My posts are stupid. True. I was just telling Brendan at lunch today (at a really good ramen shop by Mitsuwa, check it out some time) how I tend to start writing random stuff I think up, then realize that NO ONE CARES AND IT ISN’T INTERESTING TO ANYONE BUT ME (well, I realize it maybe half the time; the other half you guys get to read it and regret ever meeting me.) Anyways, thanks for writing Steve, because I was all set to do the dirty double blog post. There’s more on my mind, so get a picture of one of your favorite stupids, and let those old loving feelings come rushing back in…


Brendan’s crazy family
First let me say I didn’t mean to trivialize the Horiuchis’ situation by completely ignoring it in my last post. And I didn’t really mean to write so much shiet that Brendan’s post would be buried under a fat stinking pile of stupid. The truth is, I wrote much of that before Brendan posted, but I was getting sleepy at the time, and decided to finish it later.

I just have a few semisweet morsels of input…

- I hate when bad things happen to good people. Almost all my friends’ families have been nice and welcoming to me, but I’ve never felt so comfortable in a home other than my own as with the BLuckyDay clan. I can meet some cousin/aunt/little baby for the first time, and already they’re saying, “Oh you’re the nerdy one with the fukdup hands and eyebrows that stop.” … “… yup that’s me, NICE TO MEET YOU.” Ok a little exaggerated, but point is they’ve all been cool (or really open about seriously making fun of me, hmm). Well, whether I am really liked or just a joke, Tomo’s is good stuff and I would never have gotten any without knowing them. So I just hope things work out okay, that people get what they deserve (good or bad), that this doesn’t ruin any relationships among the family members you care about, and especially that the innocent young ones don’t get screwed over this. Yeah I said innocent, so little Sydnie is out. She’s already on my bad side… summuna… =)

- I am amazed and appalled at the stupidity that has been brought to light here. Breaking the law in the most obvious and verifiable ways… turning against people who took you into their family… and the spelling and grammar… ARGGHHH… someone better hold me back, cause I’m about to get a fat Cutco knife for my pen, and it won’t be red til I start marking the circles.

- Steve, it’s nice to see how violently loyal you are to your friends. I’ve gotta warn whoever’s out there even thinking about doing something to piss this guy off. He may seem happy now, what with a girl and APhiO, but he’s got years of rage in reserves… he can just imagine me not holding cookies or some other petty kid shiet, and BAM part of your face is missing and the sixth sense is two beyond what you’ve got. Kids will be reading about it in history books: The Trail of Ears, from San Diego to Fresno. And those kids will be crying.


Fake tats
Okay, I’m a guy. I’m straight. I like looking at shapely women. Large breasts > flat chest. That’s not what this is about.

In the past I’ve been unsure how I felt about plastic surgery and such: breast implants, liposuction, nose jobs, face lifts, hair implants, penis enlargement, double eyelid surgery… any superficial changes people choose to make on their bodies. Actually I know how I feel about penis enlargement: IF SOMEONE NEEDS IT, LET THEM BE, STOP CALLING THEM NAMES [snif... so shmall...] ... Uh... but yeah, it always seemed sad that so many people are somehow motivated to change what they look like. Let’s break it down…

Why we do it - Somehow we develop an idea of what is beautiful and desirable in the face and body. TV, magazines, clothing stores… it doesn’t matter where it came from, most of us want to have it and be surrounded by it. Even if you’re not born or grow up exactly the way you want, there are ways to change yourself and collect the pieces of the “ideal you” puzzle. Nowadays you can buy them, at a grocery store or a medical office. Why would we choose to take such measures? It might be just to like what we see when we look in the mirror. It might be so that others will want to look at us, and be with us. Being what we want on the outside helps us feel more confident on the inside. In other cases, it might even be helpful for career advancement, such as modeling or porn. Ahh porn… now, do you really think I’d be watching if they had normal sized breasts and schlongs? HELL nah!… Did I say I?… I meant YOU. I don't watch that stuff. Pervert.

My perspective - Michael Jackson, who’s had his share of metamorphosis under the knife (perhaps more than his share), said in an interview, “do whatever makes you happy.” My opinion has recently shifted toward his (again realizing the looming threat of hypocrisy, and hoping to dodge its cruel, ignorant grasp). It’s about being able to live every day with some peace of mind, content with who you are, inside and out. I’ve had my share of skin problems (MORE THAN MY SHARE DAMMIT), and sought ways to alleviate this annoyance. Over the years this has probably cost a fair amount of money, all so I would have clearer skin. Clear skin… that’s superficial… so is this any different from someone paying to change another part of the body? So maybe acne is a disease and a small chest isn’t, but I didn’t go to a dermatologist to save my life, it was just to make me feel better about showing my face in public. If every look in the mirror brings you down and makes you curse your genes, no one should tell you you’re wrong to want to change that. “Play the hand you’re dealt,” they might say. If life were fair, and everyone had equivalent problems, this might make sense. But. Shiet. Ain’t. So. You’ve got rich kids who start with every advantage and look like supermodels, poor kids with severe health problems and no hope for the future, and everyone in between. Until you’ve walked in someone else’s shoes, you have NO right to tell them what they should and should not be doing.

This can be compared with clothes, cars, jewelry, and whatever else. Different people use different things to bring their self-image up to a point where they can feel good about or even stand themselves. I don’t like it when my face looks like it should come with a side of breadsticks. Someone else might not like their face without makeup that looks like a raccoon, or when their jeans aren't big enough to fit their skateboard, or when their car doesn’t have an exhaust that can only be plugged with a watermelon. Everyone has their insecurities, and they find their own ways to fill these voids. These differences are what make the world interesting, and everyone has a natural right to try to live happily. So if it’s within your grasp, do what makes you happy. Your reasons can be your own.

Some of these recent posts have been pretty serious. I don’t want you guys to think I’m all preachy proper PC and will never crack a good mean joke again. I’ll still probably make fun of everyone and everything… you can’t take life too seriously. I’m just always thinking, evaluating, and trying to keep an open mind.


Yay, Pooky is back!
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