Street Fighter 2 vs. Jersey Shore

I'm fist pumpin' while watching this.

MURRY KRIMMUH

Notable Lyrics Vol. Gucci Mane

"...You got me really deally really jilly jilly,
'cause I'm really icy Gucci Mane la Flare,
I'm feisty,
and I know that you don't like me."
- Radric Davis, aka Gucci Mane - Money Tall

This dude is becoming one of my favorite rappers just because he talks straight up nonsense -- you can really tell he just stay in the booth with no lyrics, maybe a fifth of Hennessy and some green instead. Really jilly jilly.

Want more? This is the first verse with some more notable lyrics.

Practice make perfect, I'm Mr. Perfect,
no practice no pen, no pad, or no marker,
I'm sharper than your apartment,
my money tall as a house, mansion tall as a building,
my money tall as the ceiling, my money tall as the ceiling,
she got me really deally deally jilly jilly,
'cause I'm really icy Gucci Mane la Flare,
I'm feisty, and I know that you don't like me,
Nikes cost me 160, Air Max,
so you know I'm shillin really philly jilly,
'cause my ice is cold and frost and fridget fridget fridget midget in my bracelets,
I got gator lizard gator lizard linen clothes keep me fucking plenty bitches,
plenty bitches rockin' cause I got that money in my denims,
denims be full of money green and I'm smoking,
kushy bubble kushy iran kushy larry kushy stupid kush
Gucci Mane la Flare, this kush cost ten time more that your pocket book,
dummy money dummy brick dummy n*gga,
dummy shit dumb and dummer dumb and dummer dummy bitch you dummy bitch,
drop the top because its sunny, throwin' money on a Sunday,
throwin money to the junkies like its funny,
got that money Chevy done,
I don done it motor running, drop a hundred, drop a hundred,
on a chevy just to have my motor running.

Think I'm lying? Listen for yourself.

Jesus...

This is inappropriate for children -- just letting you know. But hey it's my blog so suck it.... Don't say I didn't warn you though.


... Wow -- what is this feeling? IGAB?

Dat Tailfeather..

What separates female animals from other female animals?

I mean, homosapien women have many ways to distinguish from each other -- boobs, ass, face, legs, feet (lol). What do girl animals have? I don't know about you guys, but all animals look the same to me.

You show me two birds, one female and one male, then ask me to tell you which one is which?

Show me a naked women and a naked male... I'd like to trust myself that I would know which one has a wii wii and which one has a toy toy. Then I might say "IGAB" (only looking at the female picture) *pause*

Can anybody tell me? Like what would make a male parrot act out like this...

Like is it that thick tailfeather that gets them goin'? Is it those nice talons? How about a nice beak?

I don't even know.

Notable Lyrics Vol. 1

"... I need a fr-fr-fr-freak,
I mean a tramp, ma,
And my dick? You can lick like a stamp uhhh,
And your back? You can arch like a ramp ma,
Get a helmet - you about to get rammed hard.."
- Cam'Ron - Curve

Arthur Sets Goals

Let's get a little serious.

Being completely honest with myself, I appreciate what I am. I feel blessed to have what I have. I feel blessed to have whatever talents I have. I feel blessed to have the opportunities that have presented themselves to me, and what I have done to fulfill those opportunities to the best of my ability. There's regrets, but that is natural.

But I'm not completely satisfied.

I feel that there's even more potential within me, that there is more to me that what I have at the present. I want to harness and cultivate this.

This being said, I want to set some goals.

- Be 185 pounds by April 2010. Right now I'm at 205. It's weird because I don't really look that pudgy -- I'd like to think I'm just dense with hard steel. I will be documenting this on my newly created blog, 185 and Nerdy
- Cultivate my artistic talent by creating/drawing something once a week.
- Expunge bad/weak habits and replace them by good ones.
- Dunk a basketball. Really.

I think these goals are pretty realistic. I will try my hoardest to accomplish these goals, and maybe possibly exceed them. Screw it, I'm going to do all these goals. BELIE DAT. If I don't, I will let each and every one of my readers personally do this to me...

...females preferred and not a punch, but more of a sensual patting please. ;]

Beautiful

Woke up bleary eyed yesterday at 5:30 AM.

