Da Heat!! Da Heat!!

I hate weekends. It's two days without anything to do but sleep, but lately because of the heat I couldn't even sleep. My room feels like it's on fire; the two electric fans in my room doesn't even help because the air it blasts onto me could lift a hot air balloon into the stratosphere. I've run out of movies to watch and I almost never watch television so I resorted to playing Red Alert all weekend and I am telling you, that game is addictive. If you haven't heard about it, Red Alert lets you play either the Soviet side or the Allied side. Simply put, it's a strategy game where you get to bomb each other off. Greatest game ever. Now I understand why kids always played them in Net Cafe's.

So, I haven't slept properly in two days and I still couldn't finish "Red Revolution" in the Soviet Campaign. They kept attacking me when I'm not ready. I guess I'm just not fast enough or my strategies just suck.

Friendster!

I had a blog before with Friendster but the posts there were just too damn depressing even for my taste. I thought the hell with it, it's time for a new one. So, I opened this blog.

But then I thought it would be easier to promote this one so through friendster, so I re-opened the account. All the posts you'll see there are also here. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing with two blogs...

Visit me at http://rhymer.blogs.friendster.com/wyrd/ and while you're at it, invite me as a friend too; I'm not totally anti-social, you know.

Training Doggies!

Our doggie, Piglet, crying in pain as the stupid crippled neighbor trainer hit him over and over again for not sitting at his command. It makes my head boil just thinking about it. Found this site among my comments in my friendster page this morning: "Dog Training Tips" (http://best-dog-ever.blogspot.com/) by some dude called Nervin. One of the posts enumerates the different way to train a dog. A portion of it says:

"Finally fear training methods should also be considered. This typically involves scaring a dog through shouting, loud noises, throwing objects or other actions which will invoke fear in the dog. This method is not as effective as the other methods and can be more problematic. While there are some trainers who believe in this type of training, many would recommend reward and praise training instead. Fear training may produce the desired result of having a dog perform a desired behavior but the dog will be responding out of fear as opposed to in an effort to please the trainer."

I should print a copy of this post and show it to my dad. And then I'd shove the paper down my stupid neighbor's throat for torturing my doggie.

Idolizing the Insane

I’ve always thought in due time a comic book immortalizing the works of a mass murderer/serial killer would be made. Apparently, someone already did.

I was surfing the net yesterday looking for Invader Zim pictures when I ran across this comic book: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. It was created by the Jhonen Vasquez, the same dude who created Invader Zim.

Johnny C., the main character, is an insane mass murderer who kills people and paints a section of a wall in his house with their blood to "keep the thing from behind the wall from getting out". The only "friends" he has are "Nailbunny" a pet rabbit he "fed once and then nailed to the wall", and two doughboys "Mr. Fuck" or "Mr. Eff" and "Psycho doughboy"; all of which are voices inside his head. And the only girl who came close to stirring his feelngs, he tried to kill.

Although he kills innocent people for as simple as not turning the smoothie machine on, or using a word he didn’t like, most of his victims are actually assholes. He has a wierd sense of right and wrong. At one time, after being resurrected from hell, he met a rapist who idolized him and killed in his name. He ended up killing him saying "Though this gets me no absolution, I would never do what you did to that girl!!"

Even if brutal in most scenes, most of his murders are actually funny and a little sad at the same time. He constantly tries to kills himself and the only time he actually succeeded (convinced by one of the voices in his head, Mr. Eff) Satan brought him back to life, minus most of his hair. There are also other characters that eventually had their own strips, like Squee, the bullied little boy who lives next door to NNy; and Happy Noodle Boy, the comics created by NNy making it a comic within a comic.

Johnny C.'s charm lies on the fact that he does only what most of us want to do, as gruesome, utterly morbid, and totally insane as it may be, and he gets away with it. He feels what most people feel and is not afraid to do something about it, although killing and torturing people may be a little over the top. Jhonen Vasquez describes NNy in "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: Director's Cut" as:

"Not much is known about Johnny's story. All we do know is that his parents were killed by an evil man, thus setting the course for NNy's life as a masked crime fighter. Or, perhaps not. At present, NNY is more his own enemy than any external mind could be, what with the decomposure of what may have been, at one time, a fine, intelligent mind. Johnny is, possibly, more hideously mentally malformed than the people he seems to think have ruined his world. He's not a loser, he's simply lost."

Ah, a comic book featuring a human with a real human mindset. A hero who murders annoying people and gets away with. If anyone here in the Phils have the comic book series, I’d like them please… leave a message.

*All images are copyrighted to Jhonen Vasquez

Meet Piglet

For some reason, my dad agreed to adopt a new dog. He's part Doberman, I think. And because my sister GIR was late to come home, I got to name him: Piglet... i thought it suited him, sue me.

