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Monday, July 28, 2008
Comic-Con 08: Swag!
Giant bags, comics I'll never read, a book I might actually read, MEDIUM SIZED SHIRTS FOR ONCE, inflatable pokeball (great ball thx floyd) autographed posters, Ryu headband, cards, and more.
Friday, April 18, 2008
TEAM CACHO
I took the time to create profiles for all of my teammates so I can whore out interesting facts about other people than myself.
GIANT JEFF
meal for of four.
Notable Accomplishments:
GIANT JEFF
Notable Accomplishments completely unrelated to running a 5k:
-Once ate an entire family
-Also, eats slices of pizza like they are potato chips.
THE FULL NELSON
Notable Accomplishments:
-dates a white girl.
STEROYD FLOYD
Notable Accomplishments:
-Once stayed out past his bedtime, and snuck back home without getting in trouble.
-Carries the realest fake ID I've ever seen.
-Only person to ever have sex inside a High School Musical sleeping bag. Even if it was with himself.
AIR Jo-DEN
Notable Accomplishments:-He is the only multi-lingual runner on the team. He's fluent in English and Vietnamese (orders PHO like a PRO), but his native language is Jibberish.
-Didn't ask Pikachu and Chimcar to take a picture with him. Pikachu and Chimcar asked Jordan to take a picture with them.
SUKA-DOODOO DREW
- Only person I know who can wear a Newsies outfit, cross his legs like a woman, hold a tea cup and saucer like its circa-1900, AND PULL IT OFF LOOKIN LIKE A STUD.
-Only person I know who has THROWN UP and SHAT at the exact same time. I call it the suka-doodoo special.
-Threw away a promising basketball and football career for a promising fantasy basketball and football career.
-Pick him first for a pickup basketball or football game and he will be the best player on the court/field for three plays, then go home early to throw up in his toilet.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Monday Morning Buffet: Spring Break Endeavors
■ My Spring Break technically ended last Monday, but due to the nature of the quarter system, which tends to begin each new quarter with a pick-up-your-syllabus week, and due to my pathetic work ethic, I decided to extend my break for a few more undeserving days’ worth of gallivanting.
Even with my self-extended break, I knew I had very little time to accomplish all of the goals I set up beforehand. Naturally, I crossed out what I saw as the least important things on my list of Spring Break Goals, deeming them expendable for time being.
-File my tax return
-Work on my resume
-Clean out room of junk
-Get an oil change for my car
-Attempt to work out again
After setting my priorities straight, I managed to find time for more significant endeavors.
■ Goal #1: Become the greatest fisherman this side of the Pacific.
I haven’t gone fishing since back in the day when I was 7 or so, so I was glad that some of the homies took me out to terrorize the ocean-depths once more.
But after hours worth of fishing, my night ended with a fish count of 0. Zip, nada, ZERO.
On the bright side, I did have a close encounter with a creature that resembled something like this:
Even with my self-extended break, I knew I had very little time to accomplish all of the goals I set up beforehand. Naturally, I crossed out what I saw as the least important things on my list of Spring Break Goals, deeming them expendable for time being.
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After setting my priorities straight, I managed to find time for more significant endeavors.
■ Goal #1: Become the greatest fisherman this side of the Pacific.
I haven’t gone fishing since back in the day when I was 7 or so, so I was glad that some of the homies took me out to terrorize the ocean-depths once more.
But after hours worth of fishing, my night ended with a fish count of 0. Zip, nada, ZERO.
On the bright side, I did have a close encounter with a creature that resembled something like this:
Fortunately for him, I was caught off guard when he fell for the bait, and the creature was able to escape before I had a chance to reel him in. He escaped me once, but next time, he won’t be so lucky...
Result: 0 fish in 5 hours. FAIL.
■ Goal #2: Drink enough to acquire an iron liver.
Besides celebrating multiple birthdays, and drinking on consecutive days, my alcoholic-bound training program also included a round of playing Power Hour.
My urbandictionary.com definition of Power Hour: An evil drinking game conceived by the devil himself, which requires players to take a shot of beer per minute for an entire hour or until tapping out. One notable participant, CommanderCacho of coolkidsroom, has accomplished this feat on numerous occasions.
Even under the tutelage of Lance himself, I only managed to achieve a grand total of 33 shots prior to taking refuge at a toilet, or well, in my case, a plastic bag provided by Ray, before throwing up a Carl’s Jr. Chili Burger.
Result: Barely reaching the half-way mark of Power Hour. FAIL.
■ Goal #3: Become the newest crew member of the JabbaWockeez.
As Nazer mentioned earlier, television is finally back in business with fresh new content, although this previous void of entertainment was fulfilled for me thanks to America’s Best Dance Crew and its recent crowning of the JabbaWockeez as winners of season 1.
After being wholeheartedly inspired by them, and after a few hardcore sessions, I decided to test my skills and take it to the dance floor.
Result: Go clubbing downtown. Attempt to jock on girls using Jabbawockee moves. Look like an idiot. FAIL.
■ Goal #4: Become the greatest singer ever.
O.k. not really, but I just wanted to mention that Miss Ramiele Malubay finally got the boot on American Idol, after what her critics agreed was nothing short of an uninspiring series of lackluster performances. Either way, she's still an idol in my book.
