tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58886002011-04-21T18:12:25.866-05:00Datty StyleWait a minute...where are we? And why am I in this handbasket?Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1138343368072482882006-01-27T00:07:00.000-06:002007-03-20T07:07:04.336-05:00My Meme from GwenFour Jobs I've Had in My Life:1. Grocery Store Sacker/Stocker/Checker2. Museum Exhibit Audio Tour Guide3. Data Entry Clerk for major insurance broker4. Sushi ChefFour Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:1. Pulp Fiction2. Road House3. The Beast Master4. The Usual SuspectsI Have Lived in:1. Lansing, Michigan2. Newton, Massachusetts3. Dallas, Texas4. Houston, TexasFour TV Shows I Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1127969362462460842005-09-28T23:32:00.000-05:002005-09-28T23:49:22.466-05:00Top 3 Things that Annoy Me About Trendy Restaurant Cliches1) Wasabi MashersMashed potatoes are a staple starch side dish that usually accompanies a meat such as beef, chicken or pork. It's definitely a crowd favorite, but these Euro-chic cafes and eateries don't want the run-of-the-mill mashers, so they throw in a little wasabi powder until it turns green and then, Voila! You've got yourself a Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1121667785130840692005-07-18T00:45:00.000-05:002005-09-28T23:55:16.520-05:00Online Interview by GwenHere are the instructions:1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "Interview me."2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different. I'll post the questions in the comments section of this post.3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1120797973592309052005-07-07T23:27:00.000-05:002005-07-07T23:46:13.596-05:00Japanese Restaurant GuideWhen entering a Japanese/Sushi establishment, here is a list of things NOT to say to your sushi chef:"God, I absolutely LOVE sushi! I could eat it everyday if I could afford it. Can I order two California rolls?""Could I get those without masago?""Could I get those without avocado?"(after sushi chef starts making rolls) "...oh, and could you make those on soybean paper?""Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1119419748870505072005-06-22T00:25:00.000-05:002005-06-22T01:04:48.046-05:00My 28th BirthdayIt's been 28 long years since my mother first pushed me out of her uterus and into this hell of a world we call Earth. Actually, I was born in Vietnam, so that was another hell altogether on it's own. I'm very thankful I don't remember any of that.I'd like to think that I did something with my time and didn't just waste it away partying and sleeping. Well, I kind of did. I don't Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1112764494027236102005-04-05T23:27:00.000-05:002005-04-06T19:07:21.436-05:00Why Subway Workers SuckAnd when I say, "Subway," I don't literally mean subway workers in New York. I mean, Subway Sandwiches. As in, "Eat Fresh!" As in, "Look at me...I'm a fat ass and rich and now I lost all this weight cause I can afford to eat at Subway three times a day!"As I was saying, the workers or "sandwich designers" at Subway suck when it comes to doing their job. These franchises Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1108417699427761712005-02-14T15:38:00.000-06:002005-02-14T15:48:53.030-06:00Happy V-Day!I hope everyone has a great Valentine's day and a Happy Chinese New year and a happy Fat Tuesday and hope you get lots of chocolate and flowers, money in red envelopes, and lots and lots of sex.I think Valentine's Day is bullshit and am glad my girlfriend feels the same. Holidays that are sponsored and pushed by corporate companies like Hallmark are what drive people to spend money onDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1106285948615800592005-01-20T23:25:00.000-06:002005-01-20T23:39:08.616-06:00Makin' Music
So I've decided to take my love for music to the next level by making some of my own tunes. I recently purchased a new PC with enough power to handle any job I throw at it.
I just won an auction for a really cool MIDI controller (which looks like a keyboard) that I'm going to use for producing my music. It's really neat cause I can connect a good quality microphone to it and recordDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1106112154798135712005-01-18T23:22:00.000-06:002005-01-18T23:23:52.376-06:00Rebates
You ever go into a store and see something you want to buy and find out that the "sale price" is actually the price AFTER a mail-in rebate? Don't you just hate that?
The annoying thing is most electronic items these days are going to have some sort of a rebate form in order to buy it at a special price.
