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|Thursday, July 29th, 2010|
...sure could use a cup of coffee...
|Wednesday, January 28th, 2009|
Culture shock is when your fingers get mixed up typing something on a keyboard because the keyboards have different key placement in a different country.
|Wednesday, February 20th, 2008|
this is the coolest thing I've seen all day: http://www.cddb.com/map/
In Iran, theyre digging on Pink Floyd, Celine Dion, Darjush, Chris De Burgh, Yanni (hahaha), Hayedeh, Moein, Metallica, Ebi, and the Gipsy Kings.
I'm really digging on the thought of all those fuct accents singing along to music in English...
|Sunday, November 25th, 2007|
I'm rather astounded by the exacting beauty of the way the views of the Papacy were expressed.
Pope Innocent III chastised and then ex-communicated the Venetian and Frankish Crusaders of the Fourth Crusade for their siege and sack of Zara, a Christian city on the Dalmatian coast with:
"...For behold, gold has been changed to a base metal and the silver has almost completely rusted, since, departing from the purity of your plan, you have turned in envy from the path, as though you have withdrawn your hand from the plow and have looked back with Lot's wife..."
I'm no Bible-thumper and I've a vague notion of who this Lot character is, but that bit about the rust and base metal is expressive in a way that's lost nowadays. When I look up the Lot reference, I'm willing to bet I'll like it even more.
Yeah, tell me something like that that and I'll cover your drinks some future evening.
|Monday, January 8th, 2007|
|the beer drinking tour of Germany
So far in Germany, I have had two nights where there were major problems with my memory of the previous night.
The first time was New Years Day; my first spoken words of the new year were "hey d00d, where the fuck are we?"
The second time was second of two nights I was in Munich. I distinctly remember going to sleep in the proper bed, but woke up in a room across the hall from the room I rented a bed in... Someone slammed a door at about 5 in the morning, I sat up straight in bed and hollered out "What happened?!" and then realize that the rooms(punctuation is fuct out here) cupboard is in the wrong place... I swing my legs out of the bunk and jump down, and wander out to the hall and wander back into the proper room and bed and fall back asleep. My cousin has no idea what happened which ended up with me in another hostel room but inquired as to the the physical state of my asshole which incidentally, felt whole.
So far the most proper beers I have had the privilege of drinking in the Deutschland have been the Vetters dark Hefeweizen (you mufukkas are all saying it wrong) and the Vetters 33... 33 refers to the stammwurtze, which is something related to the thickness of the beer, or the resistance the beer has towards the force of gravity. The Vetters 33 is probably about 19% alcohol, something like a beer port, a dessert beer... its served in a .2 liter glass, and is definitely meant to be a sipping beer. Vetters is in old-town Heidelberg, and you would do well to hit it up if you ever find yourself thirsty in Heidelberg.
Tomorrow, a trainride to Amsterdam is on the agenda. This will be my first trip to Amsterdam and I hope to remember every single moment that I possibly can.
Last semester, I pulled off a 3.7 or so GPA.
Two B+s, One A-, and 2 As... DEANS LIST BABY! Not too shabby for my braindead self; I am quite satisfied. One of my instructors even sent me an invitation to TA for her next semester, I am still thinking this over.
Currently, I am drinking a half liter of Becks in a hostel intarnet cafe in Koln, I think its time to find a proper brauhaus, so bye.
ICC ueber alles.
|Thursday, January 4th, 2007|
|Tuesday, April 25th, 2006|
|Tuesday, August 30th, 2005|
FUCK THE READING
... that's what George Carlin would say, yeah.
|Monday, December 8th, 2003|
Jeremy hooked me up with the awesome link of old jungle-before-it-started-to-suck heaven.
He's probably going to be avoiding me now, since I owe him a big wet kiss.
|Sunday, November 2nd, 2003|
|Friday, October 31st, 2003|
ok so I'm tired of watching movies for this *^)&*$# film class.
I don't mean that in the way that I'm not enjoying some of the movies. The one I am watching now is particularly good, directed by Wong Kar-Wai, and starring Faye Wong, an HK superstar singer. She's cute in a mischieviously elfin way.
This movie makes me miss HK.
When I was out there, I had a temp job working as a doorman for a fairly upscale club in Lan Kwai Fong district called '97'... I think to commemorate the year the Brits ceded control of HK to China.
It was hot and humid as hell and I was having a rough night since it was so crowded. People in line were going nuts, and I was going nuts right back at them. I got used to getting dirty looks since I cared more about keeping my boss happy with the way things were going outside.
One lady was getting particularly crazy... she looked familiar too and I couldn't figure out why.
'MOVE LADY, OVER THERE'
A few people looking on started laughing at this interaction between us...
Anyways a while later the crowd had died down quite a bit, and my ex came outside with a beer for me and had a smoke.
