Saturday, July 24, 2004

Fuck You, Too

Everytime I watch the 25th hour, the scene with Norton in the bathroom talking to himself like a bad horrah movie never fails to stir the jaded native NY'er stuck in my heart. The one who has lived in all 5 boroughs at some point in her existence in that dirty, depressing place. The one that never will forget seeing someone jump out of an office building of their own accord days after 9/11.

But "she" sometimes misses her stinky, dank, beautiful city and a tear is shed.

Then, she gets over it.

fuck You

Heh, fuck you too.
fuck me?
fuck you.
fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back.
fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
Get a fuckin job.
fuck the Seiks and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinkin' up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training --SLOW THE fuck DOWN!
fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35!
fuck the Korean Grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, ten years in the country still ‘no speaka English.’
fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach.
Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and scheming, go back where you fucking came from. fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African Apartite Diamonds.
fuck the Wall Street Brokers, selfuckstout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life!
You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break.
Tyco, Inclone, Adelphia, Worldcom.
fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty to a car swelling up the welfare, world's worst fuckin' parade in the city.
And don't even get me started on the Dumb-inicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warmup suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging like Jason Giambi, Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for The Sopranos.
fuck the Upper East Side wives with their hand made scarves, and their fifty dollar Gucci artichokes. Over-fed faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny, You're not foolin' anybody, sweetheart!
fuck the Uptown Brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take 5 steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the White man. Slavery ended One Hundred and Thirty Seven years ago, move the fuck on!
fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41-shots, standing behind the Blue Wall of Silence, You betray our trust!
fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. fuck the church that protects them while delivering us to evil, and while you're at it, fuck J.C. He got off easy, a day on the cross, a weekend in Hell, and all the hallelujas of the leigoned angels for eternity. Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J.
fuck Osama bin Laden, Al Quaeda, and backward-ass, cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores, roasting in a Jet-Fueled fire in hell. You towel-headed Camel Jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
fuck Jacob Elinski, whining, malcontent.
fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
fuck Naturelle Rivera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fuckin' bitch.
fuck my father, with his endless greed, standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the rowhouses in Astoria to the Penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho.

From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in park to the split-levels on Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage, let it burn to fuckin ash, and let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place. No.....No, fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

I just love how its a "fuck you" anthology, but in the end, only you can fuck anything up.

Fuck you, Ahta!


CatWoman - Sheath Your Claws, Please

You know they always said that it's not nice to pull out your claws at the dinner table.

I know that you think it's sexy to lick them...that's not my point.
Can you please stop rubbing against my forearm? *sheesh*

Ok, so back to the subject at hand. Why oh why, did they make this movie? Is it not enough that most of Batman Returns had Michelle Pfeiffer in it as CatWoman?

We got to see her ups and downs (literally). We saw her transform herself after "dying", we were praised with the whole cat swarm (breathing life back into her) scene, and we know she had a rockin' leather outfit.

No mentor was needed and we knew that CatWoman was out of her damn gourd. Case closed.

Pfeiffer did such a great job, that when I found out that she actually put that whole bird in her mouth for real, I squealed in delight. She was all the cat-woman I needed to see after the original series (which coincidentally had one white and one black cat-woman over the time itself, there was one other white cat-woman but she was not on the show very long).

Reading the reviews of this movie, I am fearful to see it, but I love movies. I love seeing the lush color chromatic schemes, the special effects, the stunts, and man! I love looking at "beautiful" people. Call me shallow or a slug, either way I need some damn eye candy.

I will check it out on video to be sure, unless I can get a bootleg somewhere along the way. I am also loving that Sharon Stone is in the movie, just because I really dig her and I think that if anyone is good enough to kick Halle's ass, it would be her.

So, from comics to tv to movies...when will it end?


I personally think no-one can top the delightful and beautiful comic rendition of Selena Kyle, but if I had to choose out of the women below, I would go with Michelle simply because she was truly multi-talented playing the purrr-fect prey and predator roles.

The Women of the Cat

Friday, July 23, 2004

Woe Be A Woman

Man, if I never have to think about a guy again it will be too soon. Why you ask?

Don't ask.

Men are miserly creatures. Giving what they got when they give what they want, pulling and straining women from their proper course which is to not give into the drama.

Woe is a woman.

What I wouldn't give to be either dead or a hermaphrodite. But then I would have 1. no more problems or 2. extra organs that I have no idea what to do with.

You figure it out.