I just recently purchased a brand new Sony VAIO desktop to replace my dusty pc Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1104386589111141562004-12-29T23:41:00.000-06:002004-12-30T09:19:06.733-06:00Weird Sighting
Every day I get a two hour break between lunch and dinner at my job -- so that gives me time to relax and run some errands during the afternoon.
Well, today I came back to work a little early to use the bathroom. As I walked out and passed the sushi bar, I noticed a couple sitting at the bar and the guy bore a striking resemblance to Mario Lopez of the old teen show, "Saved by theDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1103262461457994662004-12-16T23:33:00.000-06:002004-12-16T23:54:01.960-06:00The Spirit of Giving
I'm all about the spirit of the baby Jesus. I love to give gifts. The only problem is when that time of the year comes, I'm usually always broke. I like to see the look in someone's eyes when I picked out that perfect gift that no one else thought of and it just really made their day. I love to receive gifts myself...so I know the feeling, even though I don't normally get Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1102485074299626682004-12-07T23:08:00.000-06:002004-12-07T23:51:14.300-06:00New Job (yet again)
I got another job at this new sushi/Thai restaurant in Sugarland. I started on Monday and it's been ok. I'm working from open til close, six days a week with the exception of Sunday. Basically, it's about a 65 hour work week. I get no life, but in return, I get a much fatter paycheck. Now that I'm actually working, I'm reconsidering what I got myself into. I mean, is this Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1101708219728960252004-11-28T22:23:00.000-06:002004-11-29T00:03:39.730-06:00Out of Time
I hate how, in life, we have to struggle with our careers that will make us the money needed to sustain our lifestyles, while trying to juggle time with our family and loved ones. And most of the time, it's our family and loved ones who have to pay. (and let's not forget about sleep, either)
I just wish there were more hours in the day.
I'm about to start a new restaurant job that Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1100676241683438572004-11-17T01:16:00.000-06:002004-11-17T15:12:00.846-06:00Talent-less Talents
I’ve been thinking a lot about the bubble gum pop stars of today that are created and funded by the mega music industries, and how little or no talent they have. And then I wonder why they’re continually supported by consumers like us who are duped into buying their crap. Where are the days of having real talent and making quality music and films and actually being rewarded Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1100553991416784372004-11-15T15:24:00.000-06:002004-11-15T16:55:20.836-06:00God-Damn
I was never really going to get into the whole religion issue…that is, unless someone were to bring it up or, in my case, to try to call me out on it.
For those of you who don’t know and for some who do, I’m what you would call a hard-core atheist. I’m not “agnostic” like those who are atheists and try to play off their unknown beliefs as agnostic,—'cause society frowns on atheists. I Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1100113965971630832004-11-10T13:56:00.000-06:002004-11-10T14:25:48.866-06:00Horror Story
I was working late last night, along side my boss behind the sushi bar. The restaurant wasn't full, but there were certainly a small group of people there enjoying themselves. Sometimes we'll have people sit at the sushi bar and talk with us to keep us company. Fortunately, last night, there was no sitting at the bar.
I was cutting some green onions when all of a sudden I could Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1100028795128050782004-11-09T13:12:00.000-06:002004-11-09T15:26:25.726-06:00My Parents are Sad
My parents are pretty much retired, only without all that retirement money. So basically they sit at home all day and whine about how they got screwed over in life and like my dad puts it, "they're just waiting to die."
I'm sure you can imagine all of the loving guilt issues I have to deal with by living with them. This is why I'm rarely at home. I love my parents, but there Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1099955655493444252004-11-08T16:39:00.000-06:002004-11-08T17:14:15.493-06:00Ponder This
Sometimes I try to make sense of the unknown. I go for hours thinking about stuff people wouldn't normally talk about in a conversation for fear of an irksome situation and that's what keeps me from bringing up those topics.
Like for instance, the other day I was watching a comedy that involved animals who were being treated in a very human like way. Then I started to think about Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1099636493110409202004-11-05T01:26:00.000-06:002004-11-05T00:37:00.113-06:00Govern-mental Issues
You see, even days before the election was finalized, I was getting fucked by the government.
