Gobble Gobble!

So the other day I’m at the gym and this septuagenarian homie next to me was hanging something on an open locker door and while getting my bag out of my locker I accidentally nudged his door and *splat* his stuff fell onto the ground.  I was just about to pick it up for him when I saw what it was…

His wet speedo! Oh, for the love of Oprah!

I instantly withdrew my hand from the vile source of pestilence, turned to him and said, “oh, my bad, I’m sorry,” and then walked out faster than a man stricken with yellow fever stranded in a bar in Kansas.  Hahaha!  What would you do if you were me?  Grab his wet speedo with your bare hands?  Double decka hecka no!  That’d be the equivalent of grabbing his olowangas!

I guess there are some situations in which being rude is better for your (mental) health.  Who knows what kind of ujiness I could’ve caught from touching his olowangas cabana.

So there you go, dear subbers and stalkers, no matter how bad your situation is in life, be thankful that you don’t have to touch some old guy’s wet olowangas speedo.

HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!!!! 

We spend too much time counting our wants instead of our blessings.  Let’s change that for one day.  Make sure you express your gratitude of someone, to someone.  And tell your momma that you love her.  Twice!

(Just don’t show up to my hospital volume overloaded, please, since I’m stuck alone on call Thurs-Sun.  Someone bring me some turkey!  I you’ll be stuck at work like me, here’s some music to help you pass the day!)

Fidelity.

Fidelity.  That’s the name of the company that takes a certain % of my monthly paycheck and does something with it.  What that something is, I have no idea.  Haha!  My future wife better be finance savvy or we’re in trouble.  It’s funny that they call themselves “Fidelity” when it’s a term that usually applies to relationships.  I bring this up because…

This past weekend I was at a karaoke bar and after taking my turn on stage–Hangin’ by a moment by Lifehouse, baybee!–I was standing at the bar when I felt a slender hand caressing my shoulder from behind.  I turned and saw a blonde-girl-in-low-cut-black-dress.

• BGILCBD: Are you mad?
• F.Bunch [raising the people's eyebrow]: Uh, for what?
• BGILCBD: For doing this. [running hand up and down my arm] You look just like my fiance. [gathers my arm into a bear hug]
• F.Bunch:
• BGILCBD: Sorry, don’t mind me, I’m drunk.

Jumpin’ Jamba Juice with a fiber boost!

For a moment I was flattered, then I realized that her fiance must be Steve-Buscemi-butt-ugly to resemble me. haha!  Nah, but seriously, I had a bad feeling in my chest when I walked out. 

Is it that easy for wahines to cheat? 

No, I’m not assuming that if I tried to make like Young MC and bust a move that anything would’ve happened between me and her.  (And I wouldn’t, this is The Franksabunch™ talking here!)  But it bothered me that she would so easily wear the bling-bling on her finger while squishing my arm in between her boobs.  Drunk shmunk.  Alcohol is never an excuse.  It merely gives us a peek-a-boo into a window where the shades are usually pulled down.

But enough talk about boobies.  Let’s talk finance.

I don’t get paid that much so I’m always figuring out how much of what can I spend where and when.  Taking X% of my paycheck and putting it into Fidelity hurts.  It means I can’t buy the things that I want in the here and now–L&L plate lunch 3x/week, CDs, DVDs, iTunes–so that in the future I’ll be able to have enough to support me and my family when I retire.  But I’ll tell you one thing, there are some nights when I’m driving past L&L Drive Inn and I’m jonesing for their chicken katsu curry plate like Nancy Pelosi was for the House pants the night before the elections.  “No,” I tell myself.  You gotta save.  Then I go home and end up cooking some kim chi man doo for dinner.

But let’s say that I give in to that chicken katsu curry plate every night. Well then…I guess I’d have to stop contributing to Fidelity, take my chances, and hope that there will be something left in the bank when I retire.

It’s quite easy, actually, to cheat.  Every man’s eyes have wandered at some point, noticing how pretty the girl is who just walked by.  And any wahine who has told you that she has never–for even a second–glanced and “appreciated” another man is probably lying.  We’re human.  We’re all excited by the unknown, we all want what we can’t have, and we all….get bored. 

We all want the chicken katsu curry plate.

But cashing in your paycheck today may mean that one day you may look around and find that you’re all alone.  There is beauty in monogamy, but there is also a reason for it.  It’s called having someone there for you when you need it.  Cash in now, and she may not be there for you later.

