Control the message and your enemies can't use it against you...

Summoned to a Texas court last fall, DeLay was fingerprinted and photographed like a common criminal. But what a mug shot. Immaculately groomed in jacket and tie, DeLay grinned from ear to ear, looking more like he had just won the lottery, rather than someone who was facing charges of money laundering. That was the point: control the message and your enemies can't use it against you.

Straight from the AP -- Lessons from The Right.

I Heart Vince

My co-workers announced at lunch today that Vincent Gallo died. I was surprised, then bummed. The first time I heard of Vincent Gallo was during Thanksgiving weekend when we rented BUFFALO 66, which I thought was excellent. Since then, the movie has popped up in my thoughts from time-to-time.

I emailed the group of folks I saw the movie with and relayed the sad news. Jane responded that she couldn't find any details on the web. Harkim said our friend has a friend who has a friend who parties with Vince, so he'll find out. In the meantime, I searched the web and found Vince's official website, maintained by Vince himself. Dude... Vince is fuckin crazy cool. I had no idea. The shit on his website is brilliant. He has a merchandise section in which he sells his old crappy possessions, and people buy it! I love it.

I began doing more research on him and delightfully discovered that he's funny too. Funny in an arrogant insecure neurotic way, like his character in Buffalo 66. Super irreverant. Quite racist and homophobic... but c'mon... he's a fuckin Italian from Buffalo! You might think that comment's harsh (or racist), but I know Vince would appreciate it. Anyway, I decided I'm going to write him a letter... if he's still alive, that is.

Harkim was on the same tip. He forwarded to us this essay Vince wrote for Dutch Magazine. After I read it, I was hooked.

DYY formally declares herself a fan of Vincent Gallo.

Brown Bunny, anybody?

"It's funny-sad," said his mother

Tonkhero alerted me to this article in the paper today about Trevor Corneliusen from Olympia, Washington. Trevor is my hero. A classic stoner. Well, the article never actually mentions Big-T taking any illicit drugs, but we all know better. Here are the facts: (1) He's from Olympia; (2) He's an artist; (3) He retreats to the Mojave Desert each winter to "meditate"; (4) He comes up with a bright idea to chain his ankles with links and a padlock to pose for a sketched self portrait, and then (5) he loses the key!! And finally, to prove he was high on some good ass kush, he gets himself out of the stupid stoner scenerio and survives! Like a classic stoner survivor with a zest for life, he hobbles for 12 hours and 5 miles "through sand and scrub brush, using a wooden pole for a walking stick, before reaching a gas station in Baker to call for help."

My next joint will be dedicated to you, Big-T. You will be in my thoughts.

We're not losing our voices!

It tickled my fancy today to discover that yesterday's article in the LA Times about the "dying" dialect of Cantonese made it to the MOST EMAILED STORIES section. It's no wonder why. Not only did I forward the link to all my Canto homies in LA (plus BF who needs to learn more about my people) but everyone and their grandmas forwarded the link to me! I felt oddly proud. I did kinda hope that the article would make the section. But I can't tell if I'm proud due to the mass exposure and interest of the article (and, therefore, my people) or that my friends read the paper...

The mass forwards triggered several interesting conversations, mostly about the reverie of our tongue. Like how Cantonese is so vibrant and colorful. Edgy. How no other language or dialect has the variety of slang we have. And thanks to the article, my long-standing belief that Mandarin is a dialect closer to royalty is FALSE. Mandarin was simplified by the Communist government for the proletariat class, which is nice and sweet. Very egalitarian. However, Cantonese is a far superior dialect. Sorry.

As a courtesy, Joe Mak emailed us words of wisdom and knowledge to share with our kin and future generations to ensure that we never, ever lose our voices:

Diu Lei Lo Mo (fuck your mother)
Lei Lo Mo Hi (your mother's pussy)
Lo Mo Chow Hi (mother's stinky pussy)
Diu Gow Chow Hi (fucking stinking pussy)
Hui Sei A Lei (go and die)
Lei Go Lun Yeung (your dick face)
Yak See Lun Yeung (eat shit dick face)

Speaking of Philip Michael Thomas...

Everyone wants to be Tubbs. But not everyone can be Tubbs, you know?

("Tubbs" posing with my girl Kathy Jue at an 80s Halloween Party 2004)

Coming Soon to Theaters Near You

MIAMI VICE, The Movie!

Ok, folks, I love me some Jamie Foxx (especially from the days of In Livin' Color) but I'm convinced no one can play the character of Detective Ricardo "Rico" Tubbs as well as Philip Michael Thomas.

In fact, am I the only one who felt Jamie Foxx wasn't a convincing Ray Charles? All I saw when I was watching RAY was that fool who got dissed by Halle Barry in BOOMERANG. Still, I'm super happy Jamie won that Oscar. Not as happy as when Denzel won his, but still pretty damn elated.

Welcome, Biatches!

After months of debate and introspection, I decided to join the self-absorbed, self-indulgent, self-grandiose community of boring bloggers. I mean, who really cares, right? So why am I bloggin'? Because I too am absorbed, indulgent and grandiose... and fortunately not boring. Why should only the inane have a voice? I, on the other hand, have a lovely voice. Anyway, it doesn't matter because all of this doesn't matter... at the end of the day, no one is going to care but me. Plus, it doesn't harm anyone or anything... but I hope it does one day, God-willing.

I know, I'm late in the game. Joe Mak, my WebMaster Digerati (WMD), had a blog on his own web page when I first met him in 1998, when blogs weren't even called blogs. Joe's been done with blogs since the Y2K. He's moved on to other forms of technology that is beyond my analog comprehension. Harkim also commented that blogs are soooo 2004. Well, fuck you guys. As I have only been the proprietor of my very own personal computer since 2005, I find myself quite avant garde starting a blog in 2006. And you know what they say... better late than pregnant!