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vicarzHmm, can get an iphone 3g refurb for $50 with a new plan. Not sure I want to spend $100 monthly on a mobile. I'm planning to go mobile but not sure I need $100 a month of service to make my use of it - I only get 1-3 phone calls per day.
My last night in Austria I went to a hipster party - couldn’t help but notice that there were no iphones, but otherwise it was very...lots of people in expensive clothing trying to look above their surroundings. We were the geeks giggling amongst ourselves, a little genuinely bored as we had no aspirations of impressing anyone - or even seeing anyone we were likely to see again. Before that, I made a mistake. A rude mistake, possibly. So I was staying with a friend, and she had a boyfriend. I tend to be paranoid, and worried about what the guy would feel about the guy sleeping in his girl’s place. I exaggerate, but I’m try to be careful to be respectful. When I first me him I heard he liked me “more than he expected to,” and I take that as a compliment - position, nationality, history - I had a lot of potential marks against me. In any case, we were all getting along fine and we went to...
We started in a nice restaurant where I was going to treat everyone to dinner. I tried not to overdo this, but my friends were putting me up in their houses the entire time I was there, chaperoning my illiterate ass everyone, so it seemed no amount of treating food and drinks would repay that sort of thing - at the same time I was trying not to be a demanding pushy douchebag
Side note - douchebag is not synonymous with asshole, it is exactly what I said it was:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douche#Slang_uses
Unfortunately, the douchebags in the restaurant (note - misusing the term here) couldn’t get their card reader to work so I was unable to pay the bill via plastic, and my friends then wouldn’t let me use cash on the whole thing (just as well as that was about the end of my euros). What’s the point of this....the carnival. During dinner we discussed what thye had heard called “one of the biggest tourist disappointments in the world.” They have an old, Coney Island like thing, a decades old carnival area. We went, and in all honesty I wasn’t disappointed at all - it wasn’t Busch Gardens, but I loved the campy old rides and decorations. I also loved that like the rest of Vienna dogs ran unleashed by their owners, prostitutes worked right beside the police, and you could drink in public. The music was consistently disco and I thought it was nice.
Then we passed a punching game. Wither permission to waste time, I dropped a couple euros in for 14 hits at the bag. It was hooked up to a meter which went from 1-300, and had pictures ranging from a 98 lb weakling knocked out in the corner to a champ. I hit the machine, got maybe 190 on my first try and they all laughed before explaining it told me to “go back home to mama.” A few more hits and I got it near the top of the scale, around 260 or so (I wanted to hit 300 but couldn’t do it) but it still gave the same “go home to mama abuse. I joked with the girls that it must be set to Austrian standards, so the girls could probably make it lap my score.
Here’s where I screwed up - walking away I realized I never offered to let anyone else hit the machine. I guessed the girls weren’t interested, but I asked the guy if he wanted to. Right as I did, I thought that I was putting him on the spot - I’m just some foreign douche but I trained a lot and hit harder than most. He’s a skinny guy probably without training in front of his girl. He laughed and declined and I immediately changed the subject - my fear was that I did some macho bs thing in front of him that he might not be able to match and then offered him a chance to try. Luckily nobody noticed and the whole thing was past-tense quickly.
It probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to anyone but me, but helping other people keep face with their friends and partners is a really big deal to me. I know the taste of shame and I don’t want to give that to anyone else.
KENNEDY
So let me say this about Kennedy - I liked the guy. Saying that, I am going to take the liberty, and I am going to try not to offend, but now that someone I like and respect has died I can say without bias that the news coverage is stupid. It’s repetitious, boring, and pre-empting real news. I’d rather hear who blew up in Afghanistan today, how many family members they left behind, whether the killers were caught or not, where the economy stands, things that effect me today - than spend hours reminiscing about someone who has passed.
A request on behalf of people who liked Kennedy - please don’t start running around naming things after him because he died. Seriously. I don’t want anyone pulling a REAGAN by plastering his damn name and likeness on everything from airports (shut up JFK) to buildings or metro stops at taxpayer expense just to recognize things that are already recorded in important print or with the intention of rubbing political opponents’ noses in the greatness of the person who died. We already have 8 reagan named objects in near (and pointless) proximity - let’s not respond to idiocy with similar conduct. Be a Kennedy for real, and rise above the nonsense naming.
Who hid your nappy hair?
