character in the style of literary giants. Dan</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Brown[?], Charles Dickens, Orwell, Rice and even Chuck Palahniuk [author of <span style="font-style: italic;">Fight Club</span> and his latest book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Haunted</span>] is in this contest. Here are some of my favorites that I read:<br /><br />[<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Note</span>: Some spoilers may be included. Don't say I didn't warn all of you]</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />ee cummings:<br /></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i sing of Harry Potter, dig?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> those ready wands laid down in war</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> (against pernicious Voldemort)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> O wellbelov'd Harry (orphaned</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> hogwartsian most succinctly bred)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> determined Albus took in hand;</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> but - though an host of stupefied</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> gryffindors (jinxing on the fly</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> them) do through besquidded waters float</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> those death-eaters which others stroke</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> with wood-wands recently employed</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> anent this muddy toiletbowl...</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Chuck Palahniuk [<span style="font-style: italic;">Fight Club</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Haunted</span>]:</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Harry was an irritant scab to Voldemort for years. He was the Yoko to Voldemort's McCartney. The Kid was a hero. He'd been stopping Voldemort since he was 11, and every year after that.</span> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">At 17, his head is being pulled off slowly by a Giant. His heroic roars of defiance have been contorted into pathetic squeals. The sinews and bones in his neck are snapping. In an instant he will lie lifeless, as his head is torn off.</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Voldemort is now telling the cannibals to save him the head.</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Cannibals throw Voldemort Harry's head like a Deflated beachball. As his head bounds slowly past, I catch a glimpse of the school. The great hall has turned into an abattoir.</span></p> </blockquote> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Frank Miller's </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Sin City</span><span style="font-size:85%;">:</span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </span><blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" ><span style=";font-size:85%;" > I finished my pint and headed out. Finally, I reached the sweaty neighborhood called "Old Town." A place</span><span style=";font-size:85%;" > where all a wizard's dreams can come true. As long as he's got the cash and plays by the rules.</span> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There she was, a sight for these sore old wizard eyes, Gail. She was a nice piece of muggle, and I recommended her to all the old guys on the counsel. She was gentle enough for these brittle bones, yet rough enough for a guy who's been around the block a time or two.</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Hiya, Gail."</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Dumbledore. Good to see you. You feelin' a bit randy? Ready for a go?"</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Always with you, baby," I said.</span></p> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">She led me to her room. "Can I touch your wand," she asked?</span></p> </blockquote> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Of course, there are those in this world who see Harry Potter as a threat to "Christian values" and 'morality". <a href="http://www.manchesteronline.co.uk/men/news/s/166/166050_pope_and_the_peril_of_harry_potter.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Pope Benedict XVI</span></a> said that the Harry Potter Series, "erode[s] Christianity in the soul". I will admit, witches and spells are elements of the occult, but how is censoring books for kids helpful? Everyone in the world grew up with those Western European fairy tales of "Snow White" and "Little Red Riding Hood". In these fairy tales, there were elements that some people can consider part of the occult. In "Snow White", the Evil Queen asked for the beating heart of Snow White. We cannot forget of all the spells and curses that all of these Witches made. Yet, we still read this 'bedtime stories' to our kids and consider Harry a heretic. J. K. Rowling is accredited with <a href="http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/ae/books/news/3266668"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">sparking the interest of reading </span></a>in boys again. Libarians and fans love the fact that Rowling has included themes; money issues, romance, bullies, diversity, piles of homework and the arbitrary death, that everyone can identify with.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.chron.com/content/news/photos/05/07/15/potter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.chron.com/content/news/photos/05/07/15/potter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It is your author's humble opinion that if there is something in the world that makes kids <span style="font-style: italic;">enjoy</span> reading,it should be embraced and welcomed in a society that believes, "If they make a movie out of it, it is a good book" and "I'll wait for the movie to come out.".<br /><br />Now, are they going to have armed security officers guarding the books tonight? If a kid kicks my shins, I'll have my handy pepper spray on hand.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </span><blockquote><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" ><blockquote></blockquote><br /></span><p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /></span></p> </blockquote> <p style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p> <span class="mainlink"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112145766704326654?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121444785869551302005-07-15T10:15:00.000-05:002005-07-15T11:26:25.886-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.integris-health.com/newsletter/summer2004/images/story7.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.integris-health.com/newsletter/summer2004/images/story7.