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A month felt like two weeks, not cool

Yes, I kept on thinking to myself. It’s okay; it’s only been two weeks and finals are done and just want to chill out. I’ll get back to it. Being funny, you know, needs some vacation in the Bahamas, on my imagination’s budget.

Okay, so it’s been a month and two days. It’s hard to think of something funny these days and actually be…ha-ha than ha-bah (as in bah humbug?).

My imagination needs to recover from its jet lag from its own imagination.

Self-Realization of Absurdity in Me

A bad thing a person can do is talking about why he’s funny. And I’m going to that right now.

So okay, it’s a bit narcissistic. Then again, isn’t the Internet world always going through the hyper-narcissism disorder? So, mine is just a drop of it while there are those other people (I’m addressing to you, twitter addicts) who pours gallons after gallons of their petty, little, crummy lives. Ah, just great. Now I just stumbled on another disorder: the hyper-judgmental disorder. Anyways…

Humor. I could see that people would say I’m funny and such. But I didn’t see how humor is created. Or how I create it. Sorry, no magical formula or the seven steps to laughter success. I just read and watch things that are funny. And of course, you need to be cynical just enough not to be labeled as condescending. And please, do NOT read those “How to be Funny” books. They’re just not funny.

I guess one attribute in my humor I learned recently is being absurd. I always grew up, reading comics that are just random and silly (and don’t forget I grew up watching Nickelodeon too) and then I became random and silly. Literary critics would see this as a permanent brain damage or some Freudian parental drama, or normal people would see this as my aura of humor.

Alas, on my way to the Rivera library, I thought of the most random thoughts. One was, if I recall correctly, was the picture of a cat flying out of a toilet. I forgot if it was wearing a cape, my imagination can be blurry sometimes. Why was it of all places, coming out of a toilet, let alone flying out of it? I thought and perhaps, it was hungry and was trying to look for those dead fishes that every six-year-old flushed down the toilet as a coming-of-age ritual to prove that he was a man. Or maybe in reality, the cat was flying out because it was stuck in the waterpipes and caused too much pressure and so it shot out the cat like a cannon. Respected scientists in the field would agree with the latter because of its accurate application of physics.

Anyways, a treat for you. This first began as a small sentence…then it grew into a paragraph and a half.

Writing a controversial work is good to do because the crowd usually consists of shocked, angry protesters who need to buy the book and superficially read the book and apply their propagandist interpretations on misused quotes to make themselves look smart and the role model of moral authority and then to hold a public book burning of the book and a bake sake to raise donations to purchase extra copies of the the book so they can hand out to other people and instigate more anger and hatred toward the book and its author. And then the protesters need to repurchase their copy of the book in order to continue misinterpreting the text and burning it again. A horrible way to waste all those sheets of paper, but imagine the wave after wave of royalty fees. Not to mention it provides jobs for the firemen to put out the fire and the policemen to arrest the protesters for doing it on the public parking lot right in front of Costco.

On the bright side, it engages with the protestors’ creative expression of their immense disgust as they find more ridiculous interpretations of the text. So the author and the protesters both benefit from a controversial work.

A Delay in the Mind

I was supposed to be working on my English paper that’s due next Thursday, two hours ago. But being in the library with Internet access (we don’t have it at our apartment just because), I find myself checking email, reading comics, searching for articles and books about procrastination, and anything that does not relate to working on my English paper. I hate procrastination.

And of all days, two books on procrastination are checked out. By looking at the dates, it looks like they were checked out recently. I guess there is a handful of us looking for resources dealing with procrastination. But there’s the Internet. Then again, I like to have the resource in my hands rather than to be staring at a fluorescent screen.

So I decided to take some time to write this blog from my English paper, talking about procrastination.

What else to say besides the fact we do everything except the thing we were supposed to do?

But I do not want to work on those the-night-before-it’s-due papers. I did that once last quarter and it was a miserable experience. Back then, it was crappily written and a little short of five pages. Now the paper that’s due next week, it’s eight pages. So I should get myself a “head start” on the paper than to do it the night before.

Those Gosh-Darn Words

Curse words, and their purpose? To express anger, usually. Quite hard to say them while smiling. But it seems like it’s getting to that like expressing amazement. It seems rather sad that sure, it’s getting more common to say the words over really stupid things that don’t need curse words. But I like curse words and how they embody the frustration and anger. And I use them quite sparingly.