She started laughing and asked me if I knew who I had snubbed outside during the night. I didn't know much about HK pop culture so all I could mutter was 'who?'
It turns out it was Faye Wong, used to getting the royal treatment when she went out. And she looked familiar because her face was on billboards ads all over. and on tv. and in magazines.
So yeah, I felt pretty dumb, but my ex thought it was hilarious, and my boss didn't really seem to care one way or another.
Faye Wong rules. So does Wong Kar-Wai.
And I miss HK. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Thursday, October 16th, 2003|
|Wednesday, October 8th, 2003|
So I voted against the governator, and against the recall as well. I'm glad a lot of my friends voted as well, they have not in the past...
I think our governator is an excellent terminator, and good in movies with guns, but is prolly going to be an incompetent as our top state politician.
However, money talks, and if I can score another job where I can play video games instead of work, and smoke pot whenever I please in the workplace, then for me, the economy is improving, and then, I will start to support the guvernator.
'til then th0, I'm saving up for an arsenal for the day when we rise against the machines. Current Mood: sick
|Monday, October 6th, 2003|
James Brown is blaring from tiny speakers, telling me I need to get up, get on up. I got up at 1 am, and I'm not happy about it. Still, James Brown is tha MAN.... th0 I'm sure he doesn't need my opinion to validate that fact.
|Saturday, July 19th, 2003|
|Monday, June 23rd, 2003|
|500/500... hahahah BETTER 600/500
Barry Bonds rules, literally.
See, the Dodgers and Giants are playing, and it's the bottom of the 11th inning, the score is 2/2. The Dodgers have just put in Gagne as their closer, and Bonds is leading off. He is walked, after a couple of lame pitches that were aimed behind his knees...
Galarraga is up next, and Bonds steals second... SB #500. Amen. He takes the base and saves it and they replace second base.
Galarraga strikes out, which brings up Benito. First pitch is a split finger fastball which Benito takes a swing at, and drives it in between 3rd and short, base hit! Bonds takes off, hits 3rd, and heads home...
|Wednesday, June 11th, 2003|
in politics, whee
Flowers are rad, thanx you guys!
|Monday, June 2nd, 2003|
|'wanna buy my sexfreak?'
oh fuck you livejournal, I got half an entry written and you go and fuck it all up.
It's 5 am and I guess I'll go for take 2.
My hair's getting too shaggy for comfort or looks, and I'm too broke to get a proper haircut at Miki's salon as I'd like to. I think I will probably get the clippers out sometime this week and shave my head, after all it is the beginning of summer.
I weigh in at 162 lbs. this is great, I've gained 12 lbs since I started actively trying to gain weight and get some muskles going.
I did nothing Friday night. I knew Saturday night would take a lot out of me, and I feel like I'm getting old.
The cops came and busted our party on Saturday night. As far as busts go, it went pretty well. The sound wasn't confiscated and no one got arrested
as far as I know.
When the cops came, we were aware of it before they got to the main party area. I ran back to tell Dina to shut the sound off, and it's odd that the phrase 'please shut the sound off' will actually make it happen, like that *snap*. Too bad we couldn't start it back up.
We cleaned up the slight bit of party mess, and lugged the sound back.
Well, Saturday/Sunday was still pretty fun, it was great to hang out with Nicomon before he left for home for the summer, and Mark was down from GV as well. They were clowning on jungle, saying 'best to get the jungle out of the way before the real music starts'. bah, ya fuckin techno snobs, jungle uber alles. I got my musical fix on anyways.
I slept a bit at the afterparty, and woke up to go have Thai food at the Thai Temple in Berkeley with Nico, Tina and Laura. I could sit there and eat all day long, if they let me... I probably put away 2 lbs of Pad Thai and rice with stuff onnit, and probably made my friends sick with my gluttony. I was hungry though, and fighting a hangover from 3 40's of Miller High Life. I think the award for most ghetto drink of the night would be a tie between me with my champagne of beers, and Dina with her Bud tallcans. After the food, and the mood enhancement thereof, we ended up lazing around People's Park. There was a fatwhiteguy in a pink Unitard walking around making a complete ass of himself.
Some things he said:
'wanna buy my sexfreak?'
'yeah you fuckface'
Wotta vocabulary. One of the things I love and hate about Berkeley is all the people who are lost in druggieland, acting out their trips.
I meant to go home and take a shower and work out, but I ended up just showering and deciding on a nap... which turned into major sleep. I dreamed about cute girls and medievil Japan. Current Mood: okay
|Thursday, May 22nd, 2003|
|how to insult someone in Japanese
Ikareponch = you're saying something dumb
Atama pa = shut the fuck up, you're feeble minded
Fuzaketakoto o yu na = quit talking nonsense
Ikareteru yo = you're a bit daft. Current Mood: amused
|Monday, May 19th, 2003|