I need to get these bad ass movies. Nothing like naked Japanese girls with swords.



Their website is here

I've told every girl I've been with the following and they all go forward with the relationship and they all get hurt. I have never meant to hurt any of them but it happens none the less. I don't know what to do anymore. Happiness just seems unattainable to me.

My self-fullfilling prophecy:

You are in pursuit of a dream, and by no means is it a peaceful dream. You fantasize about extraordinary passions, extreme emotions, and romantic insanity. The search for this dream often makes you agitated and restless. You blow through people's lives like a hurricane, leaving a path of shattered hearts and broken promises. You long for stability and commitment, but only the relationship of your dreams will satisfy you. All other relationships are expendable.
If you are lucky enough to find your dream early in life, then you have a wonderful capacity for living happily ever after. If you don't, then the situation can get out of control. Physical sex is always less important to you than emotional security, but your emotional needs are so intense that you often don't take time to notice the difference. Any kind of emotional release--even the most casual or callous--can sustain you for awhile. When your dream seems distant and unattainable, you are all to willing to settle for these short-term fixes.

I love strippers. I adore them. Something about them deserves to be worshiped and it's not their great tits and beautiful butts. Those are great and wonderful and amazing and so on and so forth, but that's not really what makes me fall for them. There's one thing that strippers give me that no girlfriend ever has, that no one night stand ever has. They give me soul piercing looks of desire. They want and need me right now. The way they look at me, that one thing is heaven. I can almost fall in love from that one look. I know that every guy in the room gets the same look and that all they really want is my dollar bill but I don't care. All they do is tease. They let you look but not touch. There's no sex in the champagne room, I know that. As long as they give me that look I let everything else slide. One look like that and a girl has me in the palm of her hand to do with as she wishes. I want to know why regular girls don't give those kind of looks? I've gotten 'I love you' and 'I need you' and 'I want you' but never one of those looks. Why? I want that look and I want it everyday. I don't want a stripper, I just want that look, so where do I find it? Is it even out there? I need it.

Bird's Nest

Bird's Nest, originally uploaded by Freon.

Now this is art. I'd like to see the art statement on this one. See the 'Beaver' here.

From Boing Boing

A 12-year-old boy on a school field trip to the Detroit Institute of Arts stuck a wad of gum on a painting. Helen Frankenthaler's 1963 painting, titled "The Bay," is apparently valued at $1.5 million. The gum was removed but left a stain. The boy has been suspended from school. Image seen here is the painting, not the gum. From the Associated Press:

The museum's conservation department is researching the chemicals in the gum to decide which solvent to use to clean it. The museum hopes to make the repair in two weeks and will keep "The Bay" on display in the meantime, (curator Becky Hart) said.

"Our expectation is that the painting is going to be fine," Hart said.

Now what I find extremely amusing in this story, is that they have to tell you the image is the painting and not the gum, because the normal person would not know the fucking difference. That's modern art people. In fact, I know that if no one had seen the boy stick the gum on the painting, no one would ever have known. Oh no, on the contrary, I can totally see a date in the near future when an art critic is yapping his mouth about "The Bay" and talking about how much of an art genius Helen Frankenthaler is for using watermelon chewing gum in expressing her emotions and feelings about hunger in third world countries and why there are no more spotted leopards in fucking Greenland. And you can read her art statement if you need any more insight into the mind of Helen Frankenthaler. It's right there next to the $1.5 million price tag. You see people, this is a shitty art piece, and the addition of chewing gum to it by a 12 year old fucking delinquent can only add to it's charm and appeal.

Wow, I don't know what's gotten into me about art these days.

I've always wondered how photographers and other artists come up with the art statements usually found next to their pieces. It really just seems like bullshit art rhetoric thought up on the spur of the moment, weeks after the actual photo was shot, all so they can fill the little piece of paper that needs to go next to the 'art piece' so that nobody notices the insane price tag and shits themselves from shock. Joerg Colberg at Conscientious, which is his very cool blog on photography, art, and life, shares a similar view:

It's interesting (and a bit sad) that when you look at what is commonly called fine-art photography it always comes with a statement, which typically contains some sort of explanation or motivation for the photography. You never get to see something like "I just wanted to take some beautiful photos" or "I liked the way those rubble piles looked, so I took a bunch of photos." I wonder why. I have no way of actually proving this, but I am convinced that many photographers do not have all that stuff from their statements in their heads and then go out to shoot the photography. I have the suspicion that some of them, after having shot their photos, have a hard time writing something that can pass as a statement, because "I just wanted to take beautiful photos of rubble piles" somehow doesn't appear to be acceptable. I don't mean to say that I have a problem with somebody's wish to explain his/her photos or reveal the motivation behind them or whatever else. What I do mean to say, though, is that I personally find it perfectly understandable and acceptable if somebody does not want to write a statement. But that's not how the art world works.

Anyone else have thoughts on this?

Another cool gift idea




Probably not for me personally but if you're buying gifts for others, this might be nice.