Dear Hunger Pang,

Why do you hound me every second of the day? What have I ever done to you? Why must I make sure to bring at least 2 dry goods from my home in order to satisfy your call while I am at work? Why do I feel like you are ripping my inner being asunder? I have since devoured in your honor, low-carb bread with jelly and butter, a bagel with cream cheese (toasted), homemade tuna pasta w/boiled potatoes (god yes!), and much chocolate. Oh, I squeeze my fists at the idea of more food! Can't you see my turmoil?

When I was younger it was alright, I was chock full of energy and running wild in the streets. I needed you then. But now, I sit on my keister and stare at a screen all day... type, type, typing away. Are you, by chance, confused by the energy being used? Mind over matter, perhaps? Too much thought process? Dare I say, do I need brain food? Oh the horrah. To think, that I need to eat to think these days. Stop stalking me. I will petition for a restraining order...oh go away, hunger pang.

Go. Away.

But wait...over there...over yonder...that clam chowder sure does look good.


For the Love of Food

I was looking back at some YahooTM messages that have been archived over the last year with MsP, and I have to say that we need to learn some new words for how much we love food.

Case in point.

Toasty Goodness

ahtawulfa: yeah i had toast buttered with some PB
MsP: butter and PB? that's good?
ahtawulfa: hell yeah!!!!
ahtawulfa: the butter sinks right into the toast
MsP: mm
ahtawulfa: then you spread PB on the hot bread
ahtawulfa: and its sooo slamming
MsP: yummay
ahtawulfa: yum-may is right
ahtawulfa: hahha
ahtawulfa: see how delicious i made it sound?
MsP: mmm hmm... lol...
MsP: as delicious as... Miiiiiiiiiiiii
MsP: les
ahtawulfa: as mi? or me?
MsP: lol
ahtawulfa: or mie
ahtawulfa: HAHAH
MsP: :-P
ahtawulfa: heh. we are such weirdos

Pork Chop Love coming soon!

Your Boobs "Can Be All They Can Be" Now Too

Yippee!! *puhleeze*

Bigger Breasts Offered as Perk to U.S. Soldiers
Plastic surgery available on taxpayers' dime

NEW YORK - The U.S. Army has long lured recruits with the slogan “Be All You Can Be,” but now soldiers and their families can receive plastic surgery, including breast enlargements, on the taxpayers’ dime.

rest of article here

They claim that it gives the military surgeons "someone to practice on".


Everytime I hear about people going crazy with this whole plastic surgery thing, only one thing comes to mind. The old Eagle (now Rebellion) comic series, Judge Dredd.

In the Otto Sump eps "Get Ugly", there was such a fascination with becoming ugly *gasp* that they had whole shops set up for people to walk in beautiful and then walk out looking fugly. If you were beautiful you were shunned!

Oh, the horrah!

Lionel Richie - Can't He Just Stay Gone?

Maybe it's the fact that his "daughter" is on one of the most stupidest shows I have ever seen, but Lionel Richie is back and looking like he hasn't aged at all in the last 30 years.

It's very scary.

What's even scarier is that I am humming the songs as I hear them on the GMA concert series.

dancing on the ceiling...

Ok, I am going to go search for a loaded gun now.

"ow" *gag*

9/11 Commission Report - We Gonna Die

"The 9/11 report also sheds new light on the relationship between al-Qaida and Iraq. The report says that although there were friendly contacts, it did not evolve into what it called a "collaborative relationship." The report also details links between al-Qaida and Iran, but says there is no evidence that Iran was involved or was aware of the 9/11 attacks."

"The report pointed to what it called "deep institutional failings" in the government by missing several opportunities to uncover the plot."

""Unfortunately, what we expect they will get in the end is a whitewash and what most Americans should greet as a farce, an out and out cover up and a shameful, colossal spin-job [deception]," said Kyle Hence, the co-founder of a group called 9/11 Citizens Watch."

Ya think?

What a tragedy this report is and the sadder part is that I cannot find articles that stay on topic without kissing Bush ass or not, since some newspapers are not trying to get into trouble i.e. those nice folks who were arrested for "trespassing" while wearing "Bush Sucks" t-shirts regardless, you all might as well come to terms that we are surely gonna die soon.

"But if there is nothing better, they need to be enacted and enacted speedily, because if something bad happens while these recommendations are sitting there, the American people will quickly fix political responsibility for failure," he said.(Republican commissioner James Thompson)

Kerry claims if he is elected, that he will "leave" (sic) meaning leave to a meeting on the impending dangers if when he is in office, change is not immediate.

