08.12.08
Posted in , Travel at 4:30 am by Administrator
Last time I was in New York I was 11 years old. We just stopped shortly on our way to visit an aunt in Connecticutt. And since my parents are no fun, we didn’t do sightseeing. Well, last week I spent 5 glorious days in the big apple. I must admit that now I feel a bit dissapointed at Miami’s single line metrorail system when compared to New York’s gargantuan (if such word is appropriate) subway network. Oh yes, the dam subway in which I got lost several times. Well, I took the wrong line and ended in Brooklyn, Harlem or Queens a few times, but atleast not in Long Island or New Jersey.
I was advised to take the famous sightseeing bus with the annoying guides explaining everything. Being the urban adventurer that I am, I gave that idea the boot and instead I took the subway to a certain location and then did a bit of foot reconnaissance. Doing this, I got a better feel of the neighborhoods instead of on board a bus like if in a safari. I trekked across the Upper West and East Side, Tribeca, Soho, Chelsea and Greenwich Village. I missed Little Italy and Chinatown (next time). I noticed that Manhattan has many Asian-Americans and white Liberal Hipsters/ along with the other New York ethnic groups: Italian, Puerto Rican, African-American, Irish and Jewish. Mind you I couldn’t visit the other boroughs. My friend Joseph who is spending the summer in his native Brooklyn, disconnected his phone. He would have been a perfect guide. At press time, he still is up there. Joseph is always saying that women in New York are far friendlier than in Miami and are more open to his odd pick-up style.
On my first day in New York, I visited the Empire State Building. after reaching the 83rd or 89th floor platform, the bastards that work there says that we can go to 102nd floor for a small fee. Why didn’t they fucking tell us this info downstairs? Then I would have said “screw the 89th floor, I’m goin’ straight to 102nd”. Still the view was nice. Times Square was pretty cool. I’m still in shock that cars actually respect pedestrians and don’t try to kill you. By the way, Times Square is full of Chinese artists who charge only $5.00 for a black and white portrait. Talk about driving down the price and killing the competition. A $10.00 portrait is cheap as is. But $5.00 is simply too little. The other artists need to make a living too. But alas, that was one of the few cheap things in New York. Decent food was expensive. I survived mostly on hot dogs, pretzels, burgers and pizza slices. When I found a kind of cheap buffet on 34th street, I totally stuffed myself….I’ll tell you next article about the MET.
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07.22.08
Posted in , Life & Arts at 9:55 pm by Administrator
I’m a huge movie fanatic. I can sit there all day, watch movies and vegetate. OK, I do have to go outside and exercise, work, go to class, etc. Any case, movies are my second love. As a kid I only watched cartoon and children’s movies. When I was a pre-teen, I refused to see anything that wasn’t action. A movie had to feature “Ahnold”, Sylvester Stallone, Steven Seagal, Bruce Willis, Van Damme or Chuck Norris (him too) for me to watch it. Some B movies with lesser known actors were pretty good, like “Never Surrender Never Retreat” (I wonder what ever happened to Loren Avedon?). Eventually I found some stuff odd. Van Damme started showing his ass 24/7, I realized that Stallone talked like a dumb-ass, Arnold could take on a whole army and come out unscathed (funny, the villain in “Commando” dressed like he was into bondage and S&M and resembled Freddie Mercury).
During the mid 90s, I became a fan of dramas. I considered oscars as a measure of film quality. If a film has 8 nominations, it MUST be incredible. Then I saw how political the whole process was, more like a popularity contest. Julia Roberts beat Ellen Burstyn for lead actress in 2000? Gwyneth Paltrow has an Oscar, but Judi Dench doesn’t? “Ordinary People”, better than “Raging Bull”? Stanley Kubrick never won? The Academy has a preference for epics and dramas over noirs, thrillers or anything too challenging to the viewer. It’s similar to voting for the nicest politician, not the most capable one (oh shit, perfect metaphor!).
Later, I got into film festivals like Cannes, Sundance, Toronto, Berlin, San Sebastian, Venice and Stockholm. Many people say that Sundance has become commercialized. Robert Redford was constipated over Britney Spear’s presence at the festival, circa 2000. Spears, ever so eloquently, said she liked the movies, but she had to think to understand them, a difficult task for her. While film festivals have quality films, after viewing several winners, I think the voters tend to prefer the odder film as opposed to the best one. European cinema can certainly produce gems, but I don’t think that Lars Von Trier’s ouvre qualifies. “The 400 Blows” didn’t impress me either (”Breathless ” was much better).