Stood outside for 5+ hours, came about 5 minutes away from losing a couple toes.

But it was worth it...

...beautiful. To watch something that you have worked on for a long time, succeed? That has to be one of the best feelings. I mean, I have only been working on this plane as an intern for two summers and as a full-time employee for a few months -- a minuscule amount of time compared to some -- but I feel deeply involved with this plane.

It's like watching your baby walk. Or some shit like that.

Only one way but up!

Tomorrow..

Big day tomorrow.

It's work related and I don't know if I can talk about it. It's pretty monumental for me -- I don't even know why though, I've only been with the company for a few months (not counting my three summer internships). I guess it's just seeing all the work pay off.

Thing that sucks though is I have to wake up super early.

I'm ready for takeoff...!

Buy Me Something!

I've been a good boy so please buy me something!

2009 XMAS/KWANZAA/HANUKKAH LIST

- Heavy Bag with stand so I can practice beating people up.
- One of those IPOD Car player things so I can listen to my extensive Lady Gaga and Cam'ron collection while I drive to work.
- A GPS for my car so I hate driving in Seattle less.
- DJ Hero... maybe.
- Oil Pastels so I can make cute pictures of Pokemon
- Books so I can look smart -- maybe books with a art type twist like fashion and look books.

I'm really not sure on any of these gifts -- these are more of nice things for me to have.. but cutting out all that mushy mushy stuff, all I want really is my family and friends.

But hey, buying me stuff doesn't hurt! If you don't...

Really though, I just made this list so I have an idea of what to buy myself if Santa doesn't come hahaha

Arthur's Office: Make some damn coffee

One of the things that annoys me the most at work is when people leave the pots of drip coffee empty. What is this boolshiet? How you gonna kill all the joe and not make some mo'? Shit's annoying.

It's amazing too because the machine's at work make coffee HELLA fast. It's not drip coffee, it's like pee coffee -- it comes out like a steady stream *pause*.

To make things worse, the coffee machine on my floor doesn't exist. So I gotta walk like to the stairs, walk down to the floor below, hook a right out of the door and get to the communal kitchen -- this takes about 5-10 minutes. When I see that they are all empty...

GTFOH with that. I make the coffee and have to wait. This has gotten so bad lately that I migrated over to making green tea...

...but tell me why lately people have been leaving the hot water pot empty too?! The faucet is like 2 millimeters away from the machine and you can't put water in the pot? Really?

Damnit.

Eat Kobe('s) Beef

Pause.

Saturday night was Diannie and Chantha's engagement dinner at Palisades restaurant in Seattle. I went with Muriel. I have no idea how people find that place, shit's all confusing. But I don't like driving in Seattle period so...

Very nice venue -- I remember I took a prom date there one year in high school. I didn't get any that night. But whatever, I was/is a pretty big nerd and I was prone to making mistakes with the opposite sex. I'm not too shabby now but let's not get into that. ;]

Whilst taking periodic drags of my white zin (am I kewl yet?), my eyes glanced over the menu. One item in particular -- Wagyu steak with some other stuff I don't really care about.

Wagyu steak is pretty much Kobe steak from Japan.

Kobe steak is made from cows who get to drink beer with their food to make them 'happy' -- I just call it getting shitfaced. They also get 'massaged' like everyday -- I just call it sexytime. The theory is that happier cows taste better. Go figure.

I had to order it.

Thing came out with super fancy plating like it was straight off Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto's menu. Meat was firm on the outside, but super soft on the inside. *pause*

As I demolished the whole thing, I couldn't help by think to myself, 'So this is what 65 dollars tastes like...'

But anyway, great dinner you guys and congrats! Thanks for having me.

Netbooks are awesome...

... because I can blog while I adhere to the call of nature! *poot*

This shit is tight! No pun intended.

Biz Stay Gettin' Cake

Oh snap!

Leg & Booty Work... Really?

Really?

This shit is entertaining as hell -- dude straight up sounds like Diddy.. "Try not to lean back, just your leg, just move your leg, push it back... take that, take that, take that. Push it hard and let it come back in slow." (That's what she said?)

