Interests:I'm interested at shooting mase into protesters eyes. I enjoy chaining myself to lumberjacks to protests protesters. Expertise:I was hit by a bus, and I was scurred and confused, untill someone told me to call 1-800-ASK KERRY, the call wuz fo free! Occupation:Computer related Industry:Real Estate
"If you do not accept my love, I will be an ashen faced ghost whimsically haunting the cold barren abyss of my own mind, an empty vessel devoid of life,"
"Ad Misericordiam" an appeal to sympathy, rather than logic.
It might surprise some that I actually lend part of my titanic intellect, my unsurpassed brain power to the subject of love, but the truth is I love discoursing on love, it's just that I rarely find a soul who can grasp what I say. Love seems to thrive in fallacies, prospers when it is bereft of reason, nurtured by the illogical, and above all driven by callous unthinking passion.
First let us ask, if love can be reasoned with? Can you approach the woman that stirs your heart so and explain in precise impeccable detail why you two should be together? Your chances of success are slim and none, because love does not thrive on logic but prospers on emotion. They need chemistry, which is childish to me, I never recall any man mention chemistry. I say it's childish, because Chemistry can be created falsely. A woman might believe that what's happening between her and a man is natural and thus chemistry, when in reality it's just an elaborate contrived game. Emotion equals chemistry, and emotion is so easily manipulated, it's nothing more than clay to be shaped at will by a master potter. How can one ever tell game from real chemistry? A master seducer could easily make it seem that everything that just happened was spontaneous and not a rehearsed well practiced series of actions designed to separate you from your clothing.
Is there love that makes sense? There is a type of logical love, where two people know each other so well for a lengthy period of time, are well matched, and "it makes sense for them together" but is that really love? It is love after a fashion. They know each other intimately. They expect themselves to be in love with each other. They have the ever pressing and quite normal sexual instinct. It seems such a natural thing that two people in such a situation should be in love. However there wouldn't be any difference in their relationship apart from going to bed together.
No real love needs passion, if there is no passion then there is no love. You might argue, that I'm wrong and say that love can exists without passion. When people say that love can endure without passion, they are really talking about something else entirely. They are talking about affection, a sense of common interests, tastes and habits. Two people can grow used to having sex with one other, because the sexual instinct is nothing more than a need, much like eating. Desire is not passion. Desire is the natural result of the sexual instinct, and of no more importance than any other function of the human animal. In this aspect, men and women differ slightly, a man can have this passing connection without the emotional significance, while a woman cannot.
Unless love is passion, it's not love and passion thrives on impediments and not satisfaction. It's like this Grecian Urn I saw, where a lover was depicted forever chasing the elusive object of his desire, and however madly he pursued her she was always out of reach. Pascal said that the heart has no reasons that reason takes account of. Passion is a destructive conniving thing, it does not listen to reason, it convinces you that honor is worth sacrificing, that shame is a cheap price to pay. Passion destroyed Anthony and Cleopatra, laid low Tristan and Isolde, killed Romeo and Juliet and if doesn't destroy it dies. After it dies, one must face the desolation of knowing that one has wasted the years of one's life, that one's brought disgrace upon oneself, endured jealously, swallowed every bitter mortification, realized that one has expended every little ounce of their soul into something poor, a drab peg on which to hang one's dreams, and it all came to naught.
One is fortunate when they survive passion, when history and literature is filled with examples of those mournful casualties of passion.
So a friend asked me to tone down the exclamation points!!!! Oh really!!!! I don't listen to girls!!!! How do you like that? !!! and take some asterisks while you're at it ***. I think someone has been turning her against my usage of exclamation points!! I think it's what's her face, she is always attempting to undermine my Genius. The only way to battle against such injustice is to use more exclamation points!!!! First I'd like to say that my blogs are starting to get popular, seems like some of my friends are trying to act crazy and stand out as much as possible so I'll mention them in one of my blogs. Like this one dude was driving like a maniac, revving his engine up against a School Bus Driver, and a dude on a ride on lawnmower! Yah, yah I get it! I'll write about how you almost got us killed on the freeway you freaking idiot!
Today is a sort of recovery day, I've been going to Hiros way too much lately. I'm really sick of Half Off Cooked Sushi, but I can't freaking help myself because I don't know when their Summer Special will end! It's already freaking November!! And everything will go back to Full Price I dread the day this will occur. I think this is just some diabolical scheme by Hiros to try to get us to eat and drink there every single night of our lives. Don't they understand that eating too much Sushi can cause Mercury Poisoning? There's lots of Mercury in Sushi, pretty soon you're going to be able to tell the temperature by looking at my forehead.
