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Walking Dead’s Glenn episode ftw

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Episode six of Walking Dead season 2 was probably the best episode evar.  Dating back to episode four, I’m ecstatic to see that my Atlanta-based, Korean-American boy, Glenn, is getting some significant character development and face time this season.  Furthermore, my heart and my fandom rejoices for the character, when he gets to have some post-zombie apocalyptic spontaneous sex action with the hot farmer’s daughter, Maggie.

This makes me happy in a myriad of ways:

  • Stephen Yeun playing Glenn is fantastically awesome.  Lauren Cohan playing Maggie is ridiculously hot.
  • It’s always been perceived as kind of taboo to have Asian people actually getting any makeout scenes with non-Asian people.  More so for Asian guys than Asian women.  And even more so for television than in movies.  It took forever for physical affection between interracial pairings to be portrayed in movies, and even longer for it to make it to television.  What I’m trying to say is that this kind of pairing, on cable television, feels like somewhat of an evolution of tolerance and acceptance of this kind of occurrence actually getting to happen.
  • Subsequently, mentally I’m thinking “fuck yeah Glenn, way to score with the hot farmer’s daughter!” which is kind of like living vicariously through a potential fantasy.
  • The Glenn character is getting some much deserved spotlight, and is a refreshing reprieve from ambiguous pregnancy, eventual heel turn and angsty gun-hungry cunt.  He wasn’t just the greaseman for once and was actually getting some lines, action, and a chance to portray a hero and a friend.

But mostly, I’m really just crushing hard on the Maggie character.  I will not look forward to the “mid-season break” that the show will embark on after Sunday, although I understand why it’s being done.  At least the wait won’t be that long, and that they’re not pulling the Sopranos bullshit, of not really letting anyone know when any new episodes would air at all.

A weird dream

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I had a weird dream the other night.  In this dream, I was pursuing porn star, Bibi Jones.  And when I say “pursuing,” I mean, I was trying to talk to her, and really really hoping she was as easy as she makes herself sound, like on the Howard Stern show.

For whatever reason, we happened to be in a familiar suburban neighborhood near where I grew up in Virginia.  Later on in the dream, I was in a driveway of a house where Bibi Jones happened to be, and across the street I see none other than Bobby “The Brain” Heenan walking in his yard, picking up his morning paper.  One house down, is Ron Swanson, staring that blank and accusatory stare over in my direction, for what reason, I have no idea.

Later on in this dream, I run into two girls I’ve dated in the past, one of whom had a propensity to change her hair color pretty often.  I didn’t recognize her, but apparently Bibi Jones knew who they were and greeted them as she walked past them.  Ironically, neither of them had any idea who Bibi Jones was either.  But anyway, the one who changed her hair color often had her hair pink at the time, and both girls were dressed in obvious bridesmaids dresses.  So the girl with the pink hair reminded me of Krieger’s virtual girlfriend from Archer.

And just when the dream was getting interesting, with my current lust, and two past romantic interests, I wake up.  Figure that.

The pursuit of a disconnected relationship

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Sometimes I wonder if people look at me, and my ambivalent nature towards relationships and pursuing a girlfriend, and see a hopeless person, condemned towards permanent solitude until I get off my e-feet and start doing everything online, like the vast majority of society has apparently deemed socially acceptable.  Wanting to say the words “pathetic,” and/or “paranoid,” but won’t dare, at least to me, out of respect, or apprehension that I might go apeshit in retribution.  Not that any of it really matters, otherwise I may have already jumped off the bridge by at least now, but it does cross my mind from time to time, most especially when I’m alone at home and bored.

Regardless of my old-fashioned, dated mentality, I still hold on to the belief that someday, I’ll come across someone the “old-fashioned way,” as in, in person, and a spark will ignite from there.  I may be dated, but Googling a stranger is still fair game, but that’s typically the extent of the cyber-snooping I’d pursue if any at all, because one, I don’t Facebook/Twitter, and two, I’m too broke to go the route of investing in online background checks.

