Thursday, March 31, 2005

Et Tu Brute?!

I haven’t been very interested in giving 100% of myself at my current job for about a year and a half or so, simply because I’m bored of it and frankly I need to get off my skinny ass and find a career that matches my true talents in life.

How disappointing to find a betrayer in this office who told on me to my supervisor this week for slacking off. This only because I’m trying to get her useless horrible friend in trouble for verbally assaulting me unjustly last December. And though I do not like to think myself as a racist, this bitch has made it a racial issue.

Fine you c**t! So that’s the way you and so many trivial petty f**ks in this office operate. You found a weak spot of mine and have decided to milk it for all its worth in order to get me in trouble and help the cause of your uncouth and disrespectful buddy. Stick to your race then traitor! It may have gotten O.J. free, but I guarantee for you, it will not rid ye of thy shackles, nor of his. Your intellect and goals in life are beneath mine and shall always be. You are but wasted space on this beautiful Planet, deserving the fate of convicted Nazis after World War Two: the gallows! THE GALLOWS! SEND HER TO THE GALLOWS! HER AND HER SMELLY DISRESPECTFUL SHITMAKER FRIEND AND LET THEIR FEET SWING!

Rest in peace Terri Schiavo, and may true deserved pain, death, and suffering come upon to the hypocrites, traitors, evildoers, and calumnious scoundrels who seek to do nothing but further the cause of evil and help the Devil and his minions. You just due is a’ comin’.

Pero, para los cobardes e incrédulos, para los abominables y homicidas, para los fornicarios y hechiceros, para los idólatras y todos los mentirosos, su herencia será el lago que arde con fuego y azufre, que es la muerte segunda". Apocalípsis 21:8

"But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." Revelation 21:8.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Humanity Is Disgraceful.

I cannot for the life of me understand why God allows us to even continue living on this Planet, when all we seem to do is destroy it. Our beloved friends, the animals of this world are suffering so greatly due to our abuse. The links to the following stories below are only a small sign of the true horrors going on. My soul is in pain, true pain at what we are doing to our amazing ecosystem.


No wonder earthquakes, tsunamis, and other killer future natural disasters are coming our way. Mother Nature is pissed, and rightfully so.


Monday, March 28, 2005

Vote For Pedro.

With all the scary awful shit going on in the world today, it's nice to find a quirky, original, and witty film such as the one I was fortunate enough to see this weekend on DVD, Napoleon Dynamite.

A most hilarious truly American film if there ever was one. Bravo to the cast and crew!

Friday, March 25, 2005


It's Good Friday, and so many are off from work today even though we didn't get the day officially off.

They claim it's to observe the day and prepare for Easter. BUNCH OF LIARS. The rest of the year they're out ruining people's lives, causing mayhem, and avoiding church. Now they're devout Christians?

Hypocrisy at its finest.

“No todo el que me dice: Señor, Señor, entrará en el reino de los cielos: sino el que hace la voluntad de mi Padre que está en los cielos” (Mateo 7:21).

"Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven" (Matthew 7:21).

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Sue them for all they got sweetheart!

Last Friday was my nightmare scenario at the drive-thru. Now this! Sweet justice and retribution! Wendy's does it again. Dave Thomas is really rolling over now, ten times over in his grave.


¡Viva Frida Kahlo!

As Terri Schiavo slowly goes, those of us still living must continue to face all of life's challenges up ahead. I'm in a very contemplative state as of late and the sooner I can get my computer the less philosophical and existentialist I will be! HEEHEE!

Last night, I had the fortune of watching PBS' The Life and Times of Frida Kahlo. I've definitely heard of this magnificent woman before (the movie with Salma Hayek is pretty good), but never had I connected with her as much as I did watching the special. A passionate soul she was, full of so much life, wonderful artistic expression, and so much tragedy.

The great love of her life was another Mexican genius, muralist Diego Rivera. A fat ugly womanizing pig, they did share a great love, but not without lots of infidelity. Her nearly fatal bus accident at 16 left her almost crippled but still in horrible pain for the rest of her life. She learned from Diego that women too could cheat and she did do it often with many men and other women as well! She travelled to the U.S. with Diego and even to Paris on her own having successful art gallery shows of her celebrated paintings.