During my Oscar period, I was in Blockbuster renting movies 24/7. With their plan, rents were half price on Mondays. Then I found NetFlix, which sends you films in the mail. They don’t have late fees, which is perfect for me. NetFlix is good for folks who prefer American independent films, documentaries, foreign films and maverick directors. I’ve seen some pretty good films that never received much press. Right now, my NetFlix queue has 488 films. I’ll finish the list in 2010 probably, by then, I might have added more movies.
Around 2005, I found the International Movie Database website. This site has information on films, actors, directors, producers, trivia, quotes, biographies, message boards, everything a film buff can wish for. After a while I became an expert in useless movie trivia; I knew all the quotes from ”The Godfather”, which director hated which actor and the hidden themes in “Point Break’. Mind you, I went to a movie trivia qualification event for “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?” and I failed most of the 25 questions. One of them asked me to name the star of “Bye Bye Birdie”. The fuck I know, I’m only 27.
I decided to parlay my writing abilities into film criticism. You can post your movie reviews on the IMDB website and NetFlix.com. I hate that shit when a movie comes out and you see the commercials saying things like, ’Riveting’ according to the Kansas City Register, “It had me on the edge of my seat” according to Newsweek. Then you go see the movie and it’s utter crap. You feel like asking for your money back (truth is I only go to the theater if I’m on a date). So I’m writing reviews and trying to give brutally honest opinions. While not everyone has the same taste, I’ll try to be as objective as possible. I’ve written reviews for “Amelie” (loved it), “Empire” (stupid), “The Ice Storm” (overrated) and “Panic in Needle Park” (good but unknown). By the end of the month, I’ll probably have 100 reviews and a new hobby. Maybe then the Miami New Times can offer me a paying gig.
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06.17.08
Posted in at 7:26 pm by Administrator
In case you’ve been sleeping, un-aware of the news or watching too much American Idol, a show which I boycott, it turns out a group of divers were visiting a reef in Indonesia. The current carried them away from their boat. They either waded or swam to the nearest island which happened to be the lovely Rinca. Rinca is mountainous and full of palm trees, coconuts, beaches and Komodo Dragons. These are not the evil fire-breathing beasts of European medieval culture. These reptiles are Monitor lizards that have undergone a process known as island gigantism. With no other powerful predator to compete with for food, the Komodo Dragons have all they can get. This includes Wild Boar (roast pork), deer (veil?…oh shit Bambi), Water Buffalo (baby back ribs) and even carrion(McDonalds?). Their size has evolved to be between 6 and 10 feet long while reaching weights of 300 lbs. The ones found in zoos, like most zoo animals, are a bit obese in comparison.
Dragon: “Shit I’ve been drinkin too much Heineken”
The European divers included 3 British nationals, a Swede and a Frenchman. Experts divers that they were, they somehow were pushed by the current miles away from their boat. I wonder if that is common for so called “experts”. I mean, didn’t they see the 2003 movie Open Water ? They were extremely lucky not be attacked by the various creatures which inhabit the warm and treacherous Indonesian waters. Truth is, the ocean between New Guinea and Northern Australia has Salt Water Crocs, Sharks, Sting Rays, poisonous Sea Snakes, deadly Jellyfish and the occasional swimming Tiger. I ain’t fucking getting near the water if I’m in the area, not even if you pay me a million dollars and offer me a mansion full of sex servants that resemble Jessica Biel or Salma Hayek.
After wading to Rinca, the divers encountered the cuddly Komodo Dragons, armed with razor sharp teeth, powerful claws and a tail that can knock down a full grown deer. While their bite might not kill a large mammal, the resulting infection most certainly will. Komodo Dragons have septic saliva, which is full of bacteria, to which the Dragon is immune. This means that yellow fever and malaria can’t hurt the Dragon. Hell, they can probably resist nuclear fallout. And yes, scientists are studying the creatures’ adaptations.
“You talking to me. You talkin to me. Who the fuck you think you’re talking to!”
