As Smoketh and I were standing in the rain hoveled under 1 tiny umbrella it came to our attention that tonight’s lotto jackpot is 400 million pesos. Nothing big, just… 400 million pesos! This is a lot of money even… Read More ›
Blogs
There Are The Normal People, And Then.
Finally got to do final editing and illustrations on our fatty liver booklet along with Hurricane K, and this early we are telepathically coercing you to buy the book because all proceeds will go to Sagip-Buhay. Sagip-Buhay is cool because… Read More ›
The AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Awards
I know that in the spirit of BOTD I always scream AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH (insert more AHAHAHAHAH’s here) in my blog entries when I don’t do it in real life, so I hereby present the AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH winners for the month (parang hindi… Read More ›
TCBAJFMAS Features: Callistus Netromedev
Four people have recently asked me who the fuck my best bud Callistus Netromedev is. This is not an unnecessary expletive, they really asked me, “Who the fuck is Callistus Netromedev?” Callistus has recently re-emerged in a few of my… Read More ›
HMBAB!!!!
“Who’s in charge of patient 12?” I asked as I raided the clerks’ callroom. “Nasa ward po. Yung kamuka ni Jestoni Alarcon,” the clerkies said in unison. I ran to the ward and saw Jestoni Alarcon in the flesh taking… Read More ›
Kudos
Wherein I give kudos to the things, people, stuff, and drugs that deserve them this week. Yes, we can transform from P.U.S.S.Y. to posi in a matter of seconds, because lithium rules. 1. KUDOS to: ice scramble galore I have… Read More ›
PUSSY
If there is a male version of menstruation this must be it, although I can’t quite lay a finger on what this is. It was better in a way back when I still had a gallbladder which would give me… Read More ›
The Haikufication of Smoketh, Tennille, and Callistus N.
On to our continued quest to haikufy everything, as everything can be reduced to a haiku: the geometry of flower petals, the rates of water dripping, feelings such as hatred, even diseases such as Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, blather blather blather, because… Read More ›
Feydruta
Back then as high school seniors we would go to the local public schools and teach stuff about Jesus and stuff. And these elementary kids are sharp. One of them has asked Paulita Gomez how she would explain the 3-in-1… Read More ›
For More! Cannibalism.
And because someone else made patol to my quest for haikufication of everything, I now present to you another entry by a reader, which she has composed while we were uncomfortably ensconced in some dark, mapanghi stairwell somewhere. She has… Read More ›
Ever Ever Ever!!!
And just when you thought I couldn’t go any lower, here I am cannibalizing the comment–the only comment at that ha ha ha–and using it to fill up blog space! But truly, Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore’s haiku is worth… Read More ›
What Broad Shoulders You ALL Have
Just recently most everyone in the department have (has?) been sporting the black-maroon Department of Internal Medicine jackets brought about by the efforts of HIV who made karir to make sure this would come to fruition despite the disseminated chikinini… Read More ›
Failure to Shop
I think I’ve blogged a few blogs ago that I’ve been thinking of going shopping for clothes, shoes, watch, etc. in one swoop, which I must now report was a complete failure as my money immediately went elsewhere, in particular:… Read More ›
Closure Crap
Ligawin ang kaibigan kong si Data Scanner. Lahat ng klase ng tao nanligaw na sa kanya. Totoo, saksi ako sa lahat ng ito, kaya tingin ko alam na alam na nya dapat ang siyensya ng pagiging ligawin. Pero kung pagiging… Read More ›
Feelings
No one can say I didn’t try. I did, I really did (in a whiny voice). I offered comic books (the Marvel ones I didn’t like hee hee hee), offered love advice, I even debased–DEBASED!!!– myself and said I could… Read More ›
BF!
We’ve tried everything (within the norms of decency), and yet we still failed to breed some form of romantic relationship within the batch. We have all formed all sorts of strange surrogant relationships– Amor Fati is my surrogate mother, and… Read More ›
Men Who Live Spartan Lives
I take pride in my pretensions that I live a spartan life, that I live in abject poverty, that I hate pleasure, that to be happy is to be arrogant, and all that crap, which is quite pointless as everyone… Read More ›
Unfettered
On the ride back home with everyone fatigued and spent I plugged on my trusty iPod and turned up Tiny Dancer by Elton John, which I particularly liked after seeing Almost Famous 10 years ago. Although I pretend to be… Read More ›
Yum Yum!
One of my biggest–yes, BIGGEST!!!–dreams has been to put up a bonfire on the beach in one of our outings with everyone sitting together around the fire and looking good and slick and wet and hot and probably with someone… Read More ›
Dagta
Eventually I would have to run out of things to write about and that is expected with things coming to an end very soon. This is not to say that I have not prepared for this eventuality, however, because there… Read More ›