Anyways, I went there last night with Mystery, Budizzle, and Jackie Chan. I was wondering how many times we would get shot down by girls tonight? True to form, as soon as I spy them at a table they are trying to talk to the waitress, this pretty little thing with some strategically placed piercings and dyed auburn hair. I catch them at the tail end of the what nationality are you guessing game, I tell her I'm Puerto Rican. She looks at me strangely? What you can't feel the machismo oozing out of my manly visage? "So are you all Hmong?" I say "Well Abu is definitely not Hmong," He's a bearded bengali dude, I mean cmon? lolz
Thursday Nights at Hiros is really interesting, since it's Karaoke Night. It's usually dominated by Azn Gangsters singing songs like Careless Whisper and I'm a Barbie Girl, but I don't want to make fun of them because I don't want to get shot! I really wanted to sing Careless Whisper, but I need like a decent looking Azn Chick to do that little Katrina Halili Dance while I'm singing it because that would be soooooo freaking funny. I was going to bring my S3IS so that I could record me singing Careless Whisper. Well tonight Mystery, wanted to sing Apologize by OneRepublic, and he's in with the Gangsters so they didn't shoot him for taking the mic. Jackie, Budizzle and I were sitting trying to figure out the first lyrics to Apologize, and we got into this pointless discussion about how Sad this Song is. I mean, I think the singer is talking about suicide, because of some dumb girl. Man I would never commit suicide over some chick, damn that's just lame. I was drinking a Mojito and when that was finished, I decided that I wanted to mess with the waitress a little bit. When she came around and asked me if I wanted anything else I said "Yeah can I get a blowjob" Jackie Chan turns red, Buddizle is like "ohh no he didn't" The waitress is stunned for a bit, before she gets my drift! "Ohh are you really going to do it?" I'm like huh? Yeah, I mean it's only baileys and ameretto!! "I mean, are you really going to drink like a blowjob?" I'm like well I don't know how, can you show me? "She's like yah, if you buy me one," I'm like shit, I just got suckered into buying a shooter, but whatever it was cheap.
A few minutes she comes back with the blowjobs, and starts holding her hair back, just like when a girl.... haha well you know, or you don't know.. all that was missing was eye contact, which would have made it awesome. So she clamps her strong teeth on the glass, and I wince involuntarily at the sight. She cocks her head back and fails to take the full load, pardon my pun. She drops the glass on the table and her face is covered in Whip Cream, lolz I guess that's why it's called what it is. Like the gentleman that I am, I hand her my friend's napkin, and giggle like a school girl staring at a Jonas Brothers Poster.
After awhile it got really boring though and I wanted to go home to see if anyone messaged me on Facebook... I do that every five minutes, and since I've been at Hiros for like 3 Hours I was getting really anxious. So I left and forgot to take a piss before I left and the whole drive on the Interstate was very very very painful. As soon as I reached a residential area I jumped out of my car and just ran up to someones fence and well you know... You gotta do what you gotta do. Eagerly I logged into facebook to see how many cool invites I got, and what new farmville animals my friends gifted me with, and OMG I feel so loved. Thank You Facebook!!
Not Looking For a Soulmate Just for Someone to Bang and Watch Movies With =P
Not Really Looking for my "SoulMate" just someone to Bang and Watch Movies With:
I don't recall, where I got that quote from, but I find it amusing. In a sense it satirizes my personal philosophy on the subject and I enjoy the playful honesty contained therein. What is love? What is the concept of a Soulmate? Do these things really exists? Anyways awhile back, on this internet dating site, lol I won't admit which one, *match.com* cough cough ahem.., I had this rather unsuccessful internet Dating Profile.. Yes I blame it all on the profile. In hindsight it was kinda lame, it said things like "Looking for the One, my Lobster, my Soul-Mate! Holler," and the reality is, I don't even believe in the Notion that we have SOULMATES.. We don't have Soulmates, we have Love-Teams but no Soul-Mates. I got a lot more hits with my tag saying "Not looking for a soulmate just someone to bang and watch movies," Why? Isn't that an interesting proposition? Indeed why? lol probably because they thought it would be funny, and the fact that I magically doubled my income (my profile at least) probably helped.. Crap did I just admit to being on match.com? Well, I chalk it all to the travails of youth.