The divers said they threw rocks and their diving belts at a Komodo Dragon which got too close for comfort on the beach. I’m not sure if that was a smart decision. The best option is to run, but not into the water because Komodo Dragons are also good swimmers (another dangerous marine animal). The Dragon tried to eat the diving belts. It might get massive indigestion. They usually regurgitate bones, hoofs and horns from it’s prey. Anacondas on other hands can digest anything, but that’s another story altogether. The divers avoided more contact with the Dragons and were rescued by the Indonesian Coast Guard (if such thing exists). On several online boards, some folks said that they should have fed the Frenchman to the Dragon. Others were surprised that the Frenchman didn’t surrender to the Dragon. As funny as the Dragon encounter sounded, we shouldn’t make fun of a story like this, lest we also end up shipwrecked on a Dragon-infested island.
“Oh sorry, did I disturb your concentration?”
Actually, funny was the Phil Bronstein Komodo Dragon attack. Bronstein, a San Francisco Chronicle editor, for a time was Sharon Stone’s husband (I’d be angry if everyone had seen my wife’s cooch on the big screen). He was at the zoo and the handlers invited him to tour the inside of the Komodo Dragon enclosure (is this common procedure?). The handler asked Bronstein to take off his white sneakers which might excite the Dragon. White shoes resemble white rats, another delicacy enjoyed by our reptile friend. Somehow Bronstein’s foot looked crunchy to the Dragon and the poor guy was bit. But they quickly took him to the hospital and saved his foot. Lesson of the story kids: never go into a Komodo Dragon’s enclosure. As a matter of fact never go into any wild animals habitat, because you will become lunch.
“Get these fat bitches off of me!”
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06.09.08
Posted in , Sports at 7:22 pm by Administrator
Turns out, I have joined many different Critical Mass-type groups that are posted on Meetup.com and other websites. There is a group for every hobby imaginable (though I still have not found one for Parkour). You name it. From bowling, rollerblading, to knitting, to mechanics enthusiasts. I joined groups for tri-ahtletes, runners, cyclists and kayakers. It’s an interesting way to meet people with similar hobbies and do some social networking.
The bike ride group has sent me several messages about meet-ups, but they always pick dates when I’m already busy. A kayak group sent me a message about a meet-up and it fit with my schedule. We met late Tuesday afternoon at Matheson Hammock park. Earlier, I had gone to a job interview in the area around Miami Metro Zoo. I don’t usually drive all the way down there, worse now with these shit gas prices. I met with “Fred” and “Jack”. Fred was in his early 40s and looked a bit rugged. Jack was in his late 20s like me. Fred has a large collection of kayaks and I rented one from him (some people collect porn, others collect kayaks). I had only kayaked twice before at Oleta River State Park, but had got the hang of it. Fred’s kayaks were the close feet ones, where only your torso, head and arms stick out. As I later discovered, they are also less stable in water.
Eight people were supposed to show up, but in the end it was only us three. No women, which sucks for me. So we went out kayaking. I hadn’t kayaked in this area which is the coastline along Pinecrest and Palmetto Bay. It is mostly mangroves, dotted with mansions (no poor people allowed). 50 yards from the shore, the water is still shallow, averaging between 4 and 6 feet in depth. Marine shrubs and other plants are easily visible. The waves are small but when you’re on a kayak, even small waves feel like they’re going to turn you over. Another funny thing was that as hard as I paddled, my kayak seemed to be veering out towards the far ocean. Fred said it had to do with the wind. Turns out that my kayak was about 10 pounds heavier. Gee, thanks, Fred.
Fred and Jack were expert hard-core, no-fear, all guts and glory type kayakers. Along the coastline we paddled south. After reaching a mangrove area, we paddled inland through a swampy section with several narrow and shallow canals and reached Chapman pond, before going back. The whole trip back and forth was 12 miles!! 12 fucking miles!! Thank God I’m in good shape. Anyone expecting 2 or 3 miles would have had gone into cardiac arrest. They’re lucky I’m not an attorney. Anyway, I kept up as best I could, usually 20 or so yards behind the supermen.
