Archive for March, 2010

Mr. Sulu, Please Take Us to Yellow Pigment

I am slowly getting back into the swing of being a normal, functioning human being. What does that entail? Going to the gym three times a week, finding employment, and watching Prime Time television.

I actually remembered to watch “The Office” on Thursday. Brand new episode, fairly new commercials.

Now I’m not the only one who caught this commercial and blogged about it, but I want you to view it and let the image sink in your mind for a second.

The first thing that came to my mind is, “Hey! George Takei is on TV! I love that man and he’s hilarious at the end.”

A few seconds later a nagging thought hit me: George Takei, an Asian, is presenting the yellow pigment that’s been added to our familiar Red, Green, and Blue color system.

Oh you sly, sly dogs. I am smirking at your subtle hints of race and advertising. And I’m not the only one! In googling the commercial, I came across this blog post on It’s the same thought pattern as mine.

This isn’t going to be one of those posts where I get angry, claim that Asians are being portrayed in a racist manner, and then swear to boycott any TV station that airs this commercial. I won’t pull a Margaret Cho and turn into the Incredible Yellow Hulk (it starts around 1:28):

I mean, the Power Rangers back in the day had an African-American Black Ranger and an Asian-American Yellow Ranger and I don’t recall the protests and picket fences outside of Fox. It’s a funny commercial, and George Takei is one of my homies. Seriously. We’ve probably got a common relative or our great-grandmas used to live near each other. My uncle did the set up for his wedding, and he made a wonderful speech at the Los Angeles AIDS Walk last year. (There was even a joke about getting lei’d – people were hooting, but then Mr. Takei tossed the blue orchid lei he’d been wearing into the crowd.)

It’s a clever ad and I enjoyed the little “play on colors.” Kudos to you, Sharp Brand Electronics, for that intellectual quip. I may even buy your TV in a couple of years.

Ten Years

It’s been ten years to the day since I signed up with I feel like I should get a T-shirt or a keychain for this.

Everything I pretty much wanted to say is here in this post on

Happy Anniversary to me
Happy Anniversary to me
Happy Anniversary to meeee
Ten years with Newgrounds

Hey guys! I just heard! I'm gonna be a dad!

Sexting The Letter Kae

This is a true story.

Two weeks ago I went out on a coffee date with a guy from the internet. It went well enough to try and do a second meetup. We tried to do a dinner date the following week, but then I received a text message from the coffee date guy that read:

Hey K, my friend is taking an early SF flight tomorrow and he’s just going to crash on the futon. Let’s pospone another day soon. Back to catch some ass

I thought he was being a tad bit forward for ending like that, but a couple of seconds later, another text came with the rest of the sentence. And it wasn’t dirty in the least.

Me & L

I totally remember this bit on Sesame Street when I was a little kid. I enjoyed the fact that Richard Pryor recited the entire alphabet without having a small picture next to each and every letter.

More than twenty years later, it’s still a good clip. Except now I realize how high he had to have been to go through the shoot.

By the way, props to Mr. Pryor for having me walk into the place with the letter L. Too bad he’s not still around to introduce me.

A Politically Correct Moment with Yours Truly

There’s a lot out there on the internet, and a lot of it is offensive. With websites like and, there’s no lack of gross-out pissed off attitude floating around. You get used to it if you’ve been on the internet for at least 90 days (and that probably applies to children as well).

Thing is, certain words still get me angry.

“Jap” is definitely on the top, if not the #1 word on my list.

The funny thing is, it wasn’t directed at me. It was on another Asian person’s online dating profile – an adjective he used to describe his hair.

This isn’t the same kind of angry I get when I see some of the dogs that are with us at Bill Foundation. That kind of angry is a whole other blog post (but would involve me ripping out the heart of the human who abused a cocker spaniel mix to the point where she snaps at anyone who makes eye contact).

As I mentioned on Twitter earlier, you can consider me old fashioned for not liking the term. You can use the term “Nip” or, if you’re in a rush and don’t want to play guessing games, I won’t get too touchy about being called a “Chink.”

But please, refrain from the abbreviated J-word. Thanks.

Two Blogs At Once?! No One Can Live At That Speed!

Hey Party People, guess what?

I’m now a contributor for the delightful site Pop Bunker.

Don’t worry. I am completely capable of multi-tasking.

Could you be more “pacific”?

Kevin and Bean of KROQ had a little segment on words that are mispronounced horribly incorrectly. It started with the word “mayonnaise” and how it often gets pronounced “man-naise“.

I admit it, I’m guilty of omitting the “yo” of mayo. I say “mannaise.” And it drives my mom insane.

Thing is, I don’t really care. I hate the stuff and it’s sweet revenge to mispronounce it. Mannaise, mannaise, mannaise.

But this post is not about how I pronounce the condiment. This post is about the words that came up during the segment. And some of these words I have never even heard of before.

For example, the word pacific. As in, “I’m looking for a pacific brand of cake flour.”


Or the word “fruss-ta-ted” instead of regular old frustrated.

One that irritates the hell out of me: irregardless. Two negatives make a positive, people.

Supposebly gets used in exchange of supposedly, allegedly.

All of this makes my head hurt.

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.