Result: Ramiele Malubay, FAIL.
■ Goal #5: Become the next great baseball phenom.
With baseball season in full gear, my break also consisted of an unhealthy dose of baseball-related activities, including watching games across Major League Baseball, researching and tinkering with my fantasy teams, and enjoying the Padres opening week at Petco Park; highlighted by Jake Peavy’s should-of-been-a-shut-out complete game, and ending with Grandpa Hoffman once again showing his age.
Result: Attempt to prove my worth at the batting cages. Swing away and go 0 for 100. FAIL.
■ Goal #6: Lastly, catch up on movies I’ve been eager to see.
Namely, this meant finally watching the Oscar Winner for Best Picture, the movie No Country for Old Men such as Trevor Hoffman. I’ve been impressed with all of the Best Picture winners for the past several years, from Gladiator in 2000 to The Depated in 2006. Likewise, 2007 was no different.
In fact, I was so impressed with No Country for Old Men, that I decided to make a secondary goal of becoming a badass like the movie’s antagonist, Anton Chiguhr, played by Javier Bardem. Not surprisingly, Bardem won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for his memorable performance as the psychopathic killer. However, I also figured that this meant I had to copy his stylish hair-do, in order to achieve such a level of badass-ness.
Even Hannibal Lector and the Terminator couldn't fuck with this guy.
Result: 0 fish in 5 hours. FAIL.
■ Goal #2: Drink enough to acquire an iron liver.
Besides celebrating multiple birthdays, and drinking on consecutive days, my alcoholic-bound training program also included a round of playing Power Hour.
My urbandictionary.com definition of Power Hour: An evil drinking game conceived by the devil himself, which requires players to take a shot of beer per minute for an entire hour or until tapping out. One notable participant, CommanderCacho of coolkidsroom, has accomplished this feat on numerous occasions.
Even under the tutelage of Lance himself, I only managed to achieve a grand total of 33 shots prior to taking refuge at a toilet, or well, in my case, a plastic bag provided by Ray, before throwing up a Carl’s Jr. Chili Burger.
Result: Barely reaching the half-way mark of Power Hour. FAIL.
■ Goal #3: Become the newest crew member of the JabbaWockeez.
As Nazer mentioned earlier, television is finally back in business with fresh new content, although this previous void of entertainment was fulfilled for me thanks to America’s Best Dance Crew and its recent crowning of the JabbaWockeez as winners of season 1.
After being wholeheartedly inspired by them, and after a few hardcore sessions, I decided to test my skills and take it to the dance floor.
Result: Go clubbing downtown. Attempt to jock on girls using Jabbawockee moves. Look like an idiot. FAIL.
■ Goal #4: Become the greatest singer ever.
O.k. not really, but I just wanted to mention that Miss Ramiele Malubay finally got the boot on American Idol, after what her critics agreed was nothing short of an uninspiring series of lackluster performances. Either way, she's still an idol in my book.
Result: Ramiele Malubay, FAIL.
■ Goal #5: Become the next great baseball phenom.
With baseball season in full gear, my break also consisted of an unhealthy dose of baseball-related activities, including watching games across Major League Baseball, researching and tinkering with my fantasy teams, and enjoying the Padres opening week at Petco Park; highlighted by Jake Peavy’s should-of-been-a-shut-out complete game, and ending with Grandpa Hoffman once again showing his age.
Result: Attempt to prove my worth at the batting cages. Swing away and go 0 for 100. FAIL.
■ Goal #6: Lastly, catch up on movies I’ve been eager to see.
Namely, this meant finally watching the Oscar Winner for Best Picture, the movie No Country for Old Men such as Trevor Hoffman. I’ve been impressed with all of the Best Picture winners for the past several years, from Gladiator in 2000 to The Depated in 2006. Likewise, 2007 was no different.
In fact, I was so impressed with No Country for Old Men, that I decided to make a secondary goal of becoming a badass like the movie’s antagonist, Anton Chiguhr, played by Javier Bardem. Not surprisingly, Bardem won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for his memorable performance as the psychopathic killer. However, I also figured that this meant I had to copy his stylish hair-do, in order to achieve such a level of badass-ness.
Even Hannibal Lector and the Terminator couldn't fuck with this guy.
After applying some instant hair-growth gel and observing the results, I realized that I had no chance whatsoever of imitating his Beatles’ mop-top, as you can see here:
Result: A nappy-ass fro. FAIL.
■ In retrospect, I guess you can say my Spring Break fell short of expectations, as I failed to accomplish any of my goals that were more than easy to attain. Still, I suppose it was worth the fun and effort. Now that I look back, this post could’ve been the perfect compliment to the FAILURE homie edition, minus the pedophilic attempts and a ridiculously huge bump on the forehead. Now begins another lame attempt to get back into school mode; good luck everyone.
Best,
Adonis
■ In retrospect, I guess you can say my Spring Break fell short of expectations, as I failed to accomplish any of my goals that were more than easy to attain. Still, I suppose it was worth the fun and effort. Now that I look back, this post could’ve been the perfect compliment to the FAILURE homie edition, minus the pedophilic attempts and a ridiculously huge bump on the forehead. Now begins another lame attempt to get back into school mode; good luck everyone.
Best,
Adonis
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