At the very end of her life, as the pain of her body was too much to bear, she painted one final work of art, which not only sums up her love of life despite all its pain, but speaks volumes of how all of us cling to this incredible journey. Sandías (Watermelons) is the name of her last piece with the profound words, Viva La Vida (Long Live Life).

How sweet indeed.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Dell go to Hell! And Wendy's too!

I ordered a new computer online from DELL.COM about two weeks ago and received my monitor and speakers just fine, but the actual CPU was lost by U.P.S. and I have now called Dell Customer DISservice about four or five times to receive a new replacement hard drive tower, but to no avail.

Thanks to outsourcing, I have had the "pleasure" of speaking to customer service reps in India and the Philippines! GET A LOAD OF THAT! My most American problem with people on the other side of the globe trying to resolve it.

It's a bunch of shit and a most annoying experience indeed.

I'll never get to experience lightning speed Internet service at home at this rate.

Thanks Dell. Maybe if I did some pot like their old spokesperson (that young dude that did commercials for them a few years back) I'd feel less upset.

Monday, March 21, 2005

La Primavera and a Happy Birthday too!

Today marks the vernal equinox, the official start of the Spring season and also a landmark birthday, my pride and joy, Mikey's 30th birthday! A mate with true soul.

His website:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Many more ahead do I wish thee to live through in this crazy crazy world.

"THEY SAY IT'S YER BIRTHDAY!" -The Beatles, 1968, The White Album.

America is sadly trigger happy.

Oh no! It has happened again. Another Columbine-style school shooting.

I rue the day when I have to feel yet another earthquake here in Southern CA or witness the next terrorist attack and have to say the same thing, “Oh no! Not again!”

History doth repeat itself.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Dave Thomas is rolling over in his grave.

A most unpleasant experience last night for me at Wendy's on Sepulveda Blvd. in Van Nuys, CA. I went to their drive-thru window and ordered two classic single burgers, two sets of fries, and one Frosty as I was on my way to my buddy Johnny's house to hang and kick it.

Well what happens? The first Latina bitch gives me two Frosties and charges me for it when I only asked for one. I told her, "I'm sorry I only wanted one Frosty." She proceeds to argue with me that I said two and then has the nerve to communicate to her ex-chola co-worker in sarcastic Spanish that "Me dijo que quería dos..." ("He told me he wanted two...") and she continued to mumble other shit in Spanish about me that I clearly understood!!! Just because I'm a pale light skinned dude does not mean I do not speak or understand Spanish you duo of loser backward non-English commanding uneducated PUTAS! I even asked the other border crosser if she could gimme the adjusted order receipt not including the just returned Frosty and she rudely refused to do it!

I was starting to get very upset but what really did it for me was when she gave me back my change for the unwanted Frosty. Yeah, that was fine and dandy, but where the f**k was my change for the rest of my order? Out of a $20 bill I gave that wetback, I only got $2.15 and where tha hell was the rest you illiterate mojada? She claimed she had already given it to me, yet there I sat in my car, this "WHITEBOY WHO CANNOT POSSIBLY SPEAK ESPAñOL" like an idiot loser holding only two and change for a ten dollar or so order. Was it my mistake, or hers? It got to a point where FATASS MANAGER Edgar (who enjoys Wendy's burgers and Frosties one too many and it shows) came in to supposedly resolve the situation by bringing out receipts and shit and finally after about ten minutes he refused to give me my change claiming PENDEJA #1 had already given it to me.

Was it the rudeness of this whole ordeal that made me forget my first bit of change that PERRA claims to have given me? Or did I really get shorted? At this point, I have racked and racked my brain, but to no avail. Let's just say I left that Wendy's very displeased but not without telling misMANAGER EDGARCITO that he should advise his two shrews to use caution and discretion when speaking Spanish in front of customers that they assume will not understand them when THEY MIGHT OR WILL. And I told him in clear fluent Spanish too!