Cool jacket I wouldn't mind recieving for my birthday, hint hint:




sold here SuspectGoods

13_abUdbEXblgyD, originally uploaded by 华莱士.

Amazing and beautiful.

FREE PANCAKES! NO STRINGS ATTACHED!

On February 28, 2006 from 7 AM to 2 PM IHOPs across the country will celebrate National Pancake Day (also known as Shrove Tuesday) by offering our guests a free short stack of pancakes*. This is going to be our biggest one day celebration in our history.

National Pancake Day has a rich history that stretches back centuries and has always been a time of celebration. National Pancake Day always falls on Fat Tuesday and this year it will be a celebration at IHOP.

So gather your friends, family and neighbors and come to your local IHOP and enjoy a short stack of pancakes on us. All we ask is that you consider making a donation to a great charity like First Book or other local, worthy cause. Where else would you celebrate National Pancake Day than IHOP? See you there.

* Limit one free short stack per guest. Valid for dine-in only, no to go orders. Not valid with any other offer, special, coupon, or discount. Valid at participating restaurants only, while supplies last.

local IHOPs: (you can change it to your ZIP code at the bottom of the page --->LOOK!

Might aquire this little fellow this weekend. I have to actually meet him before I decide. Actually he has a buddy that's available as well. 2 bulldogs? I don't know, I'm tempted.

I've been surfing the web and here are some cool things I've found today.

Aerial photographs of Mexico City's neighborhoods. This page has some amazing photographs, almost surreal. Some very cool architecture as well.

"Maid in Japan" cafes treat geeks like lords. This would be great. Asian girls all dressed up in anime costumes and serving you food. Wonderful.

Sex Tips For Geeks: On Being Good In Bed. Haven't read this one yet, but it sounds like good stuff.

This guy hacked his myspace profile so it doesn't look like all the others. It actually looks like a regular blog page. I'm going to use his code to do something similar with mine even if it does violate the myspace rules.

Make T-shirts easily and cheaply with Spreadshirt.com


Silkroad Online. MMPORPG. Free. 'nuff said.

Beautiful images from China. One of the many countries I want to visit. See more here.

For those of you worried that I might die of thirst sitting here surfing, no need to worry, I've finally given into self preservation and got my lazy ass out of the chair to get some much needed moisture. Of course, I sat back down without thinking of obtaining some nourishment as well. So back up I go to grab a delicous tamale my mom made over the holidays, it should still be good to eat right?

I need a new online name, the Freon era is over, it has been for a long time. Time to move onto something new. Something to think about tonight.

Update: Tiberius Zero, for now, we'll see how that sits with me tomorrow.

I'm up late, just wandering the web with no real destination. I checked out some recipes for dog treats I might make my dogs. Also looked at some trails up at Mount Charelston I might take them, especially my Siberian so she can see some snow for her first time. All of these are maybe's. Not really up to doing anything lately, a little depressed I guess. Friends keep calling and asking me to do things and it's rare when I actually do. Just to point out how lazy I am: I'm pretty parched at the moment and in my fridge there is a nice, cold Squirt, but I'm to lazy to get up and grab it. Trolling around Myspace just seems more interesting then quenching my thirst.

I checked out some of my old drafts that I have saved on here and saw one from early last year. I decided to post it, I just found it interesting how I felt back then compared to how I feel now. These days I don't really want to get married, not like I did back then. And I'm not drunk at the moment either like I was then, whether that's good or bad can be debated. Here's the draft as I wrote it back in March 2005:

My cousin is getting married. That phrase fucks with my mind every time. When I first heard it I was speechless. Ali is getting married. My other cousin, Axel is already married and has a cute little baby girl. He's younger than me. Now Ali, who is older than me is getting married, his girl pregnant, by the end of the year he'll have a baby. That leaves me, no wife, no child, not even a girlfriend.

There's three of us, born around the same time. Nobody in our family is as close as we are. Ali, Alexis and Axel. Three brothers from different parents. We couldn't be closer if we were brothers. I grew up in Wyoming, they grew up in Chihuahua, but when we got together it was like we'd never been separated. And now I feel like it's over. Wives and children, really changes the picture, no room for me now. Can't drop by and have Daddy go cruising or bar hopping with me.

I always thought I would be first to get married, I don't know why but I did. But now I'll be the last, if at all. Ali's getting married this April. Hopefully I'll be at the wedding. At first I didn't want to go, but I've come to realize that I need to be there. I missed Axel's, but I don't have to miss this one.

I feel bad sometimes, that the life I'm living is without them. They don't know English, they don't live in Vegas, they don't enjoy the luxuries I do. I feel like I need to move back home, like I've sold out, I have to go back to my roots. Growing up my plans were always to marry a Mexican girl, a pretty girl, a girl that could cook like my mom, a girl that grew up like me. But she doesn't exist. As close as I am to my cousins, I'm still the outsider. As close as I get to my friends here, I'm still the outsider. It doesn't matter who I'm with, I'm different.

This is the shit I think about when I drink. I haven't had a good drinking session by myself in quite awhile, but I need to. It helps release emotions. If I could write every thought that is going on in my head, this would be damn interesting, but I can't so I'll leave it at that.