Really? Hahaha

Dude borderline sounds like he has his ding-a-ling in his hand, pause. Look at this comment though..

lefou33 (8 months ago)
nice ! she look massive and powerful. Do you know her weight,height and measurement ?
Ciao

How you gonna tell her she looks 'massive and powerful' and ask for her weight, height, and measurement?

This ain't try outs for World's Strongest Woman my dude... she ain't no Magnus Samuelsson.

Take that, take that, take that.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving ya'll.

I'm thankful for family, friends, everything and everybody who has affected my life both positively and negatively. If it wasn't for ya'll, I wouldn't be who I am today.

I'm also thankful for being a bo$$.

But seriously, thanks to you guys too for even going on this website of mine -- I really do try and make it an extension of me.. *pause*.

My cousin brought a funny thing up though -- we all say what we are thankful for on Thanksgiving, then everybody goes out the next day and buys all this new shit that you didn't have on Thanksgiving.

I'm guilty though -- I just bought myself a netbook..

Ron Artest Keeps it Gully

Dude's a G for real. Also an asshole. How you gon' throw dude's shoe in the stands then shoot a 3 pointer next possession down when Ariza is still tryna make the bunny loops with his shoelaces?

It's funny too because Ariza was in the series of trades that left the Lakers with Artest...

The Best Music Video...

... recently has to be Shakira - She Wolf.

First and foremost, it is about wolves. It should go without saying that anything involving wolves makes it an instant classic and/or bosslike. Period.

Second reason, Shakira.

Shakira - She Wolf HQ
Uploaded by Dany_94. - Explore more music videos.

I don't have to say much about that except...

I mean, does the thumbnail say enough? That is most definitely a preview, if I ever saw one. It was like I was watching borderline softcore pornography -- I had to look over my shoulder to see if my mama was watching but she was sleeping so I hit that resume boyyy... (am i kewl yet?)

When it first cut to the cage part where shes like stretching... IGAB -- she is a dancer alright. But tell me why she can't do the robot AT ALL (around 30 seconds in)... straight up looked like she was about to pop her shoulder out. Damn I'm not mad at her though because of the following scene...

Usually I watch these types of music videos on mute, but this song is fiiiiiilthyyy!

Best part is that she actually howls in the chorus -- AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

..IGAB.

Happy Veteran's Day

Let's give thanks to all who has served and currently serving our country. Thank you for what you have all done for our nation. For those away, come home safe.

I don't have any immediate family serving, but I do have some friends. Let me share a video...

This almost (read: ALMOST) brought me to tears -- I'm too G for that.... maybe. But man, I can't imagine how hard it is for families with members abroad.

Happy Veteran's Day.

Arthur Knowledge -- Traffic

Screw traffic. Shit sucks.

With the Seattle rain pouring down practically everyday, you know damn well traffic is more common.

Ever caught yourself in some traffic, chug along at like 5 mph, yell expletives at any and everything, then suddenly it's all better?

It's like... 'Hey watch it dumbass-beeyotch-mutha-... oh shit that's wsup!"

Well, Arthur is here to demystify and enlighten the masses. Behold, a picture! Click to enlarge.

So that person that stepped on his brakes just a little bit to either accommodate somebody merging, somebody rubberneckin' and checking out an accident (I HATE this), or just somebody tryna halla at a female...

...it's your fault and you deserved to get put in eight (8) super headlocks!

Just wanted to let ya'll know, because I saw this picture a while ago and was reminded of it today when it took me 1.5 hours to get home from work. It usually takes me 20-30 minutes.

Traffic sucks.

I'm the best breakdancer EVER

Too filthy!!!!!!!!!!!

Mario Lopez/Jabbawockees/SuperKrew/So Real Cru/Kaba Mordern get at me dog *pause*, I'm the best dance crew just by myself son. BELIE DAT PLAI BOI!

Orange + Yellow = Damnit

Those little Starburst two-packs that come around Halloween time is some of the best candy to get.

But only sometimes.

You about to open one and get all excited like 'oooh which one am I going to get!? I sure hope it's Pink and Red!...'

...then you open it and get Orange and Yellow flavor.

Damnit.

2 pumps...

I was looking through my YouTube favorites... and found this video that I favorited a while back.

And for good reason. Check this out -- her name is Andressa Soares.


