Brown Skin Lady.



Friday, April 29, 2005

Did I start drinking last night at 5PM?
Did I make myself a tasty bbq tequila cilantro lime chicken dinner?
Is my kitchen sink seriously clogged?
Does my nipple hurt?
Did I drink a bottle of wine while watching the NBA playoffs?
Did I proceed to drive to the 909 and drink some more?
Did I go to the Press and have a glass of merlot?
Did I go to the Black Watch Pub and have a red stripe with a lime?
Did I realize that I had work the next day?
Did I proceed to get my sphincter handed to me in golden tee?
Was I completely hammered once we were inside the strip club?
Did I seriously pound an O'douls?
Did I notice the waitress noticing me?
Did I put her on notice?
Did I ask for her number after with the aid of liquid courage?
Do I think the number is fake?
Do I use the three-day rule and call her sunday?
Am I taking a beer deuce while writing this?

Feliz Viernes.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:32 AM


Monday, April 25, 2005


Before


During


After



andycat stayed in the red at 6:38 AM


Sunday, April 24, 2005


The beautiful absurdity of American Identity.

Two recent purchases include:

Adam Mansbach's, Angry Black White Boy. Combine some dark humor, edgy commentary on race relations/ identity, hip-hop...and you get a fully entrenched andycat absorbed into the every word out of Mansbach's story.

Excerpt regarding the three categories of spoken word poets:

Category One: Pussy poem. Chick stands up, talks about getting fucked, audience gets hard and eats it up. What bullshit.

Category Two: A seriously bald-headed brothers in boots, baggy blue jeans, and a tight black t-shirt trooped onstage. Black Power poet. Wanna bet he'll make a 'Revolution will not be televised' reference?

Category Three: A fat bearded white guy was up next. The self deprecating poem. Vaguely titillating, incredibly embarassing, actually a cry for help. Poet looks for sympathy and courage points.


Purchase #2. Z-Trip, Shifting gears.

Z-trip has always been somewhat of an enigma to me, mashing up rock and country samples into his sets. Kind of along the lines of Beck, just with more of a hip-hop edge to it. Interesting choice of guest appearances -- dude from Linkin Park, Chuck D, almighty B-girl Mystic, and Freestyle Fellower Aceyalone to name a few.

Breakfast Club is the choice cut on this album, probably the first and only song to ever be dedicated to cereal. Yes, cereal.

I do feel like a "2005 ex-backpacker still clinging on to his college radio days knowing full well that this is what today's hip hop should sould like but willing to embrace the likes of 50" when listening to this album.

But then again, that's probably who I am these days.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:28 AM


Saturday, April 23, 2005

When did I get old and not like roller oasters.
They give me headaches.
So do teenagers.
And bad music.
And b.o.

Been getting a lot of headaches lately.

Dehydrated.

Haven't lifted a weight in two weeks.

Don't feel crisp.

I like eating count chocula with my saturday morning cartoons.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:55 PM


Tuesday, April 19, 2005


Transform, and Roll Out!

Soundwave was definitely the illest decepticon. And the actual action figure could actually play a cassette. Pardon me for the 80's nostalgia...but I tend to live in the past and I was recollecting about how lame those friggin go-bots were. I mean, let's just bite the transformers, huh?

Anyway it doesn't get much better than Soundwave who had his own little mini entourage of Casseticons who fit in Soundwave's chest cavity. Comprised with the likes of Buzzsaw and Beastbox, these decepticons would go on recon missions spying on the autobots by "ejecting" and recording.

Oh but wait...remember Blaster? He was the autobot's answer to soundwave. He actually was a boombox if I recall.

Doooooooooooooooooooope!

Breakdancing Transformers.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:23 PM


Thursday, April 14, 2005

F*ck this soul/ identity/ integrity/ open-mindedness bs. It's gotten me nowhere. From now on, only extreme MFin posts in this new extreme blog.

First post of the new ACAT:

Dear Diary. Dusk. Woke up.


andycat stayed in the red at 7:04 AM


Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Prejudice is a learned behavior.

Open-mindedness is also a learned characteristic.

I believe an open mind is usually rewarded with some unexpected surprises and new discoveries. I try to open my mind to new people by not limiting my social circles and rejecting anyone who is not immediately recognizeable to me.

This is not to suggest that I rush forth and embrace the gang of hoodlums headed towards me with bats and chains...but barring any imminent danger, there is no reason for me to feel threatened or intimidated around anyone who is different from myself.

I don't think its the drag queen that's making me uncomfortable, but rather my assumptions about what everyone else is thinking about me in relation to her.

So if everyone else is having fun, why make myself uncomfortable...

It happens though.

I find myself nervous and tense when no real threat is present, but I check for it.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:17 PM


Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Been doing a lot of soul searching as of late. Questioning this whole notion of identity and integrity.

As I speak from the soul, I truly believe that in this western culture of ours, we must work for money rather than meaning. We may never have the luxury of quitting our jobs if it does not bring satisfaction.

However, I also believe that we must work in ways to not violate our souls as we will harm other and ourselves if we continue to do so.

So on this beautiful Tuesday morning, I wonder if preserving integrity has become a luxury in this shameless era of reality television, and dwindling pay phones.

And I question what brings more security in the long run: holding this job or honoring my soul?


andycat stayed in the red at 8:21 AM


Monday, April 11, 2005

Spring Break Adventures with andycat



Wednesday night in Upland was fun. 909 fo' life. Had dinner with the grad schoolers and conversation with the 'rents. Slept in my childhood bed, the most comfortable bed this back has ever laid its silky skin upon.

