An Open Letter
Dear Mark Brunetz,
I love you. You're pretty great. If my house was very messy and in the L.A. area, I would want you to decorate it.
That is all.
xxoo
-Frank
28 October 2009
09 October 2009
Speech Impediments
Speech Impediments
I read actual newspapers. I know I can get news online faster and all that, but I like the physicality of them and pay more attention to print. If it was up to me, the newspapers would never go out of business [which I don't think they will anyway because much I like to think of papers like phones. Mobile phones were thought to entirely replace land lines, but there are people who have and use both, and even those who just have land lines. I think this example is relevant to newspapers and even ebooks].
I digress.
This wasn't supposed to be about my love of all things physically readable. This was supposed to be about one of the things I read there. It was an opinion piece, one of those write ins I think. Anyway. Point, I have one.
This person was writing about the founder/president/whatever of BET making fun of some political official/person for stuttering. The BET person was trying to say that it was a sign of ineffectual communication on the politician's part, but instead of saying that he mocked the fact tat they stuttered.
Now, excuse the language, but I have to agree with the writer that that person is a complete and total ignorant bitch. They're mean and really stupid, because everyone knows that if you want to make fun of a politician for not be a good communicator you don't even have to go after their personal flaws/weaknesses. Honestly. Besides, it's not like most of them write their own speeches, so you could go off of that.
My problem with the write in was how the writer compared speech impediments to disabilities such as paralysis and blindness. Now, while in some cases it can be severe a lot of the times it's not and can be cured through various processes or at the very least manageable. I still think that founder person was terribly wrong, but I think that the writer exaggerated to get a point across.
I mean, they said that Porky Pig wasn't funny because he made fun of people who stammer.
Really?
Come on. I'm tired of everything that is perfectly fine being called some kind of prejudice and for every little thing being turned into a disability. I've a stammer and I've a lisp as well. Neither of them is as prominent as they used to be, and most of my friends don't even notice (unless I get really excited and try to talk about something so much faster than I usually talk).
So...yeah, I said I had a point.
Bottom Line: people need to think about what they say before they say it, stop being unnecessarily mean, stop turning every little thing into a disability, and realize that Porky Pig is funny, even if he does make fun of people who stammer--which I don't think he does (I think it's just a character trait).
I read actual newspapers. I know I can get news online faster and all that, but I like the physicality of them and pay more attention to print. If it was up to me, the newspapers would never go out of business [which I don't think they will anyway because much I like to think of papers like phones. Mobile phones were thought to entirely replace land lines, but there are people who have and use both, and even those who just have land lines. I think this example is relevant to newspapers and even ebooks].
I digress.
This wasn't supposed to be about my love of all things physically readable. This was supposed to be about one of the things I read there. It was an opinion piece, one of those write ins I think. Anyway. Point, I have one.
This person was writing about the founder/president/whatever of BET making fun of some political official/person for stuttering. The BET person was trying to say that it was a sign of ineffectual communication on the politician's part, but instead of saying that he mocked the fact tat they stuttered.
Now, excuse the language, but I have to agree with the writer that that person is a complete and total ignorant bitch. They're mean and really stupid, because everyone knows that if you want to make fun of a politician for not be a good communicator you don't even have to go after their personal flaws/weaknesses. Honestly. Besides, it's not like most of them write their own speeches, so you could go off of that.
My problem with the write in was how the writer compared speech impediments to disabilities such as paralysis and blindness. Now, while in some cases it can be severe a lot of the times it's not and can be cured through various processes or at the very least manageable. I still think that founder person was terribly wrong, but I think that the writer exaggerated to get a point across.
I mean, they said that Porky Pig wasn't funny because he made fun of people who stammer.
Really?
Come on. I'm tired of everything that is perfectly fine being called some kind of prejudice and for every little thing being turned into a disability. I've a stammer and I've a lisp as well. Neither of them is as prominent as they used to be, and most of my friends don't even notice (unless I get really excited and try to talk about something so much faster than I usually talk).
So...yeah, I said I had a point.
Bottom Line: people need to think about what they say before they say it, stop being unnecessarily mean, stop turning every little thing into a disability, and realize that Porky Pig is funny, even if he does make fun of people who stammer--which I don't think he does (I think it's just a character trait).
16 September 2009
Poker Night
Poker Night
Last night was poker night. There were usually more people there, so I was told, but that night I was one of the five, host included. I don't know how to play poker, and after last night I still don't. I tried to learn, but much like football, tennis, and rummy, I could not figure it out. I was vaguely disappointed.
However, on the up and up, my voice may be going in and out of service, but my sickness is dissipating. I went to the store and bought lemon cough drops, Perrier, ginger ale, and Puff's facial tissues with Vick's and lotion. I still feel really hot thought. Then there's every time that I have to sneeze and that is just beyond gross.
