Never Underestimate WoW Geeks

I guess this just proves you should never underestimate geeks with some time on their hands. This is the funniest stuff I've seen in a while, and there were so many I couldn't even decide which ones I liked best. Oh, and just so you know, "Internet is for Porn" contains R-rated lyrics for you young'uns. Enjoy!

Internet is for Porn
Check out the dancing. It's hilarious! There are actually tons of versions of this thing - Sesame Street, Harry Potter, South Park, etc. I found this one to be the most funny.


I'm Too Sexy
They even got the 80s pelvic thrust down.


Baywatch
Is the big guy supposed to be David Hasselhoff?


We Will Rock You
Great sync between the audio and visual.


Hips Don't Lie
It really does look like Shakira!

I'm So Deep & Asian Invasion

Gawd, I wish they'd bring this show back . . . or at least remake it somehow. Slam poetry is such an underrated artform and Def Poetry was such a great outlet for poets to show their stuff. This dude (Beau Sia) was one of my faves on the show. Full sarcasm, all day, every day. We totally need to push more of this in Hawaii . . . the poetry, I mean, although sarcastic humor is pretty funny too.

I'm So Deep


Asian Invasion

Hell on Earth

Ok, I've held off long enough and I can't take it any more. I'm sorry to put you through this, but I have to bitch about work. I'm not sure how to describe it to you so that you full comprehend my angst, but let me try.

Have you ever come in contact with a person who just completely rubs you the wrong way? Everything about this person - unruly hair, sloppily tucked in Reyn's aloha shirt, ill-fitting black slacks that seem to somehow always reveal a tighty whitey peep show despite the tremendous effort of a belt - just irritates you. By simply existing, this person has your nerve endings zapping irritation 24/7? Seeing this person revolts you so much that you have to consciously refrain from shuddering in their presence? Their voice is so annoying that you would rather email them rather than be forced into an actual face-to-face with them, even though you only sit 10 feet away? They are so oblivious of your irritation and do not heed any subtle or not-so-subtle daggers that you fling in their direction that you'd rather just pump up the bitch volume and hope they walk away shaking their head thinking, "Gawd dayum, she's a bitch."


Then imagine working with this person every single day of the week in an office of three people where escape is not so easy. Imagine still that this person is your boss and avoidance, although you feel is completely necessary in order for you to keep your sanity, is the most unattainable thing in the world.

Welcome to my life.


I don't know if this annoyance began the first day I started or if it has just progressed into some disease-like situation that I can't seem to find any medication for. I mean, it's weighing me down so much that I don't even care that this blog isn't anywhere near being grammatically correct or even making sense for that matter. My irritation level is so high that I can overlook those things without a care in the world. In fact, I don't think I'll even re-read this entry (shocking, I know) before posting. I just can't handle it any more.

While I'm sure it can't be pleasant working side-by-side with someone in my current bitchy condition, even though one of the two other people in the room is the cause of this condition, I just can't refrain from it. I can't seem to bite my tongue, avoid the dreaded eye roll or even ease up on my negative tone of voice. It's as if I have constant PMS because the irritability and bitchy-ness I feel simply by pulling into the parking lot at work.

Worst of all, this oblivious boss of mine wants to be - yes, you guessed it - my friend. Oh brother, get a freakin clue. The guy is a poster boy for persistence or he has an ego like no other, because even after more than a year of getting shot down, he still continues his lame attempts at friendship. He's got to know he's fighting a losing battle, with me AND my other co-worker, yet he continues to drum up that fake enthusiasm every Friday and shout out, "It's FRIDAY! Got any plans this weekend?" As if we would share that information or any other personal info with him. Yet, without fail, every Friday it's the same drill. At this point, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Even when faced with complete and utter silence, he still waits patiently for either myself or my co-worker to answer. I don't know how she does it but I always crack under the pressure and end up saying something just to shut his face up. Of course I don't tell him a thing and just reply, "Nothing."

