Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Le sigh.

You know what makes me sad? Batman is my favorite comic book character OF ALL TIME (no Kanye) and I love Christopher Nolan, and I love the Knightfall story arc...and yet the latest trailer is just so MEH. I saw it a few weeks ago and I was really disappointed.

However, this makes me feel SO much better. (Is that possibly because my latest movie boyfriend is in it? Hmm. Could be. Is it also because Scarlett Johannsen looks so good I just want to bite her? Probably. Did I emit a little girly scream during this trailer? Yes.)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Continuing Adventures of Dioracat

Whenever I'm out and about, I often see shit that I take pictures of, intending to post them here. It's usually shit that makes me laugh, or, like one case here, that makes me facepalm.

Oh yeah, Cock and Bull ginger beer. It could only be better if it were called Cock and Balls, but I suppose they didn't call it that for a reason. 

So, I actually saw this happen. This is really a true story. I was at the welfare office for a meeting with my members. (My members being the people that work there.) I saw a girl speed down the street, pull into the parking spot like this, park, get out, look at the curb, shrug, and go into the office. I just stood there with my mouth open in disbelief. There were so many stereotypes happening at once I didn't even know what to do.

I wonder if his friends call him Jimmy.

Yes, yes, I do so love a dick joke. I can't believe they actually MAKE this still. What recipe calls for spotted dick? Seriously.

Another reason I love the gays - you would never see shit like this on a marquee for a strip club with women  dancers. Yes, I know why that is, but I'm really trying not to think about the reasons why and just enjoy the humor, okay?

Tell me this is not the most amazing shit you've ever seen. I thought I heard a choir singing and angels flying out of it when I opened it. And of course, this box is empty.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


...No, I'm not bitter 'cause manz didn't buy me anything. Let me explain.

People generally call today V Day. You know why? V stands for vagina. Both for what controls this day, and what most men and lesbians hope to get at the end of the day. (And if you're really lucky, as in you spent a lot of money at Tiffany's, other shit too.)

Here's what I've come to realize about Valentine's Day. That shit is LAME. It's a made up holiday that's all about pressure, and mostly on men. This is a day where women usually are the ones that come out ahead, and men are the ones that usually get screwed, and usually not in a way you'd like. Why do you have to save up money right after Christmas so 6 weeks later you can buy her another gift? And why does it have to be better than the last one?

Sure, at first, manz bought me shit on Valentine's Day, and I also got him presents. He likes buying me shit and he does whenever he gets the chance. That's the kind of nice thing about it. He'll buy me a little something here and there, and I do the same for him. They're little nice surprises. But we don't set aside a day like today where we have to do some extravagant shit, go out to a restaurant we'd normally like but that today has a shitty fixed menu, only to have the pressure of having to be ROMANTIC (gag) when we get home. Don't get me wrong. You guys know I'm a control freak so I'm all about planning. But showing you love someone? That shit needs to be spontaneous, and should be more than just buying jewelry that comes in a blue box.

Manz and I decided maybe after our first year that we'd pretty much only celebrate our birthdays, our anniversary, and Christmas. That's it. Maybe a year later we decided that we'd rather pool our money that we were gonna spend on presents, and go somewhere. Happy memories > most presents.

This post isn't to talk about how awesome manz and I are, it's really not. I guess I'm just hoping that women will stop expecting men to just buy shit for them (I mean, if you want Tiffany's, go buy it yourself, sheeit) and men need to realize that when you have to cater to a woman like that, it gets you nowhere fast, or at least nowhere lasting. We need to break ourselves out of the idea that your feelings are measurable by how much money you spend on someone.

But I guess I'm kinda bad that way. I'm not good with feelings or talking about them. I think you guys know the story about me being kind of an asshole to manz about feelings right? If not - one day he was being kind of romantic and telling me he loved me and all that. I felt weird and awkward like I do whenever people talk about feelings, and even though I love him more than anything, I didn't know what to say back. So I took a deep breath and said:

"Same to you, buddy."

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Karmin + SNL

So I just heard that Karmin was on SNL last night and was really excited and happy for them. I've been a big fan of theirs since just after they first covered "Look at Me Now". I went to go check for video of their performances, and found the videos on a hip hop website that will not be named.

I just have to say that I don't know why I ever read comments anymore except for on Reddit. However, I did read the comments that were posted after these videos, and most of the commenters agreed on two things. One, that Amy from Karmin swagger jacked Nicki Minaj big time. I guess I could maybe kind of see that from the videos, if you're really looking hard enough, or else if you're not the kind of person to form your own opinions and just want to nod your head when other people have opinions. The second thing they seemed to agree on was the general message of: "Hey fuck this white bitch, who the fuck does she think she is with her old school white girl style thinking she can rap?"  Those that liked her graced her with such backhanded compliments as, "She can sing, but I bet the guy writes all her shit." Wow.

