Karaoke Kills

Karaoke Kills

For reasons I won’t get into, I’ve been thinking a lot about karaoke lately. Mind you, while I’m southeast Asian and have grown up with a karaoke machine in the house, I do not actually view karaoke in a positive light. In the wrong hands, karaoke can be an evil thing. Take my father, for instance. He loved karaoke, but all he ever allowed himself to sing was one song. Just one. Again and again. Over and over. Unabashedly. Without…

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Green Thumbs Down

Green Thumbs Down

I’m surrounding myself with plants. You know…. those green things that grow and make oxygen and hayfever. I’m trying to develop my green thumb and grow myself an indoor jungle so that I never have to go outside again. Bring the outside in, I say. Of course, I’m doing this all back asswards, and I haven’t a clue what I’m doing. I don’t know what my plants are called, and I don’t really know how to take care of them….

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Six Degrees of Link-Me Beggin’

Six Degrees of Link-Me Beggin’

I am so uncool in the world of the web. Somehow, I managed to stumble onto this, and I discovered just how out of the loop I am. For instance, it asks: Are you registered with Blogdex? And I have no idea what Blogdex is. Hell, I have no idea what Blogsnob is, and I only just discovered what Daypop is. WTF? What are all these weird sounding words? Are they English? Or should I pronounce them in a nasal,…

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Karshavaddawa

Karshavaddawa

He’s always trying to teach me things and tell me a little bit about culture, the world, and its ways; but I’m so brain-damaged and hard-of-hearing that only 1% of anything he tells me sinks in, and it’s a wonder that the 1% even makes it in at all. For instance, a famous photographer/portraitist recently died—Yousuf Karsh of Ottawa, Canada, who took the definitive portraits of a lot of great and famous people of the age. Albert Einstein. Winston Churchill….

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As Balky Would Say, Get Out of the City!

As Balky Would Say, Get Out of the City!

This town sucks. Last night, due to a longer than usual client call, we left the apartment for dinner kind of late. The time was 9:15 pm, and we didn’t know where to go to eat. It’s not like we had a wide variety of choices; we can count on only a handful of places to be any good at all, and we knew that some of those were already closed or closing. I made a few suggestions, but they…

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