There you have it. I'm very proud of my Hispanic heritage. And dreadfully ashamed of those who taint it, like the worthless trio of SPICS at Wendy's last night. I'm never going to Wendy's again, but first I gotta get a hold of headquarters and report this most insulting experience with these vile heathens.

Dios me dé paciencia. (God grant me patience.)

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Poor Scott Peterson. Off You Go Chucky!

Robert Blake and O.J. got away with murder, why couldn't Scott Peterson? WOW! What a loser! Such a handsome guy, now on death row, prime juicy meat for buttrape or murder from another inmate even! So what if Robert Blake went free, the guy is so insane, he's well on his way to joining O.J. on the golf course and completely losing his mind for good.

Mario Vásquez is now so adorably cute to me ever since he abandoned American Idol to pursue whatever. I'd so like to bone him. The only thing I hate is the way he and everyone else pronounce his last name. It’s not VASKWEZ, it's VASKEZ! UGH! GET IT RIGHT! It’s Spanish folks, and it would help if at least it sounded a little less irritating once the name is anglicized.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Our Last Hope! He Was Seduced By The Dark Side and So Were We!

Opens May 19, 2005!

My co-worker William just showed me the new Star Wars trailer and it looks nothing short of spectacular! I am praying and hoping Mr. George Lucas can finally redeem himself after giving us the last two fairly mediocre films in the series. It looks quite dark and menacing as we see the complete transformation of Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader!

I'm really excited though about Ian McDiarmid, the actor portraying the evil emperor. He's got a real meaty role here. Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping this movie delivers...

Gays of Our Lives

Here's hoping the fight goes all the way, and that gay marriage finally gets approved. We have so many more important problems in this world, I cannot believe that in this day and age people would get so worked up against allowing people basic rights. Get over it and just let it happen so we can get to the things that truly matter!

Monday, March 14, 2005

Nous sommes dans la merde!

Yeah so I took four years of French back in high school (what about 13 years ago or so?), and I was pretty good and learned a lot. Knowing another language based on Latin (Spanish at home) helped me tremendously to pick up French quickly back then. However, due to its limited use in California, I had all but shelved the language of Paris for the past twelve years or so.

That is, until I started working at my current job, which looks like the roster of the United Nations or something to that effect. Here I ran into a social worker who understood my French perfectly, but who wouldn't answer me due to her forgetting how to speak it. She told me though I had an impeccable accent, as did another visitor to our office from Vietnam who said I spoke very well. Just about six months ago, I found the true hammer to my nail, my co-worker Alex, who speaks French very well after learning it in school alongside English back in Iraq. We have never ceased to speak it since, and in just these past few months, all the French I thought I'd forgotten has come back beautifully! It's amazing! I'm so excited to be practicing it once again and to be so fluent, more than I ever thought possible!

Too bad those uppity conceited frogs in Europe gave us the language, but oh well. Everything one learns is never in vain, and can always come back to help you one day.

Europe here I come! When? I dunno, but soon...

Saturday, March 12, 2005


WHAT A PRICK OF THE FIRST KIND! This guy is a cold-hearted/blooded asshole!

They caught him, but he's done so much harm already. Ah man, I hate sharing the Planet with such scum.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Just Great!

So there I was yesterday bitching about not getting enough comments on my blog entries, and now I come to find that the "comments" section is down and not working throughout the blogger system! WHAT GIVES MAN?! Oh well. Not like it matters for my lackluster blog anyway.

At least it's Friday.

Oh wait! They just found the bug and fixed it. Nevermind. And yes, it's still Friday.


No, now it's working. Let's just say, f**k it and move on, shall we?

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
--John Lennon
from the Plastic Ono Band album

Plastic Ono Band" was John Lennon's debut solo album after the break up of the Beatles. It was released on Dec. 11, 1970.

Please Comment on This Entry and Make Me Feel Important! WA WA WAAAAA!!!

BREAKING NEWS: Martha Stewart’s out of jail (you already knew that didn’t you?) and Michael Jackson may just go to the slammer (not for molesting Sesame Street viewers) but for showing up late to his ongoing trial consistently. From what I just heard, he just got to court a few minutes ago, in the most comical and ridiculous old sick patient mode ever, to get sympathy from the judge no doubt, who wants to throw the book at him. Ah Jacko, you are priceless.