Now that the election is over, I'm still getting fucked. When will it end?
[That's me, in the black cape and hat with eye mask on. That's not some dirty Mexican. Unless you want me to be.
Oh, and just to clarify: I was getting rammed by the Gipper. I know he looks a bit like Al Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1099511358875960492004-11-03T13:44:00.000-06:002004-11-03T13:54:24.556-06:00One Nation Under Bush
Vote for Bush and you’ll get dick. Bush won this second time around and that’s exactly what we got—DICK. And I’m not talking about Cheney either. I’m talking about four more years of wars. I’m talking about four more years of a poor economy. I’m talking about four more years of an ever increasing debt due to those wars. And if you’re wondering why you can’t find a job, thenDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1098859087374091722004-10-27T01:48:00.000-05:002004-10-27T01:48:47.973-05:00My Foot
I've sprained my foot somehow. I believe it was during last Saturday's Halloween party that I attended. I was drunk, so that's probably why I didn't feel it. It hurts like a mutherfucker. Weird thing is it didn't start hurting until I got to work today. And now, sitting here in front of my computer at 1 in the morning, it's throbbing like a porn star's cock.
I'm pissed, and yet know Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1098168595347529982004-10-19T01:50:00.000-05:002004-10-22T08:15:20.566-05:00Scary Dolls
Here are a couple of photos from this weekend at a book fair which featured Gwen and her first book titled, "To the Last Man I Slept with and All the Jerks Just Like Him."
These were taken at a booth where a man, from Mexico, was selling his porcelain dolls in peculiar poses. I thought I'd add in some captions for the facial expressions.
Here were the two featured in the front. Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1098164514090953542004-10-18T23:50:00.000-05:002004-10-20T09:46:52.470-05:00Violent Thoughts
I’ve never been a violent person. I’ve never really ever gotten into a fist fight--even throughout grade school. I guess it’s just my nature or perhaps it’s because I was raised in a loving family.
Now I know there are those out there who have bad tempers and I wonder why they let things get to them the way they do. I wonder if it’s because they had a bad childhood or maybe Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1097768597771318062004-10-14T10:29:00.000-05:002004-10-15T00:23:34.870-05:00Annoying Shit
So the other day I got a ticket for speeding in a school zone AND one for having an expired state inspection sticker.
Well I was going to get a lawyer to take care of it for me cause it's easy and cause I don't want to hassle with stuff like that. My dad yells at me and says I like to throw money around and I always want to "take the easy way out." Oh, and he got the same ticket Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1097648917310337232004-10-13T01:00:00.000-05:002004-10-13T01:53:13.760-05:00Titty Bars
As with most subjects posted on my friend's blogs...I'm now going to put in my fifty cent.
I for one am NOT a fan of strip clubs, titty bars, gentlemen's clubs--whatever you want to call them. I never have been. And the few times that I have been to one was because of a bachelor party or some other celebration that would find a group of guys staring at women's breasts a cheering Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1093504124620208622004-10-08T01:43:00.000-05:002004-10-08T01:47:54.313-05:00The Stills
"Logic Will Break Your Heart"This is one of my new favorite bands. Weird thing is they're pretty much a rock band...and I'm not a traditional rock kind of guy. But they remind me of those great 80's bands I grew up listening to. The lead singer, Tim Fletcher, has those smooth Morrissey-esque vocals that are catchy as they are soothing. With great hooks and smooth melodies, they're Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096788094017324532004-10-03T02:01:00.000-05:002004-10-06T03:09:00.283-05:00The Super Weekend Event Bonanza
So this Saturday we were supposed to have a full staff, "mandatory meeting." I normally don't find out about things until the hour of, and it's usually told to me by my boss. Plus, I was busy during the day doing things that don't involve spending two hours of what I was told was "a bullshit waste of time."
Any how, I go into work at 6:00pm, planning on staying Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096611710066580922004-10-01T01:13:00.000-05:002004-10-01T01:23:43.096-05:00Go Post on this Forum!
