Even the dogs are suffering...

[16:34] c_i: did u hear about the layoffs
[16:34] vn: in starcom?
[16:34] c_i: no at wow bao
[16:35] vn: bow wow
[16:35] c_i: exactly

Sucking his Thom

I've decided just now that I don't like Radiohead. Scratch that. It's not that I don't like Radiohead. I can appreciate them for the genius that is them. I like Thom Yourke simply for the fact that he is Thom Yourke. But he rarely smiles. I can't believe someone that's had all his dreams come true can be so haunted and so jaded as to never be able to smile when he's doing what he [at least at one time] loved the most. Although, taking a step back, I guess it is fair to say that maybe he never really did love this but when he found out he was so incredibly talented, he couldn't walk away. And yet, what a gift? To be endowed with such great talent that he has no choice but to share his gift with the world. Or is it a burden to bear? Is that why he never smiles? I think if I were him, I would still smile. Although, if I were him, then the world would probably never have gotten "Bodysnatchers."

But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy

Have you ever really been attracted to someone intellectually? This is a conversation that I have had with myself many a time. The last time that I had this 2-sided debate with myself was in my senior year of college about this guy named Adam. He was older and totally not attractive. At all. La da da. But as we sat there debating the greater potential that marketing academia can have on society as a whole, I wondered if there was a way to fall in love with someone's mind. I'm sure that there have been many a cases in history where intellect has truly lead the potential of the relationship or kindled the flame, but I'm unsure if the type of connection that I'm talking about is really enough to create a level of attraction or not...or is it too much?

But that leads me to my current day problem: I have a huge crush. Which kinda sucks. It's not a real crush (I don't think) because one of those definitely has lustful intentions. This is not one of those things. This is more of an intellectual crush. Which I feel weird about. I want so much to be his friend – which, again, is weird. But he's an interesting person. At least I think he is, but I can't be 100% convinced of that. At least not right now. I want to know all about him - how did he get to where he is now, does he do anything during the day, does he have huge ambitions, what's his favorite foreign country, does he own 7 pairs of the same shirt, what does he find funny, does he like shows like arrested development or family guy or conan or dexter or flight of the conchords, what comedians inspire him, would he say that stand-up has made as much of an impact on society as improv or vice versa, would he be content to be where he is for the rest of his life, what was it like working with D, why is he so quiet, what secret about the universe does he know that I do not (of which I am sure there are many), or when is he the most happiest (ed. note, I know that this is not correct grammar, please don't correct it). I want to desperately know what he thinks of me and I'm so confused as to why I want to know this or why I seek his approval so much. Why is this so hard for me? Why can't he make eye contact with me for extended periods of time - and does this mean that I'm just creepy? And why every time I see him do I feel like it's the first time he has ever seen me and not necessarily in a good way? Does he ever do karaoke and if so what's his go-to song? Or does he just laugh at people who do karaoke because they will never have the real talent that he does? Or is he really not that arrogant? Does he even like girls? Honestly, he could be married; I know nothing. A quick search of google returns little. I'm wondering how much connection with him is ok. Stalking? Befriending? Facebook? MySpace? Band's profile page?

Ok, well, I did learn he's straight.

Time for a Refresh

As the new year continues, I'm thinking more and more of creating a new place to blog. The problem, mostly, is that I'll write and write and write, but when I'm on the go or at work, it's impossible to post. So I'm investigating my options at different blogging sites. This will potentially allow my blog to become bigger than it is now OR it could be worse and I could loose all readers (of which there are probably only 2 - me and my mom). We shall see. I will keep you posted. And in the mean time, you'll be getting another barrage of posts from me today written over the past two-ish weeks. I heart this.

Allow me to indulge myself for just a minute

I have this dream. And I'm not 100% sure how it goes. But it goes something like this...

