Tuesday, October 31, 2006

love at a time of costumes
Shadow-chasing ghost hunter enigma fleeing free
Thunder blaster beating faster she escaping me
Wondering like falling matter gazes burning fast
Serendipity is faithfully disregarded past.
Romancing is dancing in a beat with no rhythm,
Four letters spelling weather storming is an ism.

Love-ism.

Heart’s speaking jive, smacked back to undertones
Shouting overpowered by silent buzzing telephones
Voices exhorting power and disease like blankets
Smothering the racket of joy outspoken. Supplanted.
Subjugated. Subversive. Subterranean uprising battle cries
Uprooted like the public broadcasting system by satellites.

Love-ism.

Role playing game saving tackling dreams in sleep
Walking through realscapes like zombies we creep
Slow death of innocence with every empty candy wrapper
Hope drowning in sweetened artificial laughter.
We’re monsters dressed as humans. Tonight. A reminder,
We’d rather thrive in fear than struggle to be kinder.
We’d rather thrive in fear than struggle to be kinder.
We’d rather thrive in fear than struggle to be kinder.

Love-ism.

Ulam cooked @ 11:00 AM

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

Just so you don't get Beating someone with a nightstick and saying FUCK mistaken..
Dad wants cussing toy off store shelves

Associated Press

JACKSONVILLE, N.C. - A father is asking Toys "R" Us Inc. to take a police toy set off the shelves because he says the one given to his 6-year-old son utters a curse word.

The toy set, named the "Elite Operations Role Play Set: Police," includes a nightstick and a utility belt. A recorded message that includes what sounds like a curse word plays when the nightstick is removed from the belt.

"I've had to explain to parents why my son is saying the f-word; it's horrible," Philip Morton told The Daily News of Jacksonville. "It's really a cute little toy; but God forbid, it's not what I want my kid hearing."

Morton told The Associated Press that he returned the toy to the Geoffrey store where he bought it and played it for store managers, who agreed to give him a new set. Toys "R" Us owns Geoffrey.

Kathleen Waugh, a spokeswoman for Toys "R" Us, said that only two complaints have been made to the retailer about the set. In response to the first customer complaint made earlier this year, the retailer tested the recording and found nothing wrong. Still, the chip was re-recorded. In response to the second complaint, Toys "R" Us tested the police officer toys but didn't find a problem.

"It must have been a faulty chip," she said.

Jerry Gibson, president of TekNek Toys International L.P., of Southlake, Texas, provided The AP with a copy of the source file for the recording, which says "Stop, I don't want to have to pull out my nightstick."

"We've shipped over 30,000 of these toys," Gibson said. "We would never, as a toy company making toys for children in this age range, or any toy for that matter, use inappropriate language."

[end]

thought:

From South Park: The Movie

It's Easy MMMKay Lyrics

[Mr. Mackey:]
There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs and alchohol and sex with women-mmkay
But its when you do these things too much
That you've become an addict and must get back in touch
You can do it Its all up to you-mmmmmkay
With a little plan you can change your life tooo-day
You dont have to spend your life addicted to smack
Homeless on the streets giving handjobs for crack
Follow my plan and very soon you will see-eeyy, its easy mmkay

Step 1: Instead of ass say buns, like "kiss my buns" or "you're a buns hole"

Step 2: Instead of shit say poo, as in "bull poo", "poo head" and this "poo is cold"

Step 3: With bitch drop the t because bich is latin for generosity

Step 4: Dont say fuck any more because fuck is the worst word that you can say

So just use the word mmmkay!

[Children:] We can do it its all up to us-mmmkay (mmmkay)
With a little plan we can change our lives tooo-day
Mr, Mackey: you can change it today
Everyone: We don't have to spend our lives shootin up in the trash
Homeless on the streets giving handjobs for cash
Follow this plan and very soon you will see-eey
Its easy mmkay!

[Mr. Mackey:] Step 1 Children: Instead of ass say buns,
like kiss my buns or you're a buns hole

[Mr. Mackey:] Step 2 Children: Instead of shit say poo,
as in bull poo, poo head and this poo is cold

[Mr. Mackey:] Step 3 Children: With bitch drop the t
because bich is latin for generosity

[Mr. Mackey:] Step 4 Children: Dont say fuck any more

[Everyone:] Cuz fuck is the worst word that you can say
[Children:] Fuck is the worst word that you can say
We shouldn't say fuck, no we shouldn't say fuck, fuck nooooo!!!
[Mr. Mackey:] Your cured, you can go!
[Everyone:] We don't have to spend our lives shootin up in the trash homeless on the streets giving handjobs for cash
Follow this plan and very soon you will saaay
Its easy mmmkay!
[Children:] It's easy mmmkay!
[Mr. Mackey:] It's easy mmmkay!
[Children:] It's easy mmmkay!
[Mr. Mackey:] It's easy mmmkaaaaaaaayy
[Children:] It's easy mmm
It's easy mmm
It's easy mmm
It's easy mmmkaaaay
[both finish at same time]
[laughing]
[Mr. Mackey:] Mmmkay
Mmmkay
Mmmkay

Ulam cooked @ 3:52 PM

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

mushalicious and cheesetastic
I started listening to sappy songs again. Just yesterday. I’m in over my head with mushalicious and cheesetastic aural pleasure. And when I talk about cheese, this isn’t the feathered hairband cheese. This is whistling birds and jewelry commercial cheese.