Along the way the way I get stuck in a sandbar and discover the energy consuming task of paddling your way out of a few inches of water inside a 50 pound kayak. By this time, it’s around 8pm or later. The coastline is dark with few lights. I start hearing a splash here and there along the water, probably fish. Fred and Jack start talking about how sting rays and little sharks swim around this area. Oh crap! Sting rays are passive, but they can kill a person with their spike if they feel threatened (Steve Irwin, RIP). And sharks, well, I don’t care if it’s 2 feet long. Those motherfuckers have teeth that can tear off your hand easily. I become paranoid and paddle faster. I can’t see anything through the water and the trip seems eternal. My arms feel like they’re going to fall off. I can’t take a break because then the kayak feels like it going to tip over, which isn’t good in these sting ray and little-shark infested waters. I have to tough it out. Be competitive, no breaks, no stops. Finally we reach the pier. The ironmen mention that this is a short trip for them. They usually do 20 miles or more. Oh, well. Whatever. The trip wasn’t bad, but in the future, I’ll kayak at Key Biscayne or Oleta River State park where I can do it at my own pace.
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05.26.08
Posted in , Trashy at 6:22 pm by Administrator
My Match.com profile had been inactive for a while and I logged in to search for “hunnies”. I got a message from a girl identifying herself as Jaimey Daniel. Her profile stated that she was 28, lived in Daytona Beach, basic stats, but no picture. She tells me to contact her through her Yahoo messenger. We exchange messages. She says she lives in a city called Port Orange, close to Daytona. She likes dogs, walks on the beach (who doesn’t?) and cooking. She sends me pictures, she is very attractive and exotic looking. I am suspicious that she might be some web-cam girl, since attractive girls don’t need to meet people online. Then again, she does live in Port Orange where the nightlife must be stultifying.
I download Yahoo Messenger. We chat for like 2 hours about relationships, food, music, etc. She doesn’t give specific information like which bands she worships. She says she is birracial, with Britsh and African ancestry which would explain her exotic look. She studied marketing but works in her aunt’s clothing store. She says her father is deceased. We’re hitting it off and I have no reason whatsoever to feel suspicious.
The next day I log on again. After a few minutes, she mentions that she is out of the country but will be flying back soon. When I inquire what country, she says Nigeria. I become apprehensive; then she says she had gone to the airport. Authorities were charging her $600.00 to leave the country, which she didn’t have. Her plane ticket cost $1000.00 with KLM Airlines. She asked if I could wire her the $600.00. She would pay me back when she returned. I’m on the verge of exploding since just a day earlier, I thought I was chatting with a real person in North Florida, not a fucking scammer in Nigeria, who probably wasn’t even female. Instead of logging off, I decided to do some police work.
I promised to send her/him the money. She/he/it asked me to send it through Western Union and gave me a name and address. I logged off. I googled articles on scamming and con artists. They were trying to pull off a romance scam on me, where the scammer poses as an attractive woman and asks the victim for money, while promising to travel to the victim’s country for romance or sex. Many men had fallen victim to this scam. Either they’re naive and stupid or they must be really lonely. Another vulnerable group are people in missionary related non-profits. If they hear a tear jerking story they’ll send money right away, believing they are acting as good christians.
I enter the phrase “Jaimey Daniel scam” in google. I find a website about scammers which talks about these tricks and describes their methods and conversations which sound eerily similar to my case. The “girls” are vague about their interests, they commit odd spelling and grammar mistakes. They’re also over-eager to meet you. Jaimey’s info appears; she/he has tried to pull this scam several times in the past 2 years. Jaimey had created fake profiles on several dating websites. Her pictures along with those of several other scammers had been taken from the website of a modeling agency in Hawaii (that would explain the exotic looks). I went to the agency’s website and there was the real person who is actually called Jaime Y. Con artists in Africa and Europe were using the model’s pictures. The agency had posted a notice stating that they were aware of, but had no connection to these scammers. Oddly enough, I felt bad for these models. That’s a first.
I called Yahoo’s customer service along with Match.com to report this scammer that way they can block and/or terminate their accounts. The representatives heard my story but from their tones I could tell they could give a rat’s ass about it. I found out financial crimes were handled by the U.S. Secret Service. After 20 minutes on the phone and no answer, I gave up. Shit, unless the scammers steal over a million dollars, nobody gives a fuck! I logged back on to Yahoo messenger and of course, “Jaimey” was there waiting. When she asked me how much money I had sent I responded that I had sent zero dollars and cents. I also said that I knew she/he was a scammer and had reported it to Yahoo and Match.com. I insulted the mother fucker several times too. They were taking me for an idiot. I told her/him to stop using the real Jaime’s pictures, to stop being a dick and get a real job. After my tirade they answer back saying they’re not a scammer, that they’re the real Jaimey and they’re in grave danger. Like I give a fuck. Anyway, guys out there, screw the internet, it’s better to stick to the bar when meeting women beacause if it’s too good to be true, it ain’t true.