Naturally, the thing that usually happens when I'm sick has happened: my room is a hellhole of sloppiness and confusion. I nearly collapsed into my bed last night after being regaled of tales of horror and college roommates. In the back of my mind, before I closed my eyes, I cringed for how out of order everything was.
I think I may go back to sleep until I feel better.
Last night was poker night. There were usually more people there, so I was told, but that night I was one of the five, host included. I don't know how to play poker, and after last night I still don't. I tried to learn, but much like football, tennis, and rummy, I could not figure it out. I was vaguely disappointed.
However, on the up and up, my voice may be going in and out of service, but my sickness is dissipating. I went to the store and bought lemon cough drops, Perrier, ginger ale, and Puff's facial tissues with Vick's and lotion. I still feel really hot thought. Then there's every time that I have to sneeze and that is just beyond gross.
Naturally, the thing that usually happens when I'm sick has happened: my room is a hellhole of sloppiness and confusion. I nearly collapsed into my bed last night after being regaled of tales of horror and college roommates. In the back of my mind, before I closed my eyes, I cringed for how out of order everything was.
I think I may go back to sleep until I feel better.
12 September 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
The neighbors on the street over do not understand the concept of noise violations, this time it being in the form of overly loud music past 10pm. And maybe it's just because I hate loud noises, but they're obnoxious like this all too frequently. Honestly though, I think after one infraction you should get the message.
On a different note, I went to the Poetry Slam last night. It was okay. I had to judge just like I had to do the last time, and of course I got booed whenever I gave my 7.5s and then later on when I gave my 8.8s and 9.3s. I was like that judge at the Olympics that never rates anyone a ten. Personally, though, I have a really big problem with these types of things, and none of it has to do with my dislike for poetry.
My problem is that before last night I've only been to one slam, and this time it was about half of the same people, and those people presented the same poems. And I have a problem with rating poems I've already heard before because the first time I heard them they were clever and epic and fresh, not just the poems, but the people. All of that gets negated when I hear the same things again. And then the other thing I kind of have a problem with is how many people use excessive profanity to "make a point" and I feel that it gets lost because of that.
I don't know. I guess I'm just kind of picky. And bitter. I went there with a couple of my friends, one in particular that I hadn't really been out with for about a month. And she mainly talked with her boyfriend. And my other friend brought another couple with him and spent his time talking to them, and then there was a new guy who I would have talked to if I hadn't been so horribly awkward, which I always am when it comes to new people. Plus, all my attempts to start a conversation ended approximately 4.3 seconds after they started.
Tonight was the dance party, which I didn't go to. It was good because I didn't have a ride, wouldn't have wanted to talk to or see the people I might have known that were said to be there, and my voice crapped out on me for most of the day. I really didn't even feel like going to CVS to get cough drops and Chloraseptic, but I did do that. Tomorrow I should be out with friends again, including the one from the slam and another one. Both should be sans their other halves. I don't know what we're going to do, but the weather should be nice.
The neighbors on the street over do not understand the concept of noise violations, this time it being in the form of overly loud music past 10pm. And maybe it's just because I hate loud noises, but they're obnoxious like this all too frequently. Honestly though, I think after one infraction you should get the message.
On a different note, I went to the Poetry Slam last night. It was okay. I had to judge just like I had to do the last time, and of course I got booed whenever I gave my 7.5s and then later on when I gave my 8.8s and 9.3s. I was like that judge at the Olympics that never rates anyone a ten. Personally, though, I have a really big problem with these types of things, and none of it has to do with my dislike for poetry.
My problem is that before last night I've only been to one slam, and this time it was about half of the same people, and those people presented the same poems. And I have a problem with rating poems I've already heard before because the first time I heard them they were clever and epic and fresh, not just the poems, but the people. All of that gets negated when I hear the same things again. And then the other thing I kind of have a problem with is how many people use excessive profanity to "make a point" and I feel that it gets lost because of that.
I don't know. I guess I'm just kind of picky. And bitter. I went there with a couple of my friends, one in particular that I hadn't really been out with for about a month. And she mainly talked with her boyfriend. And my other friend brought another couple with him and spent his time talking to them, and then there was a new guy who I would have talked to if I hadn't been so horribly awkward, which I always am when it comes to new people. Plus, all my attempts to start a conversation ended approximately 4.3 seconds after they started.
Tonight was the dance party, which I didn't go to. It was good because I didn't have a ride, wouldn't have wanted to talk to or see the people I might have known that were said to be there, and my voice crapped out on me for most of the day. I really didn't even feel like going to CVS to get cough drops and Chloraseptic, but I did do that. Tomorrow I should be out with friends again, including the one from the slam and another one. Both should be sans their other halves. I don't know what we're going to do, but the weather should be nice.
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