April 2003

Even heroes of the republic hang out on Friendster

by Joey deVilla on April 30, 2003

Case in point: Wicket W. Warrick the Ewok, hero of the Battle of Endor, has his own Friendster page.

I wonder if he’ll be friends with me.

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Dentata

by Joey deVilla on April 30, 2003

(Just so you know, this posting makes mention of female body parts “below the equator”. Read at your own risk.)

Char came over for dinner last night, and over pork chops and salad, she explained the short story she was working on.

“It’s about this woman who has teeth in her vagina,” she said, with the nonchalance of an airline stewardess pointing out the oxygen masks during the safety demonstration.

Vagina dentata [link extremely unsafe for work],” I said in acknowledgement.

“Exactly. And she uses these teeth. She dresses up as a novice nun and goes to clubs and bars, where she tricks men into thinking that they’re taking advantage of her. Then she bites their dicks off.”

“Eugh,” said Paul and I, almost simultaneously.

“But you know, she eventually falls in love.”

“Of course,” I replied.

I think she’s been reading too much Chuck Palahniuk.

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So very wrong: the Fat Kreme

by Joey deVilla on April 30, 2003

Jet Lin (not to be confused with Jet Li) came up with a vile food idea. When a Krispy Kreme store opened in a mall across the hall from a Fatburger restaurant, he was inspired to invent the Fat Kreme: a Fatburger with two Krispy Kreme glazed originals replacing the bun. Here’s what it looks like…

Photo: The Fat Kreme -- a fat burger with two Krispy Kreme donuts replacing the bun.

The Fat Kreme. This is terribly, terribly wrong.

…and there’s a photo essay featuring Jet actually eating the Fat Kreme. My arteries are clogging at the mere sight of the photos, and I’m sure Dr. Atkins is spinning in his low-carb grave.

Luckily, while we do have a couple of Krispy Kreme stores here in Accordion City, I don’t think there’s a Fatburger anywhere outside the United States. But please don’t mention this to my brother-in-law or my friend Jeremy — they may still try this Krispy Kreme trick with burgers from another chain.

[Found via Anil Dash’s weblog, which in turn led me to Neonepiphany.]

Recommended reading

Krispy Shots! Fine liquor and a Krispy Kreme donut. Barney Gumbel meets Homer Simpson.

Krispy Kreme wedding cake! I’m having one of these at my wedding. I suppose I should scrounge up a fiancee first.

Believe it or not, you can buy or make low-carb donuts. I have no idea how they taste.

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Butterfly wings

by Joey deVilla on April 30, 2003

I have been told that I’m too damned lucky, and this story serves as more evidence for that argument.

On Saturday, March 29th, my entire family — all of whom, save me, are doctors — were going to attend a gala dinner/dance for the Filipino-Canadian Medical Association. I was also going to attend. Although I am not a doctor, I am the family’s smoothest public speaker, and they commissioned me to rock the mic and be the MC for the evening. I even had a couple of Toastmaster’s Club-style jokes ready.

However, in light of the SARS epidemic, it was decided that gathering a large number of Asian medical professionals in the same room might not be such a hot idea. The gala was postponed until a date to be determined later.

This turned out to be a good thing for two reasons:

Had the gala not been cancelled and had New Girl and I not gone out on the town, I might be drastically worse off today.

It’s amazing how such a tiny change of plans can have major consequences.

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Reading material

by Joey deVilla on April 29, 2003

When my friend and I wandered through the residential neighbourhood of the Annex, we passed by a house which had a box of books that had been left out for the garbage collectors and passers-by to pick up. It was full of two kinds of books: math texts and must-haves for feminist’s library.

“Care to ratiocinate what sort of person lives here?” I asked my friend. (“Ratiocinate” is a verb I’m trying to popularize.)

Nestled between several calculus texts — which I didn’t really want — and a copy of The Handmaid’s Tale — which I already have — was a hardcover copy of Richard Friedberg’s An Adventurer’s Guide to Number Theory. Cool!

