Archive for Rigamarole
October 18, 2005 at 6:43 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Weiners on the knees win the vote.
Hands down, no question
As much as I hate the nonsensical gibberish written by today’s teens, there’s something else that also constantly bothers me: people who write in a style so convoluted with “big words” they learned from SAT books or looked up in the dictionary that the general comprehension of their writing is pretty much at the level of a teeny bopper’s rant or an emo-child’s poetry.
Don’t get me wrong, I love intellectual discourse. What I hate are people who think that in order to achieve writing that sounds more intelligent they must alienate anyone who has never memorized thousands of vocabulary words.
To me, the things that make intelligent writing intelligent are the ideas that are put across, not the words that are used in order express those ideas.
Examples
For example… if I wrote an entry that said:
“I took a shit today and it stank.”
Not very interesting, and the idea is lame, right? What if I wrote:
“Today, when I emptied my bowels, my excrement was emitting a disgustingly putrid odor.”
Yeah, bigger and less used words, but the idea is still the same and just as lame.
What if, instead, I said something like:
“I dislike that I get paid less than the owner’s son, even though I do more work”
Would it really be any different, or would the idea be more complex or interesting AT ALL if instead I began ranting about nepotism and how it runs rampant in my work place? (all these examples fictional by the way, my shit smells like roses.)
Fuck pseudo-intellectual elitists
The only difference is that less people will understand the ideas put across by the person who writes with big words, and those same person who thinks he/she writes intelligently can find a elitist satisfaction in the fact that the less-learned find it hard to understand what he/she is saying.
While those who actually understand the words simply shake their heads and say “What a bunch of unintelligent bullshit.”
Emo-children, teeny boppers, and pseudo-intellectuals are all the same:
What is the point of written communication when you’re not actually communicating with anyone?
October 18, 2005 at 3:25 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Weiners on the knees win the vote.
Hands down, no question
As much as I hate the nonsensical gibberish written by today’s teens,
there’s something else that also constantly bothers me: people
who write in a style so convoluted with “big words” they learned from
SAT books or looked up in the dictionary that the general comprehension
of their writing is pretty much at the level of a teeny bopper’s rant
or an emo-child’s poetry.
Don’t get me wrong, I love intellectual discourse. What I hate
are people who think that in order to achieve writing that sounds more
intelligent they must alienate anyone who has never memorized thousands
of vocabulary words.
To me, the things that make intelligent writing intelligent are the
ideas that are put across, not the words that are used in order express those ideas.
Examples
For example… if I wrote an entry that said:
“I took a shit today and it stank.”
Not very interesting, and the idea is lame, right? What if I wrote:
“Today, when I emptied my bowels, my excrement was emitting a disgustingly putrid odor.”
Yeah, bigger and less used words, but the idea is still the same and just as lame.
What if, instead, I said something like:
“I dislike that I get paid less than the owner’s son, even though I do more work”
Would it really be any different, or would the idea be more complex or interesting AT ALL if instead I began ranting about nepotism and how it runs rampid in my work place? (all these examples fictional by the way, my shit smells like roses.)
Fuck pseudo-intellectual elitists
The only difference is that less people will understand the ideas put
across by the person who writes with big words, and those same person
who thinks he/she writes intelligently can find a elitist satisfaction
in the fact that the less-learned find it hard to understand what he/she is saying.
While those who actually understand the words simply shake their heads and say “What a bunch of unintelligent bullshit.”
Emo-children, teeny boppers, and pseudo-intellectuals are all the same:
What is the point of written communication when you’re not actually communicating with anyone?
October 17, 2005 at 6:19 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
What does the flu feel like?
I wonder…
Because if it feels like someone’s hand [maybe the size of Shaq’s] is squeezing the back of my head into a pulp, and a sore throat then perhaps I have it.
…and I thought I was the lucky one in my apartment that escaped the sickness. Apparently I’m just a little late to the party.
Today’s question (since I have no post due to headache):
Would you rather have sex with a hot chick that has a penis on her forehead or a hot chick with a penis on each knee?
Girls and boys answer this question. And none of that pussy “neither one” answer shit either.
I say, knees.
October 16, 2005 at 6:36 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I know it’s wrong to make fun of young people
… but I totally can’t help it.
They make it way too easy
Okay, okay, you guys always give me a hard time for picking on chicks that are in the 13-16 range… But I swear to you, anyone who is old enough to willingly post a picture of themselves in a thong on the internet is old enough to be made fun of by me.