So there are times when I feel like logging into my account and turning off the pre-tax contributions to Fidelity so I can roll p.i.m.p. in the n.o.r.c.a.l.  And then there are other times like Saturday night when I look at the BGILCBD or a chicken katsu curry plate and say to myself, “It’s not worth it” and then go home to my kim chi man doo instead.

Fidelity.  Check it out.  I heard that it’s a pretty good company.

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Have a great weeeeeeeeeek!  Univ. of Hawaii is ranked #26 in the latest AP Poll!  Colt Brennan for Heisman! 

And a beeg woop-woop-throw-yo-hands-up to renegurl, who just became my 500th subscriber.  Yes, it’s only 5% of the subbers that Cakalusa and Wutuwaitn4 have, but it’s 495 more than I expected when I first started posting. 

And finally…  I spend a lot of my time trying to convince mainstream America that us Asian men are capable of being sexy decadent beasts on the la schmoove tip, and then I see something like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-rcjaBWvx0

And then I throw my hands up in the air, let out a barely audible f.o.b. pitched scream and then flagellate myself with a pocket protector (bought on sale, of course).  You’re not helping me out, homie.   

Edit:  Oooh!  I forgot!  My prediction for this weekend: Michigan 23 – Ohio State 17. 

Nerd Dating Service Part II.

Fine…since so many of you are complaining that I don’t update enough…here ya go.

So this past weekend I had dinner with Jeeves777, sngpimpin, AngelChica and Melissa at a local hot spot.  Unfortunately we had to wait 45 minutes to get a table because some sorority function was occupying a lot of the tables.  I remember looking around at some of the girls wearing tiaras and thinking, “aiya, I can’t believe I used to be all over that!”  There was a time at the Univ. of Maryland when I would study with one of them and got to eat at the dinner table at–gosh, what were they called…AOPi?–the sorority known for having the hot wahines and thinking that I had it made.  Haha!  But as I’ve gotten older I’ve come to appreciate the nerdy girl more than the gorgeous girl.

Why?  Let’s talk sports.

Professional sports is riddled with spoiled, eeediot ath-a-letes who are anything but role models.  Think T.O. from the Cowboys, former NBA player Latrell Sprewell (thx, seanscheng, I forgot his name) who choked his coach, Jamal Lewis of the NFL Ravens busted for using his cell phone to coordinate a drug deal, Mike Tyson being, well, Mike Tyson.  But we can’t blame the athletes.  After all, we created them.  Think back to high school.  Who was prom king?  The quarterback.  Who was the homie with all the hotties?  The starting guard on the basketball team.  You don’t find many wahines bragging that they dated the tuba player.  In college the ath-a-letes get special tutors and leniency from their professors.  Do you think any USC professor would haved dared to flunk Matt Leinart right before the BCS championship? 

And the haughty hotties?  We created them, too!  It is no secret that prettier girls have it easier.  Men fall all over them, give them anything and everything, and as a result being spoiled is an expectation and not a pleasant surprise.  At my current stage of life, I have neither the time nor the income to be able to spoil a girl rotten on a consistent basis, and besides that I would not want to be with someone who expects the high life all the time because, after all, I am just a simple country boy from Hawaii.   Don’t get me wrong…I always pay 90% of the time and I’ll wait hand and foot on her, but it’s because I want to, and not because I have to.  Remember my post on why wahines should date male nerds?  Well the same goes for female nerds.  They don’t grow up with these great expectations and have learned to enjoy the little things of life.  And isn’t that what relationships are supposed to be about?  Like I said before, a player will do all the big things while a prince will do all the small things.  The same goes for the wahines. 

But here are other reasons why you should date a nerdy girl:

• You have a legitimate reason to tell your children, “ask your mommy to help you with your homework” so you can watch Monday Night Football
• She actually thinks it’s cute when you answer the phone by saying, “Autobots, transform!” or “Honey, why you gotta play me so Decepticon?”
• XBox360 doesn’t turn you into Ex-Box 360
• While out at dinner she can instantly calculate 15% of the bill for tip…unless she’s Chinese in which case she can instantly calculate 7% of the bill for tip, before taxes.  Bwahahahaha!
• There’s nothing sexier than a woman who is smarter than you!

