This video is awesome. Great collaboration. Pass it on!
or tofurkey for my veggie friends.
Had a big dinner earlier, it’s 2am and Im still stuffed.
But Im still about half ready to make me a turkey-leftover and tomato and mayo sandwich.
gobble gobble, bitches.
Ive had plenty to whine about these past few weeks, but i didnt today. Lets all take a day off from bitching and reflect on what we’re thankful for.
Sorry for the hiccup in posts, I know that once a month posts do not a blog make. It’s just that I’ve been real busy with a few minor issues…namely THE COLLAPSE OF THE AMERICAN FINANCIAL INDUSTRY (and the subsequent collapse of my bonus for the year) as well as violence in the [my] motherland. So blogging took a backseat for a while.
There have been some positives during the last month though. FOOTBALL SEASON has arrived to save my Sundays until January. And the defending champion NY GIANTS are off to a 3-0 start. [Tho I have to say I’m really pissed that Monday Night Football is on ESPN and not a public channel. For cheap non-cable having bastards like me that is a huge blow. The weekly showcases should always be on public TV. I’m really sick of the big leagues selling out to the cable networks.]
I’ve also been real busy planning my trip to Turkey which is coming up in 2 weeks!! I’m so excited.
And I just can’t hide it.
AND I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, I WANT YOU [shut up it’s a fun song]
After my insane previous experience with it I am actually asking for more punishment by trying to rent out my apartment again. I put an ad up and got the typical idiotic responses from people saying things like, “Looks good. I take apartment. You said only available in October. I need for November to February. Where can I sign. Take check?”
I got another hit from a chick who I soon discovered was a 16 year old girl traveling internationally on her own but meeting friends here..code for ” if you give me the keys to your apartment I will turn it into the set of the newest lifetime movie entitled The Young and the Pregnant. No thanks sweetie. Not in my bed, Suzie.
But I’m talking now to an older couple who seem pretty legit, so wish me luck.
PS I’ll try to blog more often by making the posts shorter and more content-specific, so as to keep you fiends off my back about being lazy.
I was reading an old post (actually the last one but I’m a lazy bastard and my last post was almost 2 weeks ago) about how I always break or damage or lose my phones, and I was listing some examples of how these things happened. I mentioned that once my phone was run over by a truck. I began to recall that episode in my head. I remembered the truck being yellow, and fairly small. It had black dashes painted along the side and a lit sign on top with glowing numbers. The driver looked like one of the bad guys in True Lies.
It was a taxi cab. A small regular sized taxi cab.
Had I forgotten this minor detail? No and no. No I did not forget, and no this detail is not minor. But I didn’t lie on purpose, either. I was just writing, lost in my own thoughts and madly orchestrating my fingers to weave a web of words on my keyboard, tangled or otherwise. In my writing trance superfluous details such as facts are sometimes usually disregarded. I’m actually surprised that I didn’t go for a little more. If I could do it over, it would have read as follows:
So I was backwards-worming down the street and my brand new phone that I bought like 12 seconds ago slipped out of my pocket and onto the 10-lane highway. Cars were blazing by for almost a full minute, but amazingly my phone remained unscathed. When the light changed I forward-wormed back out onto the street to get it, but just then the train that runs above-ground in my neighborhood careened off the tracks and plummeted 50 feet right onto my motorola RAZR just as I was leaning in to scoop it up. I easily could have died and I would have (and according to many, should have) but fortunately (unfortunately according to those same aforementioned people who feel that I should have died) Arnold Schwarzenegger saw the train racing towards me through the air and charged and tackled me while yelling Get DoOoWn before his rabidly gutteral Austrian gargle was drowned out by the train exploding directly onto my cellphone. Luckily no one was hurt.
My version would be called “Little Falafel Boy”.
You see how I skillfully toe the line between reality and fantasy? This is a master at work here, folks. Here’s a tip for you newbie bloggers (upstart novelists, screenplay writers, journalists, court reporters, etcetera) — don’t over do it. Por ejemplo, I could have said that when I went back out onto the street to get my phone, I backwards-wormed, just like I did before when I was crossing the street. Yes, backwards-worming is more impressive. But if I was backwards-worming when I was walking down the street then naturally I would have to do the opposite whilst backtracking. Turning around just so that I could backwards-worm in the another direction would be just plain ridiculous. Furthermore, backwards-worming twice in a row would be so shockingly impressive that it would detract from the excitement of the derailed train (for those of you who disagree, SCREW YOU because you have clearly never seen me backwards worm). That’s why organized religion stinks — the scribes who wrote it just went way too far.