So honestly, I have very little to say about this girl, other than the fact that I ran into her site through Featured Content and that it appears that she speaks english, but in a completely foreign way… and yes, it makes me laugh.
Excerpt:
BABY I MISH YU
ITEEE SO YESTADAII WAS MCLANCY DANCE.. HAD MAD FUN.. ESPECIALLY CUZ I WUSS WIT MA NIKKUHS.. I YUSS..LOL ND NINA ND ME MET OUR GOAL.. YEY US!! LOL I DIDNT THINK WE COULD DO IT BUH WE DID… EXCEPT WE FORGOT TO BRING MAD SHIT WIT US… … ITE SO MAD BORED MENG.. ND MAD HW DAT AINT GON GET DUN.. SOUND GOOD RYHH? WONDA WA IAMMA GO ROLL OFF ND DO TODAII… IF NETHIN…
And the inevitable question:
Do you think people who write like this really can’t write/spell and are trying to cover up their lack of intelligence by writing shit incorrectly “on purpose”… OR do you think that it’s possible that people who write like this instinctively have a higher sense of the English language than the rest of us?
I mean, that would explain why it makes me so tired when I try to ‘riTe lyke a teeniE boPPer’.
October 16, 2005 at 4:44 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I know it’s wrong to make fun of young people
… but I totally can’t help it.
They make it way too easy
Okay, okay, you guys always give me a hard time for picking on chicks that are in the 13-16 range… But I swear to you, anyone who is old enough to willingly post a picture of themselves in a thong on the internet is old enough to be made fun of by me.
So honestly, I have very little to say about this girl, other than the fact that I ran into her site through Featured Content and that it appears that she speaks english, but in a completely foreign way… and yes, it makes me laugh.
Exerpt:
BABY I MISH YU
ITEEE SO YESTADAII WAS MCLANCY DANCE.. HAD MAD FUN.. ESPECIALLY CUZ I WUSS WIT MA NIKKUHS.. I YUSS..LOL ND NINA ND ME MET OUR GOAL.. YEY US!! LOL I DIDNT THINK WE COULD DO IT BUH WE DID… EXCEPT WE FORGOT TO BRING MAD SHIT WIT US… … ITE SO MAD BORED MENG.. ND MAD HW DAT AINT GON GET DUN.. SOUND GOOD RYHH? WONDA WA IAMMA GO ROLL OFF ND DO TODAII… IF NETHIN…
And the inevitable question:
Do you think people who write like this really can’t write/spell and are trying to cover up their lack of intelligence by writing shit incorrectly “on purpose”… OR do you think that it’s possible that people who write like this instinctively have a higher sense of the English language than the rest of us?
I mean, that would explain why it makes me so tired when I try to ‘riTe lyke a teeniE boPPer’.
October 15, 2005 at 7:07 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Shi’s FAQ’s
Everything you always ask.
1. What exactly does “pwned” mean?
This is the highest ranked definition of “PWNED” on urbanDictionary.com:
A corruption of the word “Owned.” This
originated in an online game called Warcraft, where a map designer
misspelled “owned.” When the computer beat a player, it was supposed to
say, so-and-so “has been owned.”
Instead, it said, so-and-so “has been pwned.”
It basically means “to own” or to be dominated by an opponent or situation, especially by some god-like or computer-like force.
“Man, I rock at my job, but I still got a bad evaluation. I was pwned.”
OR
“That team totally pwned us.”
I’ve been asked that at least 10 times… so there you go.
EDIT: Pronunciation: I pronounce “pwned” ‘pooohned’
— like phoned, without the ‘h’. The actual pronunciation is
“owned” I believe.
2. What ethnicity are you?
My last name is Nguyen. If that’s not enough of an indication of
what ethnicity I am, then the word “VIETNAMESE” should help.
3. What does “Shi” mean and why did you choose that name?
I always try to get names with the lowest number of letters
possible. The first name I always go for is “ai” which means
“love” in Japanese. [My blogger.com name is ai]
The second name I go for is “Shi”. It means “death” or the number 4 in Japanese.
4. Why are you such a bitch?
Because people are idiots. That and the fact that I get the
distinct feeling that the voice that comes across the screen is not
quite as friendly as the way I actually speak. People that know
me can probably “hear” the intonations of my speech through my writing
— but I can see how my written voice can be pretty harsh.
So to sum it up: I may not be as angry as I sound. In real life I
have a very high-pitched asian voice that makes up for the nasty shit I
say.
