+10 starbucks

This blog is really fucked up because it was written over the course of 2 weeks on 4 different days, but I wanted to finish it because I wanted to post something else.

So unnamed friend and I played pool again on Wednesday. Normally I drive to the mall to pick up vanilla coffee frappacino, get pissed off that I can't find parking, get stuck in traffic on Kapiolani cause they're doing road work, get my ass kicked and lose more Starbucks. But this night was different. Before playing pool I went to visit the furious Flip and Keiko at Kapiolani Hospital. She just gave birth to their first child, Lucas(sp?). ET phone home.

After picking up Starbucks from Borders and getting to the pool hall, we got booted for bringing in outside drinks... WTF! So we went outside to drink our drinks. I finished my iced latte, unnamed friend started bitching about why her straw was so skinny and not looking like a Starbucks straw. She didn't finish her Starbucks cause of her skinny straw and numerous other excuses. We went in to play... yada yada yada... I WON!

I played pretty good. But it probably could have turned bad really fast, but, thanks to unnamed friend it didn't. Although I suck at playing pool, I guess I'm a pool perfectionist. If I'm not doing something well, I get frustrated with myself, this is especially true with positioning the cue ball. When I say positioning the cue ball I'm talking a few inches off, not hooked behind another ball or giving myself a hard shot. Unnamed friend wondered why this was so, so she asked me if she had left me that shot would I be mad, I said no, so she said that if I don't position the ball exactly where I wanted it that I should imagine that she left me that shot. So I started doing that and I started making a lot of balls and playing better.

I guess before I'd be too hard on myself and that would throw my game off. So instead of trying to be perfect, I worked with what I had and it really made me play a freer more relaxed game. Since I won the tournament and moved up in class, I think I played with a lot more pressure on me, feeling that I needed to prove to myself that I could actually play and didn't win the tournament on luck alone.

When we were done playing, we went outside to "smoke," I go outside to talk story, she smokes. Unnamed friend said she read the "being the champ" blog and that what I wrote was untrue and that I made it seem like she was a lot better then she was, she said if someone read the blog, no one would think that the person I was talking about was her. Why would I lie in my blog? At the time I wrote it only Keith and Jens read it so I wasn't trying to kiss her ass. It was my honest assessment of her ability as a pool player. By this time, Ho'o, Kai, and Keli'i had also come outside. So we asked them and they agreed with me. I don't know what's wrong with unnamed friend, I have no reason to lie to her, she's a non-believer like Dana Scully. So would that make me Fox Mulder because I believe?

Tahoe (not a blog)

reposting of email since I know some of you people don't read email.

before reading this, please look to the right at current stats. Yes, that's correct, I won 2 sets!

Edited out first sentence :)
I just got off the phone with my auntie and I reserved her Tahoe place from Monday, Feb 2 to Friday, Feb 13. So anytime between there. I think we've typically flown out on a weekday night and came back the following Friday or Saturday. Cup and/or Keith is this right as far as you remember?

To me it doesn't matter when we leave or return. But I'd rather leave on the redeye or early morning. Only Hawaiian has nonstop to Oakland or Sacramento, but flying Hawaiian won't work because all the flights I see leave mid-day and don't land til 9pm and not even I want to drive to Tahoe at night.

There are no direct flights into Reno, the best 1 stop flight I see is flying either Alaska Air or American and its $838. I say best because total time is 8hours 15minutes. But we could fly into San Francisco and drive to Tahoe in the same amount of time.

The best flight I see into SFO is either United #72 or #76. #72 lands around 3pm, #76 lands at 5am. All of the flights I listed are leaving on Monday, Feb 2.

We normally take the redeye out of HNL land at SFO around 5am, pick up our rental car(s), beat morning traffic, Keith and Marv sleep in the back, stop in Sacramento for breakfast, shopping at REI, and for food, water, etc. at Costco, Keith and Marv sleep in the back, arrive in Tahoe early afternoon.

Should I have my dad reserve 2 timeshares? We can always cancel later. Better to have too many places then not enough :D

World of Warcraft

Space reserved :)

Mystery Science Theatre 3810

I just read this post and it sucks. If you read this don't say I didn't warn you.


Ok, so I'm "borrowing" the title from cult tv classic Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Why am I naming my blog this? Because unlike my other blogs where I write and then give the blog a title based on whatever shit I came up with, I created this blog to give running commentary on a movie I just watched, Damian Slideshow 2008. I never really watched MST3k so I'm just stealing the name so I can write commentary. I just know the show was about a guy and his robot sidekicks that watched shitty movies. I need sidekicks for this so I'm making them up, let's call them Kristin Kreuk and Jessica Alba.