This morning I was listening to the “kill whitey” station WPFW, disappointed that my lovely sister wasn’t on playing the eclectic mix of oddball jazz. However, there was some oddball jazz being played in between announcements of what plays tonight in the Bohemian caverns and I listened to it. A male dj said a lot of people call the station, and if you believe him, ask where to go, what to wear, what not to wear...and in response he played a drum poetic solo in which a man said to stop the horse hair, fake nails, and just be your natural curly haired self. Now, I agree, but he got more and more racist with his pro-nappy rant and it was annoying to the point I switched back to redneck rock and hippy talk rather than hear the rest. I thought about it though, wondering why it is a big black deal to be all nappy and natural. I like natural, any natural, but it’s hardly a racist issue to run around being fake.
There are easily as many white girls, azns, latina mamas, hell everyone has fake hair, fake hair color, fake nails, fake skin, fake eye color, lying clothing creating illusions about what lies beneath, tattoos and emblems burned into the skin. And fuck them for being so fake. Fuck me too, as I shave off what I don’t like to be the skin I am beneath, wishing I could be browner without getting cancer, lying with my selectively loose and tight clothes, making my hair stick up with jello - spending hours of preparation to get that wasted look.
Fuck your skanky ass appearance. Stop lying. Yeah, you. You run around with that fake color in your hair, product making those odd shapes, raccoon make up on your eyes, fake eye color stuck to your pupils, metal sticking out of your stained skin. Some of you trash even put yarn in your hair like a prostituted raggedy ann doll, complete with striped tights when you’re not wearing plastic. You want more attention than you get by studying dance moves and showing your lumpy self on the tiny stage? Eat right, hit the gym, take a shower, and let what you do shape how you look and that look wont’ be a lie.
You want attention? Stop dressing like a whore and just admit what you like and be one. Walk up and grab my dick - if that’s rude then offer to let people grab your box. Just cut to the chase. You’ll get plenty of attention if you volunteer to be the recipient at the next bukake party. Imagine all the club friends you’ll have then. Just put out for real. If you’re scared of getting more diseases, then skip the actual whoring and just walk around naked - but with a warning label that it’s not for physical consumption. You know what tattoo would work best for you? Tattoo you naked website down each arm along with what charge cards or paypal you take.
Seems someone slipped some hate in my coffee this AM.
My last night in Austria I went to a hipster party - couldn’t help but notice that there were no iphones, but otherwise it was very...lots of people in expensive clothing trying to look above their surroundings. We were the geeks giggling amongst ourselves, a little genuinely bored as we had no aspirations of impressing anyone - or even seeing anyone we were likely to see again. Before that, I made a mistake. A rude mistake, possibly. So I was staying with a friend, and she had a boyfriend. I tend to be paranoid, and worried about what the guy would feel about the guy sleeping in his girl’s place. I exaggerate, but I’m try to be careful to be respectful. When I first me him I heard he liked me “more than he expected to,” and I take that as a compliment - position, nationality, history - I had a lot of potential marks against me. In any case, we were all getting along fine and we went to...
We started in a nice restaurant where I was going to treat everyone to dinner. I tried not to overdo this, but my friends were putting me up in their houses the entire time I was there, chaperoning my illiterate ass everyone, so it seemed no amount of treating food and drinks would repay that sort of thing - at the same time I was trying not to be a demanding pushy douchebag
Side note - douchebag is not synonymous with asshole, it is exactly what I said it was:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douche#Slang_uses
Unfortunately, the douchebags in the restaurant (note - misusing the term here) couldn’t get their card reader to work so I was unable to pay the bill via plastic, and my friends then wouldn’t let me use cash on the whole thing (just as well as that was about the end of my euros). What’s the point of this....the carnival. During dinner we discussed what thye had heard called “one of the biggest tourist disappointments in the world.” They have an old, Coney Island like thing, a decades old carnival area. We went, and in all honesty I wasn’t disappointed at all - it wasn’t Busch Gardens, but I loved the campy old rides and decorations. I also loved that like the rest of Vienna dogs ran unleashed by their owners, prostitutes worked right beside the police, and you could drink in public. The music was consistently disco and I thought it was nice.
Then we passed a punching game. Wither permission to waste time, I dropped a couple euros in for 14 hits at the bag. It was hooked up to a meter which went from 1-300, and had pictures ranging from a 98 lb weakling knocked out in the corner to a champ. I hit the machine, got maybe 190 on my first try and they all laughed before explaining it told me to “go back home to mama.” A few more hits and I got it near the top of the scale, around 260 or so (I wanted to hit 300 but couldn’t do it) but it still gave the same “go home to mama abuse. I joked with the girls that it must be set to Austrian standards, so the girls could probably make it lap my score.
