Late Night And Early Morning Thoughts On Blogness And 2012

As long as I'm introspective I thought if only for myself, I'd go off on a random tangent of, well, introspective thoughts on my blogness and what 2012 has to offer, or not offer for this hack of a thing I call a blog.

I'm now technically in my sixth year of blogging with 4700+ posts and it's been all over the board - just like me somedays (my better half would say I'm kind of manic in that way). Over the time, I've met a lot of people, had extreme anxiety about my personal space and identity, sometimes been a complete asshole, and other times haven't been as much of an asshole as I should have been, and other times, have just been completely idiotic, sometimes hard to work with, and other times, jolly as a jelly bean getting sucked on by a beautiful thumper in the dead of winter while sledding down a hill (and yes, it is early morning and I have no editing skills at the moment and I really have no idea what that means).

Being pseudo anonymous - you take your lumps - but it's been a great thing as well - I get to say exactly what's on my mind and sometimes what's on other people's minds - not without repercussions (because even being anonymous you are known) - but it does give me some safety (I need a MF job and when you've lived life the way I have, you sometimes have a mentality of keeping the things you have close to you and making sure you still have them because at the end of the day sometimes the mentality is that you're the only one who's watching out for you - and you can take that however you want too).

Through the years though I've met a ton of great people - and slowly - as I realized that the people I come into contact with - people from the community - people who take the time to meet with me, e-mail me, make contact in a plethora of ways - that there's nothing there to worry about - there's just passion for the community - I think I've started to become slightly less anxious in that way. I've met folks out in person, use my real name to sign e-mails (because I can only be called Slanty for so long in those types of communications), ended up not caring if people gave me that look because I didn't look like they thought I would - and in some ways - normalized what was sometimes abnormal to me (because sometimes it has been).

So here's to just "being", never having another FB meltdown (it's worked out well so far), kissing K-girl in the middle of the night simply because I can, still meeting great people from the APIA community, randomly posting things for better or worse (kind of like this), checking in with things that might have went awry because of ego or possibly just because I have to pee a lot, cheesy hot dogs with some potato chips, hopefully more blogging than I did in 2011, and of course hardcore porn.

Wow...I have no business being up this late.

I Guess That 2011 Review Thing Didn't Quite Work Out

Sometimes you just have to call a rotten feline a rotten feline and in this case, the rotten feline was me - but I figure fuck it - I'm only human and at least I got a few up there and while this has no bearing on anything whatsoever except for me (because I do like to document my failures) - fuck it - this is my rotten feline but I'll still link it up eventually just because I can and I figure there's at least some streak then to lack back on.

Yes, I'm a rotten feline.

An Open Letter To API's Who Send Me Press Releases That Have Nothing To Do With Anything

Dear People Who I'm Referring Too In The Title Of The Post,

Just because you might have an Asian sounding name doesn't really mean that much to me when you press release me about things that having absolutely nothing to do with anything that I would ever post on - especially seeing as how I'm blogging out only half time right now and I really don't have time for things like the following:

1. Probiotic (WTF is this shit anyway and what the hell kind of disease is it going to give me after I STOP using it?)

2. Johnny Depp. I know he gets everyone a little wet and a little hard, but why the fuck do I care again?

3. Strippers.

4. Scratch that. We all care about strippers.

5. Don't we?

Retro Flash Mob I Wish I Would Have Been A Part Of (Because I Can Dance...Really I Can)

I wasn't actually telling the truth...I can only partially dance....

Does the windshield wiper count?

This Just Isn't Hello Kitty

Usually I don't post things people send me that I could care less about it - but in this case I'll make an exception simply because this picture just isn't the way to get Hello Kitty back on the radar (wait...did it ever leave?)

And yes - if you don't know these White People I don't blame you (and you can be White too): Ashlee Simpson and hubby Pete Wentz.

Yup. He looks thrilled doesn't he?

Random Things I Like To Do When White People Are Around Me

As an Asian American and person of color somedays I just like to do things because I can - and because I have some fun with it - even if only for myself and even if they aren't all that revolutionary.

1. Roll up my windows and lock my car when I'm at an intersection and a group of white people are looking at me.

2. When a nice looking white couple passes by my car and it's out on the street, I like to give the alarm an extra beep and just stare at them for a moment and then lock my car again and make kind of a small grunting noise (I did this again tonight and it served as the impetus for the post).

3. If I see something written in French ask someone if they speak White.

4. Switch my backpack/briefcase to the other shoulder and clutch it noticeably tighter if a white guy is coming towards me, and then speed up a little faster and then give him a quick look like he's going to jack my shit.

5. If I'm around a white person and they look uncomfortable standing close to me in the checkout line, I just move up closer to them but don't actually say anything. Sometimes I grab some Tic Tacs from the impulse buy section and just shake them for a minute.