I can't sleep past 12, but Brian sure can.

I wonder how many times I can post about things i've already posted about, but people will think they're new posts because they don't remember things from the archives? I mean, if i had 60 topics, I could probably just randomly post about those 60 things over and over and nobody would remember.

So yea, I can't sleep past twelve. I dunno, it's my curse. I could go to sleep at 6 am, and still be awake before 12. Sometimes if i'm lucky, i'll get into the 12's, like 12:15 or 12:23, but nope, never really sleeping beyond that.

Then you nay-sayyers will be like, yea, but I bet if you slept at 11 am, you'd wouldn't wake up before 12. To you nay-sayyers, here is my reply to you:

1) Yes, what you say is probably true.
2) I can't prove it, but I have probably slept at 11 and couldn't sleep past 12 before.
3) Why the HELL would I force myself to stay awake to 11 am just so I could start sleeping past 12?

Maryland is fun. Brian needs to wake up though so we can start daily activity.

If he doesn't get up in like 5 minutes, i'm so going to take pictures of him.

Update: damn it, he woke up.

A thankfully trouble free thanksgiving dinner

It was a good day filled with friends I hardly knew but at my friend's house who I knew for far too long. Chef Terry masterfully cooked a turkey all by himself (with the help of his aunt). He also made macaroni salad by himself (with the help of tata), potato salad, and stove top stuffing. He also cleverly left a bag of gizzards in the turkey while he cooked it. Mmm.. gizards.


That's what was left of the turkey. Chef Terry did a wonderful job supervising this entire thanksgiving dinner, and he deserves great credit for feeding my tummy.

Oh, we also tried to make cheesecake:

Chef Terry does not approve!


Cheesecake isn't suppose to be lumpy right?

I didn't stay to try what I assume would be wonderful cheesecake. Someone who had a piece of the finished product, can you please comment and tell me how it was?

I also brought Tron. He was a happy kid:


And a picture of the most beautiful asian girls I know:


Chef Terry is beat after slaving over the oven and stove for many many hours. He is surrounded by his troupe of asian concubines who massage and cuddle him to sleep:


Giving Happy Thanks. That is all.

The Oddest Thanksgiving Eve EVER

Imagine walking into your house to find a strange man sleeping on your living room floor. A strange WHITE man. Ok, so it might sound a little prejudice at first, until you realize that we're asian. So it's obviously not someone we know.

Now imagine that sleeping person not waking up while there's a group of 14 of us in the house, and the owner flippin out because her parents are away on vacation and she has NO idea how to verify this man being there.

We finally wake him up, and he accuses us of treating him like a criminal and that we're all assholes. Hello? You're in a house that's not yours! Then I knew we couldn't take him seriously when he threatened to take us outside and fight us all at the same time. There's 14 of us.

The resolution is not all too clear from me, so i'm not going to write it down.

I just know that next thanksgiving, it's going to be funny as hell:

Remember last thanksgiving when we found a strange white man in your house?

Oh my god oh my god, krispy kreme opened in my hometown, i'm so excited i'm so excited! I had like 5 donuts, at least 5 donuts, not in a row, but it was at least five throughout the whole day. The whole day! And topped with lots of coffee, two cups of coffee to be exact, exactly two cups! And when I say two cups of coffee, I don't mean dinky little dinky cups of coffee, i mean two wonderfully ginormous cups of 20 oz coffee filled to the coffee brim with coffee goodness! My god my god, all the sugar in all those five donuts and those two cups of coffee with all that tons of caffiene has made me a little teeny eeny bitsy witsy hyper. Just a little!

Alright, so i'm not really acting like that... I was though, about seven hours ago when I ate a good amount of krispy creme donuts and downed that coffee... the sugar rush got to me.. but then the sugar crash got to me too. I was in a Krispy Kreme Koma. Yep... the KKK brought me down hard.

There's a lesson for ya... if ya mess with the best donuts ever... you're gonna end up with the KKK on you.

Virtually Infamous Issue #4 is online!

Yea... well... that's about it. Sorry guys, i'm all typed out from editing the issue and doin my own articles. There's only so many words in this soul before I need a recharge.

So plug me in the fuckin wall, i'll be juiced up and ready to go for tomorrow.

