Another Angry Rant

I realized this week that there is a certain habit people have that irks me. To make it short and simple I vehemently dislike little girls that giggle. Giggling should stop at the age of 8. Everything after is a sin in my eyes. It shows lack of composure, immaturity, and general stupidity. The only thing worse is a giggle accompanied by a playful slap. It's terrible when little Asian girls do it. From observation, they come off a little slutty or a little fobby... perhaps even both. I don't want to be stuck on a train full of slutty fobs or fobby sluts. Gross. I don't want 5000 years of Chinese civilization and all its accomplishments boiled down to little Asian girls... with pink Nike bags... with their thuggish wannabe boyfriends that have those ridiculous blonde rat tails. Good riddance.

The Jonas Brothers suck. This is like the second coming of Hanson but possibly with even less testosterone. This is rock music's answer to Soulja Boy. Ice-T said, "You're old enough to be my son but you just single-handedly destroyed hip hop." The effects will be similar. Anyone that sincerely enjoys their music should take a good, long look at themselves in the mirror... then drive their face directly through it. Then maybe you'll finally bleed the pathetic out of you... or maybe not. Either way I am satisfied.

Speaking of guys with guitars... I don't like guys who sit around with guitars for no reason. Strumming loudly when the situation doesn't call for it doesn't make you look sensitive... it is kind of irritating. Maybe that's just me.

Coldplay's Viva La Vida makes no sense. It's some sort of Christian worship song... IN DISGUISE. Isn't that a bit... subversive?

It is a bit late, but yes the Celtics won. I would like to thank the Lakers for handing us the trophy and totally cracking. Way to show some cahones. This is what happens when you have a EuroLeague team and your best player is a rapist. I felt pretty good when the entire Lakers bandwagon all across America ran away from it like it was a guy with an AIDS-infected needle. Did anyone see how crappy that Lakers crowd was? Too cool/wealthy to cheer?

I might buy an Ipod. Gasp. I'm selling my soul.

There's a kid who dribbles a basketball in front of my window. There is no hoop in sight. He just paces back and forth dribbling. I'm thinking of laying a trap of some sort... like a hidden Viet Cong pit of spikes. Yummy. I want sushi.

Rumblings and Grumblings.

Well the Celtics lost in the Staples Center earlier tonight. There are a few observations to be made about "Laker Nation". When I was at Game 1 in the Garden, the building was a sea of green and white. Game 3? Where are all the yellow and purple jerseys? What kind of crowd is this? You know what else I'm tired of? There are all these people cheering the Lakers on. I just want to say one thing.

If you've never lived in Southern California, PLEASE STOP. Every man, woman, and child in New England can cheer for the Celtics; this is history we're witnessing. Besides, they're our hometown team. I can't say that I've been following the Celtics long, but I'm a Boston fan. With that said, who are all these clowns cheering on the Lakers? Regardless of team or sport, this is the most offensive example of bandwagonning I have ever seen. What's it to you if the Lakers win? There isn't going to be a parade in your state anyway. Suck it up if your hometown team isn't in the Finals. It sucks more if you're a Knicks fan. By the way, did you know Knicks is short for "Knickerbockers". Ya'll ain't so hard now are ya?


Kung Fu Panda is racist. I said it. I can't wait for the sequel "Bull-fighting Burrito" or "Road Side Bomb Arab". Me love you long time.

I still can't find a job. The only thing left is to sell my body.

Ya know, give blood and what not.



I looked at the Freshman year GPA. My kindergarten teacher Mrs. Vecter always said I'd be a B student forever. Thanks a lot woman, you're right. You cursed me from Day 1 to forever be slightly above average but never great. I am never going to excel at anything. I'm always going to be numbers 2-5 and never number 1. In honor of H.G Wells' book "Time Machine", I'm going to go back in time and spear tackle you before you can say it. However, I'd be trapped in a paradox as what drove me to build this time machine is because you said those words. If I stopped you, I'd never build that machine and so on and so forth. It can't be helped. I need another reason to build a time machine. I can build time machines.

It is so hot. It's not so hot that it gives anyone an excuse to act like a 'tard though. I was stuck on the train for like an hour with these juvenile Asian kids. The future is bleak. Actually, the future is ditsy, does not like to be slapped, and giggles a lot.


I can't believe I watched Don't Mess With the Zohan. Screw you Adam Sandler, you should have quit while you were ahead after Little Nicky.

I figured out what I want to name my kids. David Bag Wu and Thomas Bag Wu. Twins.

D-Bag and T-Bag are not to be messed with.