This is The Quinceanera you were too poor to have. Gwen had a reading celebrating all of those poor Latinas that never got a chance to have their Quince. I was there last year and it was a huge hit to a sold out audience. Go check out the forum and be sure to post on the various topics.
Here's a brief description of the upcoming 2004 Qunice:
The Quinceañera You Were Too Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096611138574542232004-10-01T01:04:00.000-05:002004-10-01T01:31:25.973-05:00Time to Bail
Everyone at my job is leaving. Our general manager's last day was tonight and some others are already looking for new work. I see myself heading down that same road due to the inconsistent nature of a new restaurant. Some people work two and even three jobs to be able to survive. Me on the other hand, I have different priorities.
"Hmm, well, I need to make about five hundred more, Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096525002015547382004-09-30T01:06:00.000-05:002004-09-30T01:16:42.016-05:00Credit Card Collection
You ever get so many credit cards that you don't know about some of them? Well, I looked in a drawer in my desk and found three just lying there for anyone to use. Thank goodness I found them before anyone else got their hands on them. Cause if that were to happen, I'd get an unusual bill from Best Buy, Banana Republic and Saks Fifth Avenue. (I barely remember that Saks Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096438647462344852004-09-29T01:06:00.000-05:002004-09-29T01:42:29.356-05:00I Fucking Hate Cops
So my dad gets a speeding ticket the other day for driving a bit over the school zone speed limit.
He gets all pissed off and asks me to help him with the handling of defensive driving and such.
I laugh and thought it was funny.
Any ways, TODAY, I'm driving to work and hauling ass around the corner from my house when this cop gets in the street and puts his "stop perpetratorDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096341671398182462004-09-27T21:44:00.000-05:002004-09-27T22:55:29.630-05:00Ebay Auction!
Please bid on Gwen's auction. There are funny little stories and descriptions with every item being sold. And it'll help out a great cause. (that cause being Gwen)
And if you don't want to bid on any of her items, then you can just buy her book titled, "To the Last Man I Slept with and all the Jerks Just Like Him," at either Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096315116416930712004-09-27T14:20:00.000-05:002004-09-27T15:02:31.433-05:00Weekend Jaunts
My work wants me to work until midnight on weekdays and til 2am on weekends. Ok, the reason why I wanted to work at this restaurant in the first place was so I wouldn't have to work those late shifts. But now, due to the economy and the start of fall, business has been slow all around the downtown area. So I was really pissed when I found out that Sasha was coming on Friday of Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1096007033028657792004-09-24T01:03:00.000-05:002004-09-24T01:32:56.760-05:00Fake Stuff
It's been recently brought to my attention of the many women out there taking their bodies into their own hands [?] by getting a boob job. I can see where it would affect their lives and self esteem in a positive way. But what I can't see is paying the thousands of dollars to purposely go under the knife to suffer the pain of recovery and risk of infection so that guys will think yourDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1095864705963098572004-09-22T09:37:00.000-05:002004-09-22T10:19:03.260-05:00There's More to Life...
Getting back to the job thing...
Ok, I've been thinking about this a lot lately. And the more I think about it the more it makes sense to me. I don't want to work anymore. I don't want to feel the dread of having to go to a job that I don't like, and having the pressures of performing at my job with the boss breathing down my neck and criticizing every little detail. I Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1095321700707529322004-09-16T02:57:00.000-05:002004-09-16T14:20:12.073-05:00Job Politics
We have a lot of issues at work. There are many work related "politics," but not nearly at the scale of when I worked in corporate America. I work in a restaurant now. Things are much different. Those politics are dealt differently. And it's not like getting fired means your reputation gets ruined and you're off searching for that next corporate super job that'll pay you the big Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1095107524718368542004-09-13T14:57:00.000-05:002004-09-13T19:23:34.806-05:00Countdown Via Grace
Ten bands/artists you couldn't live without:
[1] Depeche Mode
[2] Enigma
[3] Apoptygma Berzerk
[4] Clan of Xymox
[5] BT
[6] Sandra
[7] Hubert KaH
[8] Echo Image
[9] New Order
[10] Michael Cretu
Nine albums that are important to you:
[1] Depeche Mode - Music for the Masses
[2] Depeche Mode - Black Celebration
[3] Sandra - Everlasting Love
[4] Hubert KaH - Sound of My Heart
Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1094885271540782402004-09-11T01:21:00.000-05:002004-09-11T02:10:52.046-05:00Work Sucks
Some people work at a great job that they love and it fulfills their career paths. I've never met any of these people. I think those people are either blissful or they're just stupid. Then I think to myself, is it better to just be dumb and blissful rather than be intelligent and worry about shit all the time? I'd rather be the latter. Actually, I am the latter.