How you gonna be half woman, half horse? How you gonna do that booty dance after a set of squats at the gym? I like how it panned around and you see all those kids. How you gonna dance in front of those kids? Shoot, you know they just gonna run home and massage their little smokie *pause* I like how the dad's ain't care too -- they're like "Don't look, son" but not even doing shit.

The song too -- broooooooow, brooooooow, brow, brow, brow brow. Better than Black Eyed Peas that's for sure.

Just give me two pumps... brooow broooow.

Activia Does It.

Activia just doesn't work for women. It definitely works for men, too.

I just tested it today at work.

Some background: Activia is yogurt that helps women shit. Straight up.

Notice that arrow that's in the logo? That's supposed to mean you go doo doo after you eat this. The bifudis regularis in it makes your bowel move at super speeds. Well, something like that.

Excerpt from a website:

Fact: 87% of Americans have digestive issues such as occasional irregularity.**

What You Can Do
There are a number of ways to help your digestive system and help improve intestinal transit. Among these are:

• Drinking plenty of water and getting adequate exercise
• Eating probiotic foods like ACTIVIA®
• Eating a balanced diet

Two weeks of eating ACTIVIA® every day, blah blah blah poo poo poo poo.. you get the idea.

Naturally, I'm questionable.

Today, I took a deuce at work around 9:30AM -- nice and early. Then I'm like... man I want to eat my yogurt. Turns out Activia is all my mom buys -- she's into the healthy stuff. 10AM, Activia is in Arthur's tummy. 10:10AM, Arthur is on the toilet. Again.

Wow. Activia does it.

You think that's amazing? Before my work basketball game, I took another one! This is around 4:40. Three times today. Yes, I am the boss of bowels! I felt like a million bucks, walked outta the restroom like this...

Take that, take that, take that... uh uh uh uh.

Activia is no joke. Time for another one.

Wolfpack -- WE ON!

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wolf shirts and sweaters, makes the girls get... syke.

Props to Mark B. for the picture.

One of the Best Songs Ever

Foo Fighters - Everlong
by todoblanco

Bet you didn't know Arthur likes this kinda music too. I mean, baby making music, elevator music, shoot-your-block-up-then-engage-in-coital-acts-with-your-mother music has there place... but this stuff I'll always listen to.

I played guitar for about 5-6 years. I haven't had the time to whip it out lately *pause*... but man, this brings it back.

The Best of Puff Daddy

Saw this show on MTV last night after America's Best Dance Crew -- Puff Daddy's Starmaker.

C'mon dawg.

When was the last time Puffy has created a hit group, that has lasted more than 2 years? Where's Mase at? Where's Loon at? Where's Dream at? Where's 112 at? Where's Faith Evans at? Where's Mario Winans at? Where's Danity Kane at?

I mean, I respect Puffy's business acumen, but damn, that's a lot of people. I'm sure I'm missing a lot more.

Let's look to the positive side. Let's remember the best things that Puff Daddy did -- Jodeci and Notorious BIG. There was an era where Puff had it straight up locked down. I bet so many babies got made to 'Come and Talk to Me', especially the remix. Man I remember back in the 6th grade and every kid was singing 'Mo Money, Mo Problems'. I swear, if you didn't know the lyrics, you got NO play.

I didn't know the lyrics. Oh well.

But let's look back, to a classic...

Instead of doing stuff like this, Puff's trying to do this TV thing -- not a good look. Puffy actually had some lyricism back then...

"We spend cheese, in the West Indies,
then come home, to plenty cream Bentleys,
you name it, I could claim it,
Young, black, and famous, with money hangin' out the anus"
*pause*

If you disagree with me and think otherwise, and that you actually enjoy his shows...

Worst Bet Ever.

Watched the Mayweather/Marquez fight at my dude Dex's house. Thanks for having me, doggie.

It was a great fight. At least what I remembered of it. Reason why I couldn't remember? Who else but my great friend tequila!

I had my heart set on Marquez winning. So much that I bet my soberness on it -- every round that Marquez lost, I drank a shot. Every time Marquez got knocked down, I drank a shot.

The results? Marquez lost every round. Marquez also got knocked down in the 2nd round.

Damnit.

