Archive for Rigamarole
September 23, 2005 at 6:05 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
FanSign Vote-off:
Who’s a weiner?
It’s almost the weekend, so your brain deserves a rest. No probing question today. Enjoy this post. It’s like candy for your brain. Don’t think too hard on this one….You’ll get brain cavities. 
Alright, so here are the finalists for the fanSigns I received about a week and a half back. The #1 voted-on fan pic will receive special LINKAGE and a semi-permanant seat on the left hand bar of my page. Right now all the signs are anonymous to keep from bias in the voting.
Number 1:
Number 2:
Number 3:
Number 4:
Number 5:
TOO SCANDALOUS FOR PUBLIC POSTING! 18 and over ONLY
NSFW! NSFW!!! NWS!!
And even then.. at your own risk. MY EYES!! MYYYY EEEYYYEES!!
Number 6:
Wow, I have some special readers (in a good way, I’m sure.)
Please vote for your favorite!
It determines the left hand side of my site!
September 23, 2005 at 6:00 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
FanSign Vote-off
Who’s a weiner?
It’s almost the weekend, so your brain deserves a rest. No probing question today. Enjoy
this post. It’s like candy for your brain. You’ll get brain cavities.
Alright,
so here are the finalists for the fanSigns I received about a week and
a half back. The #1 voted-on fan pic will receive special LINKAGE
and a semi-permanant seat on the left hand bar of my page.
Right now all the signs are anonymous to keep from bias in the voting.
Number 1:
Number 2:
Number 3:
Number 4:
Number 5:
TOO SCANDALOUS FOR PUBLIC POSTING! 18 and over ONLY
NSFW! NSFW!!! NWS!!
And even then.. at your own risk. MY EYES!! MYYYY EEEYYYEES!!
Number 6:
Wow, I have some special readers (in a good way, I’m sure.)
Please vote for your favorite!
It determines the left hand side of my site!
September 22, 2005 at 6:03 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
My encounter with the Dalai Lama:
I was sitting so close, I could almost see him with my glasses on.
A few months back I had the pleasure and privilege of going to see
the Dalai Lama speak. And though I remember his words being very
enlightening, I don’t actually remember what he said or spoke about.
It was one of his actions that day that stands out the most in my mind.
As
he was getting comfortable on his seat on-stage, he mentioned something
laughingly about how the lights shining on him were really bright.
Immediately someone brought him a UCI visor cap — which he then put on.
It
really was a sight to see — the Dalai Lama with a UCI
visor perched on his head, patiently answering all our questions.
Picture taken from this site.
Anyhow, what really got me thinking about this was the
fact that there were other people on stage with him at the time, but no
one else complained about the lights — even though any of us that have
been on large stages know how glaring they can be. No one even shaded
their eyes in attempt to gain some respite from the blinding stage
lights. Except the Dalai Lama. And he found a solution — a solution
that did harm to no one and cured him of his discomfort.
Why is
this? I was forced to ask myself. Is it because people are afraid to
speak up about their discomforts? Is it because they’re afraid the
solution will make them look silly?
Who knows… But somehow I began to think about how this applies to
real life. How many times have I not spoken up when I felt
uncomfortable about something that could have been easily solved? How
often do I wallow in pain and self-sacrifice when the solution doesn’t
change anything for anyone but me?
How often do I let my image of what is the way it’s “supposed to be” get in the way of what is good for me?
I mean, I’ve been on a big stage many times, and I’ve always
complained about the bright lights, been annoyed at how I can’t see
anything, gotten a headache trying to read the stupid piece of paper in
front of me.
And yet, it never occurred to me that the solution would be as
simple as putting on a visor or a hat. Instead, I stood there and
endured it just like everyone else, when in fact, helping myself
wouldn’t have hurt or changed anything for anybody.
Yet, even as I write this, I find it incomprehensible in myself to be able to do such a thing.
I think it takes a different type of mind set to be able to do what
the Dalai Lama did. — A mind set that I do not yet have. However,
understanding that, now I can look out for more painful situations in
which I can just find simple solutions for myself that don’t have an
effect on anyone but me.
An example: If I’m cold and I’m wearing a really
nice outfit — fuck what looks good, I’ll just put on the fugly ass
sweater I found in the back of my car. It doesn’t hurt anyone that I
look worse, but at least I won’t be freezing my ass off and getting
sick.
Do you ever make sacrifices in comfort, in order to not look out of the ordinary? If so, give an example.
Kim’s Link of the Day:
Check this guy out!
CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL VIEW
This is one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time. He’s hilarious
and a great artist. I’m an instant fan. I also have this same
problem… People guess everything but Viet. …Until I squat down and
pretend to smoke, drink heineken and play cards at the same time.
September 22, 2005 at 6:00 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
My encounter with the Dalai Lama:
I was sitting so close, I could almost see him with my glasses on.
A few months back I had the pleasure and privilege of going to see
the Dalai Lama speak. And though I remember his words being very
enlightening, I don’t actually remember what he said or spoke about.
It was one of his actions that day that stands out the most in my mind.
As
he was getting comfortable on his seat on-stage, he mentioned something
laughingly about how the lights shining on him were really bright.
Immediately someone brought him a UCI visor cap — which he then put on.
It
really was a sight to see — the Dalai Lama with a UCI
visor perched on his head, patiently answering all our questions.
Picture taken from this site.
Anyhow, what really got me thinking about this was the
fact that there were other people on stage with him at the time, but no
one else complained about the lights — even though any of us that have
been on large stages know how glaring they can be. No one even shaded
their eyes in attempt to gain some respite from the blinding stage
lights. Except the Dalai Lama. And he found a solution — a solution
that did harm to no one and cured him of his discomfort.
Why is
this? I was forced to ask myself. Is it because people are afraid to
speak up about their discomforts? Is it because they’re afraid the
solution will make them look silly?
Who knows… But somehow I began to think about how this applies to
real life. How many times have I not spoken up when I felt
uncomfortable about something that could have been easily solved? How
often do I wallow in pain and self-sacrifice when the solution doesn’t
change anything for anyone but me?
How often do I let my image of what is the way it’s “supposed to be” get in the way of what is good for me?
I mean, I’ve been on a big stage many times, and I’ve always
complained about the bright lights, been annoyed at how I can’t see
anything, gotten a headache trying to read the stupid piece of paper in
front of me.
And yet, it never occurred to me that the solution would be as
simple as putting on a visor or a hat. Instead, I stood there and
endured it just like everyone else, when in fact, helping myself
wouldn’t have hurt or changed anything for anybody.
Yet, even as I write this, I find it incomprehensible in myself to be able to do such a thing.
I think it takes a different type of mind set to be able to do what
the Dalai Lama did. — A mind set that I do not yet have. However,
understanding that, now I can look out for more painful situations in
which I can just find simple solutions for myself that don’t have an
effect on anyone but me.
An example: If I’m cold and I’m wearing a really
nice outfit — fuck what looks good, I’ll just put on the fugly ass
sweater I found in the back of my car. It doesn’t hurt anyone that I
look worse, but at least I won’t be freezing my ass off and getting
sick.
Do you ever make “sacrifices”, in order to not look “stupid”? If so, give an example.
Kim’s Link of the Day:
Check this guy out!
CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL VIEW
This is one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time. He’s hilarious
and a great artist. I’m an instant fan. I also have this same
problem… People guess everything but Viet. …Until I squat down and
pretend to smoke, drink heineken and play cards at the same time.
September 22, 2005 at 6:17 am · Filed under Rigamarole
My encounter with the Dalai Lama:
I was sitting so close, I could almost see him with my glasses on.
A few months back I had the pleasure and privilege of going to see the Dalai Lama speak. And though I remember his words being very enlightening, I don’t actually remember what he said or spoke about.
It was one of his actions that day that stands out the most in my mind.
As he was getting comfortable on his seat on-stage, he mentioned something laughingly about how the lights shining on him were really bright. Immediately someone brought him a UCI visor cap — which he then put on.
It really was a sight to see — the Dalai Lama with a UCI visor perched on his head, patiently answering all our questions.
Picture taken from this site.
Anyhow, what really got me thinking about this was the fact that there were other people on stage with him at the time, but no one else complained about the lights — even though any of us that have been on large stages know how glaring they can be. No one even shaded their eyes in attempt to gain some respite from the blinding stage lights. Except the Dalai Lama. And he found a solution — a solution that did harm to no one and cured him of his discomfort.
Why is this? I was forced to ask myself. Is it because people are afraid to speak up about their discomforts? Is it because they’re afraid the solution will make them look silly?
Who knows… But somehow I began to think about how this applies to real life. How many times have I not spoken up when I felt uncomfortable about something that could have been easily solved? How often do I wallow in pain and self-sacrifice when the solution doesn’t change anything for anyone but me?
How often do I let my image of what is the way it’s “supposed to be” get in the way of what is good for me?
I mean, I’ve been on a big stage many times, and I’ve always complained about the bright lights, been annoyed at how I can’t see anything, gotten a headache trying to read the stupid piece of paper in front of me.