That’s just the name of the game folks. The blogosphere gets boring when people only wanna pretend to know about politics or regurgitate whatever they read in the paper that day. We gotta spice this shit up. My blogging name is Zuér. My real name is Leslie. See that? Sex[iness] sells. That’s why I put this picture of myself on my about page — I look dead sexy there, and if I didn’t you wouldn’t be reading this right now. FACT. You see how when you saw my picture you said to yourself, “god DA!mn this dude looks smokin hot”? That’s exactly what I was going for. And I got it. Why? Cuz I gives you what you want.
Here’s another fact — my blog audience has increased in size by 300% since I learned how to embellish (from 1 to 3 regulars). It’s elementary. Chapter 1 of How to be a Playa (which I also wrote).
On a serious note, I’m always honest in my blog other than when I’m going for a laugh. If you read this post and didn’t realize that it falls under this category, well, then, shame on me.
This was a delightfully painless Monday after a great weekend. Have a great week!
The summer is flyin by, and I’m not happy. Gotta make the most of it while we can, folks. Ive been trying to, but that’s only part of the reason why Ive been seriously slacking with the posts…believe it or not, Ive actually been busting my ass at work. Despite my best efforts to evade acknowledgment and remain anonymous in all aspects of the company other than the payroll, word got out that I actually exist and have the capacity to tackle a larger workload. Sons of bitches…
Here’s another patented ramble to update you on my life, and ruminations on everything relevant (to me) outside of it:
•Just back from a weekend down on the Jersey Shore, where I stayed at my friends awesome beach house. Saturday was a fucking monsoon and I got kicked out of the water because the sissy lifeguards were afraid of the raging lightening. Wimps. Sunday made up for it though…started the day early and got in plenty of sun, and my arabian skin did great under the pressure (I only used SPF 8 sunblock). Came back to work today lookin extra crispy, wearing white to accentuate the contrast, which made all the home-bodies in my office hate my guts. Mission accomplished.
•Reading Things Fall Apart right now. It was assigned in college but I Sparknote’d that biatch. My friend Andrew gave me a spare copy and I thought I should actually read it, being it’s a classic and I haven’t read any other books set in Africa. More to come on this. No spoilers, please.
•I lost my phone in a taxi after it fell out my pocket. No one called or tried to return it. I hate that. Ive found phones before and went to crazy lengths to get it back to the owner. Feels pretty crappy, cuz I know someone found it… Ah well, I have insurance cuz I know I always lose or damage my phones; the list is pretty impressive. I’ve dropped a phone down a sewer grate, in the toilet, in four feet of snow and couldnt find it, one fell on the street and got ran over by a truck…I could go on for a while. That’s why I am the only person in the world who has no interest in an iPhone…I know Im gonna lose that shit in a week. Not much of a gadget person anyway…long as I can make a phone call and it’s smaller than the one Zack Morris used to pull out of his ass in Saved By the Bell, then I’m all good.
•SPORTS. Ok, plenty of quick thought, cuz each is deserving of it’s own post… Brett Favre is a selfish bastard and the Packers are assholes for now declaring that he can compete for the starting QB job, after all this freaking talk about being committed to Aaron Rodgers. They totally gave in to this drama queen. They drafted Brian Brohm because Favre said for the 716th time that he was definitely hanging up his helmet. He put the Packers in such a bad spot, and for that reason alone they shouldve had the stones to move on. Federer is losing his #1 ranking, but is still the best player in the world. I think he’s gonna bounce back in a big way, and people are nuts for prematurely predicting his demise. Manny to the Dodgers is good for both teams. He is gonna play great there (a motivated Manny is the most dangerous hitter in the league), and the Red Sox dont deserve the negative backlash theyve gotten since the trade. That team won 2 championships because of team chemistry, and Manny gave up on them and called out management on a daily basis. Francona is the best skipper in the league and he needs respect from everyone in his clubhouse. They gave up a lot, but in getting Jason Bay and ridding themselves of a clubhouse cancer, theyre a contender that will only get better. Team USA basketball is looking great in their tuneups, and D-Wade is STRAIGHT UP NASTY. Do not sleep on this man!! He lost some luster in the eyes of many the last two years because of serious injuries, but somehow he looks more explosive than ever and has been their #1 highlight reel so far (and he’s a only sixth man). I’m not afraid to say it: USA Basketball is gonna dominate the Olympics. Write it down, bitches. Ron Artest to the Rockets? I’d be lying if I said I’m sure it’s gonna work, because Artest truly does deserve his rep as a headcase. But the conditions are as good as they can be, as he’s playing for a coach who he actually respects, in a system he can benefit from, will be asked to contribute offensively and handle the ball at times, which will make him happy since he’s always clamoring about not being utilized offensively, and Shane Battier can come off the bench as a top sixth man who can play multiple positions. The Rockets are my fav team after the Knicks, and, if by some strange turn of events the Knicks do not win a championship this year, I want the Rockets to go all the way. T-Mac is too damn good to never get out of the first round.