I've never had an Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1094794929511074102004-09-10T01:26:00.000-05:002004-09-10T00:47:23.773-05:00Labor Day Weekend Fun
This past weekend was supposed to be full of fun and excitement. Well it was, up until Friday night where my friends and I almost got into it with some stupid drunk white people at a taqueria we never frequent.
People were drunk and some things were said to a group of bleached blonde white chicks who couldn't leave well enough alone.
So just a minute later, their male Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1094540365468914932004-09-07T01:36:00.000-05:002004-09-07T01:59:25.466-05:00Laughable Lyrics
"I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like boo-boo
Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo"
Yes, those very lyrics uttered by that urban duo known as Outkast. I never really paid attention to the lyrics to that song until I was forced to hear it at my restaurant during one of our hip-hop party weekends. It was Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1094019234006040172004-09-01T01:00:00.000-05:002004-09-01T01:13:54.006-05:00Intriguing Figurines
Wanna get your friend a gag gift but ran out of ideas? Did the old Vaseline and tissue gag grow tiresome?
Well the next time that opportunity comes up, buy your buddy an S&M figurine! They're fun for the whole family.
Our first one is described, "You'll be proud to display this hot policeman and leatherman figurine, an excellent work of erotic BDSM art!"
(notice the Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1093975771497978672004-08-31T12:49:00.000-05:002004-08-31T13:21:25.010-05:00Truth is Stranger
As many of you might know, I've had bouts of drunkenness that have lead me to do some really idiotic stuff that I'm not exactly proud of. (well, some) I've sprained my ankle and not found out until I tried walking the next day, I've defecated in some rather unusual places, I've passed out on the freeway at 4 in the morning with an underaged girl in the passenger seat, and I've Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1093322109134723752004-08-23T23:05:00.000-05:002004-08-26T13:52:38.493-05:00Anal Sex (part 3)
Ok, since this topic has been brought up on both Cathy's blog, AND Gwen's blog, I feel the need to add my two cents.
From a guy's point of view, anal sex is a forbidden thing. I mean, all guys have thought about doing it with their girlfriends or with any girl, for that matter. And any guy telling you he thought it was gross, is probably lying. Whether or not he's experienced Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1093237304641132442004-08-22T23:23:00.000-05:002004-08-26T13:22:05.920-05:00Panhandlers
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. You pull up to a red light and there's that guy with his cardboard sign asking for change. Well, there are various people who can piss you off at a street corner. I've divided them into these categories for your pleasure:
1. Vagrant #1 - This is your typical run of the mill bum who is just so fucking lazy that he would rather stand on the Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1093029138886968732004-08-20T13:55:00.000-05:002004-08-20T14:38:33.570-05:00Daylight Save-Me Time
You ever see some girl/guy at a club/bar and think they're pretty hot, only to find out later on, when you see them during the day, they're not as attractive as you once thought they were?
I guess that's what makes going out to those darkened venues so appealing to some people. And when I say "some people," I really mean ugly people. My friend Cathy can attest to this.
Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1092946040370287182004-08-19T14:46:00.000-05:002004-08-20T01:40:59.260-05:00Old Dead Folks
My next door neighbors have been there since the day my parents bought our house. This was back in the fourth grade, so it's been a good seventeen plus years.
Well, they're your typical, old, cranky neighbors who need to mind their own business and have nothing else better to do than to feed a shitload of stray cats.
