Oh..the Internets.

The reason why the Internet was created.

This picture is funny as hell. I swear, it really looks like a person in a panda outfit.

Can't think....anymore....

I can't take this anymore--I've been sitting here on my couch watching the olympics for the last 5 days, only getting up to eat and shit and use the computer. Since this morning, I've moved the computer to my coffee table so I don't even have to get up to use my computer anymore. The most exciting part of my day is deciding who I should root for, US or China. On one hand, I want China to do well in these olympics because they're at home and I truly fear for the safety and reputations of the Chinese athletes if they don't put up golds in every category. On the other hand, I'm American-born and want America to represent. This question has been bouncing back and forth in my head for the last 5 days. I can't take it anymore. Phantom aches are starting to surface all over my body for no reason. I'm noticing how angry I get when NBC is airing nothing but rowing for a good 3 hour stretch. Oh, and the Chinese Gymnastics Women are little alien robot people. Weird.

The Olympics are dominating my thoughts every waking hour. I've never watched my tv so intently as I have in the last fdew ays and the olympics aren't even half over yet! I don't know if I'll survive the duration of the games.

I need to somehow break this addiction. But I can't. NBC has thorougly brainwashed me into thinking Michael Phelp's quest for 8 golds is a life and death situation. My body odor has soaked into my furnture. Gross.

I feel like I ought to post in this thing more now that I'm all mobile-capable and everything. Did you know that blogger was capable of that? So I did a test blog post the other day from my phone (even though I was at home), and it got posted to this site within minutes! Pictures and everything! Very exciting stuff. Now all zero readers can see hear about me no matter where I go.

Anyway, I'm sitting here at the pasadena art center waiting to watch some sort of fashion show that diana invited julie to. She made it seem all exclusive and frou frou but it seems more like a middle school open house for the parents night. We even got suckered into donating 5 dollars each when it was clear no one else was donating squat. I'm just a sucker.

I'm not quite sure what to expect since I've never been to a fashion show, but hopefully we'll get to see some hot girls in skimpy outfits. I won't hold my breath.

Edit: julie didn't read the invitation all the way through. Its a fashion show for highschool designers. Awesome!
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I've come to realize that I have a hard time expressing myself creatively. I feel like my brain is a pot on a hot stove, bubbling from the pressure of the creativity juices, and randomly bursting out all over the kitchen counter and floor. Although this does end up releasing some of the built up creativity, its an uncontrolled mess and the creative juice that escapes just winds up on a table mop and into the trash, never to be seen or admired by anyone. Uncontrolled and unintentional. This blog.

Many gifted people can release some of this pressure in a controlled method through a number of ways - drawing, filmmaking, music, photography, etc. With them, it's as if they have one of those mulit-function water hose adaptors that have all the cool settings like jet, sprinkle, grass, spread, and my favorite, rain. They have complete control of how they can express themselves. And it comes out looking cool too. And often times, we know exactly what it's supposed to mean.

Because I am not a member of the water jose club, creativity is expressed in a different way. I do my best to package it up for people to understand, but its hard because I am not equipped with some of the tools. I tried explaining this to my girlfriend, but she just laughed. Tell me if this is weird:

Certain movies or tv shows hit a chord that resonates throughout my whole body like a perfect note played. For some reason or another, that movie or tv show, in its presentation, will capture exactly my essence at the time. Because I am unable to express my creativity through an outlet I can control, I will sometimes find an expression that someone else has made and adapt it to portray my feelings. Its as if the expression is my own. And it doesn't always have to do with the story or setting of the show, hell, the show doesn't even have to be good. It can be the attitude, the tone, or the chemistry that really hits home. When I get to experience a show like that, it honestly makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. It's as if the show understands what I feel but cannot say. To be understood on a deeper level, that's an awesome feeling.

And when this happens, it rejuvenates my mind, body, soul, and desire to work in tv/film. I want to make something that will harmonize with someone else's chord. You know, make them feel like someone understands them on a more esoteric level. I want to be the cause of that warm and fuzzy feeling. I want to be part of the water hose club and finally graduate from the boiling pot mess.

We Love Kobe.