Yep... figures...:


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I've been called both, but never at the same time. Guess there's always a first.

My new computer is set up and man, it rocks. In order to keep the none technical people interested, here on the specs in laymen's terms: Really fast computer with alot of effin space to put things and play games.

And it's all in a case the size of a shoebox.

No pictures of it, because it's actually one of my articles for issue 4. Look for it in the next couple of days.

Yea, that's pretty much all I did since tuesday and wednesday. It's fun though, I have both my computers hooked up with a KVM switch, and I just shoot back and forth between the two.. absolutely no downtime whatever. Wait for something to load? psshh, just switch computers til it's done.

Alright, i sound like das ubergeek, so i'm leaving.

I'll leave you a really funny link from somethingawful.com. It's a fake webpage mocking asian girl pages. Funny because it's so true.

Yesterday night I went to Esther's pre-birthday dinner. Japanese habachi is freakin expensive. I can't really enjoy food when I have to pay out my ass for it.

Anyway, i'll spare you the details. here's some pictures:

Remember kids, when you make goofy faces in front of my camera... do you really think I won't use them online?


There's a bunch of other goofy and embarrassing pics on everyone,but i'm nice so one is enough (ask me if you want to see them).

Jae and Me


Esther, Me and Janet


That's it for today. Remember to comment on the blog! I didn't freakin spend my time coding it for nothing.

This weekend has been a fun filled and interesting weekend filled with bitchy hooters girls and cult meetings.

It all happened on saturday. I met up with Steve0677 one of my writers and fellow car friend. We went to hooters where our waittress gave us the biggest attitude while we were ordering. Ok, it was subtle, and maybe she was having a bad day... but no smiles? No asking checking if we want freakin blue cheese with our wings? Worse of all, when I finally go to ask for blue cheese, she gives me one little cup of it.. and I asked for the whole table. So I go back up to her and i'm like, "Can I have seven blue cheese things?" She looks at me like i'm crazy. "Well, there's seven of us." I says.. and she just nods like she understood.

She's so freakin lucky we tipped her well. She didn't deserve it at all.

Then, the cult meeting. Ok, it wasn't really a cult meeting, but it was some youth movement from some dude. I guess his intentions are semi-decent.. he wants to create intellectuals in future generations... that will vote for him... and maybe he'll conquer the world while he's at it.

Not a cult, but not a dumb bitch either. It's Virtually Infamous!

The past three days have been spent taking what I know of computer science and turning into web development. Web coding is so loose and easy to work with, it actually brings me joy being able to program something that I can see the immediate benefit and usefulness of. A week of c++ programming nets you an object oriented program that does some cool stuff with pointers and classes... but in plain text... and it's all local.

Well, no more bashing on computer science, because after this last co-op I'll have a year and a quarter of hard difficult programming in, sadly, c++.

The weekend is here, I've pretty much burned myself out trying to figure out how to optimize my commenting feature (anyone know how to pass a blogger variable into php? No? me neither.) I'm ready to go out on the town and play my heart out. No, that doesn't sound right. I'll probably play video games all night. Then maybe tomorrow, if I'm in the driving mood, i'll head to philly and meet up with people who I miss (and who haven't insulted me).

So please, comment your comments, I would like feedback on how the system is working. If you find anything wrong with the comment system... well, leave a comment and i'll fix it.

New commenting system is in place. Click on "Click here to comment" to... well, leave a comment.

Thanks to Ross and Mike for your help and guidance on this. Hoping to bring the Dreamteam more useful php developments.

Goodbye to the Russians. Infoshare will miss you. I will miss you. Good luck in Russia, hope to see you back here next year.

I'm hoping tomorrow I will have a new commenting feature. Now all my adoring fans (all 8.1 of you) can shower me with lovely words.

That is all.

Topic one:
Passed the Motorcycle Safety Course. I got my waiver. Boats, cars, and motorcycles... check. Next up: single prop airplanes. Don't think I won't. I always wanted to fly.