Okay, look. I KNOW that there are ignint people out there no matter where you go or what you do. I personally thought it was cool that a white girl with some 40s throwback style could really sing and rap. But I guess that's not everyone's cup of tea. What I don't understand is why it is that even fans of the music industry prefer segregation. So, unless a white girl has more "hip hop style", then she's not accepted as a singer and hip hop artist in the hip hop community? Really? To me it looks like she's trying to break paradigms. She has her own look and unique style, but she has varied interests musically and expresses herself as such. She doesn't change her image to fit in with what she's SUPPOSED to look like. Karmin might be known for their hip hop and R & B covers, but based on their website and all of their cover songs and original music, they do seem to appreciate and perform other kinds of music, too.

I guess I'm just mad that people really want to act so ignorant. Maybe it was too much for me to hope that my fellow minorities wouldn't judge people like that when we're so often judged on a daily basis ourselves. Maybe they resent (like many people did in the beginning with Eminem) white people being able or willing to perform "our music".

Or maybe I'm a little mad myself, because I kind of know how it feels. Let me tell you guys a quick story. I like to sing, and of course deep down in my heart would love to make music for a living. However, because of the range of music I like to sing, whenever I sing in public, I've performed some Pat Benatar, old Mariah Carey, Beyonce, No Doubt, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and most recently Adele. When someone a few years back said, "Hey, you're really good. You should maybe be on American Idol and make music for a living. What kind of music do you think you'd do?" I said, "Probably hip hop or R & B. Those are my first loves." The person looked at me sort of blankly before replying, "'re Asian."

Sigh. What the fuck does that even mean?

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


Huzzah. I don't feel so bad about being a Californian after all. 

Don't get me wrong, I still feel bad about it, but just not AS bad.


Those of you who spend much time on the internets probably must have seen this already, but ifnot:

That shit is fucking awesome. They always have the best videos. Very painstaking and they obviously enjoy what they're doing, which makes it even better.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

To JDL (And other Giants fans)

Manz and I decided not to watch the Super Bowl at all this year for a variety of reasons. However, on this day, let me just say grats on your Super Bowl win.I'm not one to shit on people's parades so...I'll reserve any commentary for a later date.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Old School aka Never Change

You know, I kind of thought that I'd be posting a lot more since posting here seems to take a load off (ha, load off) but I haven't posted in months. I struggled again for the last couple of months wondering if I really had anything relevant to say, and had to keep reminding myself that this is my blog and I can say whatever the fuck I want, amirite? Still though...I think we all wonder what people really think of us, and worry about it, no matter how much we might think we don't.

Anyway, onward! To the reason I'm writing this post. I've had a lot of time on my hands lately for a variety of reasons, and I've been going through my music collection. In regards to hip hop, I haven't listened to anything new really in ages, and if I have heard something new it's usually because it's a Karmin cover that I really like. Outside of that, I don't care to listen to the radio, and I feel like I'm getting too old to be scouring the internets for that new underground shit.

But for hip hop music, I've always kind of run the gamut of the genre in terms of what I like. I've liked what non hip hop fans (read: old conservative people) call "gangsta rap", I've liked the club music (well, I am still a girl that likes to dance, I can't help it) and I've liked the really good shit, the kind of hip hop that is classic and always good no matter when you listen to it. I think anyone who reads this blog knows that I love me some gratuitous violence and bloodshed, and so the "gangsta rap" or anything else really violent or disturbing in any way has never bothered me.

At least not until now. It's's been a long time coming because I've been in denial for ages about it. But you know, a lot of that shit doesn't really appeal to me anymore. I mean, I was listening to Em's "My Fault" the other day, and I really cringed when I heard the lines:

Susan, stop crying, I don't hate ya,
The world's not against you,
I'm sorry your father raped ya,
So what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth,
That ain't no reason to start wigging and spaz out

I was really surprised the line upset me at all because it never really used to. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I ever thought incest and rape was okay, it's fucked up no matter how you look at it. I guess it just really bothered me at how casual it was in that song.

Then last night, I was listening to Geto Boyz's "Mind of a Lunatic" and I just kind of sighed and stopped it halfway through the song. I was going in alphabetic order, so I skipped ahead to J5's "Monkey Bars". A few songs later I realized I was listening to J5, Freestyle Fellowship, Handsome Boy modeling School, k-os, Living Legends, etc, etc. You get the picture. I was skipping over anything that had DJ Khaled, most of Fabolous' songs, Mike Jones/Paul Wall, sadly some NWA & Geto Boyz & Pac.

I stood there and wondered, "How did I ever listen to this shit? What was wrong with me?" Then I realized, there wasn't anything wrong with me then. It's just that all those times I thought, "I'll never change, I'll always be true and real no matter what!" I realized I was wrong. All those people I laughed at who seemed to feel sorry for me and my taste in music and told me I'd grow up some day? I guess they were right. After all that I realized something.

Fuck, I'm old.