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://mccain.senate.gov/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Senator John McCain</span></a>, he is definetely on my list of favorite politicians. Even though he is a Republican Senator, he puts common sense and logic above partisan values. He should have beat Shrub in the Republican Nomination for the 2000 Election. It would have still been a close race between Gore and McCain, but at least both of them have some sense and actual experience in the Federal Government. If John McCain runs for the 2008 Election, I would honestly consider voting for him. Well, turns out that my beloved Senator makes a <a href="http://drudgereport.com/flash3jm.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">10-second cameo</span></a> in the new movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0396269/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Wedding Crashers</span></a>. That's great! More politicians need to just lighten up once in awhile.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112144478586955130?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121407085013157952005-07-14T22:42:00.000-05:002005-07-15T01:02:26.896-05:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have many quirks in my life. Only few know most of my quirks. One of my quirks is to bake when I am bored. During the past summer months, I have gone through days of boredom. Today was one of those days of bored that lead to baking. I went to the kitchen and prepared a great cake that I have made a couple of weeks ago. I don't know the specific name of the dessert, but the bottom lawyer of the cake is your basic chocolate cake and on top of it is a creamy flan layer. Both are covered with homemade carmel [<span style="font-style: italic;">cajeta </span>or in Dani's crazy Argentinean culture, <span style="font-style: italic;">manjar</span>]. It may sound like an odd combination, but it is actually quite delicious.<br /><br />For some reason, in one of my daily moments of day dreaming, I accidentally added a large quantity of yeast to the cake batter. Without noticing the extra ingredient, I rush the gooey batter into the oven, turned on the flames and waited of my daily project to be done. An hour later, after the smell of warm bread [with the slight hint of <span style="font-style: italic;">egg</span>?] filled the house, I went to go check on my dessert.<br /><br />Lord behold, the batter was out of the deep, square mold pressing against the clear oven glass window. I opened the window to make sure that I was sure of what I seeing. There was a definite, square block of a pastry in the oven. I heard some air bubbles pop that moment and I decided to step aside, for my own safety. The block burst. The kitchen became a scene of The Exorcist, only with white, egg/flan vomit everywhere with a chocolate crust surrounding the <span style="font-style: italic;">vomit.</span> I realize the smell of baked egg whites mixed with milk has a pugnant after taste that enters your nostrils and settles on the back lawyer of your tongue. I almost lost my breakfast at the sight of this horrible, pseudo-Betty Crocker experiment gone horribly wrong. After five minutes of getting used to the pugnant smell that was looming in the kitchen, I cleaned up my mess of the day.<br /><br />I guess I won't win that Pillsbury Bake-Off this year.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112140708501315795?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121402963841475572005-07-14T10:31:00.000-05:002005-07-14T23:50:30.416-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/images/2005/07/13/hbo_six_feet_under_anti-bush_050710-01a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.crooksandliars.com/images/2005/07/13/hbo_six_feet_under_anti-bush_050710-01a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I usually only read <a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Crooks and Liars </span></a>to get my daily political fix, see a missed Daily Show clip and/or read up on the latest mess the Right Wing in Washington has done this time. I was really suprised thought when I saw a clip from <a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/07/13.html#a3918"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Six Feet Under on C & L</span></a>.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/07/13.html#a3918"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"></span></a><a></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/07/13.html#a3918"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></a><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><blockquote><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><br />"...there's a reason Bush was re-elected. Shit goes wrong because there is evil in the world."</blockquote><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am not a member of the angry Left, I am just a concerned citizen who believes in the liberal ideology. I usually don't like it when people</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> from both sides of the political spectrum say enflamed rhetoric towards each other. In some cases though, you just have to realize that there are certain cases when things should not be the way that they are. Examples, the days of slavery, the days of no women suffarage, the days of segregation, the days of few enforced civil rights and liberties and of course, the days of Shrub's Administration. Three more years guys! Only three more!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112140296384147557?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121401485813960682005-07-14T08:42:00.000-05:002005-07-14T23:24:59.856-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mexico-soccer.com/mexico/mexico/mexwcrep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mexico-soccer.com/mexico/mexico/mexwcrep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last night, I attended</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a great </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">soccer</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> match at the Reliant Stadium</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This match was a game for this year's Gold Cup. It was such a great game and both of the teams I was rooting for won! South Africa kicked Guatemala's [Sorry Juan] ass and of cour</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">se Mexico defeated Jamaica. So, what does this victory mean to Mexico?</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Mexico is now on the playbill for the Quaterfinals against Colombia this Sunday. In my opinion, Colombia got to the Quaterfinals by luck. Hopefully, Mexico will trump Colombia's chance at winning the Gold Cup and move towards the Finals! Hooorah!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.concacaf.com/competitions/goldcup/2005/photo/m_GoldCup1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.concacaf.com/competitions/goldcup/2005/photo/m_GoldCup1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was never into watching soccer games between</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Mexican leagues. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The yelps, screams and cheers</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> of drunken[semi-drunken] family members never stimulated me, in fact, those games just bored me in my adolescent years. My attitude towards soccer changes when international teams are competing. The pride of the game, battling a foreign enemy on a soccer field. Its is just a great experience rooting for your team with your national brothers. Besides, a lesson that everyone must learn, Mexico is the best Latin American nation, period.<br /><br />Of course, there are moments of ridiculousness everywhere I go. During Guatemala's match against S. Africa, barely half the stadium was full. By the time the Mexican national anthem was being played, the stadium was roaring with several Mexican slang terms. There was this white couple in front of us, the woman asked the man, "How did the stadium get filled up so fast?". The man responded, "I guess they are just getting off of work". I just cracked up behind the white couple. I honestly believe the man didn't intentionally make a racist comment, but some Mexican Nationalists might take offense to that. You must love international soccer.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112140148581396068?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1121317929401101372005-07-13T23:50:00.000-05:002005-07-14T00:27:38.693-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/jessatinverstion2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/400/jessatinverstion1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I just love this house! Well, house...art project..whatever you want to call it, it is just great. My shots of the Inverstion House aren't that great, so I just <span style="font-style: italic;">borrowed</span> this one from <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=9688609&amp;Mytoken=20050713221124"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jess</span></a>. If you have a chance, head <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=2001+Montrose+Blvd,+Houston,+TX+77006&spn=0.009504,0.014820&amp;hl=en"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">towards Montrose</span></a>, passed the Texas Art Supply store and on your right side you will see a crowd of Houstonians just in awe of this wonderful project. This is just a perfect example of contemporary art meets a city wide devotion. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and this project's day with destiny is looming. Reports in late May said that the <a href="http://www.artleaguehouston.org/InversionPressRelease.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Inversion House</span></a> would be torn down by Mid-June. It is mid-July. Catch the house while you can guys, it won't be there forever.</span><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112131792940110137?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1120267477689360362005-07-01T20:19:00.000-05:002005-07-06T20:09:53.926-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">*Drum roll please*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Here are my truths and lies to yesterday’s post. Good guesses guy</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">s, but sadly no cigar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TRUE</span>! My computer [Compaq if you must know] crashed</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the day before </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.macwarehouse.co.nz/images/gw_images/imac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.macwarehouse.co.nz/images/gw_images/imac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I went to go see “The Passion of the Christ”. I went to go see the movie with a friend</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and my mom. All day long, I kept thinking what PC I should buy.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> My m</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ind was distracted all</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> throughout the movie, so I really did not pay attention to it. I just kept to myself and noticed how e</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">veryone was crying. After the movie ended, all three us of discussed the movie.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I kept quiet during the discussion, since I did not see t</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">he movie. A thing that stood out from the conversatio</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">n was </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">that my frien</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">d said, “That was a great movie. What I really got out of it w</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">as that Jesus was such a di</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">fferent person. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess we should be different and change the world for the better”. Be Different, that just stucked out in my mind. So, I went to Galleria and I decided to ‘Think Different”.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TRUE</span>! I have done some work with Sports Illustrated. In High School, I</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/big12game.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/big12game.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> was taking a Photography class while being a yearbook photographer. Ms. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Merwin, my photography tea</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">cher, had a son who was an actual professional photographer. Turns out that one weekend, the Big 12 Conference was in Houston and they needed some help. Luckily, my date for Bellaire Men’s Club canceled o</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">n me, Mrs. Merwin ‘hooked me up’ with the jo</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">b and yes, and I have helped with Sports Illustrated.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TRUE</span>! I used to work at the Holiday Inn-Medical Center</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hi-medcenter.com/images/phototour/exterior/extnite_9849.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hi-medcenter.com/images/phototour/exterior/extnite_9849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> last year and</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> things get especially </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">crazy when the Rodeo is in town. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">D</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">uring the Bar-b-q coo</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">k-off weekend, hundreds of cooks and their groupies flock to </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">the Astrodome to show off their mastery of the grill. During this time, the hotel provided a complimentary shuttle for those guests who had an affinity for alcohol. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I helped with the shuttle, shippi</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ng drunken guests back and forth as quickly as</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> possible. Unfortunately, I drove a bit too fast. A</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">s I unloaded the guests off the shuttle, most of them leaned over and gave me a decent tip, with extra in come cases. It took a week to take that smell out of my vest</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sleeplabs.biz/images/sleep-apnea-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sleeplabs.biz/images/sleep-apnea-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">FALSE</span>! </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I would have guest that this was too ‘normal’</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> for me. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">In</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">stead of </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">kicking in bed,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I ‘sleep talk’. I have been told that during the night, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">if I am having a vivid dream, I announce to the world what exact</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ly</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> is goi</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ng on in my dream. I've been also known to "sing"[more like droane] a song while drifing away in my dreams.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/nycnight2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/200/nycnight2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TRUE</span>! </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Most of you have heard about my excitement </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">when I visited NYC two years ago. If you want specific details of my carnage with "thing thing that came from swamp", then ask and you shall recieve.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/reading.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/reading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TRUE</span>! </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is one of my dark secrets/guilty </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">pleasures that I have.Every time I go</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> to </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">the</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> mall,I find myself eavesdropping on the conversations of</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> strangers. I have a habit looking thru some clothes and listening to the secrets of other people. It is quite entertaining, but it will get me in trouble one of these days.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TRUE</span>! I was late to Vanessa’s, a friend, birthday party in 8th grade. I was excited since Vanessa always throws the best parties and my parents did not hesitate to send me. Unfortunately, I was too</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> excited and ran thru a glass door. I was rushed to the hospital to stop my writ and upper arm from bleeding.It is amazing what is inside your body, especially when you are on Morphine and enjoy seeing your blood. I got my stitches and my painkillers, but that did not stop me from going to Vanessa’s party. A little late, a bit sore and drugged up, but I arrived to Vanessa’s party. Isn’t that a sign of a true friend?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TRUE</span>! Many of you know that English is my second language and </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/1600/chit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1770/1102/320/chit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">that </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I first learned to</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> speak</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Spanish. Surprisingly enough, I still find myself struggling in pronouncing some words.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> In English, I have pronounced a ‘y’ sound instead of a ‘j’ such as ‘yumbo yack’ and ‘yam on toast’.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Another example is my rare cases of putting an ‘e’ in front of an ‘s’. An example is, “pick up the phone estupid’ or ‘estephen’. Because of my accent when I speak English, many people have come up to me and have asked me where I was from. People have suggested South America, Midwest U.S., Northeast U.S. and Englan</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> excited and ran thru a glass door, slitting my writs and my forearm during th</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e process. I was</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">d [I don’t know why]. In Spanish, possibly because of being surrounded by white people, I sometimes pronounce words, as a white person would do. I have found times where I cannot roll my “R’s”, pronounce “ñ” and struggle with Spanish syntax, like a white kid does when he/she is learning Spanish. Sometimes I find myself tongue twisted when trying to answer a question from a Spanish speaking stranger. Granted, I speak better Spanish than other people, but I still wish my skills were slightly better.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />FALSE</span>! I sometimes struggle with Spanish grammar, do you honestly think I can sing “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer” in Spanish?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TRUE</span>! When I was born, both of my parents were hardcore anti-Christianity. </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/296/2612/1024/closer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">They have gone thru some heavy suffering while they were still loyal to Christianity. By the time I was born, they were bitter towards the Church. So, wouldn’t it be funny and ironic to name a child ‘Christian’ and raise him as an atheist? </span></span><ol> </ol> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I hope now that you know something new about me. And don’t worry, there are stil new and crazy things coming their way.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112026747768936036?