This is kinda old now but if you haven’t heard about it, Michael “Kramer” Richards went all KKK on some black audience members who’d heckled him during a comedy performance. Paul Mooney makes a good point in the clip: racial jokes are allowed as long as they have an out, that there’s a punchline but Michael Richards wasn’t joking so he had no excuses.
And there’s also the unwritten rule that if you make derogatory racial jokes, they better be aimed at your own people. That was how Michael Richards explained his anti-Semitic jokes that he told a few months back: he was Jewish so he’s allowed to. Except that he ain’t really Jewish either. Oy vey.
So here’s the clip of Paul Rooney giving his thoughts about the incident. Watch till the end: the joke that he used to make his point is funny.
My mom was in full aggro mode today. And here’s why.
A “workman” and I use the term loosely (also why it’s in quotes) came to the house yesterday to flatten the backyard with a mini bulldozer and remove some brick pavings. This was in preparation for the building to be done soon. He left having felled three panels of fencing facing the opposing neighbour.
As a building contractor, he should have known he can’t dig too close to the fencing. Otherwise, they’d collapse. But fine, accidents happen right? You learn from your mistakes right? N-uh.
He came back again today, and mom specifically said to him, “Do not dig too near the fences.” She even had our two neighbours come by to watch the proceedings. And what did the dick wad do? He broke another two panels from the fencing facing our next-door neighbour. This amidst them all yelling over the noise of the bulldozer, “Stop, stop, STOP!!!”
AND he broke a water pipe. Fucktastic.
Mom was lost for words, a very rare happening. So she apologised to the neighbours and said to the “workman” to patch up the broken panels temporarily until she can get a fence builder to repair the fences. And he said,
Are you going to pay me for that?
To which mom said,
Pay you? You’re lucky I’m not asking you to pay for the damages!!!
And what did the fucktard do? He stormed off home. This ain’t ha-ha funny. This is just sad funny. You would laugh but you are also crying inside.
That wasn’t the worst of it. Mom could have sworn she caught a whiff of alcohol from him when they were arguing. A drunk psychotic man in a bulldozer. Ho ho ho. You can’t top this. Or can you?
Depending on the woman, I can be friends with someone who has rejected me. But I definitely cannot be friends with an ex. I’d shed friends who’ve disappointed me one way or another – a break up is no less of a reason to not be friends with someone. No matter who’s right or wrong, there’s no good breakup, no matter how much one can pretend it to be. And in my view, once you’ve gone beyond being friends, how can you just “drop” back one level after? It doesn’t work for me.
I is not sentimental. Not only can’t I be friends with an ex, I don’t keep anything which would remind me of them either. Gifts, gushy love notes, clothing – I give it away or I throw it all out. I make the same surgical cuts from my life when it comes to ex-loves as much as I do to people who’ve outlived my friendship. Perhaps even more so.
It’s a cold and cynical approach but I don’t need baggage to drag me down. And I don’t want baggage to spoil the next relationship that I get into. I think approaching a new relationship with a clean slate is healthier than being all “spoilt goods” about it.
I have remembered the good times and I have moved on. Dwelling on the past ain’t gonna bring back a lost love, unless you are lucky enough to revisit it. Then again, I don’t believe in that either. Ch-yeah, think I will die a cynical old bastard. Rock on.
Even though I got the Xbox 360 on the weekend, I still managed to get out and about on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Yes, my life is quite balanced like that.
Last night, after going to Northbridge on Saturday nights consistently for the past 4 or 5 years, Simon and I decided to try out Fremantle. First stop was Harbourside. Impressions were not good. The place had a funny smell throughout and the DJs can’t mix. Cover was only $5 but it wasn’t worth it. And that is why I don’t have photos of the place.
The only place left was the safe choice: Metro Freo. It used to be the sister club of Metro City but they are under different management now.
We were not dissapointed. They play house music, and the layout is similar to Metro City with 2 chambers and multiple bars across 2 levels. In the end, I still preferred Northbridge – the crowd is more diverse and there are more nightspots. So if we didn’t like a place, we could easily hop from place to place. Not so in Fremantle. However, Metro Freo was a good find.
After Metro Freo, we had the usual kebab supper at Nicks Place.
Sunday afternoon, we headed to The Cott around 4:30pm. On a very warm day, the sea breeze in Cottesloe was a very welcome relief. We were looking forward to the cold beer. And the hot chickies in summer dresses. Woohoo!
The beer garden was very packed by the time we got in.
Two and a half hours later, we left to head home. And the queue by now was longer and moving slower. Go earlier to avoid dissapointment.
I’ve succumbed to the temptation of the Xbox 360. Initially I had wanted a Nintendo Wii for its revolutionary controller and style of play. But the Xbox has the killer app.
A killer app in tech vernacular is a piece of software that makes you want to get the hardware to run it. And for the Xbox 360, it is “Gears of War”. The clever ad and gameplay trailer got me hooked a few weeks back, and I’ve been doing my research ever since.
Will be running around a few shops tomorrow checking out prices and the bundles. I expect to be $700-800 poorer tomorrow. Or two month’s time anyway – am using my credit card. Woohoo!