Think about it, a round is 3 minutes. So effectively I drank 13 shots in 36 minutes. Goodbye sober Arthur, hello drunk Arthur! As Marquez was getting his ass beat, Arthur was also getting his ass beat -- Marquez was taking jabs and left hooks in the face, Arthur was taking tequila shots to the face.

The tequila was appropriately called 'Two Fingers', two fingers that got PIMB *pause*. Ended up getting real sick -- I ruined my hoody too.

Worst bet ever.

People crack me up..

I've always been fascinated by interpersonal communication. Just the way people interact with each other and react in certain situations -- I find it interesting.

You may be thinking,

'Arthur you're just using that as an excuse to check out girls!'

No way. Why you think of such a thing? I would never do that.

Maybe.

But seriously, it piques my interest. And it cracks me up sometimes too...

An example -- have you ever payed close attention to how quick a person's smile fades after any type of interaction? It could be anything, a joke, a fleeting greeting, somebody farted... anything.

It seems like they are genuinely smiling, then they walk away and boom -- instant stone face.

I've noticed this everywhere, especially at work when people say 'Hi' to each other like on the way to the printer or something (close to wear I sit). Like this...

So into it, so geniune... then . It's like dude transformed into Morpheus...

I'ma go run in the rain now... take it easy!

Kanye West Wins

I'm sure most of you have saw what Mr. West did on the MTV VMA's the other day.

Yeah, yeah...Kanye West is an asshole, prick, etc.

Fact of the matter is, he's still winning. Why?

Gripping a fifth of Hennessy in one hand, and Amber Rose's sweetcakes in the other. That's a W.

Kanye West can be a d-bag sometimes -- well, most of the time. But you have to admit, he has worked hard to get to where he is at right now. He's still one of my favorite artists as I feel that he has ushered in an era of quality music in this day and age.

Kanye West put it best...

'Only thing I wanna know is what I get looked over,
I guess I'll understand when I get more older,
Big Brother saw me at the bottom of the totem,
Now I'm on top and everybody on the scrotum.'
-Kanye West, Big Brother

He stays teetering the line between musical genius and down right asshole, but you gotta hand it to him -- Mr. West is here to stay.

Tonight's Going to be a Good Night!

No. It's not.

This song is hot basura with spoiled mayo on top.

I mean, how long did it take to write this song? Two minutes? I hum better songs while I'm relieving myself at work. I can picture it now...

Will.i.am: 'Hey guys, let's write a song.'

Apl.de.ap, Taboo, Fergie, in unison: 'Okay.'

Will.i.am: 'Alright. 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3 ...!'

Apl.de.ap, Taboo, Fergie, in unison: 'Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night!'

Will.i.am: 'WOW! That's what's up! We gotta switch it up a little bit though...'

Apl.de.ap, Taboo, Fergie, in unison: 'Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good night! Tonight's going to be a good GOOD night!'

Will.i.am: 'YES!'

Only builds upon my fear that music will never be the same. I hate to play the elitist, but it's true.

Maybe it's because the Black Eyed Peas USED to be good, then they succumbed to commercialization in search of paying dividends.

Compare that to 'I Gotta Feeling'. You joking me?

I gotta feeling, that I'm going to go doo doo.

You're kidding me.... right?

Astounding article that I just read...

http://www.switched.com/2009/09/08/endangered-pre-teens-update-facebook-status-instead-of-dialing-9/

If you were trapped or lost in a storm drain, but still had cell phone reception, how would you reach out for help? Perhaps call 911, or its equivalent? We're sure you wouldn't rely on updating your Facebook status.

But that's exactly what a pair of girls in Adelaide, Australia did when they wandered into just such a drain Sunday. The 10- and 12-year-old girls used their cell phones to update their statuses on the social networking site in order to let friends know they were lost under the streets of their suburban neighborhood. The Metropolitan Fire Service (MFS) rescued the girls, but only after their friends had called 000, the Australian equivalent of 911.

The MFS was concerned about the girls' communicating via Facebook rather than calling emergency responders directly, but it is quite possible the girls felt as if they were in no immediate danger. Glenn Benham, one of the involved firefighters, told the Daily Mail, "We could have come to their rescue much faster than relying on someone else being online, then replying to them, then calling us. It is a worrying development." He continued, "Young people should realize it's better to contact us directly. Luckily they are safe and well. It's awful to think what could have happened because of the delay."