But to attempting to substitute the curse words for other words just doesn’t sound right at all.

I like the word damn, and not that I enjoy figuratively sending people to hell, but just how it sounds so firm and stern and somewhat angry. Maybe try “darn” instead? I’m not sure since that reminds me of those happy surburban families in the 1950s when “gee-wiz” was considered bad.

But try replacing damn with dang. Who thought that “g” would still make it okay to use? “Dang it!” It feels like you’re tickling someone with a rusted metal spring or bouncing on the broken trampoline. That “g” just makes it definitely unserious.

I don’t like other curse words like the s-word, b-word, and especially the f-word. Damn sounds good, not that I encourage people to wish people to hell, but it’s like what an “angry word” should be.Like a frustrated businessman in his three-piece suit who lost a deal, sulking in his executive chair.

But saying the more extreme ones, you crossed the line. The sounds of the s, b, and f are a lot more harsh and has a more annoying pitch. Now that businessman is wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a tie drinking Margarita. More flamboyant and informal.

And I think what’s even more sad is that since curse words are just too convenient, people are just becoming less poetic and more vulgar. No wit rarely except the fact the user pulled off some sexually explicit pun.

If you happen to be one of those with a potty mouth and not witty, you should definitely check out when insult had class. Don’t you want to leave those who you want to curse at be pleased with your ability to insult them with wit? Definitely use your head and be witty, but express anger responsibly; don’t go out of your way to insult people.

Such and Social Networks

Back from the library. Now, I usually don’t update blogs too often because usually I forget or if I do remember, I am too lazy to do so. I guess I feel like nurturing this little tumblr to something great, like a starting point to writing the Great American Novel about Tupperware parties gone wrong and the underlying theme of the ubiquitous presence of plastic symbolizes that people store away their grudges in little Wonderliers (r) bowls and Modular Mates (r) Super Ovals until it’s too late. And they finally open it, they find inside, their grudges turned into regrets.

Spontaneous List of why virtual social networks (Facebook and Myspace and such) aren’t that awesome as it seems:
1. Takes away the thrill and excitement of high school reunions.
2. Most likely to be cyberly ogled by some mysterious stranger who has a fascination with wristwatches and raspberry jam.
3. Adding friends and “friends” like they’re trading cards to collect.
4.Causes one’s subconscious to become narcissistic.
5. If Freud was alive, he would have a LOT to say about this…

Hmph. I admit I do have an account with facebook. I remember creating it the summer before I started college. It was something small, something to be intimately shared with other college students like an “ongoing yearbook” and very, very minimalistic. Forward four years and it became this…this…corporation available for anyone with a truckload of junk applications though one or two or three of them are okay. I can see the benefits of facebook of finding that long lost friend or lover and helping to build friendships and perhaps a few more.

I reminisce in the good o’ days when we memorized friends’ phone numbers, but now, our phones do the jobs for us. And before we know it, we’ll be like little yellow plastic to fit into this Shape-O(r) toy of conformity.

alas, the epiphany

With 6% of battery life on my laptop left and my strong reluctance to plug my AC adapter into the rusty outlet at a public library without a surge protector, I came to realized the decent purpose of this blog. Actually, I got this idea while driving to the public library and I should be writing my paper and reading House of Mirth for school right now…

But the epiphany comes first before schoolwork, always.

Still 6%, okay good. So noticing the informal feel of tumblr, and realizing my inner-talent or personality, maybe this is a good spot to just let myself be funny with a whimsical whim driving me without the fear of rewriting and proofreading it although sumtimes thta culd necesary ben.

Life and what people do and think are funny. Might as well write it. And for some reason, when I see the word tumblr, I always think of tupperware.

Edit: So okay, I did fidge this entry a bit. So :P

2am and what to say

So a friend of mine has an account on tumblr and the fact the world is one day going to be known as facebook land or myspace paradise (no, not in my life, not with those @#$@ ads to those parties reserved for photo-genetic-looking people and I’m definitely not one of them). What is the purpose of this blog? I haven’t figured it out yet actually, but I should post something.

With that, I shall leave you tempoarily entertained with an enjoyable webcomic, Cow & Buffalo until I figure what this blog should be about…and stuff.