What a Crasshole

I will never claim to be a good person.

I will never concede to being a bad one either, since many people I know personally are reprehensible even to me. So I am not horrible, but I have my moments.

I take succor from being crass. It's a coping mechanism. Oh hell, it's a hobby.

Last Saturday night, as per usual, I had nothing to do and no one to do it with.

That's not being crass, justhonest.

I realized I hadn't checked out Sino Centre for a while, so I got on the bus to Mong Kok. A...Read more

The Ultimate Hello Kitty Guitar Accessory

I have to get these.

PINK GUITAR STRINGS!!! They will look perfect on Hello Kitty, because look how lovely they are on a guitar painted in what me might call "Stripper Camouflage":

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Over a Steep Hill

My eyesight is going south as fast as my hairline is going north.

Gee, forty (two) starts with the same letter as...

I suppose I have to get used to both of these inevitable conditions, so I offer this self-portrait.

It's a mystery to me how I managed to smile at all in this photo.

Oh, wait... When I took it, I hadn't seenit yet.

Now it all makes sense.

Oh really?

I'm seeking a slightly different woman.

Movie Review: Butterfly Lovers/武俠梁祝

Don't.Just... don't.

I was looking forward to 有隻僵屍暗戀你 (The Vampire Who Admires Me) to begin with.

Now I amreallylooking forward to it.

The Unintended Homage

I hate getting haircuts. Even in the US, I always felt stupid when people asked how I wanted it cut. Because I honestly didn't know, or didn't know how to tell them.

At the same time, I learned the hard way not to let them run rampant with the scissors by saying "However you think it would look best."

Why do hairdressers always have some of the worst hair styles you've ever seen?

So add to this the idea of trying to get a haircut in another language, and you can see how this quickly risks de...Read more

Random Positive Occurrences... FINALLY!!

Lately I've been too horridly busy and my (not-from-playing) tennis elbow had been kicking my ass, so I haven't written much of anything, including emails to my US accountant for tax purposes. So please, don't think I was being selective...

I'd promised to write when something interesting and/or good happened. Well, today, it did.

I had gone to TST to listen to Rick, my chiropractor and gym fuhrer, do a presentation about stretching at his clinic. It was in Cantonese, but friends is fri...Read more

Actually...

This should be Air BRUSH Justin.

This should in no way be construed as critical of Justin. Instead, I am trying to highlight the wildly artificial nature of advertising such that people we recognize and are visually familiar with can be rendered nearly unrecognizable in the purported interest of improving their appearance and therefore appeal/marketability. They've made a real person look like ...Read more

Two Ends of the Spectrum

Lately I've blogged a lot about women.

And why not? Women are the greatest thing ever, and I'm not just saying that because my mother is a woman. I mean, so is my ex-wife.

But never mind.

Women are so magnificent sometimes because of, rather than in spite of, some of their foibles.

Today I want to talk about two of them, located at opposite ends of their bodies.

Forgive me if I say so, but there's really no need for me to describe the magnificent foible in themiddle of them, is...Read more

Clean Cars, A Crack Epidemic, and Inadequate Christian Qualifications

Someone reminded me of yet another thing on my mind about the glory and splendor that is the female posterior.

A common expression describing the nature of a woman's posterior, generally in positive terms, is to say she has 'junk in her trunk.', like a car with some weight in the back end.

Cars in Hong Kong must be immaculate. There is nojunk in anytrunk in this fair city.

I'm all for being 'environment-friendly,' but this goes too far. ...Read more