This is what Bill "The Sports Guy" Simmons had to say about Laker fans after coming to game 5 fo the Western Conference Finals:

I will say this much: The Lakers have surprisingly good fans, better than I ever expected. They know when to cheer, they know how to affect games and they're definitely not Jumbotron Robots like four-fifths of the fan bases in the league. My theory here is simple: With almost every NBA team, the real fans have been priced out, replaced by pseudo-fans who have no idea what to do and how to act, and they don't really care, anyway. This never happened in Los Angeles because the tickets were always expensive and the fans were too rich to be priced out; hence, either the same people are coming to these games that caught Showtime in the '80s, or it's the children of those people. Regardless, it's a lively, knowledgable crowd that loves Kobe more than any other NBA city loves its signature player. I can say that with complete confidence. They love him. For years and years, they stood by him, defended him, made excuses for him and kept cheering him, and now he's nearly finished vindicating the entire rollercoaster ride of an experience for them. [link]

What more can I say?

Oh God...

I hope this blog, like all my others before it, does not degenerate to a collection of links to websites or clips that I find enjoyable. That would make this a directory.

Sigh..because my drive to entertain is not being rewarded with comments, other than a smap comment from eBay (that's a forceful suggestion people: I need affirmation), here's a clip. Can't wait to see it:



Don't even pretend like this won't challenge Ray or Walk the Line as one of the great Biopics of our day.

Let's all take a moment to reflect on what we were doing the first time we saw JCVD in Bloodsport.

We did it!

How's it going peeps? I know, I know, it's been a few weeks since I last posted on Sometimes Hairy and you guys have been desperately itching for some more valuable wisdom. Honestly, I'm shocked at how quickly this blog has caught fire and ripped across the internets. Someone from a totally reputable source told me that my last three posts averaged about 10k's worth of Diggs like a few weeks ago...sheesh that's nuts! I can't thank you fans enough for the overwhelming positive response I have been receiving for this blog, really. If I had one wish, I would wish more hours into my day to answer all your questions and respond to all your well-wishes. Since I don't, and my time is extremely valuable and limited, I'll only get to cover the most frequently asked questions posed to me and my site.

1. Can I meet you?

LOL. I'm so grateful and honestly flattered, but...hmm how do I put this. Let me use an analogy. When people email Johnny Depp, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, or Adam Brody from the O.C., do you think that between all the promoting of organic clothing lines, red carpet charity events and episodes of PUNK'D, that they have time to meet their fans? Not when they need to like, cruise around Beverly Hills in their vegan sandals. Sorry, but visitation rights ended after the first 1000 diggs.

2. What's your phone number, social security, address, or various other personal information?

I stopped giving that stuff out after an eBay Admin (username: ebayaddmln) PM'd me, promising me Power Seller status in exchange for the mentioned information and DIDN'T DELIVER.

3. How do you continue to persevere in midst of all your struggle? Where do you draw your strength and wisdom from?

I'm glad you asked that. I draw strength and wisdom from a source deep down inside, a powerful engine of motivation and knowledge. Doctors have often referred to it as the spleen.

3.a. Who do you model yourself after?

Duh, Jim Halpert.


3.b. I'm having some girl problems. If you had to choose between a really genuine, but sometimes unsure girl and an extremely confident girl who sometimes comes off too strongly, who would you choose?



4. I've just had a baby, will you come bless my child at his circumcision ceremony?

Wow. Extremely honored, but I have to decline. Like my first grade teacher Mrs. Juarez would always say, if I say yes to one circumcision ceremony, then I'll have to say yes to all of them. And that's just not right.

5. I can tell that you're pretty loose with the check book and like to let your cash fly around like feathers exploding from a pillow after you hit someone really hard, all while a powerful fan is blowing behind you. Can you tell me some of your investment strategies?

Simply put, if I posted my investment secrets on this blog, then about 1 million people would become instantly rich. This would topple the economy in a matter of days and make the Sub-prime mortgage crisis feel like the first stage in Brick Breaker. It's simple Game Theory, really. If everyone was rich, there would be no poor people and EVERYONE would be driving around in Buick's and Caddy's, subsequently eliminating the ability to show off, which is a huge part of being rich! I can't do that, for the sake of this country.

Anyway, that's all for today, this post has taken me way too long to think up and write as it is...I've probably lost thousands of dollars already from the time spent on this post.

Next post: Jury Duty!

Get rid of Stu Lantz

This season, the Los Angeles Lakers have been playing some of the best team basketball they've played since the Shaq Era. Kobe is getting his teammates involved, D-fish is contributing as a consistent third option, Kwame Brown is getting less minutes, and Andrew Bynum is finally maturing into the man-child that we all hoped he become.