5. Will you comment me back?/ Give me eprops? / Go to my site?
Honestly, I go to about 90% of my commenter’s sites, just to see what
type of people I reach. I almost never comment unless I know the
person or if their entry strikes something in me. I also almost
never comment in reply unless your comment strikes something in
me. But don’t worry, your comments are being read and are
extremely appreciated.
I read 100% of all my comments.
Oh yeah, and asking me to comment on your site will result in a
comment-only or 0 comments if I comment at all, depending on how much
you annoy me that day. The same goes for asking for
e-props. Thanks. Good day.
I think that pretty much covers most of it. =] The next question
and answer session will be a “Dear Kim” so if you have any questions
you didn’t ask yet, feel free to post them here.
October 14, 2005 at 6:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m called a tomboy…
But I hate sports.
I’ve been called a tomboy more than once in my life. It’s always weird when I get called that because I’ve always associated the word ‘tomboy’ with a girl who likes sports, and does mostly ‘boyish’ activities.
Now, while my attitude may be considered semi-manly because I hate bitches, can fart and burp with the nastiest of them, spend only 5 minutes to get ready in the morning, and have a quick tongue for insults — I don’t know if tomboy is the really the right word to describe me.
I mean, most of my hobbies are anything but manly. I like to knit, sew, cook, wrap presents [it IS a hobby — trust me], fold useless things out of paper, and buy ridiculously priced cute things from Asia.
It’s true that I’m a computer science major, and that I like to play video games… but I don’t think that’s really cause enough to call me a tomboy.
Am I a tomboy that has girly hobbies that hates sports? It doesn’t seem to sound right.
What labels have you been called that don’t make sense?
P.S. I think I’m running out of topics that I’m actually passionate about. Have any ideas about what you want me to talk about next?
October 14, 2005 at 1:33 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m called a tomboy…
But I hate sports.
I’ve been called a tomboy more than once in my life. It’s always
weird when I get called that because I’ve always associated the word
‘tomboy’ with a girl who likes sports, and does mostly ‘boyish’
activities.
Now, while my attitude may be considered semi-manly because I hate
bitches, can fart and burp with the nastiest of them, spend only 5
minutes to get ready in the morning, and have a quick tongue for
insults — I don’t know if tomboy is the really the right word to
describe me.
I mean, most of my hobbies are anything but manly. I like to
knit, sew, cook, wrap presents [it IS a hobby — trust me], fold
useless things out of paper, and buy ridiculously priced cute things
from Asia.
It’s true that I’m a computer science major, and that I like to play
video games… but I don’t think that’s really cause enough to call me
a tomboy.
Am I a tomboy that has girly hobbies that hates sports? It doesn’t seem to sound right.
What labels have you been called that don’t make sense?
P.S. I think I’m
running out of topics that I’m actually passionate about. Have
any ideas about what you want me to talk about next?
October 13, 2005 at 6:21 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Am I going to hell?
Are you?
What happens after we die? Since childhood I’ve been told that
reincarnation is the answer to the afterlife and that there are several
different levels of reincarnation up until the point of nirvana.
Basically, if you’re a good person, when you’re reincarnated your life
is better and you’re a more enlightened person. If you’re a bad
person you’ll be reincarnated as something worse. Perhaps an
animal or a person who experiences a lot of bad luck. i.e. if you
killed a person in this life, in the next life you might be
reincarnated as a dog whose abusive owner happens to be the soul of the
person you killed previously.
There are so many different stories and hypothesis about what happens after you die…
How come it’s so hard to believe that perhaps, nothing happens at
all? When I look at things objectively, I find it hard to believe
in my mind anything except the fact that we just…stop.
But then… how come it’s so hard for me to believe in my heart that my consciousness simply disappears once I’m dead?
What do you think happens when we die?
October 13, 2005 at 2:10 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Am I going to hell?
Are you?
What happens after we die? Since childhood I’ve been told that
reincarnation is the answer to the afterlife and that there are several
different levels of reincarnation up until the point of nirvana.
Basically, if you’re a good person, when you’re reincarnated your life
is better and you’re a more enlightened person. If you’re a bad
person you’ll be reincarnated as something worse. Perhaps an
animal or a person who experiences a lot of bad luck. i.e. if you
killed a person in this life, in the next life you might be
reincarnated as a dog whose abusive owner happens to be the soul of the
person you killed previously.
There are so many different stories and hypothesis about what happens after you die…
How come it’s so hard to believe that perhaps, nothing happens at
all? When I look at things objectively, I find it hard to believe
in my mind anything except the fact that we just…stop.
But then… how come it’s so hard for me to believe in my heart that my consciousness simply disappears once I’m dead?
What do you think happens when a person dies?
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