South San Francisco, 10:05PM

The first suspect could be John Legend since he dropped his new “Once Again” opus on us. It’s quite a few steps away from what his first album was, but it’s nice. There’s a little more aura to the songs. There are a lot of mixed rhythm and blues and soul thematics mixed in, but the sunshiny groove is addictive. The hooks beg you to sing. And they beg you to see the girl of your dreams.

Could be him.

South San Francisco, 12:03AM

It could also be Smallville. There’s always some happy-cheesy sap that Smallville seems to spark in me. A bunch of its epic-pop backdrops have latched on board: You and Me – Lifehouse, You’re Beautiful – James Blunt, How to Save a Life – The Fray. Yeah, I’m guilty of pop-indulgence. But now that Lana’s officially in “HATE” stage of the audiences break-up with her, there really hasn’t been much love-angst to hold on to. Still, the pop still pops.

South San Francisco, 7:22AM

I admit it. It’s a girl. She makes me excited even though I barely know her. I want to get to know her despite the complicated situation it would be – let alone this feeling like, there’s no way she’s single. Anyway, it’s nothing. It’s just – yes, in fact – a crush. But it’s nice to have that crushness.

Nevertheless, I can hide it behind the new John Legend. And all that sappy pop crap.

Ulam cooked @ 10:29 PM

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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

If you want to help the family of Alia Ansari who was murdered last week in Fremont for no apparant reason...
HOW TO HELP

To donate to a fund for the Ansari children, checks can be made to the ``Ansari Family'' at Washington Mutual, account No. 3091558830, and Fremont Bank, account No. 55041477. For more information on ``Wear a Hijab Day,'' contact Melanie Gadener at melanie@efsr.org or (510) 797-4660.

Ulam cooked @ 2:11 PM

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Monday, October 23, 2006

switcheroo
I promised myself two things (well, more than two, but two I will discuss now).

One. I will not buy anymore video games because I rarely play them beyond the first 5 hours or addiction because I lose interest or get scared to get caught up again. Plus, I have books to read.

Two. I will not buy anymore books because I have books to read.

So, last week, after playing Age of Empires on the DS for 2 1/2 straight from Vegas to Barstow, my interest in RTS games was piqued. I then missed SimCity. So, I ended up purchasing Simcity 4.

Never opened it. Too late after I got home from spending rare quality time with Chel. Never got around to it.

Today. I really wanted a RTS Action game. A good one at that. Very interested in the LOTR Battle for Middle Earth and also Empire at War and the highly esteemed Civilization and Age of Empires series.

So I drifted over to Target to return SimCity 4 and possibly come home with an RTS. Remember the top two promises.

Strolled around Target for a few minutes. Checked out Battle for Middle Earth 2. Checked out the Xbox games. Checked out the books. Interested in reading Brad Meltzer's new one, but I'll wait for the paperback.

Left with... nothing. I returned SimCity though, so that was a returned twenty or so dollars.

I intended to go home and I took the Gellert exit out of Serramonte Mall just to give myself a chance to drift over to Barnes and Noble in case a green light dictated that I go. And so it did.

Had limited time in BN since closing time was fast approaching. Checked out the clearance items. Checked out some Meltzer novels. Looked for the political magazines and could not find them. Saw that a new printing of the Alchemist came out and it was on sale. Looked around more and found myself checking out Greg Rucka's Queen and Country novels. Rucka and Meltzer I know only through their work in comics, mind you, but I found two of Rucka's novels more enticing than Meltzer's older novels. The Queen and Country novels are about a super-spy Tara Chace who can bring me back to the glory days of Sydney Bristow and Alias.

So I left.

I left with The Alchemist. I decided earlier in the night that I need to re-read the Alchemist and Tuesdays with Morrie. Tuesdays with Morrie was cheaper at Target. Sunshine still has my copy and I doubt I'll ever get it back from her. And, I also left with A Gentlman's Game by Rucka - the Queen and Country novel.

And I left promising myself one more thing - that the new page on prosemonkey will be an open ended, non-theme related fuckfest with the brain and fingers doing the dirty with the keyboard. Yes, bad stories galore - I will read and I will write.

Ulam cooked @ 10:18 PM

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The first Prosemonkey TV Ratings scale!
Yes TV Fan. We're in a crazy creative wave of television. All on: Livin' Proof.

Go and make some comments.

Ulam cooked @ 4:51 PM

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Thursday, October 05, 2006

wonder years
I've been meaning to write about this the whole week, but work's been frickin' crazy. I went to sleep at around 8:45pm on Monday night.. finished up another bad softball season on Tuesday.. worked til 7 and played poker last night.. and worked til 7:45 tonight.

I feel like throwing up. I just inhaled a whole plate of Chicken Katsu lunch from L & L. *yak* That's after not eating much all day.

Anyway.

Sunday was a family day..actually saturday was a bit also. anyway, my sister's in town and she and my mom wanted to go to Napa Valley, so they asked me to drive. Napa's not much of an attraction for me - maybe with a special lady friend, but that's not part of the picture. So, really, I wasn't all that jazzed to go.

But, getting a chance to hang out with both of them for most of the day.. just being a family.. when I neared home, I didn't want the day to end. Weird.

It was a very Kevin Arnold-esque Wonder Years moment. You know, right before some family shindig and Kevin's bitter about it. At the end, the groovy music's playing, Kevin's looking out into the sunset in the backseat of the wagon, monologue saying something to the effect that family was good. That's what I was feeling.

Just had to share.

Ulam cooked @ 9:29 PM

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