A veces pienso que tu nunca vendrás
pero te quiero y te tengo que esperar
este destino me lleva hasta el final
donde algún día mi amor te encontrara

Cafe Tacuba - Como Te ExtrañO

Took a trip to the other side of Vegas last night with Chatterjee. We cruised over to the Divebar on East Tropicana to check out The Capricorns. They're described by the local alt-weekly as "casio-driven party pop," which after listening to on myspace, I decided I liked. I was really stoked to check them out, I guess they're huge on the indie scene and I wanted to see what it was all about. Plus I haven't been to a show in a long time so this was going to be cool. I was expecting a small, dingy little hole in the wall but the Divebar is pretty cool. It is small but I liked that about it, you get to be right up with the band. Plus the bartender was hot, blonde with extra large breasts, that's always nice. Not only was she hot, but she was nice which is very rare. We ordered some drinks and sat down to wait. That's when some old dudes get up on stage and grab the instruments. The proceed to tell us the Capricorn's van broke down in Colorado and won't be making it tonight. Then they proceed to play some covers. It sucked. Sorry but it did. So we finished our beers and left. Ended up in a bar closer to home playing pool. It was good quality time with Chatterjee but I didn't get to see a show. I guess we missed a fight, the bartender talks about it on her blog so maybe we shouldn't have left so early. I've never actually seen a barfight, but the way she describes it, it was more of a ass kicking then a fight, but that would have made my night. Overall a good time.

The last day of the year has arrived. Things have changed extremely from a year ago, but in the overall picture, (which I like to pretend I can see) I'm at the same place I was 365 days ago. I was searching on myspace.com for some of the people I graduated high school with and what I found was very depressing. I found a profile for Bob. I always considered Bob a slacker, a pothead, he hung out with the grungy kids, not somebody I would picture 'making' so to say. Yet he's out of college with a chemistry degree, he works in San Diego as a chemist, has a wife and a baby. I'm glad he's successful, he was always a cool kid, I guess I'm just jealous.

Well enough bitching. A new year is arriving, time to clean house, kick all the old shit to the curb. It's as good a time as any to change for the better. I made some new year's resolutions last year and only met one of them. So this year I will make none and meet all, yes, score. Anyways, we'll see how this year goes. I see good potential, I can work with the cards that have been dealt to me this time around, hopefully I can turn this pair into a jackpot. I also see Thailand on the horizon, don't know why, last year it was Cuba and that didn't work out.

Here's to a great year, much improvement, cheers!!!

Your SAT Score of 1340 Means:

You Scored Higher Than Howard Stern You Scored Higher Than George W. Bush You Scored Higher Than Al Gore You Scored Lower Than David Duchovny You Scored Lower Than Natalie Portman You Scored Lower Than Bill Gates

Your IQ is most likely in the 130-140 range

Equivalent ACT score: 30

Schools that Fit Your SAT Score: College of William and Mary New York University Boston College United States Naval Academy University of California, Berkeley

What Does Your SAT Score Mean?

This is what I've been saying for so long.

from Blog-Like Thing:

“It’s almost as though nobody is interested in creating art as much as they are interested in “making a statement.” Which is fine, but art doesn’t always have to be high-concept, at least not in my opinion. I’ve never been a huge fan of modern art for that reason. It’s as if some time around the turn of the century, art went from capturing what was beautiful, luminous and worth capturing to capturing what’s fucked up in the world. ... And I’m sorry, but there is enough fucked up shit in the world already, I don’t need some tortured artist reminding me of that. To me, art doesn’t always have to make a statement, because where do you draw the line? Kyle took a big shit in a pretty gift box, and there’s no denying that it made one hell of a statement. Should we call it art and give him a show?

...Can’t wear pantyhose, can’t hang out at a bar in the mall, can’t sit in a cubicle all day, for fear it will make you a sell out…the supposedly “free-spirited” art world has more rules and regs than most corporations.”

It's been a very long time since I posted anything on this site. In a way it's like when Lex Luthor uses Kryptonite on an unsuspecting Superman and renders him incable of using his super powers. That's me, I've been rendered incable of blogging, my inspiration was sapped out of me. I'm hoping that with the new year coming soon, I'll be able to get back into the wonderful world called the blogosphere, though who really calls it that I don't know.

Quick update: Had a good Christmas. My parents were in town visiting, had some good home cooked Mexican food. Neon was also in town, had some awesome quality time with her, it's too bad she lives half way across the country. My dogs are great, my house smells like piss though. I'm still with Cheetah, that's going so so, it gets rougher every day. Keeping a caged cheetah isn't as easy as it sounds. My back hurts, a massage is in order, anyone willing to offer their services please feel free to let me know.

Also, comments on this page would help a lot in getting me back into the blogging mode. All my avid readers, if there's any of you left, begging me to write again would do wonders for my ego and might just be what I need to take this up again on a daily basis. So comment.

Until the new year.
your slightly inebriated amigo
Freon