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05.09.08
Posted in , Life & Arts at 6:22 pm by Administrator
Radiohead was in South Florida on Monday, May 5th, and I missed them. Why? Well, the concert was held at the South Florida Fairgrounds. This place has been variously known as the Mars Music Amphitheatre, Sound Advice Amphitheatre and now Cruzan Amphitheatre. Can’t they stick to one fucking name? My hate affair with this venue goes back several years. In 2000, I made the mistake of rushing to buy tickets for a Red Hot Chili Peppers & Foo Fighters joint concert at the aformentioned cursed by myself venue. I assumed they were playing at the Bank Atlantic Center in Sunrise. Then, I found out this place was in West Palm Beach, almost 2 hours away. And there was no way my thundering 85′ Chrysler would make the trip. With no friends going either, I had to sell the tickets.
Fast forward to 2003. Pearl Jam came to South Florida and performed at the damn venue. For $40 dollars, I saw Eddie Vedder from 400 feet away. I was more irritated than Hugh Hefner at the BBW convention. I like seeing my bands up close, less than 10 feet away. Granted I must push my way through tons of sweaty people and those drug-addled ones in the mosh pit. But it’s worth it!! That’s what I always do at concerts held at Bicentennial Park. But at Cruzan you must pay like $70 dollars to do that. And there is no mosh pit! I was in the lawn area, which was muddy as hell, as it had rained cats and dogs earlier.
Around August 2003, Lollapalooza was re-ignited, if only for 1 year. And the tour included Jane’s Addiction, Audioslave, Incubus, The Donnas. Just awesome. But where did they come to? Cruzan Amphitheatre. Since my internet dial-up connection loads 56 kb a month, I had to buy tickets at the box office at Cruzan. After a long drive, I discover that the best tickets are sold out and I can only buy tickets for the lawn area, 400 feet away. Well, the only advantage this time was that there was plenty of people smoking a doobie in this area. Oh, and no mud! This was the last good rock concert to come to South Florida for a while, if you exclude OzzFest the year Black Sabbath reunited.
My question is, why do promoters hold concerts up there? For those of us who live in Miami-Dade County it is a hell of a long drive and with these glorious gas prices we’re fucked! Yeah, I know. Miami is all reggaeton, hip-hop and Spanish music, according to the industry know-it-alls. Our local rock stations are powerless. Funny is, when concerts have been held at Bicentennial Park or Bayfront Amphitheatre, they’re always full. Well, I’ll wait 5 years until Radiohead comes again or maybe catch them in another city. They don’t seem to be threatening to break up. They’re like the Stones, keep playing til we’re 80.
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05.04.08
Posted in , Sports at 5:58 am by Administrator
In late March, I attended a Miami Heat-Dallas Mavericks game at the American Airlines Arena. I hadn’t attended a game since 2002-03, which was one of our worst seasons. I always said to myself that the Heat would improve and I would be in the front row (if I could afford those seats). Well, between being extremely busy, negligence and procrastination, I just never had a chance to go back to a game. During the 2006 title run, I was so busy with classes, I didn’t even notice we were that good until the Heat made it to the finals. By then, all the tickets had been snatched up by bandwagon jumpers.
Now things are different. Shaq just left, Zo might retire, Eddie Jones and his bloated contract also left, Wade is injured. Then Shawn Marion is injured too. I didn’t exactly expect the Heat to be in championship form. But what I saw at this particular game I attended was pitiful. At half time, the Mavs are ahead by 30 points and the Heat simply gave up. Jason Wiliams and Udonis Haslem are benched. They are replaced by reserve players which Pat Riley never, ever allows on the paint, like Chris Quinn and Alexander Johnson. Of course, the Mavs see that the Heat gave up and they also send Nowitzki to the bench. Finally the Mavs win by…30 points. Well, the Heat just gave up entirely on the game. Why don’t they just bend over and take it up the ass, while we’re at it. What happened to dying with your boots on, or fighting to the last man? Thank God, Riley never pulled off these disgusting displays of ineptitude during the Heat-Knicks rivalry. Riley shouldn’t stoop to these levels, he is not incompetent like Isaiah Thomas. I felt like asking for my money back, then again I was in the $10.00 seats. By the way, I didn’t recall the American Airlines Arena being so huge. You can’t see shit from the 4th level, the players look like ants. But the place is nice. And of course, the Heat dancers are fine, not that any of those bitches would ever pay attention to me. More on that later.