As recently as last week, we had the best record in all the Western Conference.

So everything is great, right? Looks like there's no room for improvement, right? Far from it. We have a critical position on our squad that needs a serious upgrade. We need to replace Stu Lantz, the official Annoying and Worthless Backseat Coach of the Lakers. He's single-handedly bringing down our organization and preventing us from taking our game to the next level with his terrible analysis and color commentary. Let's take a look at what he brings to the table:

-Tries to coach the Lakers from the announcers booth, but without ACTUAL direct lines of communication to the players or coaching staff.
-Becomes defensive and jealous when Joel Myers begins cutting into his blabbing time.
-Is still around only because he's our last tie to Chick Hearn.
-tries to be witty by constantly blurting out the worst original catch phrases known to man and also invoking Captain Obvious from time to time, "This is O-V-E-R...OVER!", "Not only did Luke read that ball, but he moved to where it would be"
-Everybody is fuckin' "Big Fella!" Big Fella with the jam! Big Fella with the jumper! Big Fella with the smooth triple! Big Fella coming off the bench to replace Big Fella on the floor. Fuck Stu, use some discretion with the nicknames!

All that aside, the worst thing about Stu Lantz is that he talks with the attitude as if he's the Supreme Authority on Basketball Analysis. Someone get Jack Haley down there! For some reason, the producers of LTV think that Stu is going to sum up the game better than Norm and Bill up in the booth. Your two minutes of garbage is cutting into interview times with the important people.



Get rid of Stu Lantz.

Comment on Blog Maverick

I like reading Mark Cuban's Blog, Blog Maverick. When I read it, I almost always forget that the person writing the blog is a multi-billionaire NBA Owner and Television Entrepreneur. He goes back and forth between preaching motivational sermons and writing about personal things happening in his life--ie. what new Apple product he recently purchased. It allows a dude like me to absorb his sermons since I can identify with a fellow gadget-loving sports nut.

I was reading his blog today and one of his entries really caught my attention. He was saying how the only thing anybody can ever truly control is Effort. Wow, that's seems plainly obvious right? The simplest things always seem to have the most impact. He also dropped another awesomely poignant conclusion: Effort is not measured by the number of hours you spend at the desk being busy.

"Effort is measured by setting goals and getting results."

I guess my level of effort is at an all time low since I don't have any goals to meet. Hmmm...scratch that, I do have a goal of Bringing It for 90 days P90x-style. I really should add some more goals to that list. One hour of p90 a day doesn't say much. Let's up the ante.

Here is a list of things I want to accomplish for the next 90 days.

-P90x: I gotta do this one cuz I don't want to be the one guy who bitched out.
-Rosetta Stone: Do 5 lessons a week. I really want to bolster my Chinese before China executes its plan for world domination
-Check Craigslist, Mandy, and Reality Staff Everyday for potential work.
-Register for that Film editing class and take it seriously. SERIOUSLY...unless I get a full time job.
-Finish reading that Peter Lynch book and throw my money in a fund
-Continue bothering Aeschylus about that sound job in Canada
-Get a business Card done so that I can give one to Webrides TV and hopefully get more work from that goldmine

Oh god, how did this blog entry slowly digress to a "self-motivating list blog entry."

Well now that I've written it, I better BRING IT! X-like of course.

Kevin

P90X - initiation

I've just started a new exercise program called P90X with instructor Tony Horton, an over-the-top energetic trainer who looks like a mix of John Basedow and Mr. Smith from the Matrix Series (although it might be Mr. Smith, who knows if a carefully chiseled body hides underneath that black suit). I'll admit, it's a pretty intense work out and I'll be happy if I make it to week two.

This is actually the first time I've done an all out exercise DVD, and the reason I am giving it a shot is because of the dramatic and amazing transformation of some people I know under it. I'd post up the pictures, but that might be weird. I also didn't have to pay for any of it, always a plus.

Since time is something I have too much of, I predict that the hardest thing about this program will be to follow the nutritional guidelines, or in my mind, suggestions. It's going to be difficult to cut down on the Pho, JJ's, and Latte's for the next 90 days. If you see me, don't let me eat that shit. Only Turkey Sandwich at JJs and Spring Rolls at Pho 79.

Right now I am on Day 2 of the 90 day program. I'll check in with you guys along the way.

Chung Lee