Oh, and that's another thing...there were stray cats everywhereDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1092890594098440052004-08-18T23:31:00.000-05:002004-08-30T13:51:42.616-05:00Master of My UniverseI came across this item while doing a search for "Masters of the Universe" and "He-Man" action figures on Ebay. I actually remember this character off the tv show while watching it as a kid. I just never realized the significance of the sexual implications. Now that I'm older, I know better. I think the reserve was a bit high, otherwise I'd love to own this figure. I mean, Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1092682401359075262004-08-16T13:16:00.000-05:002004-08-22T14:26:31.876-05:00Media Update
Well, I finally got that CD and DVD I've been waiting for. I've cut myself off from buying anymore new music. The spending has gotten a little out of control. They say that most online shopping happens while people are at work behind their computers. When I used to have a boring desk job, I did the same thing. The internet can be cruel sometimes. Here are those reviews.
Apoptygma Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1092421527940714792004-08-13T13:25:00.000-05:002004-08-30T13:44:49.390-05:00Junior High Crush
So I’m at my friend’s house one day and I pick up last month’s issue of Stuff Magazine that just happened to be lying next to a bottle of lotion on his coffee table.
I quickly flipped through the pages until I get to this one section titled, “The Hottest Reality TV Show Babes,” or something to that effect. Then this one name catches my eye: Roxanne Galla.
You know how back in Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1092001976693571242004-08-08T16:51:00.000-05:002004-08-13T13:24:40.440-05:00Asian Haters
I had a long talk with my ex about my passive-aggressive feelings towards Asian women. Most “traditional” Asian women (women who only date other Asians) are turned off by my outward and very open personality. I found this out the hard way from going on many blind/internet/set-up dates for over a year. I guess they’re used to the typical, subservient Asian male who is very quiet and Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1091691604256572962004-08-05T02:17:00.000-05:002004-08-05T03:07:49.386-05:00Shopping Spree
Ever since I got back to Houston, I've been doing a lot of online shopping. Fortunately, my shopping has been confined to CD's. I'm a music whore and after the fall of Napster/Audio Galaxy/Kazaa, I feel as if my shareware umbilical cord has been cut. Now that I'm working again, I've been buying up new and old stuff I've been meaning to get for some time now. I discovered this Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1091054497624714182004-07-28T17:22:00.000-05:002004-07-28T17:48:45.753-05:00Karaoke Emergency
My friend, Jorge, has a karaoke business around town, and every time he's late meeting us up, it's always a "karaoke emergency."
Any ways, last night my co-worker, Pedro and I decided to go to the usual karaoke bar called, Spotlight. Turns out that everyone at my restaurant, including all three managers, hangs out there. We get to the bar and I find out why. One of our Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1089669810105221302004-07-12T16:33:00.000-05:002004-07-12T17:04:31.576-05:00It's Dark and Hell is Hot
Now it's starting to come back to me. The feeling of being clammy and sticky. That humid feeling that's associated with living in the south of Texas. It's Houston, and goddamn it's hot. It's been raining everyday since I've been back. Thunder, lightning...still adds up to that abundance of moisture in the air that clings to everything and everyone.
Well, other Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1088977830058088262004-07-04T16:12:00.000-05:002004-07-04T16:50:30.060-05:00Last Days
My feelings on moving back to Houston are bittersweet. On one hand, I'll get to be back with my family and friends in the city that I truly love to call home. On the other hand, I barely got to know how it was actually like to discover the many great things
Southern California had to offer. I think living here for three months really brought me back to my roots with my Asian cultureDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1088534030973907812004-06-29T13:23:00.000-05:002004-06-29T13:33:50.973-05:00I'll Be Home for Christmas
Well actually, I'll be home in time for Halloween, which is more important to me.
