Cheaters *Do* Prosper

First off, congratulations to Mr. Jeff Bridges on his recent win for Best Actor. You deserve it, even though I did not see “Crazy Heart”.

Second, you have just proved to me (regardless of the proverb) that cheaters do prosper.

Let me take a couple of steps back and explain how this works.

My mom went to University High School in the 1960’s. Jeff Bridges also went to this high school and was a year ahead of her. They interacted with each other and shared a class or two.

Jeff Bridges would try and copy off her homework on more than one occasion. I’m guessing since he was busy filming for Disney, he didn’t have time to fulfill his academic tasks. Still, that’s no reason you should try and copy off of another student. Right?

The straw that breaks the camel’s back? He actually got a better grade on his homework than my mom.
Can I get a Oh HELL No?

What kind of example does that set to future generations?

Every time the camera switched over to Mr. Bridges during the Oscars, my mom shook her head.

At this point, I feel like my academic career has been a big waste. I should have cheated a bit more during high school instead of working my way through all those AP classes. Because maybe, just maybe, I could have a couple of movies under my belt instead of slaving away for Corporate America for five years.

Edited to add: Thank you to Mr. Bridges for catching my error in naming “The Hurt Locker” as the movie you were in. My bad. Still, you shouldn’t have copied off of my mom back in high school.

@DrawMyTweet Made Me Famous

In my Twitter clique, you don’t have to throw many pebbles to find that you’re closely connected to someone you’d like to meet but just aren’t aware of it yet. That’s how I came across @DrawMyTweet.

The gist of it is, you throw an interesting tweet at ‘em and they’ll illustrate it.

With hilarious results.

Take this one, for example. A tweet made by my good friend, the Slackmistress, went from this to this. Pretty clever, yes?

Did you want something a little more surreal? What about a cactus on an IV drip?

Conan O’Brien’s first tweet has also been imortalized right here. The blue jay in the background is there for a reason. :)

And guess what? The kind artist even did a little drawing for me. I am not up to par with the amazing tweets that have been sent in, so it took me a little while to dig through my archives before I found something that could be remotely amusing. And this is what I received in return.

Seriously, it’s full of win for two reasons:
1. Draw My Tweet already considers me awesome, even though we have not met in person yet (and I believe that will be something happening in the near future).
2. An unnecessary apology was made for “crappy penmanship” on the part that read “William J. Clinton Int’l Nookie Club.” Personally, I was thrilled that was thrown in there – Slick Willie and I share a birthday on August 19th.

It’s almost as if Draw My Tweet already knew me. And that’s pretty flattering.

The best part of this whole experience is that anyone can shoot a tweet to them and ask for a picture. I highly recommend that you get in your request now before they really take off and you’ve got a waiting period of months before you see your 140 (or less) characters in animated form.

High School Reunion

There was a small post-Podcast segment of Be The Marriage this evening which addressed post-high school relationships and upcoming reunions. I think for a lot of us were in that outside clique of high school, the one in which we do not look back very fondly at those memories.

I will not be going to my ten year reunion this year. With the advent of Facebook, there really is no need to catch up with the entire Culver City High School graduating class of 2000. We find each other on there, scan through the pictures and the Info tab, and (for the most part) our curiosity is satisfied. Apart from that, a gap of ten years really isn’t enough of a space for me to want to know what someone has doing with his/her life.

Over a year ago, I attended the funeral of a boy I used to sit next to in the first grade. Many, many people showed up, from relatives to the students who attended his English class at Santa Monica High School. Inbetween that group were the people we had gone to school with (and in some cases, actually been pupils of – I recognized at least three teachers at the service). Most of those people I saw I was pleased to see and was sad that I could apply the old family saying, “We only get together when somebody dies.” Our mini-high school reunion occured at someone else’s funeral.

Unfortunately there were a few I was extremely unhappy to see, and wanted to flee the scene out of habit. Two of those people I had the misfortune of sitting next to during the funeral.

I can hear some of you saying, “But a lot of time has passed and those people went to college! They’ve changed their ways.” And that’s the benefit of the doubt I tried to give those two people.

This is where I get catty and say that I had the pleasure of knowing that my intial gut reaction to them was not at all off base.

The two people who sat next to me did nothing more than talk through the funeral, pointing out people they hadn’t seen since graduation and other unnecessary remarks. One of them didn’t even stay for the entire service, but left after an hour to go. Maybe he/she had an appointment he/she needed to catch, but to me that was completely rude and disrespectful. This person had been an ass back then for many years – couldn’t they hold it for a few hours? Geez.

If this was a preview of what I’d see at our first reunion, then I would be more than happy to send in my “DECLINED” notice.

Maybe in another decade or two I’ll have different thoughts on the matter. Maybe at that point I’ll be okay with seeing so many people from such an awkward time. I enjoyed being my mom’s +1 at her 40th High School Reunion; maybe I’ll enjoy my own one of these years.

Cheap Shots From the Phone

Woody’s BBQ in Inglewood makes pretty good food. Probably the only major downsides to this place are the parking and this:

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Ew.

Mary HAD a Little Lamb: How a Childhood Story got Murdered

I was going through the mail pile on the dinning room table and saw this book:

the lamb


My mom had brought it home from work. The lamb’s head looked so soft and inviting, so I reached out to pet it. It was just as soft as I imagined. I continued to pet the lamb when this caught my eye:

the lamb


The lamb was partially blind. And that was just sad, because any wounded animal hits a tender spot in my heart.