(Maybe not cool. We stopped by Future Bakery and the girl at the counter, upon seeing the book, thought I was some kind of nut.)

Other books on my current reading list include:

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Girl Trouble 2.0

by Joey deVilla on April 29, 2003

We’re on our second sunny day with twenty-degree temperatures outside (that’s 70 for my American friends) here in Accordion City. It’s finally spring, which for me means:

Bring on the Girl Trouble!

(The good kind, not the sort that I’d experienced recently.)

Carson lends a hand

I attended the Sunday night edition of Kickass Karaoke at the Rivoli. It’s a mellower, laid-back version of the original event, which still takes place at the Bovine Sex Club on the middle Wednesday of each month. I joined the table of die-hards, which included rockmeister Jeff Kahl, Erik (a.k.a. “Mr. Eighties”), Tara “Rogue” Hunt, and Meryle “Cute ADD Poster Child” Cox. Carson T. Foster, ringmaster of Kickass Karaoke for the past four years, ran the event with his usual panache.

As usual, I brought my accordion. I ended up backing up a helluva lot of people that night on a helluva lot of numbers, including Heart’s Magic Man, Young MC’s Bust a Move, AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap and Carole King’s I Feel the Earth Move. You can see Carson’s photos from the night (featuring me wearing the Pants of Power, no less!) here.

On that last number, I backed up a cute girl who flirted with me quite a bit and invited me to opening night for her latest artwork this Saturday (Thank you once again, magic accordion!). After she left for the night, Carson caught up with me at the bar.

Carson: Hey, I read your blog about the New Girl. Sorry to hear about that. You deserve better.

Me: Thanks, Carson, that’s really nice of you to say!

Carson: I’ve been there, man. By the way, that offer in my email still stands. If you need to work out some frustrations, I’ve got that 75-pound punching bag at my place.

Me: Hey, cool. I’m not upset about it any more, but I’ve never worked out with a punching bag before. Sounds like fun.

Carson: It is. You know, I’ve had my share of psycho chicks. You and me, we could start a support group.

Me: It would be a hit.

Carson: By the way — {cute girl who invited me to her show} might be sort of flaky. Just be careful, ‘kay?

Awwwwww. People are looking out for me. That’s so sweet.

“Is your accordion friend single?”

Yesterday, I caught up with my friend Nicole Cheung, whom I haven’t seen in a while and we wnet for coffee. I’d run into her on Sunday afternoon, and we made plans to catch up. Here’s how our conversation went.

Nicole: I think my friend likes you. After we saw you on Sunday, she asked about you.

Me: Which friend?

Nicole: The friend who was beside me when you and your friend ran into us on Sunday.

I was walking about the Annex area of Accordion City with a friend from out of town when we ran into Nicole and company. That conversation went like this:

Nicole: Hey, Joey!

Me: Hey, Nicole!

Nicole’s Friend 1: (to me) Hey! You’ve got an accordion!

Nicole’s Friend 2: Do you play it?

My friend: Compulsively.

We did some introductions, a little catching up and then my friend and I continued on our way. Nicole tells me that the conversation went like this:

Nicole’s friend 1: Hey, is your accordion friend single?

Nicole: I think so. I saw something about a new girl on his blog, but I didn’t read it. It looks like it’s over though.

Nicole’s friend 1: What’s his sign?

Nicole: Better watch out. He’s a Scorpio. You know how they are.

Nicole’s friend 1: Oooooooh. Scorpio. I like.

Nicole: I think he’s into the tying-up thing.

Nicole’s friend 1: I could be into the tying-up thing.

(I dated a dominatrix back in 2000 and now I’m branded for life. Geez.)

As wary as I am of people who use peoples’ astrological signs as some kind of gauge, I told Nicole to give her friend my number. Scorpios are supposed to be dark, mysterious and sexy, and it just so happens that so am I!

We’ll see what happens.

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Vested interest

by Joey deVilla on April 29, 2003

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw a flyer the upcoming pro-pot/hemp rally, The Million Marijuana March. At the bottom, it read:

Sponsored by Amato Pizza

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