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1120234633249436772005-07-01T10:10:00.000-05:002005-07-02T03:30:28.390-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/07/01/national/02oconnor.1843.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/07/01/national/02oconnor.1843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's official, Sanday Day O'Connor announced that <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/07/01/politics/01cnd-court.html?hp&ex=1120276800&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;en=b8f0f8864d8f88c2&ei=5094&amp;partner=homepage"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">she will retire</span></a>. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Honestly, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don't think the Court is ready for Justice O'Connor's retirement. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess there is going to be alot of fireworks going on this Summer. She is a tough lady, I think she should stick it out, at least three more years. Putting aside my political ideology, I am just scared at what may happend. With Bush in the White House and the Republicans controlling congress, I am really afraid that the Conservatives are going to take over all three branches of the government. All we can do is pray for a miracle.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112023463324943677?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1120159653883138912005-06-30T13:35:00.000-05:002005-06-30T14:50:02.136-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1204.g.akamai.net/7/1204/1401/05042115011/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9510000/9518052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://a1204.g.akamai.net/7/1204/1401/05042115011/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9510000/9518052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You are reading the blog of a Statistics God. Yes, I said the word 'God' when I was referring to myself. I took my Communications Research[Comm. Stats] final this morning and I emerged victorious from that final. Granted, this is my third time[by choice] taking Stats. as a class, but I honestly enjoy the course. Almost as much as calculus and the ever popular math jokes. Such as:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Baby, can I be a tangent to your curve</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You are an acute angle</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You are statistically significant[which means that you are far away from the average]</span></span></li> </ul> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />I just find School-related "jokes and puns" hilarious, especially when they are made by teachers and professors. I love statistics so much, I get terribly excited when Gallup Poll or ABC calls my house for a national survey. I was really happy when I foudn this online survey when I was <span style="font-style: italic;">googling </span>my time away. I guess, I really like being a statistic.<br /><br /> <a href="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/request"><img src="http://blogsurvey.media.mit.edu/images/survey-statistic.gif" alt="Take the MIT Weblog Survey" style="border: medium none ; width: 150px; height: 70px;" /></a><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >My mind is exhausted from pulling an all nighter, so I just borrowed this from <a href="http://eptiger.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Elton</span></a>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-family: verdana;">8 Truths and 2 Lies About You</strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (let your readers guess which are the lies)</span><br /><br /></span> <ol> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I converted to Macs after seeing "The Passion of the Christ"</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have done some work with <span style="font-style: italic;">Sports Illustrated</span> at sporting events</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I hold the record at the Holiday Inn-Med Center for having the most people throw up on me</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I kick when I sleep</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have gotten into a fight, <span style="font-style: italic;">Jerry Springer</span> style, with a fat, black woman in NYC</span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I sit in public places and eavesdrop on people's conversations</span></span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I ran thru a glass door when I was in 8th grade</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have an accent/tone when I speak English or Spanish</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I know how to sing 'Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer" in Spanish</span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My name, according to my parents, was meant to be a mockery of Christianit</span>y</span></li> </ol> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Put your guesses on my comments to which are the two lies and I'll reveal the answer tomorrow.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112015965388313891?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1120083749026587942005-06-29T16:20:00.000-05:002005-06-29T17:22:29.103-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some people around my age are just annoying. I understand that we are young and want to have fun, but I d</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">on't thin fun includes parading around like an idiot and thinking about the latest trend. Come to think about, I have a deep attraction to older people. Like the old saying says, "Women are like wine, they only get better wit</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">h age". Don't get me wrong, there is a certain extent when age</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> no</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> longer becomes a number, but </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">a problem. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the other side of the spectrum, there ar</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">e women who seek and hunt younger </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guys. A girl just wants to have fun, right? <a href="http://www.urbancougar.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Urban Cougars</span></a>, these species of women hunt, tag and bag their young, male prey. There is a whole mantra devoted to the Urban</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Cougar and some women practice it religiously. To give you and insight to their world, read this kids:<br /></span></span> <blockquote><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">urbancougar: it's not a stigma, it's a sophisticated species of female who seeks the pleasure of younger males. She avoids the entanglements of a</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> "relationship," in favor of the freedom of the hunt.