On first thought, for someone in a potentially perilous situation, local authorities seem like the first group to call. But, as no cell phone's battery life is as long as we'd like, a Facebook update or tweet would would better conserve your phone's precious energy. As one Atlanta, Georgia city councilman showed, sometimes the Internet is faster than a phone. Similarly, Web-based updates are quick and quiet, perfect for a potentially violent situation like a home invasion. Expect to see more 911-esque alert messages popping up on Facebook, Twitter, and other social networks in the future. [From: ABCNews and Daily Mail via Mashable]

Wat.

'I'm stuck in a dark sewer filled with poo water. What should I do? I know! I'll Tweet!'


Please let this be a joke.

This is common at work...

No joke.

Do not go into the men's bathroom after lunch. It is straight down to business in there. Dudes enter, make a bee-line straight to the available stall, close the door, drop trow, and drop bombs -- no joke.

Refer to my previous post about the Art of Taking a Deuce at Work.

I'll admit it, I've hunkered down in the trenches and engaged in my own Call of Duty: Modern Warfare... and I've come out alive and is now a decorated veteran -- I'm Prestige level 10, ya'll just privates *pause*.

You've been educated! Take it easy ya'll!

Yoga?

Many of my female friends have done yoga.

I have always wondered about what makes yoga so great -- it's just stretching. Maybe I'm biased because I'm not very limber, maybe I'm biased because I'd probably fart mid stretch, who knows. Whatever.

But now I know the reason why girls like to do yoga...

This HAS to be the reason. I know it.

This also confirms that I will not be doing yoga anytime soon. Maybe as an instructor...?

Syke, I'm playin'. Maybe.

WTF CAPTCHA?

Pretty sure even though you all may not know what a CAPTCHA is, you know what a CAPTCHA is.

Doesn't make sense? Let me explain.

A captcha are those weird words the internet asks you to type in to verify that it is actually a human using the computer, and not some robot. You know, those funky pictures that are all swirly and ask you to type some letters in... popular examples is if your signing up for something, buying something off the internet, watching adult videos. You know, common stuff.

They look like this...

Now that you know what they are... look at the captcha I got the other day on Facebook.

How are you going to make me type a calculus problem as a captcha? How are you going to make me use a TI-89 Titanium graphing calculator to post something on my Facebook? Am I going to need a number 2 pencil and paper to do this?

Seriously though, how do expect me to do that fraction? Of course if I wanted to take the time to try and figure this out, I would have got it easy. But, c'mon... just to post on my Facebook? Really?

Twitter?

I've constantly debated with myself if I should get a Twitter account.

Multiple people have told me that I should, and that they would follow me. The question that I pose to you is, why?

Why would you want to follow Arthur?

I am just an undercover nerd that spends his free time reading articles on the internet, reading rad fantasy novels, playing Street Fighter 4 for hours on end, watching YouTube videos of professional video gamers.

I mean, I do normal stuff too. I have hobbies that I'm good at! I swear. Really.

I just never really got the point of Twitter -- I can envision my updates now...

"Alright guys, just saw a cute girl at work eating a popsicle. IGAB." 20 minutes ago

"I'm thirsty but I can't stand up to goto the water fountain because IGAB" 10 minutes ago

"Finally got some water." 5 minutes ago

"This water is really good." 4 minutes ago

"I finished my water." 3 minutes ago

"Started working again but I have to get up and pee. BRB" 1 minute ago

Whatever. I'll think about it.

P.S. If you don't know what IGAB means, just think... hard. *pause*

Pavement?

I just got home from my friends house -- a trip that usually takes me 15 minutes. You know how long it took me to get home this time?

Three hours.

Tres, san, tri, trois, tre, drie... THREE.

You know what I could have done in those three hours? Let's make a list...

-Drive back to my old college, pack up the stuff I left at my apartment, and drive back home. It takes me about an hour and 20 minutes one way.
-Count to like a million really fast or something
-Could have watched The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers in its entirety
-Drive to Portland, Oregon from my house.

Yes, Oregon. I live in Washington.