What is it that is so bad about this guy you ask? The hell of it is that I don't even know. I'm dumbfounded to find that someone can irritate me this much. I consider myself a mellow person 85% of the time. That other 15% I reserve for being pissed off on behalf of my friends or whatnot when the situation calls for it (ie. finding out their bf cheated, getting screwed out of a raise/promotion at work, getting a speeding ticket, etc.). But lately, it's like I'm in a constant state of agitation.


Lately I'm beginning to feel like every day is just another day in hell. Yeah, I know it's horrible to think about work that way. We do spend the majority of our lives at work, especially those of us on salary. But really, it is becoming overwhelmingly hellish to wake up in the morning and know that I have to return to this hell hole.

The sad part is that it's not the job or the other people I work with that are causing the hell-like situation. It's just this one person. So what's a girl to do? I can either quit and find another job, hoping beyond any reasonable hope that there can't possibly be ANOTHER person who can irritate the living daylights out of me. I can wait for him to quit, which I don't think will happen in the next decade. Or I can wait for him to get promoted and hope that they hire someone to take his place. At least then this new person will be a buffer between him and I. None of these options look all that promising at this point.


So I guess I'll just have to suck it up and take it for a while longer. Perhaps I'll meet a guy who'll sweep me off my feet, foot the bill for anything I'd like to do and ask me to jet across the globe with him. Dude, if you're out there, call me.


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Suuuueeeyyyy - The Call of the Pig

Tonight I joined my brother and his family at Magic Island for the fair. It was interesting to have all these carnival rides crammed into such a small space. For a Thursday night, it was pretty crowded. My favorite part was definitely the pig races. Suuueeeeyyyy!

The act was called Hendrick's Racing Pigs, and I think they were flown in from the mainland. The announcer had a slight twang and also did some speed talking.

The pigs were bigger than I thought they'd be. I was expecting some cute baby pigs oinking it around the track. Instead, we got some medium-sized pigs. Still cute, but just bigger than I thought they'd be.

The pigs did three heats. I'm not sure if they were four different pigs each time or if they were just recycled. They did go back into their pens after each race so I'm not sure how many actual pigs there were.

Since pigs are just as smart as dogs, they must've known the drill pretty well by now. Once they got into their lanes, they were up and ready to go. Some were really excited and tried to break through the fence.

What was their prize? One single oreo cookie. Oh, to be satisfied so easily must be quite lovely. At the end they all crowded around the silver platter that held the single black cookie. I'm sure the winning pig inhaled it from two feet away, but they all still circled like vultures . . . you know, just in case there were crumbs.

If you get a chance, I recommend that you swing on by and visit Hendrick and his pink pigs. Take the family. Enjoy some good food - from the booths, not the pigs. Ride some rides. Play some games. Go on down and have some good family fun!

Best Steak Place in Town

I don't know what rock I've been living under but a friend of mine just introduced me to the best steak place in town last week, and I've already been back again this week! The place is called Blazin' Steaks and it's in Kalihi on North King Street. Don't worry though - there are places popping up all over Oahu (Windward side, Mililani, etc).

The plate lunch comes with eight ounces of steak, salad, rice and a drink and is ONLY $6.00!! Say what? Yes, you heard right. It's only six bucks. Blazin' Steaks also offers chicken and fish and a monster 16-ounce steak plate for $10.00. You can also mix and match your meal for a total of $7.00. How can you go wrong??

I also heard a rumor that they have shrimp too, but I haven't come across it on the menu yet. Hmm, wonder if it was just a daily special or something? I'll have to keep going back to find out.

Since my mouth was watering too much to even think about bringing a camera to lunch with me, check out The Tasty Island blog for some great photos and info on the place.

RIP Isaac

Wow, two stars in a weekend. Devastating! First Bernie Mac, then Isaac Hayes. Apparently his family found him collapsed near a treadmill . . . perhaps a heart attack? It's just horrible that people trying to live a healthy lifestyle can fall victim to the same health issues that they are trying to avoid. It's such a tragedy.