</span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She has overcome the taboos related to her sexual identity, embraced her true self, and now lives her life to its fullest. Always one for adventure, she</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> knows what she wants and isn't afraid to get it!</span></span></p></blockquote><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You probably can't picture what an Urban Cougar looks like, but haven't most o</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >f you seen American Pie a</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >nd the M.I.L.F. of Stiffler's mom? T</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >here is just something sexy about an older woman who cuts through taboos without the</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > heavy drama that comes with younger girls. Of course, some Urban Cougars also in risk of taking advantage by their prey. Example, the 53 year old author, Terry McMillian of <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0451192001/qid=1120081675/sr=8-4/ref=pd_csp_4/103-8442332-4995813?v=glance&s=books&amp;n=507846"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">How Stella got her Groove Back</span></a> </span>is <a href="http://www.zap2it.com/movies/news/story/0,1259,---26143,00.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">filing divorce</span></a> form her 30 year old, gay[ha!] husband. I guess s</span><span style="font-size:85%;">he should send back her groove, or at least exchange it, again.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Some people have this preconcived notion that with age, beauty fades away. </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosmania.info/sheryl-crow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fotosmania.info/sheryl-crow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >In some cases, this belief may be true. On the contrary,</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://membres.lycos.fr/sherylcrow/young.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://membres.lycos.fr/sherylcrow/young.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">there are some peole who look</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >stunning in their 40s compared when they were still in their 20s. Sheryl</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Crow,a ridi</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >cousl</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >y hot middle age woman looks stunning in this Stuff Magazine layout then when she started her musical career. Maybe its because she is talented or that she seems like a mature woman with a hint of debauchery in her; maybe </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >is just all her money, in the end, I think she is just, stunn</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >ing. Lance Armstrong wa</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >s a lucky dog. Some might say that she looks better when she was young, but in my eyes, I wouldn't mind being her <span style="font-style: italic;">favorite mistake</span>.</span></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Some people dont want to date someone who is ol</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >der then them, they cite that, "old people can't have as much fun as young people". Don't believe such nonsense, old people can get a bit <span style="font-style: italic;">freaky</span> when they are in the mood[i.e. heat] and in the perfect enviroment[i.e. cars!]. Here is just some evidence of old people gettting their </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >groove</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> on.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></p> <p style="font-family:verdana;"></p><p face="verdana"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p face="verdana"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p> <p face="verdana"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.curiousjorge.com/pix/sex_in_car/sex_in_car_08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></p> <p face="verdana"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">You can see more of these hilarious candid shots at <a href="http://www.curiousjorge.com/sex_in_car.asp"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Curious Jorge</span></a>. Which reminds me, I need to get my camera soon. I hope now that all you kids realize that there is nothing wrong with dating soemone older than you, well, until age is no longer a number, but a fact.</span></span><br /></p> <p face="verdana"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112008374902658794?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1120011121310751412005-06-28T20:12:00.000-05:002005-06-28T21:12:01.376-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I had a late nite AIM Chat with <a href="http://eptiger.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Elton</span></a> about the whole TomKate situation about two nights ago. Both of us agree that we really don't care whats going on in Tom's world and honestly I don't think anyone does. I am just sick of TomKat's daily publicity stunts that put their faces on the front page of Yahoo! when I open my Firefox. I am not a fan of his work; I don't go to a movie because Tom stars in the picture. I personally don't think he is a great actor in the world nor would I put him in the same category with DeNiro, Hoffman, Ford, Washington or Hanks. He is just an entertainer who has a <span style="font-style: italic;">bubbly</span> personality. A little too <span style="font-style: italic;">friendly </span>for me honestly.<br /><br />Here is Houston, the <a href="http://www.thebuzz.com/rrs-linksandguests.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Rod Ryan Show </span></a>on 94.5 The Buzz/KTBZ had a 4 and half minute interview with Tom on Monday morning. I managed to catch the interview and I realized that in that moment, Tom has severe mood swings. He was really amicable, too amicable, during the interview[i.e. "Thank you for having me", "Thanks Rod", "Thanks Teresa", "Thank you Houston" and the other million variations of "Thank You" during the interview.] and just kept to his newmovie, War of the Worlds, which opens tomorrow. This bubbly Tom was a complete 180 degree spin of Tom from his <a href="http://www.crooksandliars.com/2005/06/24.html#a3623"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">interview with Matt Lauer</span></a> on the Today Show. I wouldn't piss him off, not even jokingly, I don't want him to call me a 'jerk'.