But really, as was a perfect example in my D*C missed connection girl, it was an innocuous encounter sparked by circumstance, spontaneity, and completely out of the blue, slightly nudging me out of my comfort zone, that may have possibly taken a few steps forward had I not been such a slow-witted dork at the time.  Regardless of the no-result outcome, the simple interaction was still a fond moment of that weekend to me, because it’s a glimpse of proof that it could still happen.

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Dragon-Con Stories: The missed connection

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If I had one genuine gripe about Dragon-Con weekend, this would be it.

She laughed with me, and not necessarily at me, at my completely failed attempt to pop off the cap of my Blue Moon bottle on the door hinge, resulting in a shattered bottle tip, and foam gushing out.  She gave me no indication, be it through our lengthy conversation or body language, that she minded my lame flirting and loitering around her, while she was stuck at another convention’s marketing table.  The words came easy, and the topics transitioned seamlessly as we conversed about various topics from movies, Emma Stone, whom I name-dropped as a comparison to her own eyes (which is obviously a good thing), to anime conventions and costumes, based on the cornucopia of people to watch.  What started out as an innocuous complimentary remark turned into a pleasant encounter.

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I wonder what this means

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I watched the desk clerk run my credit card the old fashioned, imprinting way, for somewhere just over fifty dollars. Samantha and I walked out of the reception office into the parking lot, the sun beaming down and forcing me to narrow my eyesight in light of the glare. We peered around to get an idea of where our motel room was going to be, and located the general section of where it was. Oddly, it was a stand-alone block of rooms that was in the middle of the U-shaped motel establishment, and acted as kind of a barrier to keep the swimming pool are out of view of the parking lot and the adjacent traffic from the entry point of the property.

Regardless, we headed to our room, me feeling a twinge of excitement, a mixture of anxiety, lust, and anticipation; Samantha was a cute girl with short brown hair, and she was right about the same height as I was, to say that there was one thing on my mind would have been a bit of an understatement. Glancing back at her, such emotion and thoughts must’ve been running through her head too, as we made our way to the entrance to our room.

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Sweet merciful conclusion

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I think it was to spite me, but I somehow made it onto the second-to-last flight of the evening, and made it home about an hour sooner than I was expecting.  After about the first eight hours of failed flights, I started chatting up an attractive girl whom we both realized that we were in the same predicament, as we had grown aware of each others’ presences at all the gates since about 7:00 a.m.  Conversations were pleasant, and I got to learn that she’s also local to Atlanta, there was no ring on the hand, and in the back of my head, went the “hmm” voice. 

And then naturally, inevitably comes the carefully tactful mentioning of the boyfriend that I have to try and not let visibly affect me, while she gets to possibly feel flattered that some other guy was showing initial interest in her.  But whatever, at an airport, I wouldn’t have it any other way, and regardless of the events of the day, the weekend, I’m simply just glad to finally fucking be home.

High-er Expeck-taaay-tions

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The other day, I was at Borders purchasing a book about economics in baseball.  I happened to be wearing a shirt that said “i would rather be reading palahniuk” (thanks Katie), completely coincidental, and not because I was going to be going into a book store, and I wanted to assert my literary prowess to any other book nerds who may be glancing in my direction.

After an inconvenient delay, thanks to some black guy trying to swindle Borders with the “this book i recently purchased and have subsequently finished right away, i would like a full refund on it because i ripped out a bunch of pages to make it look like it was purchased damaged when it was really me all along” trick, but thankfully failing, I finally was able to check out.  The cashier, older, corporations would classify as “mature,” took amusement in my shirt, and stated her approval for my choice in literature.  The rotund younger cashier immediately took notice, and came to state her opinions as well, and before I knew it, I was engaged in a chance discussion about Chuck Palahniuk with the older cashier, with the younger one not wanting to feel left out, interjecting her remarks, inquiries about my choice of authors, and comments sporadically.

Now although I didn’t believe her when she said the only Palahniuk novel she’s read was Fight Club (because anyone can watch the movie and say they’ve read the book), the impression I got was that she was attracted to me.  If I’m correct in this assumption, I can easily say that it was most certainly not mutual, but it simply makes me wonder, that I think I have a tendency to attract women that I wouldn’t be close to being capable of returning attraction, because I give off this air of attainability?

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