And yet, it never occurred to me that the solution would be as simple as putting on a visor or a hat. Instead, I stood there and endured it just like everyone else, when in fact, helping myself wouldn’t have hurt or changed anything for anybody.
Yet, even as I write this, I find it incomprehensible in myself to be able to do such a thing.
I think it takes a different type of mind set to be able to do what the Dalai Lama did. — A mind set that I do not yet have. However, understanding that, now I can look out for more painful situations in which I can just find simple solutions for myself that don’t have an effect on anyone but me.
An example: If I’m cold and I’m wearing a really nice outfit — fuck what looks good, I’ll just put on the fugly ass sweater I found in the back of my car. It doesn’t hurt anyone that I look worse, but at least I won’t be freezing my ass off and getting sick.
Do you ever make “sacrifices”, in order to not look “stupid”? If so, give an example.
Kim’s Link of the Day:
Check this guy out!
CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL VIEW
This is one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time. He’s hilarious and a great artist. I’m an instant fan. I also have this same problem… People guess everything but Viet. …Until I squat down and pretend to smoke, drink heineken and play cards at the same time.
September 21, 2005 at 6:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Shopping for a meaning in life.
Is our capitalistic nature taking a hold of us as a culture?
Yesterday I was listening to the Democracy Now radio — an extremely
leftist talk radio station that I don’t always agree with, but always
glean interesting ideas from — and was listening to a speaker who
ended up saying the deepest thing I’ve heard in the longest time.
He said, “Our culture is at a point where we are just shopping for a meaning in life.”
At first I was struck by the frankness of the declaration, and then I
began to think about it more carefully. The more I thought about
it, the more I thought about how true it is for the younger generation
— people in their twenties and their teens.
Ask your average teenager or twentager the last item of clothes they
bought, the last DVD they watched, the next thing their fingers are
itching to buy and they will probably be able to tell you.
Ask the same average teen or twenty-year old the last time they did
something that held meaning to them, and they’ll have a lot harder time
replying.
It seems that more and more I see kids and people who are only
interested in filling their lives with their possessions and things to
do. I blame part of this on the capitalistic society that
we live in — the entertainment industry seeks to entertain, while
everyone tries to provide new things that we all want and must have.
Because of these THINGS, it’s easy to fill your entire life and time
with things that don’t really have meaning to you as a human being.
However, I blame this phenomenon more on the individual people in our
society. We all know there are causes out there that need help,
volunteers, money. We all see that there are people that are in
more poverty than we are all the time. We just choose not to
stand up what we believe in until it’s too late… And when it’s too
late, we figure it’s too late to stand up for what we believe in.
So we pop in another DVD, pop another pill, and shop until we forget about the atrocious things that are happening around us.
Our stuff gives a reason to continue. Not our cause.
Why have so many young people lost the fire to push for things they really believe in?
Serve! [click if you’re in college]
One of my answers to putting fire and a belief in humanity back in your
life… if you’re looking to try something new and are inspired by this
post. I have found that nothing feels quite as good as doing hands-on service for the community.
[CLICK HERE] if you’re out of college and working
[CLICK HERE] if you’re in high school and you want to make a difference.
Do you feel that our society is shopping for meaning?
Are we just filling our lives with STUFF to make up for the fact that we don’t have something we believe in?
I was at the grocery store and I saw this old ass grandma lady
struggling with her bags. I asked her if she wanted help.
In her smile I felt meaning… and amazingly enough, it was free.
September 21, 2005 at 2:28 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Shopping for a meaning in life.
Is our capitalistic nature taking a hold of us as a culture?
Yesterday I was listening to the Democracy Now radio — an extremely
leftist talk radio station that I don’t always agree with, but always
glean interesting ideas from — and was listening to a speaker who
ended up saying the deepest thing I’ve heard in the longest time.
He said, “Our culture is at a point where we are just shopping for a meaning in life.”
At first I was struck by the frankness of the declaration, and then I
began to think about it more carefully. The more I thought about
it, the more I thought about how true it is for the younger generation
— people in their twenties and their teens.
Ask your average teenager or twentager the last item of clothes they
bought, the last DVD they watched, the next thing their fingers are
itching to buy and they will probably be able to tell you.
Ask the same average teen or twenty-year old the last time they did
something that held meaning to them, and they’ll have a lot harder time
replying.
It seems that more and more I see kids and people who are only
interested in filling their lives with their possessions and things to
do. I blame part of this on the capitalistic society that
we live in — the entertainment industry seeks to entertain, while
everyone tries to provide new things that we all want and must have.
Because of these THINGS, it’s easy to fill your entire life and time
with things that don’t really have meaning to you as a human being.