Here’s where I screwed up - walking away I realized I never offered to let anyone else hit the machine. I guessed the girls weren’t interested, but I asked the guy if he wanted to. Right as I did, I thought that I was putting him on the spot - I’m just some foreign douche but I trained a lot and hit harder than most. He’s a skinny guy probably without training in front of his girl. He laughed and declined and I immediately changed the subject - my fear was that I did some macho bs thing in front of him that he might not be able to match and then offered him a chance to try. Luckily nobody noticed and the whole thing was past-tense quickly.
It probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to anyone but me, but helping other people keep face with their friends and partners is a really big deal to me. I know the taste of shame and I don’t want to give that to anyone else.
KENNEDY
So let me say this about Kennedy - I liked the guy. Saying that, I am going to take the liberty, and I am going to try not to offend, but now that someone I like and respect has died I can say without bias that the news coverage is stupid. It’s repetitious, boring, and pre-empting real news. I’d rather hear who blew up in Afghanistan today, how many family members they left behind, whether the killers were caught or not, where the economy stands, things that effect me today - than spend hours reminiscing about someone who has passed.
A request on behalf of people who liked Kennedy - please don’t start running around naming things after him because he died. Seriously. I don’t want anyone pulling a REAGAN by plastering his damn name and likeness on everything from airports (shut up JFK) to buildings or metro stops at taxpayer expense just to recognize things that are already recorded in important print or with the intention of rubbing political opponents’ noses in the greatness of the person who died. We already have 8 reagan named objects in near (and pointless) proximity - let’s not respond to idiocy with similar conduct. Be a Kennedy for real, and rise above the nonsense naming.
Who hid your nappy hair?
This morning I was listening to the “kill whitey” station WPFW, disappointed that my lovely sister wasn’t on playing the eclectic mix of oddball jazz. However, there was some oddball jazz being played in between announcements of what plays tonight in the Bohemian caverns and I listened to it. A male dj said a lot of people call the station, and if you believe him, ask where to go, what to wear, what not to wear...and in response he played a drum poetic solo in which a man said to stop the horse hair, fake nails, and just be your natural curly haired self. Now, I agree, but he got more and more racist with his pro-nappy rant and it was annoying to the point I switched back to redneck rock and hippy talk rather than hear the rest. I thought about it though, wondering why it is a big black deal to be all nappy and natural. I like natural, any natural, but it’s hardly a racist issue to run around being fake.
There are easily as many white girls, azns, latina mamas, hell everyone has fake hair, fake hair color, fake nails, fake skin, fake eye color, lying clothing creating illusions about what lies beneath, tattoos and emblems burned into the skin. And fuck them for being so fake. Fuck me too, as I shave off what I don’t like to be the skin I am beneath, wishing I could be browner without getting cancer, lying with my selectively loose and tight clothes, making my hair stick up with jello - spending hours of preparation to get that wasted look.
Fuck your skanky ass appearance. Stop lying. Yeah, you. You run around with that fake color in your hair, product making those odd shapes, raccoon make up on your eyes, fake eye color stuck to your pupils, metal sticking out of your stained skin. Some of you trash even put yarn in your hair like a prostituted raggedy ann doll, complete with striped tights when you’re not wearing plastic. You want more attention than you get by studying dance moves and showing your lumpy self on the tiny stage? Eat right, hit the gym, take a shower, and let what you do shape how you look and that look wont’ be a lie.
You want attention? Stop dressing like a whore and just admit what you like and be one. Walk up and grab my dick - if that’s rude then offer to let people grab your box. Just cut to the chase. You’ll get plenty of attention if you volunteer to be the recipient at the next bukake party. Imagine all the club friends you’ll have then. Just put out for real. If you’re scared of getting more diseases, then skip the actual whoring and just walk around naked - but with a warning label that it’s not for physical consumption. You know what tattoo would work best for you? Tattoo you naked website down each arm along with what charge cards or paypal you take.
Seems someone slipped some hate in my coffee this AM.
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Date: 2009-08-27 01:55 pm (UTC)(i hate it when people brush their teeth in the office restroom...)
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:00 pm (UTC)Old men not only shave in there, but they often have this weird tendency to walk around naked for no apparent reason for long periods of time. I mean they might sit down naked ass to scary bench and read the paper rather than get dressed - not aroused (and you could see) but just very happy to walk around all pruney naked. Shaving is the least of what they do - if you can do it in a bathroom, the old men are walking around doing it at length.
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:03 pm (UTC)