<br /><br />As you can imagine, many have a strong resentment/animosity/jealousy of Tom and his publicity stunts and have taken their liberty to start an online petition to <a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Tomkat/petition.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">boycott War of the Worlds</span></a> and the rest of Tom's movie. You can sign you name and add additional comments to the boycott letter and some of them are just hilarious. They include:<br /><br /></span></span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">K. Marino: "Tom did unto without thinking about the concequences"</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">B. Wadkins: "Tom, just because Katie is NOT repulsed by you does not make you straight"</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mary: "Kiss my Medicine-Taking Catholic A$$ Tom"</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A. Coleman: "What a [salad?] tosser"</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">G. Stefani: "'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl. Let me hear all you say Tom Cruise is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">W.Parker: "Take your ritalin"</span></span></li> </ul> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />I do not share any of the animosity that these people have towards Tom, I am just sick of hearing the TomKat 411. I know, I might be a hypocrite at this moment for plugging Tom[I don't think he would mind that at all], but I just have to voice my own two-cents.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-112001112131075141?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1119932617028137352005-06-27T22:51:00.000-05:002005-06-27T23:23:37.036-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many of you know by now that only the craziest, the most outrageous events happen only to me. Last weekend was no exception Here is just a quick blurb of what happend to me over the weekend.</span><br /> <br /> </span> <ul> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Saturday, it was the <a href="http://www.pridehouston.org/home/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Gay Pride</span></a> parade in <a href="http://www.houstoncl.com/montrose/montrose.htm"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Montrose</span></a>, it was also a birtday of a close friend of mine. After the birthday dinner, I was fighting my way though the <span style="font-style: italic;">colorful </span>mob to get to my car. Along the way, this random girl was sitting on the middle of the street crying and yelling hysterically. I went up and asked what happend and she just started yelling at me. According to her, she was mugged by some guys and they were choking her. There were policemen all over Montrose and one of them came by to see what was happening. I told the cop what the girl told me and the policeman asked her how the suspects looked like. She said she didn't know how they looked like because they were "choking her", but then she said that I looked like one of the suspects. The cop let me go quietly to my car.</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Got lost in Chinatown[thanks to Juan] looking for a Tapioca Teahouse[<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_tea"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bubble tea</span></a> for some] that ended up being the one on Westheimer near Galleria.</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Batman Begins...rocked!</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Many of you have not had the experience of Houston construction. There are patches all throughout the city where there is heavy construction and most of the time, accidents occur. I was driving on Richmond towards Galleria when suddenly the streety became shiny. I kept with my current speed of travel, when suddenly a huge erruption occured. A sewage valve burst open on the corner or <a href="http://www.google.com/maps?q=Richmond+Ave+%26+Dunvale+Rd,+Houston,+TX+77063&spn=0.018410,0.031199&amp;hl=en"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Richmond and Dunvale</span></a>. Sewage was spilling all over the street and cars were just zooming by, caught off guard by the utter disgust and smell. I, like the idiot that I am, zoomed thru the fountain of sewage while <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL</span> my windows were rolled down. Let's just say that I still found some pieces of leaves in my hair today.</span></span></li> </ul> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />How crazy is that? Just pure randomness.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12807634-111993261702813735?l=elceo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ceohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183338463710520293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12807634.post-1119583187058125492005-06-23T21:43:00.000-05:002005-06-23T22:23:54.756-05:00<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have tried not to follow the crowd, not be </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >like everyone, but I cannot hold back any longer. I must speak about the madness of <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>relationship. I go into my mom's AOL account to look up some things for her and I find <span style="font-style: italic;">them </span>on the front display. Apparantely, AOL has now taken an interest with the alternate theories of TomKat's relationship. They are the following:<br /></span><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><br /><ul> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Holmes(Yo Holmes!) 16-day hiatus </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >[via <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,160192,00.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Fox News</span></a>]</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >The $5 Million Woman [via <a href="http://socialitelife.com/mt/archives/katie_holmes_the_5_million_dollar_woman.php"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">A Sociliate's Life</span></a>]</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >The Audition List [via <a href="http://www.jossip.com/gossip/tom-cruise/asked-answered-katie-holmes-was-tom-cruises-5th-choice-20050617.php"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jossip</span></a>]</span></li> <li><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Scarleet Johansson escaping[via <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8133757/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">MSNBC</span></a>]</span></li> </ul> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >As I continued with reading AOL's blurb on TomKat, there is now a new 'conspiracy theory'. After Tom's <span style="font-style: italic;">colorful </span>behavoir during <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.jossip.com/gossip/tom-cruise/asked-answered-katie-holmes-was-tom-cruises-5th-choice-20050617.php">Oprah</a> </span&