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__________________________________________________________________________________________________ August 20, 2008  So this is the olympics. A proud tradition of athletes pushing themselves to the highest degree of physical demand with the entire world looking on...with cheerleaders in shorts and midriff showing?
Bad sportsmanship Shawn Johnson And what happend to the mcdonalds olympic game where you use to get coupons and win food depending on what sport you picked. Did they do away with that? I remember always getting a disproportionate amount of some obscure sport like air pistol or badminton where usa always lost. Posted by yumyumcha at 10:53 AM August 17, 2008  To celebrate the beijing olympics, we had a dinner party where my friend jessica roasted a free range organic duck from montana via cartoonist steve weismann. Apparently, his parents do some bartering and somehow, "ribs" is the recipient of some chickens and ducks through the mail. But not alive. Because that would be weird. And check check check out the cake for dessert - it has a chocolate teapot on top! Everyone has nice smiles in this pic. There should be an olympic sport for smiling. Do we really need two different events for martial arts, judo and tae kwon do? What happen to muy thai and wing chun kung fu? Regardless, get rid of one of the sports and replace it with smiling. I think it would make a happier world Posted by yumyumcha at 12:16 AM July 28, 2008 The san diego comic con would be heaven except its too crowded and too smelly but aside from that, everyone is pretty damn happy. Some purists complain that the convention has now been diluted with video games, movies and other assorted pop culture vendors that have nothing to do with flying men in tights but personally I don't care nor do the other 125,000 attendees that crowd the aisle. Besides, its less of a sausage fest now with cute girls and some of them dressed up too. That's the spirit! Here's a few pics...  Happy flying pikachu greets me as I enter the convention. Yes, it will be a beautiful day.  Why so angry?   Dr. Girlfriend and Henchmen of the venture brothers cartoon were popular this year.  Go Go Yabari! Good handmade costume (the jacket was bought at a thriftstore and she made the patch) with a great looking flying mace.  Some girls just walk around in white lingerie. At least she go the right lingerie and matching boots!  Anyone remember topanga of boy meets world?  Harold and Kumar? Ha, I end up with the girl from the elevator. Thats paula garces  I've seen candace kita at comic con for the last 4 years. I use to think she was some dumb import model but she's a legitimate actress getting small roles here and there. She is the worst height for me. Too tall to kiss her lips, too short to kiss her boobs.  Olivia munn of G4's, attack of the show. She actually appreciates her fans cuz she knows she's nobody without a bunch of geeks surrounding her. Her PR person yanked my arm but I got this shot off at the last minute. Ha!  Bumped into kozyndan at the star wars booth. They're great!  Megaman. I think it was a girl in the costume. I could see her panty outlines.
Posted by yumyumcha at 08:39 AM July 24, 2008
Softball superstitions (xtina is my co-pilot)
 Tonight is our last softball game of the season. The giant robot softball team have already clinched first place and the team we're playing is not that good. We've actually become friends with them and we all have our fun yelling at each other. But...I still have to do my game day ritual. It doesn't matter who the team is or what place we're in, I just have to do the things that I've been doing for the entire season Major baseball players do it too - superstitions or routines they abide by before or during the game or season. Pitcher curt schilling will jump to avoid every chalk line prior to the game while shortstop nomar garciaparra tugs and taps his batting gloves and wristbands in a sequence. Some players won't shave or cut their hair while a couple of giant robot players switched their pants once they had a break out game. Personally, I won't wash my baseball pants in the middle of the season because I'm afraid they'll shrink and nobody needs to see my pants any tighter than they already are. I also won't listen to Blur's, song number 2 because that was my anthem when I've played poorly or we had a bad season. I also won't listen to any journey, abba or barbara streisand (ok, normally I don't anyway but more so today) This is my play list now, in this particular order, which has served this season exceptionally well... Chirstina Aguilera - dirty At this point, I'm usually out the door and hopefully, to another victory. Posted by yumyumcha at 01:43 PM July 18, 2008  So martin says to me, "I'm going to put margot on the potty but you'll hear me grunt" and than I hear "enhhhh...enhhhh...enhhhh". Oh that doesn't sound good at all, but thats suppose to help 6 month old margot learn how to poop - some kind of audio stimili. Gosh, you learn something new every day. We went to the griffith observatory this afternoon. Not sure weather margot will grow up to be an astronomer, astronaut or astro-physicist. But either way, she'll be adorable. On a side note, I hope I'm not around when the parents have to teach her about the