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Cuban superhero, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Crazy day over.

Thanks to the lovely Grace of Grace Undressed fame for tagging me up for this edition of “Internet Memes I fill out for potentially hot girls.” The rules for this particular meme are below so if you decide to go along, let me know so I can read your answers.

1. Link to the person who tagged you. Check
2. Post the rules on your blog. Check.
3. Write six random things about yourself. Check.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. Too lazy for this one. Holler back at me if you decide to join in on the fun instead of working on your presentation like me!
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. See # 5.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up. Check.

6 Rizzy-random things about me you probably didn’t know

1. An ex-girlfriend’s mom works at a medicinal marijuana clinic, which sounds like a great job. They don’t go on breaks, apparently. They medicate. I wish this was my PERSONAL fact so bad. If anything can survive a garbage economy, it’s weed. Ex is a lil more complicated because you have to get raves going, you know? <- 2nd bad joke of the day
2. The thing I missed most when I lived in Portland for 6 months was: speaking Spanish. I would seek out the Mexicans in the city just so I could say, “Frijoles.” You never realize the things that really make a home until they are gone <- obvious statement of the day.
3. As much as I’ve always begged to have anal sex with girls, it really isn’t my cup of tea. It’s really like trying to dock a very large boat. This isn’t a comment about my size, though. It’s more about how much everything has to be aligned: the moon, the wind, the chop, the person driving, the guy on the dock tying the ropes, etc. Aka lube, relaxation, erection, and connection.
4. This is going to sound bad. But. If I was on a deserted island with my coworkers and I was sent out on some sort of… firewood mission with one particular coworker, I would kick him off the edge of some beautiful cliff and claim that the smoke monster from Lost came after me, knowing that everyone wouldn’t believe me, but also knowing I would be praised for making the right choice. (things to do – rewrite Lord of the Flies so that killing Piggy looks like a GOOD thing) <- not really true. Or is it? Mwahahahahahaha!
5. I pooed myself at a county fair once. Bad. My aunt and uncle insisted that the desire to evacuate my bowels would “go away.” The only thing that went away was me, in the backseat of my grandmother’s 86 Impala, sitting on a hubcap so I wouldn’t mess up her nice seats. She was pissed, too, because she was at that stage of her life where her children had jobs and some money and they bought her all the cotton candy she wanted. Abuela, I know you don’t read this, but I love your fat ass even though you deleted me from your cellphone because I got pissy about you always messing up your remote controls.
6. If I’ve known you for an extended period of time, I’ve probably thought of ways to beat you if there was a fight to the death. This is actually true, but not in a physical way. Because I was trained by sassy black girls at Miami Jackson Senior High School in the arts of verbal warfare, I think I do look for emotional weaknesses in people’s armor, subconsciously. It’s the only way I can explain always having something witty (or damaging) to say <- Batman’s Just In Case statement of the day.

Ok, there’s my 6 cents. If you decide to play along, please let me know by commenting here or on my LJ or hitting me on IM.

Thanks to Grace once again, for the fun.

The Batpin, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

A coworker of mine heard of my love for all things Batman and let me
have this.

So I saw the Australian Pink Floyd play the Wall at the Fillmore Miami Beach tonight. Let me tell you about the first time I heard The Wall. I bought The Wall at the Virgin Mega Store in the Sunset Place mall down here. I remember the double CD (shut up, vinyl and cassette freaks) just sorta standing out with its white cover. At that point, I experienced most classic rock from under broken cars, chunks of dirt and grease hitting me in the eyes as my mechanic uncle screaming that, “no, you’re not turning it the right way.” He never really stopped to explain any of “his” music, instead offering up advice like, “Get out of the way, the transmission’s coming down.” I’ve also always had crap hearing, so understanding through lyrics was never really an option for me. To me, it’s always been about the tune of a song. I played the CD for The Wall when my dad let me paint my bedroom for the first time in whatever color I wanted (2 blues, one darker than the other). Pink Floyd (and James Brown) kept me company as I rolled the brush and finished in the edges. It was a time when I’d finally made this sort of creative foothold in my father’s home. Until that point, he picked out my furniture (cause that was the cheapest stuff) and frowned upon posters (when I was 6 he moved a sticker of Bonk from the Turbografx 16 from my headboard to the bed facing side of my nightstand because it was semi-idolatry). Pink Floyd moved me in that blue room, back and forth, up and down, wax on and wax off. I still don’t really know what the entire album is about (though someone explained some of it the other day; you know me and my hearing) but I don’t mind floundering along, watching their laser light shows on youtube, playing my air guitar wrong, and mumbling certainly incorrect lyrics.

As it was in the beginning, it is in the end, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Sent from my mobile device. Please excuse the auto-correct for any
strange writing.

These are clips from the new PC game: Dead Space. This is some gory stuff. But beyond that, the physics and animation in this 11 minute video are amazing! Could be NSFW because it’s hella gory. And there’s monster screams.

View from my room, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

It’s rainy in Portland today. And cool. The people are quiet. The
homeless in the McDonald’s watched a McCain speech on a tv and
discussed it in whispers. The building across from my window shows
little life. Every so often someone walks by to service a file cabinet
or coffee machine.

Sent from my mobile device. Please excuse the auto-correct for any
strange writing.