According to Greak Mythology by way of Aristophanes' dialogue in Plato's symposium oddly enough about Amour, love.ect., mankind was made with 4 arms, 4 legs, 2 heads, 2 torsos and one Soul. Man was a freak of nature. Three types of humans existed, the Male, the Female and the dainty Androgynous. Mankind's speed and power was unmatched in the mortal realm and this caused man's pride to swell, even daring to challenge the Gods. The King of the Gods feared man's power and wished to chastise mankind for their dangerous pride. Zeus with the aid of Apollo split man apart, splitting each and everyone in half while Apollo healed them with his powers. Where there was once two heads, four arms, four legs, there now only existed one head and one pair of arms and legs. The newly created beings wept at their misfortune and constantly sought out their other half trying vainly to rejoin themselves. In essence our one soul was split into two. So our significant half, if you think about is really just us; and we are condemned to wander this world forever in search of our missing half. So if you think you're dating your soulmate you're really just having sex with yourself... Gross huh? I severely disagree with this Greek concept of our soulmates our twin flames, in fact I think its BS, and very un-Christianlike if you ask me since it involves things like Pre-Destiny and Karma. Our psyches are unique, complete in its own accord, whether or not we meet another soul. Now Eros or love can only exists in our psyches or souls but we are in fact unique and there is no other us. This whole, "You complete me" Jerry Maguire pyschobable is just pillow-talk.. Something Tom Cruise says to Katie Holmes because he can't come up with his own lines. You've lost that lovin feeling!! He sang to Katie by the way on their wedding what a douche! And like the brainwashed tart that she is poor Katie just stood there and smiled like a good brainwashed girl that she is. Tom is the crazy loon who thinks that Katie is his soulmate, nuttie Xeno worshipping Scientologist. What would Dawson think, Katie? What would Dawson think??
So if there is no such thing as a Soulmate and pre-destiny, what do we have left? Obviously someone to bang and watch movies with!! No of course not, but in the jest a profound truth is revealed. Putting this Soulmate ideal into our heads, puts needless pressure I think. At first, I must admit the very philosophical realization of this fact, caused me to recoil and made me rethink everything I ever thought about the concept of Love. I always thought it was this overwhelming tsunami that leaves you bereft of reason and foundering in a sea of pain and bliss, at least that's how it was for me. But eventually when these tides subside, what are you left with? Someone to bang and watch movies with!!
The other night, I was thinking about this concept in my head, and I was in a yahoo chatroom having some fun with the sexpats trolling for ugly mountain girls and all the dorks singing the chorus to Narda over and over again. I said "I'm not really looking for a soulmate just someone to bang and watch movies with," this actually received several enthusiastic replies..
A girl came on, or at least I hoped it was a girl, you never know rofl.. she says "So looking for some bang" or some such.. To which I replied "Sure, but do you also watch movies?" She was taken aback by my reply, I don't know why, I was very specific about what I was looking for. I mean I'm asking for the whole pie here, not just half.. she says "yeah X movies" I was like "damn I was talking about Lord of the Rings, The Lion King or something rofl.." girls, their minds are in the gutter.
Anyways I stated I was just joking around, and actually had a funny conversation with her. Man you know girls like to drill you with poignant questions. Like How many girls have you slept with? I don't understand why they ask, they don't really want to know the answer. To little and your a wuss, too much and you are a Dog. Instead of scrambling for a safe number in your head like "3", I highly recommend 3, not too much not too little! But even better is just to grin and say "No, baby, I'm a virgin, I don't know anything about that," haha, that's the best answer you can give trust in Davy. And more poignant questions "how many positions do you know?" only the one that's religiously sanctioned by the clergy "Reverse CowGirl"..
And girls, man they're devious! My Greek Model Soulmate would never be that devious! All the more reason to disbelieve in the notion. In fact Girls are Twice as good looking as us, and also twice as smart, cunning like little Foxes they are, if you let them they will run circles around your head! They like to interogate you like they are the FBI!! Our only defense is to joke around! I should change my heading to "Not really looking for my soulmate; just someone to interogate me like I'm a prisoner in GITMO, to bang and watch movies with,"
In closing, you know the Great Jerry Rice, sustained his career for so long because he believed in attaining that perfect and flawless game, it gave him the inner strength that resolve and drive to continue. That's what I'm shooting for, looking for that perfect Movie and the flawless person to watch it with! Forget about all that bang stuff, I'm a freaking Virgin, I just found out six weeks ago that Babies don't really come from the Magical Stork.
According to IKEA, you're not merely choosing furnishings for your bedroom, oh no you're taking the first steps to spiritual enlightenment by wishing into life your own personal center for well-being. Here's a sobering thought, marketing firms study Cults and the near mindless devotion they cultivate in their followers (This is a Fact, look up The Persuaders an awesome PBS documentary about marketing). These marketing gurus took what they learned and applied it to the art of selling products. The almost slavish love we have for name brands like Nike, Toyota, is no random accident, but a carefully woven spell whispered into our psyches. How else would you explain Guidos paying hundreds of dollars for an Ed Hardy T-Shirt? To them it's not a T-Shirt, it's a facet of their existence, it's about embracing the Ed Hardy Culture. Christian Audigier brilliantly combined the artwork of tattoo Don Ed Hardy with his apparel brand and viola, an endless line of chumps willing to shell out hundreds of dollars on something that would look good as a tattoo but not as an article of clothing.
