i'm all words

this blog, i just noticed, has been more pictures than words lately. so this morning, i'll be all words and no pictures.

well, maybe some. sorry, i just can't resist showing pictures. maybe it's just me but i think pictures can speak more than words. that's why i draw

another reason for many not very interesting entries lately is that my life has been deprived of fun this whole week, mainly because of the two midterms for philosophy that has to be finished by this saturday before midnight. now, let's recap that. for one class, i have to write fourteen esssays to get a C. just a C and i have to work THAT hard. writing these fourteen essays wouldn't have been bad had those questions be something i can just BS. apparently i've used up my luck somewhere last week, because these are questions that tests whether i've been keeping up with the readings or not. i'm supposed to read four books and so far i've read one. well, after the all nighter tonight, i finished another one. but i've still got two more books to read in order for me to answer the last five questions. ack.

and that's just one class. the other class, i have to write ten essays for the midterm, PLUS another four essays that are supposed to be weekly essays. i was talking about this with sam earlier, what the hell happened to these teachers? the way kristin put it was "what crawled up their asses and died there?" so sam and i had a nice little discussion on what might have happened to these crazy community college teacher, and we agreed on one thing: it is more likely than not that they haven't been getting enough action in the bed for the past three months; i bet it's been all begging and no action. speaking of survival of the fittest and tendency to procreate.

on a side note, NO ONE SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO MAKE A WEBSITE WITH ALL BLUE BACKGROUND AND ALL WHITE TEXT WITHOUT ANY PICTURE. i was reading this on nature vs nurture, which i need to answer a question on the midterm, and suddenly hunger struck. so i went to the kitchen to fix myself up some rice, leftover sesame chicken and peking pork, and another mug of coffee since i intend to pull another allnighter tonight. took me about 10 minutes to do, including bathroom breaks and a little accidents here and there with the microwave and the pyrex pot i used to boil water, but i got myself an early breakfast. so i brought this mug of coffee with the plate of food to my computer and about 10 feet away from the monitor, i was shocked. holy crap. the blue screen of death. the first time in two years, and RIGHT when i forgot to save my two-page essay i've been working on the past 4 hours. the song by that one punk band that my sister always listens to ran in my head, "god must hate me he cursed me for eternity." but then i realized. it's just the website. even maaya sakamoto was still singing "tune the rainbow." that stupid website almost killed me with a heart attack at 4 am in the morning. the use of blue background and white text like that should be banned forever. what if i were a 90-year old man on the verge of death?

i just finished chugging down that last bottle of vodka.

wait,

i'm home.

i don't have a bottle of vodka.

oh well, it must have been the coffee then. i think i'd need a couple more mugs before i can function correctly.

what is wrong with this house? in winter, it's cold like the northpole. in summer, it's hot like las vegas. if those places ever get too crowded, just send the tourists here. it's the same weather, only no strippers and prostitutes. something unexpected that i've been expecting happened today: the temperature inside this house is 7°F higher than the outside temperature. i was literally baking brownies on the carpet. i miss SD weather. sam kept rubbing it in my face that the temperature down there doesn't go higher than 80. here it doesn't get lower than 95.

when you have money and thinking about buying a house, think wisely. when the agent takes you to check out a house and you see a mountain close to it and your spouse goes "woo, mountain, pretty. i like this, i feel close to nature," DRAG HER AWAY IMMEDIATELY. if necessary, bribe the agent to talk shit about the house. trust me, if you don't do that, in the summer you'll see a three-mile long ants line all around your house, spiders occupying every corner of the ceiling, cobwebs on items you FREQUENTLY use, flies swarming you during daytime, and mosquitos swarming you during nighttime. it's not pleasant, i'm telling you. PLUS, mountain weather sucks. go to the beach. if you ever get a stroke, it'll be because of hot girls running around in bikinis, not HEAT.

read an interesting line in steven pinker's the blank slate: "monkey see, monkey do." then my disfunctional mind rhymed it instantly: "monkey throw poo." which relates to the experience of a friend of mine who got poo thrown at him by monkeys in the zoo. fortunately for him the hostile monkeys were behind glass cage.

also read this interesting passage in the same book, page 349:
in a famous case study, an eight-month-old boy lost his penis in a botched circumcision (not by a mohel, i was relieved to learn, but by a bungling doctor). his parents consulted the famous sex researcher john money, who had maintained that "nature is a political strategy of those committed to maintaining the status quo of sex differences." he advised them to let the doctors castrate the baby and build him an artificial vagina, and they raised him as a girl without telling him what had happened. i learned about the case as an undergraduate in 1970s, when it was offered as proof that babies are born neuter and acquire a gender from the way they are raised. a new yorks times article from the era reported that brenda (now bruce) "has been sailing contentedly through childhood as a genuine girl." the facts were suppressed until 1997, when it was revealed that from a young age brenda felt that she was a boy trapped in a girl's body and gender role. she ripped off frilly dresses, rejected dolls in favor of guns, preferred to play with boys, and even insisted on urinating standing up. at fourteen she was so miserable that she decided either to live her life as a male or to end it, and her father finally told her the truth. she underwent a new set of operations, assumed a male identity, and today is happily married to a woman.

now i really wanted to tell some government officials who run metal detector around my groin that i have a steel penis. steel penis that stays hard 24/7. oh yeah, baby.