Let's begin shall we...

Damian Slideshow 2008

Lum: WOW so hot
Kristin: what a great start to Damian's video isn't it?
Jessica: right... the blue screen and white text gave me flashbacks of my old, broken computer
Kristin: ...
Lum: omg... *drool*
Jessica: I really like how Damian introduces himself, but it takes a whole 23 seconds before we see his picture, but the picture shown has him covering his face, it's over half a minute before we see a good picture
Lum: those pictures of Damian with the hat on, he could pass for a mini-Royce Fukumoto, look at those jowls
Kristin: I really love his shirt, it's so cute
Jessica: You mean the "All daddy really wanted was a blowjob" shirt? I bought that shirt for my son too.
Lum: 2.20 into the movie, if Damian grows up to look like Kea, he's seeing his future. Kea looks like his dad, his dad looks like grandpa.
Kristin: 2.34 I think he's checking out the nachos, he's got that crazed look in his eyes like Angry Joy when she sees nachos
Jessica: 2.43 Did Stella dress him up like Smokey the Bear for Halloween or is she just being mean?
Lum: 3.14 it's dancing, naked Mr. T
Kristin: 'I pity the fool!'
Jessica: 3.18 omg... she cut off Samwise Gamgee's head and pasted it on Damian's body
Kristin: 3.30 he's eating his head! 'I pity the fool!'
Jessica: 3.53 look the Smokey the Bear outfit is back again
Kristin: 4.08 he's playing guitar hero!!
Jessica: that looks like you
Lum: O_O
Kristin: I love Spiderman
Jessica: 4.37 is that a leisure suit?
Lum: Look at that yard, I remember moving the damn rocks out of it
Kristin: 4.43 call Child Protective Services, that little girl has rights!
Jessica: Richard Simmons sighting!
Kristin: what's up with all the pictures of the grass?
Jessica: are those anal beads on his head?
Lum: 6.00 future nerd!
Kristin: 6.10 I think he just farted
Lum: 6.29 that's definitely Stella's kid
Jessica: 6.45 Who is the Masta?
Lum: 6.56 WTF...
Jessica: 8.34 Foodland graduates!
Kristin: 8.53 'I just took a crap in that guys hand'
Jessica: 9.40 'PWNED!'
Lum: 9.53 lol the Hawaiian Samurai
Kristin: 10.03 Kea's mom is giving us the finger!
Lum: 10.10 see he looks like his dad
Kristin: Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Jessica: And that's the bottom line
Lum: 10.31 ...
Kristin: Get me a pen!
Jessica: Is it me or was Kea shirtless more then the baby?

Happy Birthday Stel <3

Nothing new to post about...

so I'll just say that I've been losing at poker cause I've been playing really reckless, which for me to say that must be REALLY reckless. I haven't dropped too much even with the wild play so that's good. I've been getting really shitty hands that I keep folding. Poker is getting boring again so I think that's why I've been playing crazy. When I get a good hand, it always get folded around to me so I can't even play it. But since the hands I've been getting have been really shitty, when I have a good, non-paired hand, when I don't hit on the flop I've been playing those way to strong. Even small, suited connectors haven't been hitting, whenever I play those the flops are A, K, J. It's really pissing me off.

But Stel posted Damian's slide show video on YouTube so I'll probably have something to blog about soon.

Inner Homo

Not sure I should be writing about this but fuck it I will. A number of years ago Stel was telling me how great Bridget Jones's Diary was so I bought it for her when she moved into her place in Mililani. And some flowers which she killed within a week, but that's another story for another time. I had seen bits and pieces of BJD before but never saw the movie in its entirety. As I said in the last blog I was on a three-day mission to find The Godfather and wound up buying five other DVDs. Well... this was one of the five. I'm getting in touch with my homo side!

As I watched the movie, I began thinking, "Holy crap that's the female me!" Well, minus the occasional sex and having two women fighting over me :( But I probably cook as well as she does, I'm sure I can make blue soup. She's had a similar job to my job. I'm a male spinster!

Off-Topic: I'm chatting with Tania on gmail right now! She's back in school again lol. She's going into Anthropology and English, hoping to get into the master's program for second language studies.

Back to Bridget Jones. Is there something wrong with me if I thought she looked cute? Sometimes anyway not all the time. Everytime I see Hugh Grant movies I think to myself, "WTF was he thinking! He should get the shit kicked out of him by every heterosexual male for being such a fucking retard." I like Hugh Grant movies most of the time... like I said getting in touch with my homo side. Sirens is an all-time classic!

