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A conversation over the weekend with Brandon and his coworker Erik somehow got to Jeri Ryan and her freaky Senator-wannabe ex-husband and how he took her to sex clubs and wanted her to get all kinky with it and have sex with him in the clubs.

“Screw the sexy outfits. All I need is Jeri Ryan in her borg suit, man. Now, THAT’s hot. Seriously. Just fuck me in the astrometrics lab and that’s all I want.”

Erik has spoken.

Month of Celebration Songkran Festival

Thai New Year actually is on April 13, but for us Thais who LOVE to party, we technically shut down the country for a week to celebrate. Out in selected parts of Bangkok, and most part of the country, folks are drenching each other with water.

Oh yeah. When April is the hottest month of the year, you’d actually appreciate water being thrown at you.

This is, in a sense, the best time to be in Bangkok as most of the folks return to their countryside home villages for the holiday. It’s like Los Angeles during Thanksgiving.

Now. Should I splash my coworkers tomorrow? Just a wee little bit may be? Heeeheeeheeeeeee….

Original post has been moved and modified into the permanent display at the OakMonster’s DREAMBOAT page.

I’m a semi-faithful fan of VH1 Top 20 Countdown. I watch that on Saturday/Sunday morning after I do yoga. Mostly I’d flip between that and Food Network, but nonetheless, it’s like Saturday morning cartoon for me.

This weekend, VH1 introduces the new format: VSPOT Top 20. So now, not only how Top 20 is determined is changed, instead of the methods they use before which was a mix of video spin, airplay and requests, the host is also changed.

From the colorful Aamer Haleem (and before that the pretty and plucky Rachel Perry), to some bald dude named Matt Whateverhislastnameis with an accent…oh I don’t know between them New Yawk and Bwaston accents.

The guy has no personality. Absolutely boring.

After a long time of trying to find “Contact” or “Feedback” feature on VH1.com, which by the way I don’t think it exists, I had to give in and sign up on VH1 site, and track down their message board (which for some godforsaken reason I can’t do it through Mozilla), and post my dissatisfaction with their new Top 20 format.

My god. What do they have against a simple Comment/Feedback form!??!?!?!?

So much for getting all nice, energized but relaxed from doing yoga this morning. *sigh*

Other than that, this afternoon I’m getting together with a few girl friends to watch “Brokeback Mountain” while our manly-man husbands go off and do whatever manly-man things they do.

It’s interesting to see how people react to the sound of “Brokeback Mountain”. “Urgh. I’ll never see that movie in my life time,” and “I don’t want anything to do with that movie,” are coming out of the mouths of people you thought were open-minded and open-hearted.

Oh well. That’s just too bad.

Then again, I’m more liberal than many people I guess.

Perhaps I’m the last person on earth to realize this, but the mega hit “Don’t know why” by Norah Jones is a dirty, dirty, DIRTY song!

Gosh. And to think everyone falls for the sultry, sweet voice and mellow melodies. Read the frelling lyrics!

I waited ’til I saw the sun
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I left you by the house of fun
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind
Forever

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I’ll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone

My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind
Forever

Something has to make you run
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come

Bush Wants Capacity to Make 125 Nukes a Year

Yep. We are all gonna die.

I can always count on my friend Terence to make me laugh. Here’s our email correspondence yesterday.

TB: Here’s a picture of Chris’ kid.

Me: Heh. Looks like dad and son were wearing the same clothes there too. Speaking of cute babies, check out my blogger-friend Chris “Rude Cactus”’s future generation geek baby.

TB: Very cute. Kinda looks like you when Brandon reads old scripts from ‘Star Trek: Deep Space Nine’.

Me: Feh. I prefer “Star Trek: The Next Generation”, thanks.

TB: Please accept my humblest apologies for my offense, Ms. Boren. I was quite unaware of your distaste for ‘Deep Space’. It was an egregious error that shall not happen again. I beg of you, please do not tell my family for it would bring great shame and emotional devestation upon them. Especially my brother, who has a weak heart and even weaker mind. [signed] Terence “Worf” B.

Me: ROFL. You guys must be bored today. Do I have your permission to blog this?

TB: Yes, slow today. And yes, you can blog whatever you want, dearie. BTW- what does ROFL mean?

A contribution from my friend Elan “Glamour Geek” who now lives in the UK.

We’ve decided to dive in with the current LOST episodes. We just finished all of season one DVDs this weekend, and we had last week’s TIVO’ed.

I couldn’t wait to find out what’s going on any more. So, last night, we jumped ahead with what we missed so far with Season 2, and hit “play”.

Oh, we soooo have to read up on what we’ve missed. We got the gist of what’s in the button, the alarm, and the hatch. We understand where Michelle Rodriguez come from but we have yet to find out how they found them, and we still want to find out whatever happens to Michael and Walt.

And so far, I’m still making the right calls on what the twist is. Been pretty good at guessing what’s coming up next so far.

By the way, I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks Sawyer is super duper hot despite him being an asshole. Damn. Damn! DAMN!