congratulations are in order for 12.233.49.x who was the 4,000 visitor to this blog. the person came from deanchoi.blogspot.com and wins the highly-coveted booby prize.

top 5 wasted moments in my life (current):

1. playing counterstrike
2. watching the water slowly drip out of the Brita filter
3. watching downloads downloading on Kazaa
4. researching for gambling purposes (i just lose anyway)
5. waiting for the subway

im not as smart as i think

yesterday during 3 hour soccer practice, i tried a 'heading'. mike won kicked the corner kick and i saw the white speck come directly at me. the world disappeared. i focused. i jumped. i blinked/closed my eyes. SHARP pain. the ball harmlessly bounced over the goal post. timing was precise. but balance, angle of contact was off. as a result i hurt my head. i think i bruised my brain.

i just spent an hour reading livejournals. its funny how different the livejournal crowd is from blogger and especially from xanga. some really smart livejournal people out there. i feel dumb. stupid soccer ball.

Man Dies After Detergent Mistaken for Hummus
Mon Sep 23,11:58 AM ET - (Reuters)
A 91-year-old Israeli died after his caregiver spread a paste-like dishwashing detergent on his bread instead of hummus, police said on Monday.

KFC Customer Gets Pot With Chicken
Mon Sep 23, 8:13 AM ET
MILL VALLEY, Calif. (AP) - A Mill Valley KFC restaurant employee was arrested after a customer received a little something extra with his chicken dinner. This customer received two bags of marijuana Friday, instead of the extra biscuits he had requested.

From Ondal's Greatest Hits anthology:

March 17, 2002

Prison bitch

i'm off to prison in 6 hours or so. I was wondering if i should bring this guy something like magazines, food, cigarettes...I bet he would appreciate a copy of Black Tail...i'm sure it's just one big wankfest in the joint...that's a shame. I've decided that i am going to approach the visit not as one of sympathy, but of just doing my job. I don't want him to see me looking like i feel sorry for him or some shit...that shit doesn't fly...damn, should i even go to sleep? what if i don't wake up? remember the time I overslept and missed my flight to SF? I woke up like right about the time my plane was taking off...you should've seen me running down the sidewalk with my hair unkempt, holding luggage with underwear hanging out the sides, and my tie flapping in the wind as I yelled, "wait, come back, you forgot me...." and as the plane flies off into the horizon, I drop to my knees and hold my hands out to the heavens and let out a thundering, "Nooooo!!!!!" (I'd like to thank the Academy...)

Then i go to the airport anyway and hop on the next flight two hours later, free of charge. How anticlimactic. But it was still shitty -- we all know how that weekend turned out. And on the way back I almost get blown up by terrorists. My flight was SF to NY. Date: 9/10 - i almost didn't make it...whew.

anyway, i don't want to miss my flight. bye.

posted by peter kang at 2:48 AM

So my brother's scene with Sandra Bullock in the upcoming movie, "Two Weeks Notice" made it into the trailer. It's pretty funny. If you don't feel like watching the whole thing, it's in the middle somewhere.

click here

i hate this blog and everything about it.

here's a nude picture you might enjoy.

emery

So lately I haven't been writing too much if you haven't already noticed. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I drink a lot less now and just do a bunch of uppers and play video games b/c it gives me the extra edge in counter strike. Or maybe I'm just not feelin it. It happens. I wonder when I'm going to break outta this funk. I suppose I could read, right now I'm in the middle of "Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. It's pretty good. There are a lot of issues in the book -- both explicit and implicit -- and it's a lot to mull over if you feel like it. But if you don't feel like it, it's also a very interesting story about architects in New York in the twenties.

Who are the people that strive to be architects? George Castanza always wanted to be an architect. I have a friend who is in the business, I never questioned what possessed him to enter the field of Mike Brady.

In other news, my teaching job has been changed, I'm now teaching english. Thursday mornings. bah. It was quite weird, the dean was showing me around and he introducing me as Professor Kang. I felt sort of foolish because I don't have a PhD. But if I did, it would be all good. But I sort of feel like an imposter. Then again, I don't think it'll be very hard teaching these people. I wonder if they're going to find it strange that I will be the youngest one in the room.

Ok, thanks for the feedback everyone. I have some more t-shirt designs...


In other news, I got a teaching gig at the College of New Rochelle. It's a seminar that I'll have to do once a week for re-entry students adjusting back to college life. Basically a glorified engrish class with some other disciplines thrown in. The per diem is not bad, especially since it's only once a week.