Well, it doesn’t stop with the Heat. The Miami Dolphins haven’t made the playoffs since 2001. Wannstedt and Fiedler were given plenty of chances and they kept messing up. The idea of bringing a college coach like Nick Saban was completely retarded. And the motherfucker ran out of here like Senator Craig runs into a public restroom. Oh, and don’t forget Ricky Williams and his weed. But I don’t criticize Ricky, I’m artistic too. And football can be brutal sometimes. But despite all that, last season was not just dreadful, it was putrifying. My only consolation is that the Jets aren’t much better than us. But our other enemy, the Patriots, are way better. Let’s hope our next quarterback is a real one. No disrespect to Fiedler or Ferotte, but the Dolphins need a REAL GOOD quarterback. Maybe they should call back Marino. He wouldn’t mine. Look at Vinnie Testaverde. He suits up whenever the Jets need him. While I felt that Trent Green still had something left in him, i didn’t expect him to crack his head wide open. That’s just life. We didn’t expect Ronnie Brown to injure himself. Or Ricky to smoke a doobie. Or Saban to be such a fucking chicken. Now if the Dolphins could only lower those fucing ticket prices….
I won’t comment on hockey, because I know as much about hockey as I know about nano-technology …nothing. Well, I know it’s on ice. You skate. You hit the puck with your stick. You fight and knock the crap out of rivals whenever you can. One guy from the Panthers by accident crashed, flipped over and hit his team-mate with his skates, almost severing his neck….Damn! And they say the UFC is violent….
I’ll talk about the Marlins in the next post. Later kids.
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04.26.08
Posted in , Love & Relationships, Trashy at 5:28 am by Administrator
So there I was, bored one day at work, surfing through the internet instead of completing the excruciatingly boring report I had been assigned. I found this article on msn about www.GoCougar.com. For the uninitiated, a cougar is a term used to describe a woman in her late 30s, 40 or even 50s, who likes to date and bang younger men….like me.
This site helps these ladies, also called MILFs in popular jargon, hook up with horny young men who are tired of girls in their 20s who don’t stop whining, think they deserve George Clooney and think you are so just not up to their standards. And which young man hasn’t at one moment wanted to fuck his hot 10th grade biology teacher. Diamond Dave couldn’t have said it better…Well I went to GoCougar, made a profile and after two weeks, zero, nada, finito. And I posted a decent picture and I didn’t mentioned I lived with my parents. Well I pay most of the rent, so they live with me.
Back in 2005, I found myself friendless. Most of my best buddies left town, and like a stranger in a new city, I had no one to hang out with. So what did I do, my brothers (a nod to Burgess)? I went on www.match.com , made an awesome profile and searched for viable females in the 18-25 age range. I sent messages to at least 50 different women. And NO, I didn’t go for the super hot ones with pictures of themselves partiyng in Crobar or Opium. I went for the ones that seemed like nice, girl next door types. The ones whose profiles said they liked reading, the arts, being productive and didn’t aspire to be a model (no wannabe actresses, this isn’t LA. Thank God). Well how many responses did I get? Only 2. One of them looked like a rocker chick with glasses which I’m cool with. She said she liked skinny-dipping, yay. I wrote back wanting to chat. She never responded. Bummer.
Th other chick was a cute Hispanic girl who went to FIU North campus and studied criminal justice (I thought only former juvenile delinquents studied that). A few messages back and forth, I finally got her digits. I was in heaven. One call, no answer. Two calls, no answer. Leave a message. Three calls, nothing. And I didn’t call 5 times in a night. I know that’s a no-no and will make the girl think you’re a psycho. I waited fucking 6 days between calls. Wasn’t that the rule? Oh well. Fucking bitch.