I constantly run into other people’s blogs out of curiosity and find myself quite confused at some of their ramblings! Either only their close friends understand what the hell they’re talking about, or these people are just part of the growing blog community that thinks each and all their thoughts are interesting and worth posting. It all looks like Greek to me at times, even though they’re written in English. Sometimes I wonder myself why I even bother keeping a blog! Is it for my own personal satisfaction or for others to enjoy my own personal little "show?" Truth be told, it is kind of narcissistic isn’t it? I so hate it when I write an entry that I feel is a "masterpiece" and then days later there are 0 f**kin’ comments below it. I know people have probably read it, but how do I know? Yet on these other blogs, people amass so many comments, their sites seem to take on a life of their own! ARGH! ENVY! I FEEL ENVY! LOLOLOLOL!

I was happy last night to hang out with my very dear and beloved group of male buddies once again. When I am with David, Johnny, and Sonny and all we do is sit around watching TV and talking sh*t, I truly feel happy. These guys are all funny and witty in their own special way, they’re all laid-back (except when our Southern Belle David gets dramatic and turns into THEE Scarlet O’Hara in his attitude), and very fun and comforting to be around. They all truly do have great wit and most importantly good hearts. I can be myself around them and never feel constrained or self-conscious, which is so nice to have. I don’t know how long our little group will last, but for the past year or so, it has been quite fulfilling to have these cool guys in my life, for I love them so.

Talk about sending chills down my spine! Last night as I was going to bed, I had the Coast To Coast AM with George Noory show on my radio, and they had an expert woman on the air talking about the mindset and modus operandi of serial killers. It was really f**kin’ freaky and endlessly fascinating. She went through the whole list of them, from Jack the Ripper to the recent BTK Killer that was just caught. She said the one thing that identifies all of these disturbed individuals is their total lack of conscience/love, they’re all male, they come from good backgrounds/happy childhoods, and they are found throughout the world and during all of recorded history.

I was looking over my shoulder last night just as I was going to bed, kinda creeped out for sure.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Yes Virginia, there might be WMD's after all...

HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP MAN! My co-worker Christa made the light bulb go off in my head this morning! Why all that fuss last week about Bush and crew telling the Syrians to pull out of Lebanon? It's all starting to make sense, but in this humble writer's opinion, the WMD's were indeed hidden in the Beqaa Valley of Lebanon and other various Syrian sites to avoid discovery in Iraq.

And today this:

Thousands Answer Hezbollah Call in Beirut

Well yes my dear Hezbollah, you don't want the Syrians to leave, they support your terrorist tactics and the place you call home is probably loaded with Saddam's weapons! HOW INTERESTING! THE PLOT THICKENS DOES IT NOT?! Bush and Co. now realize, know, and are ready to inspect and reveal that the Weapons of Mass Destruction are indeed at the Syrian-Lebanese border as had been suspected for quite some time.


It's all so fishy, slowly making sense. I don't approve of Bush 100%, but if he can prove his case here and rid us of this scourge, more power to him.

Monday, March 07, 2005

And no, it wasn't a Lifetime chick flick...

So, my soul mate Mikey has been insisting that I watch Disney's Brother Bear for the past year or so on DVD and I kept putting it off until I was ready I guess. I finally sat down and watched it yesterday afternoon. I haven't seen a movie so emotionally moving and stirring like this in a long time. Yes, it brought me to true actual tears, what a wonderful story this was! Bravo to all involved in this most beautiful film, and screw the critics and others who tried to endlessly compare this to Finding Nemo, which was in itself a great film, but very different from Brother Bear.

Do yourself a favor and give this film a chance. You'll see what I mean. Pure love is truly a wonderful thing.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Too Much of The Force Is With You!

As of late, I'm obsessed with anything and everything to do with this film franchise (especially the beloved trilogy I grew up with), which makes me wonder if I am truly a geek/nerd with no life.

I Hate Animal Suffering!

I'm not a vegetarian yet, but I still consider myself an animal rights activist and this kind of stuff just kills me.,0,4377682.story?coll=sfla-news-sfla