So maybe I mentioned it before but I bought a nice photo printer to go with my nice digital camera. Haven't used the printer that much but today I bought some iron-on T-shirt transfers. I remember back in the day I used it to make some bootleg T-shirts, mostly skate shit I scanned out of Thrasher. But this time around, I want to make some cool shit that everyone can enjoy?

Here's what I have so far:



The eugenius one is for eugene, i promised him a long time ago i would make this shit for him. I'm still planning on usurping the Blink 182 logo and changing it to Chink 182. Other than that, I could use some ideas? anyone?

hey eugene, i can do it too...

For all of you mixologists, here's a fun program for you to enjoy.(right-click to save). It teaches you how to mix any kind of drink, all in a very appealing design. I give it the ondal seal of approval.

thanks to dk song for hosting the file.

Something horrible has happened. I've become terribly addicted to some stupid Sim City game. The worst part of it is that it's formal title is "The Sims: Livin' Large." I truly wish they didn't abbreviate the word "living."

I want to say I don't know what happened but I do. I had a nice healthy hobby of downloading shit off Kazaa. Ever since I was 14 I have been an avid collector of illegal pirated software. The majority of the time I don't even bother using it. Anyway, that's what happened here. I got a grip of games and then I tested them to see if they worked. On a whim, I clicked on the stupid little icon and it was all downhill from there. As a result, my interpersonal relationships are taking a beating, my nutrition and hygiene are down, and I'm now growing a moustache. (One side note: the nutrition and hygiene of my Sims families are at an all-time high).

It seems like my favorite thing to do is to make families of people that I know. For example, I created my own familiy, complete with my bald-headed dad and designed the home to look like our house in California. I then made a caricature of the Yees, the family of one of my childhood friends. They were known for being tight with a dollar, your typical miserly Chinese family. It's quite interesting, sort of like a virtual voodoo doll.

And it didn't stop with families I know. I started making celebrity families such as the Seinfelds. The whole gang is there, Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer. And I made sure to keep Kramer unemployed in order to maintain the realism, whatever that means. The Simpsons are next. It's pretty pathetic that I'm actually looking forward to creating the Simpsons but this is what my life has become. So enough writing, it's time to get back to being a loser.

if you guys would comment more i would write more.

I just beat down Peter Kang of Fox Searchlight. I will now turn my attention to dk song to a digital photography duel. He just got a new Canon camera because he likes to copy me. But not as much as eugene. Anyway, since I'm more familiar with the features on my camera, I think i shall win.





panorama

I am going to challenge this guy to a duel.

Here are two paintings, both latex on unknown medium. I did one, someone did the other one. The first is Nude Dream. The second is Growing Strawberry Man. Which one is better?