The reason for having this incredibly awesome, soul sucking, life dwindling traffic? They are widening the highway next to Bellevue. Basically putting pavement down and running it over and over with steamrollers.

Pavement. Really?

I'm exhausted.

Introducing the Shake Weight

Ummm...

Slow and steady wins the race...

I am the slowest walker in the world.

A newborn baby fresh from the womb could walk faster than me. But wait Arthur, newborn babies can't walk!

Exactly.

I figured this out while walking to work. You see, my worksite is so big that if you are only 5 minutes past 7:30AM... there is limited parking left.

This means your ass is walking a marathon.

Not literally 26+ miles, but seriously it's about a mile from my car to my desk at work. I arrive at my desk with sweat beads pouring from my forehead.

Did I mention I walk excruciatingly slow also?

Those DSL turtles on TV would be proud -- it takes me about 20 minutes to complete the trek. I get passed by EVERYBODY. Initially I thought maybe it was that they were taller so they covered more ground, then this small Asian lady zooms past me. Go figure. They make this interminable death march for me seem like a short 30 feet jaunt at the pace they are going.

It's okay though -- slow and steady wins the race. Why? Because at the end of the day when I walk to my lonely minivan, guess what I get to do...

...and guess who smells it? All those rabbits passing me up.

Spicy!

Bobble Bobble Addendum

From left to right:
The Dream, Lee from Rush Hour, Codeine, Bobby V., Benson, Alaska, Carter from Rush Hour/Trevor Ariza, and Livesoft aka. I-90 runner...Miss Chinese Seattle is hiding in there too.

We ended up gettin' hooked up with 2 dollar beers... dunzo?

Bobble Bobble

Gree-Fee bobblehead night.

Pretty exciting -- at least the 7th inning. I fell asleep from the 3rd until the 6th. I blame the pacing of baseball.

It might have also been the beers I drank.

I know I said I would stop, but it was a special occasion, c'mon now. This is my first bobble head *pause*. Plus we won the game so chupalo mi heuvos!

Tell me why the bobble head itself looks like a generic black dude though...? Oh well.

Happy Birthday Kenny, you drunk ass, Belvedere pissin', Chinese restaurant owning, Jackie Chan, Lee from Rush Hour 1, 2 and 3, looking ass boy!

Why do I drink alcohol?

Woke up this morning a tad hungover.

I hate feeling hungover.

As I was sitting there seeping out the countless amounts of Tanqueray and orange juice I drank from last night through all my pores due to the damn heat, I asked myself 'Why do I drink alcohol?'

Damn.


This was a valid question. I sat perplexed for an hour thinking to myself while an early broadcast of the 'Bumpits' informercial droned on in the background.

Wanting to get to the bottom of this, I brainstormed a list in my head as I drove home from Seattle in my minivan. Let's point out the PROS and CONS...

CONS
- impedes my goal of losing weight/gaining muscle. (I'm super buff -- trust me)
- potentially can be a super asshole and hurt people's feelings. (sometimes)
- potentially can do stupid shit and/or things I'll regret later. (beer goggles are dangerous)
- potentially can black out, get spins, urinate off the balcony of my house, proceed to throw up on my clothes, then lay down on said balcony and go to sleep. (never happened)

PROS
- I'm drunk.
- lose 5+ pounds due to the inevitable, monstrous, yet relieving, poo poo the morning after. (too much information for you? You read it anyway, neener neener)

From my awesome list, it is clearly visible that the CONS have outweighed the PROS. Due to this surprising result, I will ween myself from drinking alcohol and only reserve consumption of sweet ambrosia for the occasional need to ... as some would say, 'to get crunk'.

For now. ;]

Janet Jackson

...*sigh*

I swear every damn time I watch this video I get completely smitten -- I'm not talking about the anonymous shirtless male models (c'mon now), I'm talking about Ms. Janet Jackson.

If you took Janet Jackson in this video and lined her up with today's R&B superstars, I would still pick Janet. Hands down. Keri Hilson is coo, but c'mon... better than Janet? It's not even Janet's body that does it for me. It's the smile -- freaking hypnotizing me.

I'll be sitting in my cubicle at work busily hacking away at a project while listening to Pandora and this song will come up. Guess what Arthur does? Does he stay engaged on his work? Haiiillll no! I drop everything and start dancing in the middle of my cube. No joke..