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Thursday night in Santa Clara was fun. Was in Pasadena earlier at 3:30PM and was on the next flight to San Jose at 6:30 PM.

Have a friend in law school up at Santa Clara U., and she invited Oliver and I to hang out with her. So we did. Though not a big fan of the Karaoke night, 5 White Russians later had me doing a stirring rendition of Stevie's, Lately.

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Interestingly enough, I had five different text messages from five different girls on Friday morning.

Girl #1: I got your text last night. You Perv! Ha!
Girl #2: Whaaaat? Were you drunk?
Girl #3: Yeah, they are!
Girl #4: What was that text all about?
Girl #5: U R too much. Have a good day, weirdo

Checked the outbox and it seems as though at 3:30 AM I took a page out of Seinfeld, and drunk text these 5 beautiful ladies:

Your Breasts are Spectacular!




(Give you a sec, to review that one....)








Ready? Ok.

Took the Caltrain up to San Francisco that afternoon, and even made a stop at Bay Meadows, just north of Palo Alto along the way only to find out live racing was started at 7:20 that night.

No worries though, we made the trek to my boy Oliver's place up in the Marina district and spent the night Xpress Betting, drinking red vino, and eating North Beach Pizza.

Couldn't link up with my man, JW, but it's all good cuz I'll see you in Buzios.

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Big Stakes races on Saturday afternoon. I manage to win $86.40 wagering an exacta on the NBC televised Illinois Derby. However, Sweet Catomine, the favorite at Santa Anita placed a disappointing 5th while Buzzard's Bay, a 30-1 longshot, won the damn thang.

$1 Trifecta paid $6337.

Sheesh, gotta love this sport.

Oh, but did I mention that I was on the 5:50PM flight from Oakland to Vegas on Saturday evening?

Have I told you the story that, my boy Vikas conviced Oliver and I to fly out there?

What about the fact I was up two hunski 45 minutes after landing (and three dirty martinis deep)?

Or the fact that I got ripped a new sphincter at the 1-2 no limit hold'em table?

Have I recalled the anecdote to you of me getting my money back at three card poker?

But then losing it at single deck 21.

What about 7:30AM sunday morning and being down to my last $30 and putting it all in the wheel of fortune slot machine. Six pulls later and I win three hundy (and delirious from the adrenaline/ super oxygenated Monte Carlos Casino/ 18 dirty martinis.)

Did I mention that "bedtime" was 9:00AM at the luxor?

And checkout was at 12:00PM?

Did I tell you that I really didn't want to gamble anymore more but somehow just "stumbled" across the Luxor sportsbook just in time to see there was 7 minutes to post at New York's Aqueduct. At least I won $16.00 after hitting a trifecta which bought be "breakfast" at in-n-out on the ride home to Pasadena.

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Well if you didn't know, now you know.


andycat stayed in the red at 7:17 AM


Wednesday, April 06, 2005

What to talk about?

The vegetable state of mind is fun and all, but I've been sleeping way too much. Can I please start on these papers, please?

Why? When i can just sleep all day.

Uggh, pessimism.

Pessimist transform into an Optimist (Optimus).

Get it?

Probably not.

Maybe I go to the beach today.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:03 AM


Monday, April 04, 2005


got nothin to lose, might as well be a winner

It's been one week since I last posted which is evidence of how busy I've been the past week. Now that I'm officially on Spring Break for the next week, expect more andycat for your mind.

Plans? Papers, papers, and more papers. (As in writing, not gettin.)

Had a temp job this past weekend serving and bussing tables at a hospitality tent serving the likes of Ferrari owners.

Thoughts:

Gotta only be in America where a waiter can make more money than a teacher.

If I drove a fast car, maybe my girl would look like that.

If I drove a fast car, maybe my girl would have silicone parts.

I may drive a fast car one day, but as of now I'm happy with the Envoy.

Couldn't put a subwoofer in a Ferrari.

SUV owners feel me.

Heads adjust the EQ for Bass in the Jeeps
Sounds like the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes.


But I digress.

I grew up in an upper-middle class area, but that level of wealth is beyond my comprehension. How does one accumulate that sort of wealth? And while I'm certain that some the car enthusiasts were nice people, the overall atmosphere of the event had a false pretense associated with it.

Andy, get off your soap box man.

Yeah, I'll get off, and then throw it at you.

Seriously man, relax.

No man, you relax! Let me see your ID! You try reaching out to the critical masses with nothing in return...

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Waiting tables, it doesn't take too much mind power to do the job, so I had plenty of time to think and observe. Hence, the garbled thoughts you've witnessed above.

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I did have the pleasure to meet the most beautiful Danish girl, who was also serving tables.

You know how you meet beautiful women, who know that their beautiful, and then have this stuck-up aura about them. Like every guy who's talking to them is just trying to spit, and she's just too good to talk to you. (Yeah, can't stand them women.)

Not only was this girl so engagingly pretty, she had a positive attitude, a welcoming smile...and get this, she actually could hold down a conversation.

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Stepping out to UTD, moons in cancer.

Nothing more raw than a young Mos Def rhyming over a dark melodic bass:

I keep mainly to myself, ain't got to many friends
While they be lookin for rocks, I be searching for gems.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:59 AM