Here’s a dramatic lemur.
And for those of you who just aren’t geeky enough, this was what started it all.
EDIT: The funny thing is that the first one was posted on UglyOverload. The second was posted on CuteOverload. Go figure…
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Chinky
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mayhemgolgotha
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the desert … being AWAY from people. Its really peaceful and quiet out here. DEATHLY QUIET. I absolutely love it! Friends and coworkers say I have a lot of antisocial habits. Woopty doo.
I was telling my gf, Merlynn, that random thoughts constantly invade my mind, which is why I have so much to say to her. Thankfully, she’s a great listener. Even if she weren’t, I’d still be blurting stuff out at random. Like this morning when she came home from work: she’s an traveling RN who works at psych hospitals. After working a twelve hour shift, she needs to recover and sleep before we do our business of the day. Errands and stuff.
So this morning as I was giving her a back rub, I started in on when I was an angsty rebellious teenager trying to break from tradition. The whole being “Americanized” peer pressure was just too much for me at the time. Should I keep with the family definition of being Asian, of being Chinese-Filipino? Also, my brothers and I had a lot of problems with the other redneck kids: fist fights after school and such.
In the eighties where I grew up, there were only two Asian families in a mostly segregated town: Blacks lived in one area, Hispanics in another, Caucasians everywhere else that wasn’t populated with other races. My family was constantly moving within the town because my parents were aware of the prejudice and racism. Another Asian family felt the pressure as well. On top of all that, my brothers and I had run-ins with cops too. Hehehe … most of the kids hated cops then.
Before all the current gun laws, those were the days where a lot of kids drove around with gun racks and at least two rifles or shotguns in their trucks. Think along the lines of Michael Moore’s “Bowling for Columbine“. (By “kids”, I mean both teenage boys and girls of driving age.) I remember a friend wanted a silencer for his shotgun and took a lawn mower muffler and welded the damn thing to the barrel! What an assclown. As long as the guns were in clear view, cops didn’t care. Tinted windows spoiled everything. The good ole days … Just about that time, I told my gf that I attempted suicide multiple times; one was over a girl. Pppfftt. EL O EL
- - attempted to drown myself in the bathroom sink
- drove my truck at a high speed off a ravine, but swerved
- popped a bunch of pills and ended up in the hospital
- tried driving my truck into my brother’s car
- tried cutting my wrists, but it hurt too much
- played Russian roulette with my brother’s .357 Magnum SEVERAL timesI can laugh at myself for being a twit back then. And I can laugh at myself for remembering it all now.
Although I work with adults that come into the psych hospital who tell the psychiatrist teams that they’re suicidal WITH NO PLANS: such as patients who come in saying they’re suicidal but have no idea how they’re going to off themselves, I’m just indifferent — meaning they THOUGHT about it, but not seriously. Its like a game to them. They mostly want narcotics and happy pills … so I just have to laugh and, at the same time, I’m disgusted when the hospital could be placing the really sick ones in their beds.
But I have to say, I really got a mad thrill with the .357 Magnum revolver and the single hollow point cartridge … knowing that one fatal click could end my life. It was like “WHOA, I COULDDA DIED!! But WHOA, its so … gutwrenchingly FUN!”
Yeah … I know I have issues.
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Mark Liebrecht
I just saw Henry Rollins again tonight.
He is still my God….and you can read all about it here!
-MarkEDIT:
I wrote him last night, and he just replied not even five minutes ago.
For those of you that care, he no longer has a band, nor does he have any plans on starting one in the near future.To me, that’s kinda disappointing, but hey, I’m happy with just the spoken word stuff.
-Mark
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Chinky
We must guard against attaching the idea of something concrete to this word [blank], as if it were a physical force or an actual being: it is a simple form of concept about mankind, and one which has immense influence upon the happiness of individuals…
What word would you choose? Why?
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pan434
“Not now chief, I’m in the fucking zone!”
It’s sad because there’s really guys like that…