•McCain is a dirty bastard and his attack ads are ridiculous. Trying to knock Obama as a leader by comparing calling him a celebrity in the likes of Paris Hilton and Britney Spears? That shit is weak.
What a loser. Later y’all.
I was watching videos of George Carlin on youtube and man, that dude was a genius. RIP man. The great satirists just have a skill for cutting through the bullshit and explaining things to people in a way that not only makes sense, but is also funny as hell. And it’s not just about politics — it’s about all of the many forces and waves tugging at and crashing around us that try to move us, shape us, scare us so that they can then be the ones to comfort us, and turn us into sheep so that they can herd us into cages locked the second we let others think on our behalf.
But the greats like Carlin and Bill Maher and Jon Stewart clear the fog a bit. Not to say you should believe whatever it is that they say, but if you listen, youll notice that theyre not telling you what to believe, like your politicians, parents, teachers, and priests (rabbis/imams) do; theyre telling you to open up your eyes and start thinking for yourself.
Here are a few great clips i came across:
this one explains why I am a francophile:
More videos to come, but I have to leave the office before they make me do work.
1- Curse. Thats the beauty of curses — they are words that have a strong meaning, but theyre still just words. Observe: “Hey dude, FUCK YOU!” See? I expressed my rage, but I dont really wanna fuck the dude in question. And I put so much effort into the expressive FUCK YOU pose that I actually let off some steam there. Just dont curse out someone bigger than you…then it would cease being safe.
2- WORK OUT. When I started working for a big financial firm my brother advised me: “When you get stressed out, dont start using heroine, like most of your coworkers. Just go to the gym and take all the stress and channel it into your workout.” Seriously, Ive reached new limits at the gym by going when Im really pissed, and Im on the road to dieselness as a result. Thanks for making me work last Saturday, douche bag boss. Im gonna turn that into washboard abs, get really sexy, and screw your wife.
3- Call your best friend and ramble in a really loud voice about everything thats stressing you out. A good best friend will let you do 95% of the talking, interjecting only occasionally to express understanding or empathetic rage (e.g. “What, she really did that?? Youre right, she is a fucking whore!”). Keep going until youre exhausted and youll find yourself able to conclude the call by saying, yea this fuckin sucks but, whatever dude, I guess shit happens. And isnt that the goal of venting? I think it is.
4- WRITE. I was gonna include this as a variation of #3 because writing can be a form of rambling, but writing is different in a way because it takes longer and, most importantly, it’s tangible. You can see what youve written, read it over, and edit it. Editing it is really important because it can be a slow process, and reviewing your rambled writing really forces you to think conscientiously about what youre feeling. Taking care to memorialize your thoughts can be incredibly therapeutic. The final draft often coincides with a feeling of closure, and you can move on after that. Blogs are a great option. Some prefer writing with their own blood on the doors of people that broke their hearts. Either works fine. (Crap I forgot that these are supposed to be safe ways…that’s really limiting. Ok…use fake blood…or ketchup. But trust me, it’s not as effective.)
5- CHOKE A PUPPY. Preferably a small one. A poodle perhaps. YES!…Im just imagining myself walking in the ritzy Upper East Side and jumping one of those filthy rich snooty ladies, pulling the pure bred groomed poodle out of her $2000 leather bag and choking it until its tail stops wagging. Wow thats already cheering me up, and Im not even stressed out! This method IS safe (for you, not the puppy) as long as the poodle doesnt have sharp teeth and the lady doesnt have pepper-spray.
Ok FINE #5 is not a good way to vent, but I forgot what #5 was supposed to be and I cant remember for the life of me.
Im open to suggestions.