...I'm walking through a field and I have no idea what's going on in front of me or behind me. And I'm walking, for lack of a better term, very logically - which means that I'm pretty much just walking in a straight line. Except that when someone tells me to move, I do, without warning, and then, all of a sudden, I'm walking on a completely different path pretty unsure of what I was doing there to begin with. Then, I'm on a beach and it's completely isolated, no one is there. And so, in time with the waves, I start singing. And the funny thing is, when I was young, I used to make up all my own songs while just staring at the sea. But this time, the songs don't make sense (although I'm not sure that they ever really did). Which gets me thinking that the songs aren't supposed to make sense. They are just like jazz over and over in my head. And just when I think I'm the only person out there, I see a distant figure coming closer and closer until I can almost make out who it is. And then the figure speaks, and it says -

- Then, I wake up. And I can't remember anything of what was said. Or who the figure was. But in this reoccurring dream, I think that the figure always changes who it is. And the words must change too which is why I don't remember them. It's an unsettling dream. But not nearly as unsettling as the other reoccurring dreams I have been having where members of my family are dying. Phew.

I Got Paper

A short little video of my sweet dancing skillz...









Haha, oh wait, not mine, someone else's.

"She looks yummy"

I hate when people beat me to the punch...beat me to posting about what I was already intending to blog about. Serves me right for waiting on writing about stuff. That's why I'm going to start mobile blogging. It's better.


I love when females are funny. I think that so many women are fantastically funny, and yet we get a bad, bad rap. Some of the funniest times, times that I laughed the hardest were with women. But, Chelsea is moving the movement forward.

Check out her book, "Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea." My favorite chapter is about how her sister got her stuck in the California State Penitentiary.

Prison Break

After drunk driving with a friend, Chelsea is arrested and winds up sleeping across from and befriends a murderer and makes lies to make herself seem more hardcore.

When words don't fail you

I'm having a hard time controlling myself...well controlling my talking.

At my computer -
Me: I wish I didn't need a calculator to figure out what CPM level I would need to be at to affect overall impressions to drive awareness of a new product. Calculators make me dumb.

At the TV -
Me: Oh god, don't be so dramatic.

To random dude on the street -
Me: Hot Damn!

Except when I told my parents the story about I was losing my mind, I said "Hot Diggity Dog".

Something in the Java

Because I really love the English and what they choose to spend their money on…

Coffee ghost to show what isn't there
Published Date: 14 January 2009

Too much coffee not only makes sleeping difficult but can appear to wake the dead.

People who drink more than seven cups of instant coffee a day have an increased tendency to hallucinate and may even think they sense ghosts, according to research published today.

High caffeine users were three times more likely to have heard a non-existent person's voice than "low" users who consumed less than one cup of instant coffee or its equivalent, scientists found.

Besides coffee, caffeine can be obtained from sources such as tea, chocolate, pep pills and energy drinks.

The researchers from the University of Durham pointed out that hallucinations are not necessarily a sign of mental illness and around three per cent of people regularly hear voices.

They studied 200 students who were asked about their intake of caffeine-containing products.

The students' susceptibility to hallucinatory experiences and stress levels were also assessed. Among the experiences reported were seeing things that were not there, hearing voices, and sensing the presence of dead people.

Caffeine's ability to exacerbate the effects of stress may explain the findings, scientists believe.

When under stress, the body releases a hormone called cortisol, which is produced in greater quantities after consuming caffeine. The extra cortisol boost could be what helps a person to hallucinate.

Rash of posts

I have a rash of posts that I'm going to be submitting today because I've been hording them in my drafts box. So, there you have it. I have A LOT to write about...

Whatever, whatever, I do what I want

Exchange between me and my mom on New Years

Me: Ugh, that is a terrible credit card bill.
Mom: What the...are you spending all that money on itunes for?
Me: Well, Mom, I've really gotten into audio books.
Mom: What?
Me: You know, books on tape...but really as mp3s.
Mom: Where do you listen to them?
Me: Wherever I want!

I guess it's something that you had to be there for.