Yup, I'm comin' back after my three and a half month stay in Southern Cali. Turns out my great-grandmother wants me out of the room I was staying in cause it was originally being saved for my young cousin. And even if I did find a job out here, I'd have to rent a room from someone's Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1088059352381120712004-06-24T01:41:00.000-05:002004-07-28T17:06:49.316-05:00Birthday Suit
Yesterday was my 27th birthday, and that brings me another year closer to 30. I never saw this day coming and I've always had it in my mind that I was still young and free. The truth is I'm not young anymore. I don't get carded for cigarettes and alcohol. People refer to me as "sir," as opposed to "hey kid." I don't think I look that old...surely not 27. I figure I could pass for Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1087449254881849142004-06-16T23:53:00.000-05:002004-06-17T00:20:35.273-05:00Last Comic Standing
I never watched the first Last Comic Standing, but I know that the ultimate winner was Dat Phan. Everyone who met me after that show aired was all like, "You mean your name is Dat like that guy who won Last Comic Standing?" I'm like, "NO. My name is pronounced "DOT," rhymes with POT, TOT, COT. Yes, it's spelled with an "A" rather than an "O," but does that matter? I Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1087447561424655392004-06-16T23:23:00.000-05:002004-06-20T01:31:23.766-05:00Olympic Torch Relay
So the start of the torch relay started in ghetto Venice Beach today, of all places. I guess this was good for my sushi class, cause it was right around the corner from our building. They had a bunch of people passing out Greece's country flag and another one with one of their largest sponsors, Samsung. Coca Cola was there passing out a cheesier flag with a funny line Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1087199452896775072004-06-14T02:50:00.000-05:002004-06-14T02:50:52.896-05:00Reality TV Bites
This past Friday my instructor asked if I wanted to stay after class to teach a one day basic class for a special guest. Turns out they wanted to film us instructing a couple who were on one of those dating shows. I was like, “hell yeah I’ll do it!” I always wanted to be in the spotlight and now was my chance. My instructor told us that they’ve been here in the past filming Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1086761078491379712004-06-09T00:49:00.000-05:002004-06-09T01:04:38.490-05:00Fucking Lakers
Jesus. It’s bad enough that I have to live in Laker town where I have to constantly hear the fans cheer for the most hated team amongst Houstonians – but I also have to watch them pull it through in overtime just when I though Detroit was going to take a 2 – 0 victory in LA. God, why do they have to suck so hard? Why does that rapist, Kobe, have to make those clutch shots? WhyDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1086228116954997302004-06-02T20:59:00.000-05:002004-06-02T21:01:56.956-05:00Steve Guttenberg
He’s the butt of many jokes. People love to classify any C-list actor as someone who knows, or who has worked with Steve Guttenberg. I guess it’s because as an actor who trained at NY’s School of Performing Arts, Julliard, The Actor’s Studio and had a few hits in the late 80’s and early 90’s and then disappeared off the face of the planet, would leave something to the Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1086161531272398872004-06-02T02:28:00.000-05:002004-06-02T02:34:11.990-05:00Crazy Beach Person #2
”Get out of meeeee! Why do you keep squeezing the air out of my lungs?!!! What you’re doing is witchcraft…it’s witchcraft damn you! Oh god, why can’t you just get out of me?!”
Yes, these very words were uttered by another one of our Venice Beach finest. She’s this obese homeless woman who walks around without shoes or sanity. Her screams sound as if she’s being Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1085468153185048282004-05-25T01:53:00.000-05:002004-05-25T01:55:53.186-05:00Ethnic Values
When you go to an Asian restaurant, there are some things you come to expect. First off, it doesn’t really matter how good or expensive the food is, the service is gonna suck. All Asian eateries have bad service. It’s a given. Just accept it like we do. Now, when it comes time to pay the bill, Asians always tip poorly. Let’s ponder this for a second: when you tip poorly, you Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1085464480711321862004-05-25T00:49:00.000-05:002004-05-25T00:55:02.136-05:00The Breakup
Ok, for those of you who don’t already know, Gwen and I broke up. She “punched” me in the face and hates me now. But we’re trying to remain friends. Oh, and it was her decision.