Enter the Cult of IKEA, and enter the Gospel of Ingvar Kamprad founder and CEO of the furniture company. You can tell IKEA has a Cult like following by all the poor souls following IKEA's twitter and facebook pages. I liken them to followers of Thulsa Doom marching to the Towers of the Snake on Conan the Barbarian. The tired old days of simply selling a product are long gone, to compete in today's market a company must represent a lifestyle or face extinction. More than that, a company must make an emotional connection with it's target audience to ensure a loyal following for the life of that company. Firms, such as Nike, Coca-Cola, Toyota, Saturn, and many others have all transcended the customer-company relation and elevated it to something else entirely. IKEA is almost shameless in this regard, as I strolled through the newly opened IKEA store here in Tampa I couldn't help but laugh at marketing tsunami they try to overwhelm their guests with. The architecture, the design, the lay out of IKEA is all for the purpose of conveying a message. That message is Better Living, it suggests a fusion of frugality and trendy aesthetics. That's why when IKEA opened, we are introduced to the life story of the store manager, the history of IKEA from it's humble beginnings in the icy fjords of Sweden to it's growth as a massive world wide entity. It's all terribly boring, and the only reason why they would bother reciting you this story is to convey some message.
If you take a look at IKEA's Catalog and peruse the visual candy displayed on page after page. Ask yourself what is the message being imparted to you? A world where, better living is defined as one's physical environment ushering a person into spiritual rapture. In a nutshell IKEA is telling you that by purchasing their products you're one step closer to Zen like harmony. I say Zen, because I don't feel like I'm in Sweden when I go inside IKEA. Instead I noticed how the company appropriated Eastern Imagery, the prominence of colorful circles, the simple rice paper like lantern globes. When I think of Swedes I think of Meatballs, Bikini Teams, Hot Blondes, Hot Blondes, Vikings, and Hockey, I don't think of Feng Shui, and Ba Gua circles. Nor has IKEA limited itself to appropriating eastern mysticism, it has also appropriated Christianity and the New Age movement. Take a look at their Candles section if you don't believe me. The candles themselves invoke, the new age image, and the candle holders wouldn't at all look out of place at a Catholic Altar for instance. None of these are accidental, they are all carefully designed to invoke certain emotions. In fact it's a lot like courting a girl, you have to invoke her emotional side in order to convince her to go with you, usually by manipulating her imagination. IKEA then, is one smooth player.
You might like shopping at IKEA, I know I do , but don't be like those mindless trolls searching for spiritual growth at a freaking furniture store. Don't fall for this nonsense. This is nothing but a scheme of some dorky marketing executive, trying to part you from your hard earned money. Trust me, next time you look at an IKEA catalog, or eat some meatballs at the IKEA restaurant breath in all the not so subtle messages they are trying to brainwash you with. A furniture store is not something to hang our hats on, this is something only a higher power can do. Try to shut out the persuaders who constantly try to draw us into their webs. There's a reason why I never fall for these marketing gimmicks, the first reason is that you can't bullshit a bullshitter, and I'm a Jedi Master Bullshitter, I'm much too cynical and I know that we are not defined by what we buy. It's an awesome feeling shopping at a store, being unaffected by their marketing strategies while being in on their little secret.
I dread the day this will occur. I think this is just some diabolical scheme by Hiros to try to get us to eat and drink there every single night of our lives. Don't they understand that eating too much Sushi can cause Mercury Poisoning? There's lots of Mercury in Sushi, pretty soon you're going to be able to tell the temperature by looking at my forehead. 
Eagerly I logged into facebook to see how many cool invites I got, and what new farmville animals my friends gifted me with, and OMG I feel so loved. Thank You Facebook!!
The candles themselves invoke, the new age image, and the candle holders wouldn't at all look out of place at a Catholic Altar for instance. None of these are accidental, they are all carefully designed to invoke certain emotions. In fact it's a lot like courting a girl, you have to invoke her emotional side in order to convince her to go with you, usually by manipulating her imagination. IKEA then, is one smooth player. 
, but don't be like those mindless trolls searching for spiritual growth at a freaking furniture store. Don't fall for this nonsense. This is nothing but a scheme of some dorky marketing executive, trying to part you from your hard earned money. Trust me, next time you look at an IKEA catalog, or eat some meatballs at the IKEA restaurant breath in all the not so subtle messages they are trying to brainwash you with. A furniture store is not something to hang our hats on, this is something only a higher power can do. Try to shut out the persuaders who constantly try to draw us into their webs. There's a reason why I never fall for these marketing gimmicks, the first reason is that you can't bullshit a bullshitter, and I'm a Jedi Master Bullshitter, I'm much too cynical and I know that we are not defined by what we buy. It's an awesome feeling shopping at a store, being unaffected by their marketing strategies while being in on their little secret.