Topic two:
How for does my blog get more hits then the rest of my Virtually Infamous Magazine Site? Work with me here. If you like my blog so much, at least click through the rest of the magazine. I gaurentee that you'll find something that's at least semi-interesting. If not in what's already up there, then what will be there in weeks to come. *hint, issue 4 is coming*

Topic three:
And if you do like my site, then lend a helping hand in promoting. It's not just me that you're helping, but the more people come to the site, the more rewarding it is for my writers to know that people really are reading the things that took the time to write. It's really import for me to know that they're getting credit and acknowledgement. So link me on your aim profiles, xangas, friendster pages, personal sites, and in your daily conversation.

http://www.virtuallyinfamous.com
It's not really that hard to help is it?

Halfway through my Motorcycle Safety Course... i'll know tomorrow if I do well enough to get a license waiver.

First, I like to say that this girl in the class is possibly the most perfect girl ever. I truly truly admire her and believe all girls should model after her. She's pretty, rides a Ninja 500 (see below), AND drives a stick shift integra. You cannot beat that. Ladies, that's the epitomy of super duper hotness. Do put in an effort to be like her.

On a more personal note: What bike to get when the time comes?

I narrowed it down to two choices:

Kawasaki Ninja 500R


or

Suzuki SV650S


Now, before you say anything, I should let you know that I couldn't find a good pic of the Ninja500, and that it's about a grand cheaper.

But, yes, i've fallen in love with the SV650S. I heard great things about it, and many say that it's a bike that grows with you. Actually, my instructor said that today and all it did was justify me spending another grand. As my first bike though? I dunno, it's kind of intimidating to know that if I mess up, it could be more then a thousand dollar mistake.

For those that still don't understand why my favorite color is purple, here is an excerpt from Community MX:

Violet (Purple)

Purple is thought of as mysterious, royal, individual, sexy and sophisticated. It is comforting. Purple is often a favorite of artists and people considered to be less conventional. On the down side, it is the color of mourning in six Asian countries and isn't recommended in large doses for that market.

Community MX is a site for web designers. The article is talking about how to choose colors for a webpage.

Of course, i'm not going to make virtuallyinfamous.com all in purple. I just personally like purple, and if I can find ways of adding a little purple in, I will.

But I like neutral colors. They don't give any feeling. The purpose of my webpage is first and formost (and always will) be to display the works of my friends and internet peers. It's not really to display some super graphical awe inspiring web design.

Happy 14000 hits to me.

This is an authentic World War 2 picture. I just scanned it about ten minutes ago for our company's COO. I don't know much details but someone in the company's father took this pic on a plane... in a real warzone... with real destruction.. and real bombs... There was other pictures, but the picture above was the most awe inspiring. It's just a reality check for how real the war really was.

Actually, I don't really know where I'm goin with this. I was just amazed at the picture and wanted to share.

The autumn leaves are falling steadily, creating a peaceful scene, like a pillow fight at a girl's sweet sixteen pajama party. You can picture it, the feathers fluttering down after the girls beat on each other in a fun filled friendly way. Of course, they pretend they're only kidding, but each and every one is trying to beat the other mercilessly with their petite bodies. Because a girl's best friend is also her worst enemy and rival. Funny isn't it?

Yea, I got completely off track.

Ahem, the autumn leaves fall steadily, reminding me as I drive through them of a car commercial. Browned leaves blow by, spinning confusedly in aerodynamic currents around my car. The leaves already on the ground part ways, as if Moses just came. The crisp crackling of the straggling leaves that don't shuffle fast enough harmonize with engine roars and the swooshing sounds of cars going in the other direction creating a wonderful automotive symphony.

Who needs music. Who needs TV.

I have my car and during this time of the year, it's entertainment enough.

Gambling is bad

Thursday I lost 40 bucks on various gambling insanities like slots, video poker and roulette. After watching my bitch ass co-worker ross RUN roulette and come ahead 85 bucks, I figure i'd try his system.

So saturday, when I returned to the casino with Marlee, I hit up the Roulette tables and worked it. Was up 30 bucks, probably could have kept goin but went to eat dinner. When I get back, threw down 20 more, was up another 10, then lost all that.

Felt bad about losing, so I threw down another 20, was up about 15 one point, got stupid, and lost it all in the next our. Walked out 10 dollars short.

Did you follow all that math?

If not, don't gamble. You'll lose like me.