RIP Bernie

Just got online and a head line caught my eye: "Actor and comedian Bernie Mac dies at age 50." Wow, how can this be? Known for his distinctive laugh and booming voice, Mac was just starting to make it big. He'd done some films and had a sitcom. His career was only just beginning. It's shocking to hear the news that he's passed.

While I enjoyed him in Oceans Eleven and Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, I loved him on The Original Kings of Comedy. I think this is where he really shined and where he really belonged. I for one am really going to miss his raucous brand of humor. RIP Bernie.

Colt Highlights

While I'm not exactly the biggest football fan, I can appreciate the hard work and dedication it takes to be an athlete. Not everyone has the talent, drive and luck to make it to the pros and even fewer Islanders find their way there so I think we should support those who do.

Here's an NFL clip of Colt vs. the Colts

Hawaii Hot Spots for Singles?

While talking to my friend yesterday on our mini road trip, we, of course, got around to the topic of guys. With both of us being single, the chat hovered around where and how we are supposed to find Mr. Right. You don't have to say it. I already know what you're thinking - is there even a Mr. Right, especially with these marriage/divorce figures? Well, let's just be optimistic for once and say there is a Mr. (or Miss) Right for all of us. Now, where do you even begin to find him?

According to an Advertiser blogger, Harbor Court (formerly Palominos) is the place. But where else? I mean, we live on a rock in the middle of the sea, according to Justin Young. There's only so many places we can go, so many things we can do.



My friend recently went on a semi-blind date. She thought of it as just hanging out and getting to know her friend's co-worker. He apparently thought it was a date-date. In either case, she said it was enjoyable but no sparks. They might get a friendship out of it, might not.

Is this how it works? We're supposed to rely on friends of friends?

What happens if none of your friends are single? You know how it goes: married couples only seem to attract more married people. It's as if they've all turned off their singles light like a yellow cab in NYC turns off its sign. It's almost like saying they're not taking any more singles fares.

Or, on the other hand, what if a bunch of your friends are all single? Wouldn't that be like the blind leading the blind? Single leading the single?

And no one wants to have to rely on their parents to set them up. God no! I'd rather die an old maid than have that ever happen.

So where are all the hot spots for Hawaii singles that don't involve exposure to accidently-on-purpose club rub, male ego stupidity or any other such nonsense? Where, oh where, is the Mr. Perfect for all of us?

A Picture Worth $14 Million Dollars

WTF?!?! How can two kids be worth THIS much? Not even two kids . . . pictures of two kids? OMG! What is this world coming to?

Seasons Change but All Remains the Same

I hung out with one of my good friends today and we took a mini trip around the island. It was nice just to chill and talk story about everything and nothing at all. We ended up at Kakaako Waterfront Park watching the surfers.

A bunch of kids from high school came out of the water and were talking about prom, hot girls, tests, which teachers are easy and if they're going to pass or fail the class. It was an interesting social experiment for me to watch these guys (kids?) interact with each other. I remember being their age at some point and remember guys acting that way, but what surprised and amused me in an ironic sort of way is the realization that guys hadn't changed much in the almost ten years I've been outta high school. They pretty much still act like these beach kids. Let me explain.

Re: Taking a certain girl to prom
Guy 1: mumbling about the girl
Guy 2: "What? Hot? Ugly?"

Re: Either another girl from school or a female teacher
Guy 1: "She pretty ah?"
Guy 2: "Un, but ho, she one b*tch uh?"

I guess when a bunch of guys get together there's no real reason to be articulate. Who are they trying to impress anyway right? Better save that for when they're with a girl. Their interactions are more a series of words interspersed with grunts and other caveman-like sounds.

Don't Mess with Little Ol' Ladies

I got this clip through email and practically fell off my chair laughing! I haven't been feeling good this past week, but this just made it all better. Never underestimate little ol' ladies. Enjoy!

Roger Rick and Marilyn Morning Show