Piglet's a bit too energetic for my taste; he keeps on playfully biting my leg whenever I pass his dog house which is kind of annoying when you're tired and you just want to sit down. And when we unchain him, he runs around the house and tears all the fabrics he can lay his fangs on.

My dad tortured Piglet last night. He had him trained by our neighbor to follow the "sit" order. Apparently, in order for the dog to learn you have to cause him great pain by hitting him repeatedly whenever he got it wrong. Now the poor dog's traumatized, he won't come near anyone walking on hind legs. I'll give Piglet a year, then he'll either haul us to court for assault and battery, run away and find new humans, or maul us to death.

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I've been trying to set up a web page with Tripod.Lycos. I didn't realize it would be so hard. How do you set up links and folders for it? Like for example, in blogs when you click a title of a post, it shows the whole post along with the comments attached to it. How do I do that? On top of my ignorance in webpage creation, my internet connection keeps getting cut off; plus I'm doing this in office hours so...

If someone knows a website where I could learn how to make a nice webpage without making my nose bleed, please send the link to me.

Puppy Love

My family is extremely unlucky with pets. In total we’ve had four pets, and excluding fishes: three dogs and one family of cats and all pets have had horrible ends.

The cats were from a long time ago when my sisters and I were young; they chose our garage as their house and we couldn’t lose them. But there was a fire in our neighborhood, it reached our house so it pretty much got drenched and the cats disappeared.

Our first dog we named Warren (long story). He was a handsome little thing who terrorized the entire subdivision. Everyone hated him. Because we all went to school and none of us really wanted to take care of him, we didn’t put a leash on him and let him go around on his own. So, as unguided children often do when left unsupervised, he rebelled against us. He became the gang leader of the un-leashed dogs in our subdivision. Along with his friends, he wrestled garbage cans down, chased little children, pooped on other people’s yard, he probably got a lot of girlfriends pregnant too.

One day my sisters found him weezing on the living room floor. He was pooping blood and whimpering like it hurt. We still don’t know what happened to him. One of his gang members probably got jealous and slipped him some MSG in his food so he could take over their gang.

Our next dog was given by my cousin which we named Paris Nicole, after Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. She was half Japanese Spitz and half Labrador so she had a Spitz’ fluffy fur and a Labrador’s size. Paris was pretty but she was also too energetic and stubborn. She refused to eat anything but fish which was causing her to loose hair, and ran around the house like she was possessed; she also almost bit a small child who went too near the gate. So one day I got home she was gone. My sister Grrr told me that our dad had a huge arguement with Paris that morning and the next thing she knew, Paris was gone. My sisters and I surmised that she found a handsome boy dog, got married and is now living in a little hut in the middle of a prairie; in short, she’s probably dead.

~more next time...

Jose Rizal's Rival

Manny Pacquiao won by split decision against Juan Manuel Marquez yesterday in Las Vegas vying for the WBC 130-pound title.

No, I didn't watch. The moment my dad opened the television and tuned into the fight, I went in my room and slept until 6 in the evening. I don't get boxing: two men in gloves hitting each other trying to know who can knock the other first. If I wanted to watch boys trying to kill each other, I'd just go to any school and watch the fraternities throw molotov cocktails at each other.

But anyway, Manny's victory was on the news early in the morning along with the ZTE-NBN witness Jun Lozada moaning on television saying how his life is so miserable and how his wife is having counseling (Well then, the next time you decide to snitch on the government, predict and deal with the consequences. You don't honestly believe you can do that and live normally, do you? I don't condone corruption but please, if you decide to reveal what you know, don't whine when the government gives you a hard time. Honestly, I don't know how he's managed to still be alive. If this happened in other countries, he'd be dead by now. It's either the powers that be are trying to take on the humanitarian point of view and decided they can battle it out with him or they're just slow on the uptake.) so I couldn't really help but hear what happened.

There's something I'm confused about though. Manny Pacquiao is being dubbed as a "Bagong Bayani", why? What did he do? Did he save the nation from corrupting influences? Did he open the eyes of the masses to the corruption of the government? Did he write an emotionally and intellectually moving novel in order to fight colonials? President Arroyo says in light of this confusing time, Manny Pacquiao had managed to unite the people of our country. You mean it only takes a boxing match to unite the nation?

Maybe we should abolish the government and build boxing rings in place of court rooms; let the complainants and defendants box each other and the winner will get what he wants and Manny Pacquiao can be the referee. There would be monuments, his face will be engraved in paper money reminding us of the brilliance of his idea, the courage it took for him to go out there and fight those foreigners so he could get millions of pesos, oh wait, that's not it, so he could get uh... peace in our country... with boxing! Manny Pacquiao can be the new Jose Rizal, Jose Rizal with boxing gloves.