birds and the bees. And secondly, I hope its jenny and not martin. I hate to imagine what kind of noises he'd be making. Posted by yumyumcha at 07:26 AM July 15, 2008  No one likes to have "the talk" and usually no good comes out of it. There seems to be two kinds of conversations, the one where the guy says "hey I like you more than friends" in a very shaky voice which means your game sucked, you never held hands and now you resort to verbal desperation because surely she can't be that dumb (note: she's not) or the other one which is just general malaise and unhappiness with the relationship said in a deep voice. Mine was the latter and after weeks of building up my untolerance and practicing my barry white, I planned to have my "talk" with...my friend the escort. So I had my mental list of "why did you do that for, that's fucking ridiculous" or "are you shitting me, that's completely idiotic", and since I was driving us, she could not feign bad reception on the phone or decide to use the restroom for an exceptionally long time - I don't smell anything, get out of there! But apparently her grrl sense was tingling because when I came to pick her up, she gets in with a bundle of bags, bats her eyes and tells me she brought me some catfish to eat because she knows I like fish. No big deal cuz one catfish is not going to get her out of purgatory. I'm still ready to have unleash my fury. But wait. She brought 2 catfish which is very different. Not one but two. Two mints in one. Two hearts that beat as one. That's twice as much as the number one. One has basil and red peppers she fawns while the other is deep fried with a hot chili base. And a fresh mango as well. So now I'm completely confused because my mouth is trying to say one thing but its too busy salivating over that nights meal. So all I could say was "gaaa gaaa gaaa" and just so you know, "gaa gaa gaa" isn't conducive to a meaningful conversation. Fortunately, the next morning, we had our talk over a mango a go go from jamba juice. Everything seems to be pretty swell the last few days. I think. I don't know. Because you know, girls and their mysterious powers. Posted by yumyumcha at 12:36 AM July 11, 2008
Giant Robot Softball 2008 Spring - Champs
 Its difficult to say why two teams might hate each other while hate not being too strong a word at all. There is a certain disdain that the giant robot softball team has for the north end dude softball team and the feeling is mutual and with consent. With their abercrombie and fitch haircuts, 24 hour fitness bodies, and frat boy arrogance, they are the contrast of gr. We're the kids who parents are too busy working so we're left on the sidewalk to stay out of minor mischief only to get into torn pants trouble. The game was ugly and low scoring as neither teams could get much hitting done. PK threw them off balance with his high arc pitches but offensively, we seem to be pressing and over swinging. The score was 3 to 1 in their favor during the bottom of the 6th inning. We called the boys together and I wanted to say "mother fuckers, wonder twins power need to activate" but instead mumbled something nervously and incoherently. We were able to load the bases and michael walked up to the plate. He and I don't always agree on things, the team personel, the ethics of the game, kobe vs. shaq or the value of uwe bolle movies. I also don't like that my ex called him dreamy - but thats another story altogether. but thats another story altogether. However, when we go into the battle of the game, we always stand side by side. And so I guess the north end dudes were mouthing off, yelling at us causing anger in his heart...which is not a good thing because michael hits homeruns. A lot of them. The pitch came down and with a smooth stroke, he line drived the ball into the outfielders gap. Our team erupted and as michael rounded 3rd base toward home, he stared at the pretty boys and gave them the cut across the throat sign. Holy shit and oh no, they were not happy. So we were up 5 to 3. They rebounded quickly and we were down by 1 in the last inning. But there pitcher was shaky and you could see him surcomming to the pressure of the game. We continued to take walks causing fear and frustration in his eyes. The bases were loaded again and michael yells at me to get it out of the infield. I wasn't having a particularly good game but I can always hit the ball high and hard. I hit a sacrifice fly and the game was tied with men on 2nd and 3rd. They walked the lead off hitter to load the bases - thats the smart thing to do since they could create the force out. But bk came up and poked one down the third base line to bring in the winning run. Oh yea, they threw their glove on the ground in disgust while we celebrated like vikings in a castle. Maybe North End Dudes are really ok. I've never talked to them and maybe they do volenteer work on the weekends and help the elderly cross the street. Who knows but i do know this. They shouldn't use illegal bats after being warned by the umpire and bring alcohol to the field. Nor should they be sore losers and demean our win when shaking our hands at the end. Ahh, fuck them.  bottom row l to r: pk, bill, bk, mikey, chi * michael aka the stranger only appears when we want trouble.
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