..not too long though because I don't wanna get in trouble. *snort* *snort* *chortle*

But ya'll get the point.

Time to make some planes!

First day of work is tomorrow!

I'm a Product Data Management Engineer - Level 1. It's about to be level 99 soon though, word to Final Fantasy.

I'm excited yet a little apprehensive. This is a significant step of my life. This is the real start of my career. This is Arthur starting big boy life. Just seems like yesterday when I was running around my parent's house, sharpie in hand, and writing all over the walls. It's crazy. Now I gotta goto bed at 10PM every night and wake up early in the morn. Damn...

Let me get serious for a bit.

I'd like to thank God for blessing me with this opportunity to work and provide for my family and myself. I am lucky to have a job in such a volatile job market. I'm definitely counting my blessings and will never forget where I'm from, anybody who have supported me, anybody who have loved me. I'm grateful. Love ya'll.

Arthur flying out!

I survived..

..freakin' Vegas.

Why was I in Vegas? Because I have cojones the size of softballs. It was also my friend Jordan's cousin, JD's bachelor party. That sounds kind of confusing but I think you guys are smart enough to figure it out. JD I wish you the best, man.

I'm not going to get into details of the trip though. Neener neener neenerrrr.

All nine of us went out every night, had table service every night, had bottle service every night, was a boss every night. We definitely turned our swag on, took a look in the mirror, and said 'what's up'.

We ended up killing 12 fifths of alcohol, 8 of which were popped in the club. I was a little bit drunk.

Freakin' Vegas.

Final Fantasy: Distant Worlds

Guess who's going to the Final Fantasy orchestrated concert?

I'm super excited for this -- I've been an avid fan of Final Fantasy since elementary school. I've played through many of the games, I've dedicated countless hours to each game, I've traveled to many virtual distant lands from Narshe, Zanarkand, Midgar, to Fisherman's Horizon.

Now, thanks to Muriel, I can now experience the music I have been listening to all this time... only to be played by the renowned Seattle Symphony at Benaroya Hall.


I'm going to cry. I know it.

I'm not even lying either. Call me a bitch, wussy, whatever (actually don't, or I'll beat your ass!!)... but this music moves me so much -- it invokes so much emotion personally. An amalgam of vibrant memories if you will.

I REALLY hope they play this song -- this is my personal favorite.

I get shivers EVERY DAMN TIME I listen to this song. Right when the flute/oboe/clarinet/whatever it is comes in... then when it rises up and everybody plays in perfect unison. WOW goosebumps for real.

And this is just how I feel off a damn YouTube video.

I need to get my box of tissues ready.

Ip Man

Best movie I've seen in a long time.

The picture is a semi-autobiography of the late Ip Man, grandmaster of Wing Chun. Wing Chun is a Chinese martial art that focuses on close combat and Chi Sao, sticking hands. Wing Chun is practiced by over 2 million people world wide. Ip Man himself was the first mentor/master of the late Kung Fu superstar and my personal idol, Bruce Lee.

The movie itself captures Ip Man's life in the 1930's and the adversities he faced amidst the Second Sino-Japanese War.

Ip Man is not your typical martial arts movie -- it's a story of hardship, family, and pride. Watching the movie, I was taken on a rollercoaster ride of emotions -- there were moments that made my heart very heavy, there were moments where I'd find my foot tapping the ground repeatedly while my heart was beating at an insanely fast rate. There is this part in the movie where he takes on 10 Japanese martial artists... WOW! You have to see it. I don't want to spoil it but its on YouTube.

On myself talking so highly of Ip Man, this is something to take note of, because usually I'm pretty jaded when it comes to watching movies -- usually I can find something about the movie that bothers me and can talk shit about.

This is not the case in this post.

Ip Man is definitely the best movie I've seen in a while. The art direction was insane, the cinematography was very powerful, I was on the edge of my seat. It has won numerous awards in Asia, including 2008 Best Picture and Best Action Choreography.

You might say 'Arthur, what about Transformers 2? That shit was THE BEST! Optimus Prime 4 LYFE! Megan Fox made me jizz my pants brosef!'