Watching Condoleezza Rice right now on GMA, man she is so friggin' stupid and I swear that she was only hired to be "colored person #2" in the Bush administration.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

07/22th last post

As a new blogger (well on this engine) I have to say I have indulged to the capacity of a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Hopefully, sex will enter my life A.S.A.P., so that I won't be wasting my time on this 8 times out of the friggin' day.

Or maybe not.

Good night, "ya'll"

The Hot Chick

"You can put your weed in it."

This is a line that is forever ingrained in my head whether from SNL or from this movie.

It's just really fun to say.

There is an uplilt on the "wEEEEEEEeed" part.

Learn it.
Live it.
Love it.

P.S. Oh dear Blog, I am not a wEEEEEEEeed smoker, yet I love it still.

Chardonnay Is Not My Friend

I love Pinot.
Not Chardonnay.
When I ask for Pinot, I am turned away.
Chardonnay is always there.
Pinot is always laissez faire.
Oh, come to me oh fair Pinot Grigio.
I will treat you like the beauteous grape you are...*sigh

Coyote a.k.a. Loki : You Snarky MoFo

I was thinking about the native stories I used to read growing up, how humans were made (in an oven) and all the swell types of gods that were up on the sky and one always stood out in my mind.

Coyote, or Loki to you white folks.

Coyote was a bad-ass, a trickster if you will. He was a hero to some but to others simply a prankster. From what I've read he has all but stolen the sun to keep our paltry souls warm to swallowing the moon so that the dead could come back. Either feat is way interesting.

I don't know. I just think of Coyote as that guy who kept me warm at night, knowing that his eyes twinkled and his tail twitched in mischievious fun.

Does that make me a furry, you think?

Wil E. Coyote - Mischief Extroadinaire

"The cayote is a living, breathing allegory of Want. He is always hungry. He is always poor, out of luck and friendless. The meanest creatures despise him and even the flea would desert him for a velocipede."
- Roughing It

Solaris, oh how I love thee

I watched Solaris for probably the fifth time last night along with my roommate MsP who has never seen it *gasp* oh and *yawn*

I tell you that the shot of Clooney's tight buttocks never fail to impress and amuse me...really, they never do.

I love this movie because no matter how many times I watch it, I still end up as confused as ever at the ending. Does Chris (Clooney) stay on the ship with his ether-driven wife or does he become part of Solaris as well? What happens to the few crew members that are left? Does Solaris suck them in? Why is his finger cut after all of this when his dead wife specifically tells him she doesn't remember that happening?

Confusion ensues every time. tsk, tsk


If you have seen this movie and would like to comment on it, please do so. I am sure it is much more deeper than I think, but for the life of me, I can't see it.

Oh how time doesn't fly

...when you aren't having fun. I figured out a long time ago that my job kinda sucks. I have just finished drafting a html newsletter for the company to send out and that's the extent of coding I will be doing today. So while I am waiting for a call to come in about status updates of orders, I think I will play some Wheel of Fortune.

I am addicted to this game.

Maybe it's the wheel spinning so lovingly around, or the avatar that is supposed to represent me as she spins with her cartoon hand,

or maybe it's just the fact that winning internet money is darn fun.

Who knows.

Idiot Savant

As I cruise into my 3rd post of the day (and it's only been approximately 45 mins since I started this thing) I realize I haven't introduced myself. So let me dispel some of the suspense with listing some things that you might want to know (or not know - which in that case it would be T. M. I. i.e. Too Much Info)

name: hmmmm...still fudging on this one. So just call me Ahta for now.
birthplace: pasco, wa
interests: video games, bootleg movies, computers, drinking, smoking, good conversation, reading and that's pretty much it
why blog? because it's some place to put my meandering thoughts
what do you do? website design and tech support
will you update frequently? probably not. i have school and a full-time job. stop lying ok...ok. I will be updating frequently because i have no life
how old are you? 29 and dammit, the years are just ticking by
any pets? yep. a chow-chow spitz that I adore and a neighbor who i offer a bone to now and then as well

Well, that's about it. If you want to know anything else, just leave a comment or email me. It will be returned.

America's in the Trash

Ran across this site today while viewing some random blog and came across this one image.

I think it pretty much sums up how I feel about the upcoming election.

Check the site out Quarlo

It's a new dawn

So, I finally got my blog up and running. Well, the first blog in a while that I even felt remotely interested in keeping up with and all I have running through my head is Nina Simone's song "I'm feeling good." I really hated when they started playing it as a commercial intro for some show on HBO, I think it was "Six Feet Under" or something. Never could get into that program. Anyway, I can't update my site with images that I want to slap onto it until I make a first post, so here it is, love it, live it, read it.

Will grace you with my presence again soon...maybe.