Don’t get me started on Craigslist. I’m tired of answering personals and then getting a message from a Heather, they always got names like that, telling me she thinks I’m cool and wants to chat, but doesn’t tell me her MySpace or FaceBook url. Instead she sends me some link and when you click it, it’s a porn site, a webcam girl or Singles.net, another piece of shit website. Word of advice: check several of those postings and you will notice they all have similar wording but different pictures of girls. Also, if the girl is a hottie, honestly, would she need to go on a website to meet guys?
In one particular case, the ad on Craigslist seemed real and she wrote back. I MySpaced her and she was authentic, a nice Ecuadorian girl with curly hair, no baggage. Short but curvy. After chatting and some phone calls, she just never answered back. I think these women have several guys they talk to on the side. I might be number 4 or 5, or worse 23. and if I’m the most decent one, that’s where I get a date. And then let’s hope she is not 63, or 6′3″, or Dracula’s twin sister or a tranny or worse. Well, I don’t think there is anything worse than your blind date turning out to be a tranny.
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04.19.08
Posted in at 6:22 pm by Administrator
So yeah, it’s great. My teachers have overloaded me with work. For one of them, Dr. G, I had to do an 8-page essay of social theory, which is excruciatingly boring. For another, Dr. W, there’s also an 8-page paper. And finally, a 15-page paper for Dr. S.
Dr. G is OK; he likes talking about the places he’s gone or lived, and their peculiarities, like the topless women of the Mediterranean. Dr. S is quite demanding and can exhaust anyone. Dr. W is considered boring, but he’s very passionate about his teaching subject, and he helped me get into Graduate School at FIU, so I don’t complain. Note to potential college applicants: Always refer to your teachers as Dr. and beware, lot of them have egos the size of Sudan.
In other news, I’m really happy since now I’m completely sure that my ex-girlfriend Mary didn’t end up pregnant after the loads of sex we had when she came down to Miami in early February. She had felt sick and was late in her period, but eventually her tests came up negative.
I’m trying to fix my blog a bit. Soon I’ll add pictures (hopefuly non-copyrighted). After classes are over, I will post more often. Also, I will try to promote the blog on other websites. My aim is to make it as popular as other local blogs like Sex on The Beach or Stuck on The Palmetto. On April 3rd, I spent the whole damn day promoting it on Youtube and other sites and I got…..drumroll…..53 views. Not bad. But then two days ago I only got 2 views. But I’ll keep hustling. In the wise words of Beck: “Things are gonna change, I can feel it.”
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04.05.08
Posted in at 10:58 pm by Administrator
I am used to always paying for things I need. If I were earning a huge salary I would not care. Even though I currently have a good amount of money saved in the bank, I always try to save a penny. This involves washing my car (detail’s fucking expensive), buying clothes at Ross (where else can I get $80.00 jeans for only $20.00?), and even riding my bike to certain places (have you not seen the price of gasoline?).
Well now I have gotten to the point where I want a few things for free. Now forget the Lotto and Fantasy Five. Hasn’t anybody notice that the prize winners are always from redneck towns in North Florida? Going to the Seminole Indian Casino? Fuck that. First I don’t know crap about blackjack nor poker. Second, most of those machines are rigged in favor of the house. And if by any miracle I win, they’ll assume I’m cheating and they’ll take me to the backroom (You’ve seen Casino, you know what happens in the backroom).
What I have decided to do is that anytime I see a sign for a contest, I sign up for it. Write a 300 word essay, win a cash prize, I’m in. I’m waiting for Jeopardy to come to South Florida, because I know that could qualify. Last time I checked the bastards were in Philly. I’ve also signed up for all promotionsand contests on several Miami-Dade and Broward counties’ radio stations. 93.1 Rock, currently has a contest where you win a trip to L.A. to report on a Motley Crue press conference. Now, I could give a rat’s ass about Motley Crue, but come on, it’s a free trip to L.A.!! Earlier, I had registered to win a free trip to Ireland and also tickets for the Langerado Music Festival, neither of which I won. But I think that if a person registers for every single one of these promotions, eventualy he/she has to win something…right?
Now I’m trying to find out which strip clubs close to my job, have free lunch buffets. Any cafeteria is expensive, and fuck the crap they serve at McDs or BoogerKing. Gotta save money.
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