However, I blame this phenomenon more on the individual people in our
society. We all know there are causes out there that need help,
volunteers, money. We all see that there are people that are in
more poverty than we are all the time. We just choose not to
stand up what we believe in until it’s too late… And when it’s too
late, we figure it’s too late to stand up for what we believe in.
So we pop in another DVD, pop another pill, and shop until we forget about the atrocious things that are happening around us.
Our stuff gives a reason to continue. Not our cause.
Why have so many young people lost the fire to push for things they really believe in?
Serve! [click if you’re in college]
One of my answers to putting fire and a belief in humanity back in your
life… if you’re looking to try something new and are inspired by this
post. I have found that nothing feels quite as good as doing hands-on service for the community.
[CLICK HERE] if you’re out of college and working
[CLICK HERE] if you’re in high school and you want to make a difference.
Do you feel that our society is shopping for meaning?
Are we just filling our lives with STUFF to make up for the fact that we don’t have something we believe in?
I was at the grocery store and I saw this old ass grandma lady
struggling with her bags. I asked her if she wanted help.
In her smile I felt meaning… and amazingly enough, it was free.
September 20, 2005 at 6:26 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Why Wehoroy is not the REAL mr Xanga 2005
And why people really SHOULDN’t throw rocks at glass houses.
–News flash! Wehoroy calls me “fucked up” and a “bitch” like it’s a bad thing…
So I had actually already written today’s entry, but it’s being held
off for just a little bit for a tiny bit more drama. The
reason? Because I’ve been THREATENED. Yes,
threatened. You don’t believe me?
And for those who know my perverse nature, you know that threatening me will only make things get worse.
Maybe he wants it that way, hell, this way he’ll get more hits!
How this REALLY started:
So first of all, let me tell you about my first run-in with Mr. wehoroy
over here. Someone guided me to his site and told me he had
written a comment about me, which I replied to sentence for sentence
here: (he has since deleted what he wrote):
You can’t see the date, but that’s 9/6/2005. THAT MEANS that
he started shit with me way before yesterday’s entry — which HE CLAIMS
is what started this bullcrap.
Basically he said something along the lines of “I
don’t understand why shi gets so many votes and comments. Her
blog doesn’t have real blogs anyway. I’m not saying this to hate,
it’s the truth”
My reply in a nut shell was: “Because I’m the best. And if you don’t have anything to back up why I’m not a real blog, then it really is hating.”
Apparently, according to him, this was a call for him to delete his
comment. Whereas, all I wanted to know was his reasoning behind
this topic.
Rule #1: Never say shit on your site that you can’t back up.
Rule #2: Never say shit on your site that you’re going to take down if the other person sees.
If you decide to start shit, start shit. Don’t give me that pussy shit of posting it on your site and taking it off.
Part 2:
Alright, so I wasn’t too mad about the thing before even though it did help fuel my anger enough to win that Xanga contest.
What really got me going was when I got this message:
Hey wehoroy, are you talking about ME? Are you saying that you
ripped MY site apart? Come on now, just asking why I get votes
and saying that my blog isn’t really a blog is NOT ripping me
apart.
As I said before, if you’re going to say something, BACK THAT SHIT UP.
For example:
Wehoroy’s page sucks for the following reasons:
1. Every single day that he gets on featured he posts that shit
up. What the FUCK is that? Some days, that’s the only thing
he posts. Who the fuck cares?
2. About half of his entries have absolutely no content. They’re
something he copy-pasted from somewhere or another. MY BLOG is
not a REAL BLOG? At least my shit comes from my own head.
3. He thinks that telling me I’m “FUCKED UP” is “dropping the bomb” on me
4. He calls himself a trendsetter because he posted pictures of his hits. I’m sorry, but that’s SO months ago. As in, someone better did it in March.
5. He is such a loser he made a VIDEO about the Mr. Xanga 2005 contest.
Come on now, if you’re going to “drop the bomb” on me at least post the
paparrazzi pictures of me fucking the taken brad pitt or
something. Shit. I already KNOW I’m fucked up, what I don’t
know is whether or not I’m fucking brad pitt.
OK and now the part that you’ve been waiting for:
Why wehoroy doesn’t deserve to be Mr. Xanga 2005
It has just come to my attention that Wehoroy [my co-winner] had been spamming our community with this message:
What it says is:
“Hey there!!! I really appreciated you voting for me!!! Now’s the
biggie! I made it to the next round, and I need you vote for me again.
