Pizza is to Kung Fu as Dominoes is to....

David Carradine hung himself with a curtain cord in Bangkok.

The most famous American responsible for washing out martial arts into another American collage of something foreign goes to Bangkok to shoot a movie.
Later, he is found after what is believed to be 12 hours by Thai police and said to have hung himself.

Let me piece this together for you:
American in Thailand. Mysteriously hangs himself.
Kung Fu is at the bottom of this.
Even as the authorities say it was suicide, video has surfaced of what really happened to Carradine in his final hours.

Six Months Later,

At the brink of dissatisfaction, I ask myself, "What did you learn?"

1. My sister dismantled the UCR Student Government, which wasted chunks of money, with the school newspaper, which she is editor for. She frustrated them so much that the president sent her sorority to steal the school newspaper, ultimately resulting in her firing.
2. Invest in beards. They often give full return.
3. J Church. Awesome.
4. Slight rips will become open gashes.
5. Numbers, letters; too much of either becomes tedious.
6. Build something with your hands.
7. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." When in public parks, do as the minorities do.
8. I can be a whore.
9. Most people are, anyway.
10. I'm 1/5 dead as of 2 months, if I'm lucky.
11. Jack Daniels is a desperation choice.
12. I've been evaluated as cocky; a surprise to me. (Which makes it all the more likely that I'm arrogant, as well.)
13. Either Bukowski was crazy, or I'm crazy. The times only dictate so much to the cause of sanity, and one of us aren't quite right. I hope it's me.
14. "The shortest answer is doing the thing."
15. Buick Regals won't exist in the future, to the loss of mankind.
16. Potential, whether acted on or not, seems more and more to be what is strived for.
17. Swing for the fences.
18. Confidence, feigned or not, can only lose if checkmated. Chess is a long game.
19. Final judgement on Radiohead: Boring.
20. Predictions say that this year will be the crucial one. If nobody respects the predictions of qualified weathermen, I can't hope for much.

Olympic Bong Rips

So pictures of Michael Phelps ripping a bong surfaced.

What does this tell us?
Pot makes Olympic record-setters. If so, why doesn't Jamaica dominate each year?

No, no, no. The simple answer is that pot isn't a big deal. It didn't ruin the life of the most popular swimmer of the decade (if that's possible), and good chance is, it's not going to ruin your life either. He's still an Olympian, and pot is still going to smoked. I choose to not smoke weed, but if it will make me an Olympian, I'm considering finding a six-footer and renting the movie Friday.

On a day of hard dreams,

I'm reminded to pay attention to what I have, to acknowledge, understand, and act on what I can do, and always be glad I was given the chance in the first place.

The last few days I've been dreaming more than usual. Which means I've been sleeping more than usual. What? I mean, the school semester hasn't started yet. Stop riding me.
Back to the dreams. Sometimes, dreams can be a good thing. Sometimes, they're not so good. My favorite was when I was a kid, after seeing a film called Salem's Lot (a vampire film with a standout scene where a floating vampire scratches on a kids window imploring the child inside to let him in, haunted me for years), I had a reverse reaction. Instead of a nightmare, I dreamed that the house where the movie ended and the vampire slaying and creeping commenced was more of a funhouse than a creep. I pied a vampire, very much in the style of 90's Nickelodeon. All I needed to complete the picture was a large vat of slime (remember that green stuff they dumped on the children in their game shows?) to dump on Frankenstein and it would be perfect.

After thwarting vampires Three Stooges style, the dreams began to go down a boring road. Lately, the boring road has hit a cliff and tried to follow it.
Two nights ago, a hillbilly with a gun shot me fourteen times and, surviving, I hobbled and crawled until I found a car. I operated it remarkably well for having extensive and massive gunshot wounds. Eventually, I stumbled upon an officer of the law who, instead of treating my wounds, enlisted me as a deputy to go bring this man to justice for shooting me. The fun stopped there. A repeat offender, my alarm clock waking me up for work.
Last night, I had a dream that reminded me of a person. When I napped earlier today, I had a dream that reminded me of the same person.

I woke up with a smile after the hillbilly gunfight dream. To put it lightly, I was not smiling after the other two.

I'm going to go play basketball and try not to sleep anymore.

The Happening.

Was stupid. I know that's old but I needed a title and I hate that director who relies on twists to dig emotion. Shamamamalyan? Where does his name end anyway? (and career as well?)

Touch on a few points to get back into the spirit of writing selfishly:

1) Lakers;
It's a good time to represent the yellow and purple. Andrew Bynum is healthy and establishing his presence in the league, on both the glass and his remarkable footwork for a 7 footer. Kobe is passing. Gasol is (with the exception of the game against Charlotte (4-17 FG)) ballin'. We'll see the Spurs in the Western Conference Finals. My guess as to the Finals? If the Celtics keep playing the way they have and avoid another slump, the Celtics. But my allegiance to the Eastern Conference has to go with the Cavs and their still undefeated home record. I hate Lebron but he's a menace for anybody. Here's to a continuing, healthy, good season!

2) Avoiding Tickets;
Managed to avoid getting a 90+ speeding ticket on the freeway, and within five minutes, avoided getting a cell phone ticket. For one prone to being ticketed, I am, to say the least, a man identifying with his higher protector, guardian, superhero.
Justin is not so lucky.

3) Clint Eastwood;
Gran Torino. Need I say more?

4) Burritos;
I've been eating nothing but burritos for nearly five days. Why do they wrap everything in tortillas?

5) School;
Starting soon.

6) Basketball;
I've been playing again. Anybody want a game?

7) Music;
Fake Problems/Murder by Death on Feb 22nd. Also, go listen to the new (relatively) Dillinger Four. It's awesome.

And most importantly!
8) Job;
Quitting! Last day on the seventh of February, and on the eigth, I will be sleeping soundly. I will miss the paychecks but I will enjoy my bicycle.

An update to get back into the game. So it goes.