ypkang: Do you want to hear a funny story?
YUKI: of course!
ypkang: So I went out with my friend Monica and Alison two days ago. It was Alison's birthday, she had just gotten back from two years in Japan.
YUKI: oh cool!
ypkang: We went to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe and watched this poet; it was sad. We were five people and there were only three other people in there.
YUKI: aww.
ypkang: But the show must go on�
YUKI: was the poetry good?
ypkang: It was aite.
ypkang: Anyway, after that we went to Avenue A Sushi. I don't know if we ever went there. It has an �art gallery� in there.
YUKI: probably not.
ypkang: Yeah, I think we only went to nice places. Ha. Anyway, we drank a bunch of sake and ate. Good times. And then the waitress comes over to me and sets down a Johnnie Black on the rocks. A double. She says, �This is from the woman over there.� I'm like, �What the fuck?� and I look over and this attractive woman looks at me and gives me this demure smile.
YUKI: asian?
ypkang: No. White.
YUKI: very nice
ypkang: So I nod my thanks and she gives me this look and then I'm like �damn, what do I do?� this has never happened to me before. And the people at my table -- we were 8 people by now, mostly Asian -- they all asked me at once like, "Did that woman just send you a drink?" They were all nerdy about it. And I was like, damn, chill out foos. I needed time to think what I was gonna do. I decided to just sip the drink a little and wait 5 minutes�
YUKI: yah?
ypkang: �then go over there and thank the woman. Even though I wasn't that interested (and plus I have a gf). Haha. Anyway, while I�m contemplating, the woman walks over. I'm turned the other way and I can see by my friend�s faces that she just walked over. So I turn around and the woman looks at me and says "Hi, Pete." And I go, �what the fuck?� and then she says, "It's me, Toni."
YUKI: it was toni?
ypkang: and then I was like, "Oh my god!" It was her. And we hugged and shit.
YUKI: oh cool. you didn�t even recognize her?
ypkang: And then my friends and the nerds like...clapped. I felt lame. She was wearing a wig. Apparently, she and her sister had gone wig shopping earlier and were testing them out and they saw me and decided to fuck with me. They had been planning the ruse for about an hour.
YUKI: hahhaha
YUKI: hahaha
ypkang: So there I was, thinking I was the shit, when all along it was none other than my old roommate.
YUKI: is she like hot now?
ypkang: Yeah, she's hot. But the wig looked dumb. It was an Uma Thurman pulp fiction wig.
YUKI: i see. how funny.
ypkang: Even though i wasn't really getting hit on by strange women, I was still the coolest kid in the room since I knew Toni. Alison's friend immediately fell in love with her and was asking me all this shit like should he go up to her and shit. But he didn't have the courage: and eventually gave up. My lukewarm responses to him didn't help either.
YUKI: hahah. so is toni doing well?
ypkang: Yeah, she's doing an Abercrombie campaign and doing a little acting. She said she's been in seven commercials but she always exaggerates...most models do.
YUKI: is she in the AF catalogue?
ypkang: I dunno� want to see a picture? I brought along my camera
YUKI: of course!
ypkang: OK, hold on. I have to download it off my camera.
ypkang: here you go
ypkang: I hated that wig.
YUKI: yah. but that pic looks pretty sexy
YUKI: u look like a stud
ypkang: oh. thanks.
ypkang: heh
YUKI: u r a stud
YUKI: =)
YUKI: not just 'look like one'
ypkang: I know.
ypkang: haha, I'm turning into you.
YUKI: hehe
ypkang: Hmm, since I told you that story, I'm just gonna cut and paste to my blog. You mind?
YUKI: nope
ypkang: What should i call you?
YUKI: i dunno�
YUKI: yuki.

damn, i hate this shit. it's like work. anyway, i need to get the dallas convention recap off my back.

THURS

Woke up with a huge hangover. I realized I had lost my attache case that I stupidly brought with me during the pub crawl. All my resume shit was in there. Damn. I was supposed to go register then hit up the job fair but since I didn't have any resumes or writing clips I decided I would rather watch "The Truth About Cats and Dogs" on hotel HBO. It was ok. At 5 p.m. I finally mustered up enough energy to go to the Fairmont. I called up SB and he came down and I told him about my lost bag. He was super cool and helped me out immensely, asking his many contacts within AAJA about shit. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him and Lloyd LaCuesta, South Bay bureau chief for KTVU in San Francisco. I accepted. dinner was good, that is if you like Asian fusion Texas style.

Later, we hit up the screening of the Justin Lin vehicle "Better Luck Tomorrow." It was damn good and I hope Asian Americans get behind this one, instead of the usual hating they do of everything with Asian Americans in it. After the screening there was a Q&A session with the director, and most of the cast members. The first question asked was by this woman, a newscaster from San Diego. She questioned the director for sending the wrong image to young teenagers with the film's bleak ending. She was basically scolding the director. Lin, who has heard this shit hundreds of times, tried to be polite but she was being very ornery. You could cut the tension in the room with a boxcutter. The lady just kept going on and on and on and when she was finally like, "Okay, I just have one more thing to say because I know you people hate me..." and right after that everyone was like "Yeah!" or "Yes, we do!" then i threw in a "You suck!" but it was only at a conversational level and I don't think many people heard me. Some other things were discussed and that was that.

Afterwards, I asked SB what he thought and he was like, "I really liked Han." I agreed that Sung Kang was a fine actor and possessed a commanding presence onscreen. So we made our way to the front of the theater and SB told Kang how much he liked his work, etc, and how great he was and i interjected with a "dude, you should ask him out." and Kang simply gave me a funny look as if to say, "Did i just hear that?"

As we left the theater, Kang was all SB could talk about. While we were smoking a cigarette outside, he was babbling like a schoolgirl. In fact, I told him that. He agreed. Then he was like, "Should I get his autograph?" I could tell he was enamored with Kang so I stopped ridiculing him. He was genuinely nervous about it so I calmly led the way back into the theater so he could get an autograph. The cast was still talking to admirers and taking pictures with conventioneers.

Eventuallly, SB started up a conversation with Sung and later took a picture with him. Then we left. And that was that. Or was it?