Same rules apply. Just go .:HERE:.
and put my name in the comment box. If you want, you can put it my girl
Dieselgrrrrl’s name too for Ms. Xanga! She made it to the next round as
well! Here’s the catch: You CAN NOT place your vote until 3:00 pm
today, which is Wednesday (London time), and it only runs for a 24 hour
period! So, I really need your help!!!! Don’t vote too early, or
late!!! Thank you sooooo much in advance, and TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS to
vote for me!!! It’s about time the “little guy” wins something…Thanks
gorgeous!”
Alright, I just have one thing to say to this: If you really are Mr.
Xanga, you should only be asking your FANS to vote for you because your
FANS are the people who love your site and your FANS are the only
people who have the right to vote for you.
In all, to be Mr. Xanga, you should have ALREADY BEEN KNOWN.
Mr. Wehoroy won by 4 votes over my good friend Cakalusa, but it’s an
empty 4 votes, since so many of the votes were gained by him blanketing
the internet with his snivelling begging comment.
Final comments
Instead of wasting your time by blanket commenting the community, and
petty threats, why don’t you try harder and get some actual fans to
vote for you.
Yeah, sure, I’m fucked up — but you know in your heart that you were
the one who chose to start this with me and that I would have never
entered that contest seriously if it wasn’t for people like you and
that other girl.
If you had kept your mouth shut, your girl would have won.
ATTENTION READERS:
I apologize deeply for my actions lately and I swear that this is the
last piece of Xanga drama that I”m going to dish out for a long
time. I have about 5 entries I had to put on the backburner
because of this shit and I’m not going to hold off good entertainment
to prove my point anymore.
In the meantime I drew this for your entertainment:
http://artpad.art.com/gallery/gallery.swf?id=imwj3vs967k
Make sure you move it to “fast”
The first person to get all the names right gets a link in the next entry.
September 19, 2005 at 6:15 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Hit me baby, one more time!
You know you want to know my numbers…
The trendiest shit in XangaLand right now is to post up the amount of hits you are getting:
Anyhow… So, since I’m SUUUCH the trend whore and I can’t let
ANYONE out-brag me, I decided to go to my own site meter to put up my
own damn stats….
Only, instead of an impressive peak, they look more like Bush’s approval ratings.
Apparently, my stock is down.
…How depressing… If my sense of self-worth were based on
hits, the value of my life would be rapidly decreasing right now.
— remind me that I’m not meant to be a trend whore and will never be one correctly.
What trends have you tried following that have been complete failures?
p.s. in case you can’t tell, i’m being
sarcastic. i think this trend is pretty dumb. what’s the
point of showing people your hits? no one gives a shit.
On a related note…
Today shi@xanga reached 1000 subscribers!
I very rarely talk about my stats [in fact, I mentioned featured
content just about once in all my entries] because I think they’re the
most boring thing in the world. Plus I don’t think anyone really cares
whether or not I get 100 hits or if I got on featured content.
— But since I already broke the ice and showed the world the
amount of hits I get daily, it’s the best time to announce that my site
recently reached 1000 subscribers! Man, honestly, that’s a big
number even for me.
Congratulations to joe_XXX for
being my 1000th subscriber! I’ve been hitting quite a few Xanga
milestones lately it seems, and it’s all because of the coolio awesome
people that read the bullcrappy I write semi-daily.
Special thanks to all my real-life friends who put up with the bullshit I put them through!
September 19, 2005 at 6:10 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Hit me baby, one more time!
You know you want to know my numbers…
So, since I’ve been checking out a lot more Xanga sites
lately… I noticed that it’s really trendy right now to post the
amount of hits that you get:
Anyhow… So, since I’m SUUUCH the trend whore and I can’t let
ANYONE out-brag me, I decided to go to my own site meter to put up my
own damn stats….
Only, instead of an impressive peak, they look more like Bush’s approval ratings.
Apparently, my stock is down.
…How depressing… If my sense of self-worth were based on
hits, the value of my life would be rapidly decreasing right now.
— remind me that I’m not meant to be a trend whore and will never be one correctly.
What trends have you tried following that have been complete failures?
On a related note…
Today shi@xanga reached 1000 subscribers!
I very rarely talk about my stats (in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever
mentioned them on this blog)– but since I already broke the ice and showed the world the
amount of hits I get daily today, it’s the best time to announce that my site
recently reached 1000 subscribers! Man, honestly, that’s a big
number even for me.
Congratulations to joe_XXX for
being my 1000th subscriber! I’ve been hitting quite a few Xanga
milestones lately it seems, and it’s all because of the coolio awesome
people that read the bullcrappy I write semi-daily.
Special thanks to all my real-life friends who put up with the bullshit I put them through!
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