We were unsure about our future together, and when one of us is 1700 miles away, the distance made it that much harder. We knew it was going to be difficult when I left Houston, but I guess our Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1084859469277990002004-05-18T00:49:00.000-05:002004-05-18T00:51:09.276-05:00Smelly Feet
My feet smell. I was picking at a nail when I did what others do in the privacy of their own homes but are too afraid to admit it, I smelled my fingers. Yup, pungent foot odor. The kind you get after walking around in sandals all summer long in the humid Houston heat. The build up of sweat and dead skin cells are a bad combination not to mention a potential risk for athlete’s Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1084583181445459402004-05-14T20:02:00.000-05:002004-05-16T14:25:26.456-05:00Stupid Famous People
There’s this popular morning radio show in Southern Cali called, “The Leigh Ann and Charlie Show.” I was listening to it the other morning cause they play really good, old cheesy stuff. I heard that stupid song from No Mercy called, “Where Do You Go?,” and then this one listener called in. She said she wanted to settle a dispute with her husband about if that was the songDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1084424836267884422004-05-13T00:05:00.000-05:002004-05-13T21:54:44.540-05:00Home Sweet Home
I was in Houston this past weekend for my brother’s wedding reception. It was held in a beautiful mansion with lush decorative flowers surrounding all of the tables. I got there about two hours late because I had class that Friday and had to take a direct flight from LA. My girlfriend picked me up from the airport and we made a night of the evening with what little time we hadDattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1083655494250054682004-05-04T02:24:00.000-05:002004-05-10T00:35:12.606-05:00The Living Situation
I live in a small house at the bottom of a hill with both grandparents, great-grandmother, youngest aunt and another retarded aunt--whom is in constant need of care. There are four rooms within a very small living space and I got the room which my youngest uncle used to live. He couldn’t stand it here so he eventually moved out and is now much happier. After living here Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1083526329879875322004-05-02T14:31:00.000-05:002004-05-04T00:38:31.483-05:00Catering Gig #2
During my three months of intensive training at the California Sushi Academy, I’m required to have a hundred hours of internship in order to graduate. Toshi-san, the CEO and owner of the academy, also owns five restaurants around the southern California area—including one in the Staples Center. He gets his students to either work at his restaurants or do catering for private Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1083276285464749252004-04-29T17:04:00.000-05:002004-05-02T23:43:02.670-05:00I’m watching the news today and it turns out that Los Angeles pays the most for road repairs and yet have the worst roads in the nation. Oh, and did I mention the gas prices are probably the highest in the nation also? (at around $2.25/gal) This is ridiculous, especially considering the movie industry operates out of the west coast in Hollywood. You’ve got hundred million dollar movies being Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1083051832873414872004-04-27T02:43:00.000-05:002004-04-27T02:50:37.140-05:00Wow, it’s a real scorcher here in Southern Cali. Today’s temperature almost hit a hundred degrees! I thought I was starting to feel a bit homesick, but now with this heat wave, it’s just like home.
Someone asked me what I missed most about Houston. I told them besides my family, friends and girlfriend, it wasn’t very difficult making the transition to California. Then I tried commuting to Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1082771374871159412004-04-23T20:49:00.000-05:002004-04-25T16:21:41.560-05:00I’ve noticed something about the media out in southern California. It seems as if everyone here hides behind a mask of stardom. Maybe it’s a Hollywood thing, but when local newscasters are dressing scantily-clad while giving reports of the goings on in Iraq, you can’t help but notice. And it’s not only limited to their choice of wardrobe either...it goes beyond that. Like the other day this Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1082702112968953372004-04-23T00:34:00.000-05:002004-04-23T01:50:08.123-05:00You hear about California's infamous traffic and heavily polluted smog, but what it lacks in atmosphere it makes up for in beautifully sunny weather. I've been told that it's always chilly at night even during the summer months. I think that'll take a bit getting used to, having come from the muggy Houston nights I've grown so accustomed to. Change is nice.
I was at the SEMA (Specialty Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888600.post-1082617697457397162004-04-22T01:32:00.000-05:002004-04-23T00:35:12.186-05:00So I'm out on the Venice strip the other day taking a smoke break from all of the California rolls (never thought I'd say that while in California), and I see this guy across the street walking around with arms flailing and spitting out obscenities. I figure he's talking on his cell phone via hands-free mic. Then I realize he's got no phone and he's living out of his car/office/sit-in closet. Dattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187657960864839227noreply@blogger.com0