I went to the hospital this morning for a scheduled abdominal ultrasound. When I was at the doctor's the other week they told me they were gonna have me get one to see if they can see why my liver enzymes are elevated. I had elevated enzymes before and they told me to stop drinking, so I did, and the next month is was back down. Well it's been higher then normal the past 3 months so that's why I got sent for the ultrasound. Reading some literature online leads me to believe I have elevated liver enzymes because I'm a fat, lazy ass. So I'm starting a 35 year 4 day resolution to not be lazy anymore. Partially for my health, partially because I felt like a pregnant chick checking out her kid on the ultrasound machine. But the main reason is because WE are supposed to go snowboarding next year and I need to get into snowboarding shape. <3 snowboarding!

OMG!! I think I'm seeing a homo theme running throughout this blog. Watching Bridget Jones's Diary, liking Hugh Grant movies, getting an ultrasound, making a resolution. I guess it's a good thing I agreed to go out with Tania next weekend. She'll probably cancel like the last time we were supposed to go out though :)

Blog 1 A.B.

Damn you blog. I started last night but accidentally closed it and lost all I entered earlier. To my defense I was pretty tired already, it was 4:30am, I just finished watching Ocean's 13 and Once Upon a Time in China, two of the five movies I picked up on my three day quest to find The Godfather trilogy DVDs. I bought the collection when it came out, but somehow, some way, some person in our house (I have my guess!) lost the whole set. I've been to two Costcos, Wal-mart, Circuit City and Best Buy. I bought the DVDs so I don't feel like a jackass driving all around and coming home with nothing. Woot... I just ordered the trilogy off Amazon :) <-- emoticon just for you Beata!

Speaking of movies, I have this weird friend who has never seen Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, or Harry Potter. She says she doesn't like SciFi, which is fine, but she watched fkn Aliens vs. Predator!! WTF! How the hell do you watch AVP but not Star Wars?!?

When I started the blog last night I was listening to Led Zeppelin and decided I to look for something else to listen to since I listen to Zeppelin all the time. I dug around my bookcases looking thru CD books and you know what... to quote Beata, I need to punch myself in the vagina! Did I really buy some of those CDs? What was I thinking! I'm not saying what CDs I own, but I swear someone is fucking with me and stuck those Toni Braxton and Madonna CDs in my folder.

So this past weekend was my birthday. I'm now 35 ugh. Thanks to Jens and Judy for letting us hang out at their house. We celebrated by watching UH get beat like a red headed stepchild. I then got cheated at Mario Kart. While we sat around eating lunch, for some reason this stupid blog was brought up, and they spent what seemed to me to be a couple hours, reading the blog and bookmarking it on their phones and laptops. And then listening to people tell me I need to write a new blog and Judy being mad at me til I write a new blog. I know my life sucks, but you guys must have really shitty lives if reading my blog is that important to you! Hehe...

It was great seeing everyone. Especially Keiko. She's gonna pop any day now. If the baby's as hairy as Bobby, when he comes out he's gonna look like a baby badger.

At the party, someone brought up the Tania thing. For those of you who don't know Tania, she was a girl that hung out with us when we were in college. At the time, she was as innocent as I still am, but she started listening to Beata and the dirty flip and she's not so innocent now. Tania and I go out every once in a while. Actually, we'll go out a few times in a couple weeks, and then not talk to each other for a year til her next volleyball fundraiser.

Anyway, one night we went out to Sidestreet and she got drunk. I took her home but instead of getting out she's reclined in the passenger seat. She starts talking about random stuff, which is cool, cause I can talk about random stuff. But a half hour later she's still talking... zomg I want to go home already. No matter what I say, she won't get out. I even offered to carry her up the stairs! So she's still talking, then she springs this on me... if you're still single when you turn 35 and I'm still single, we should get married. WTF!! Of course I tell her no. Now I'm really trying to get her out. But she won't stop talking about that. She says she'll go upstairs when I agree to the "deal." An hour later, I'm still there, but I'm starting to crack, I'm really tired at that point and I just want to go. So I say "ok fine." And that was it, she got out of the car and went up to her apartment.

Ever since that night, people have been calling her my fiancee. It even became a joke for her, at least I hope so. For years whenever people asked me about her, it wasn't "Tania" it was "your fiancee." Whenever Angry Joy introduced people to her it wasn't, "this is Tania," it was always "this is Lum's fiancee," and Tania would play along and hug me or something. It was fkn weird.

The End!