I flipped open the book and was horrified when this happened:

the lamb


Double u. Tee. Eff.

What the hell happened to the lamb’s head?

It was hanging from the edge of the cover.

I asked my mom why she brought home a damaged lamb, and she responded that one of the kids from her class ripped the head off. She was hoping to glue it back on.

Storytime has definitely changed since I was in kindergarten.

the lamb


As of this post, the lamb’s head has yet to be glued back on. Now I’ve got this creepy book hanging around the house, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.

ピンク レディー & I

I was browsing through the produce section at my neighborhood Trader Joe’s and saw a sign for Pink Lady apples.

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With fondness, I recalled the Pink Lady from my childhood. Not this Pink Lady, but this Pink Lady. And even though they broke up the year before I was born, they made the circuits of the Japanese variety shows that my parents and grandparents loved to watch every week.

This is the only song I really can remember them singing:



Imagine my surprise when I saw that there’s a 30th anniversary version of this song, sung by the same two ladies.



I had to add the song title to the duo’s name before I found it on YouTube, because I’m guessing that wasn’t the biggest hit they had during their short lived career. If you ask my dad nicely, he’d probably be able to belt out a collection of their greatest hits between 1979 and 1980. I’m sure if I dig through the record collection, I might find a “Best Of Japan” somewhere.

The best part about this flashback experienced with you guys? Seeing how they’ve improved the way “Wanted” gets pronounced.

Cheap Shots from the Phone

I was in San Diego this weekend to celebrate a friend’s birthday. While in the gift shop, I came across this:

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I think found my new nom d’amour.

Some Kind of Wonderful

I cannot thank you guys enough for the well wishes and good vibes you sent my grandma’s way. They must have worked because she’s back at home, resting. Not sure what her condition is at the moment, but at least she’s somewhere comfortable.

And my laptop is back and functioning. Thank you to my IT guys.

My half-birthday wish at this point: to have the means to see my therapist again. I’ll give twenty years of my life for two months’ worth of sessions. Thirty if you can make it four months’ worth.

Happy Half-Birthday to Me

I am halfway through my 27th year on this planet; if things go well, I won’t become a member of the infamous 27 Club.


Not my actual cake.


The bonus part of this half-birthday is that I’ll be spending 24 hours of this weekend in Las Vegas. You only half-ass do things on your half-birthdays (by my logic at least), so I’m only spending half of the weekend out in the desert, getting half drunk and only putting in 50% at flirting with boys.

And no, I’m not putting in half of my savings onto the table. I may be celebrating something superfluous, but I’m not crazy.


My grandma just checked into the hospital. She’s got a blood clot near one of her kidneys, but they can’t give her blood thinners – the last time she was on them she started bleeding internally. I’m not really sure what to do at this point except go to the gym, wear myself out, and then head over to the hospital to see if she needs anything. Please send good vibes her way.

Skinny Bitches

Los Angeles is a very visual town. Unfortunately it applies to the people who live here as well. And my ass (what little of it I do possess, being Asian) has not been an active member of Bally’s for quite some time.

An hour of cardio is a very hard thing to accomplish. It’s not the physical acitivity that gets to me, but the mental capacity to tolerate the bad soundtrack around me. Can you honestly say you could spend an hour on the elliptical while the daycare center puts “Dora the Explorer” on a loop? Let’s up the ante and say that particular episode is trying to teach kids what instruments sound like and repeats the sound one by one.

It’s like going on a picnic, except no one remembered to bring food or fun activities.

I tried to balance this out by creating my own playlist on my iPod. Any song that made me feel like I could run to it or imagine myself dancing in a music video was included, and this worked for a while. The hard part was what to look at. And being on a piece of cardio equipment, there’s not a whole lot for you to gaze at. My choices were: closed captioning of ESPN or closed captioning of CNN. Fast moving mouths with very slow text. Sometimes the last paragraph didn’t even make the text and they would quit at the start of a commercial.

I finally decided to give video on my iPod a chance. A near full hour of my attention is diverted to whatever’s on my tiny screen, and I’m getting a full workout.

And dramas that feature skinny bitches works like a charm.

For example, “The L Word.” I’ve had my issues with them in the past (here and here), but this show works a treat in terms of me getting back into shape. They’re all skinny and all of them are attractive. (If I were gay, Helena and Bette would definitely be on my “to do” list.) And it motivates me not to give up as soon as I’m feeling winded.

Yes, I know I wasn’t built to look like any of them. Yes, I know they get paid to look like that. But when you live in LA and dress sizes 0 through 6 are always the first to go, you feel compelled to at least work on your figure. (It also doesn’t help that Margaret Cho now has a very nice body – I miss her chubby girl figure.)

This is where I need your input. I’m almost done with the 6th season of “The L Word” and need more show suggestions that are on a similar line. Sadly, comedy is out of the question, as I am truly uncoordinated during physical activity and would probably injure myself (best case scenario). (And “The Office” would have been awesome to work out to, but unfortunately their antics cause me to do the spit-on-screen laugh and that’s dangerous when your heart rate is over 170 beats per minute.)

Any suggestions or even alternative methods are welcomed and greatly appreciated!

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