That’s right homies, it’s all about the D-N-A.  People want the best for their kids…the best schools, jobs, etc.  Why handicap them from the start by giving them half of a genetically inferior brain?  Do your part…marry smart©!  Haha!  I kid.  I kid. 

And finally…the problem with running off at the mouth is that sometimes you’ll get yourself into trouble.  I wrote a check that SWB is cashing.  So here’s my song:

(And no complaining!  I never said that I was good!  I couldn’t really sing out because it was late and I didn’t want to disturb the neighbors.)

*POOF*  You didn’t think that I was going to leave that video up forever, did you?
Have a great weeeeeeeek! 

Formosan Chosen™

“What do men want?  I heard there is a difference in the way Chinese and Korean guys treat women?” my faithful reader asked.  Don’t worry, I won’t name you.

Does culture/ethnicity make a difference in how one treats a significant other?  Of course.  If you haven’t been stuck under a rock the past 50 years, you would already be privy to the fact that Taiwanese men are the best.    But since there aren’t enough of the “Formosan Chosen™” to go around, wahines must settle for men of other backgrounds.  But enough of that.  Let’s get back to the question at hand…

Is there a difference between Korean and Chinese/Taiwanese (C/T) men?  [Similar culture between Chinese and Taiwanese, but don't get me started on the political differences.]  Yes, it is a stereotype.  Yes, one can say it’s ignorant and prejudiced.  Yes, it does not apply to every single bearer of the Y chromosome in those ethnicities.  Yes, the culture is changing as the progeny become more and more Americanized.  So quit yer whining, feel the fire in your belly, be a man and put down your xiao long baos and kimchi bokeum bohps (thanks, Roji ) and listen…because Papa Franksabunch™ is about to talk…

When I was in college this [Corean] girl said, “the Korean guy I was with expected me to just cook and clean…he told me that it doesn’t matter if I finish my masters because I won’t use it, anyway…the C/T guy I was with just let me do whatever I wanted.”  In short, in a Korean house the man rules…in a C/T house the woman rules.  Why?

Familiarity breeds familiarity.  Just as you are born with a predetermined height range defined by nature, the way you are nurtured brings you to a certain height by adulthood.  Similarly, the culture you are born in gives you a propensity towards certain types of relationships, but how you react to that culture determines how you will eventually treat your HEA (happily ever after).  Like it or not, we have a predilection for becoming our parents, and being attracted to others like them.  Why?  Because familiarity breeds familiarity.  We find an HEA that makes us comfortable.

This one Corean girl I knew in college also was the nicest, sweetest wahine any man could meet.  She had 4 brothers, and at dinner time she helped serve and clean, while her brothers did nothing.  The old world is a very patriarchal society and though things are changing, many have not let go of it yet.  You cannot grow up in an environment like that without it affecting you in some way, shape or form.  The men grow up expecting it, and the women grow up used to it and get positive reinforcement.  My dad used to let my mom run everything…finances, directing chores, the house, choosing things for the office…everything.  In fact, he would often joke that if he wanted to do something that “The Boss” always had the final say and whenever she would give him the hand about something–like eating some frozen yogurt–he would look at me, wink and say, “AIYA…vetoed!” 

And I’m exactly the same.  I am more than happy to let my significant other make all the choices.  Of course, if it something heeeeyooooge like buying a house, naming our first child, or whether she can change the channel while I’m watching Smallville or college football, I will put in my 2 cents and be firm when I feel that I have to, but otherwise…who cares?  Many of the things we throw hissy fits over are simply not worth it and while the event itself can be forgotten within minutes…the bitterness of a trampled heart can linger for years.  So if she would rather eat sushi instead of steak, then by all means we’re going to eat sushi.  Why be with someone if her happiness is not a high priority (of course, you must do so without allowing yourself to be abused and neglected, my homies)? 

I know it drives some wahines crazy, me being so laid back and allowing them to make all the choices.  “Be more aggressive!” they say.  Well…trying to force your hand every single time instead of picking your battles only puts you in the position of being a dictator and the last time I checked, no one really has any fond memories of Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Hillary or Oprah, while my mom said “no way” that she would ever marry another man even though my dad told her that she could when he was dying.  Good veto, mom.  Good veto.

So, to answer your question, faithful reader… We are all different people from different cultures…but regardless of that…if the other person is not willing to change, meet you halfway, respect you, or cherish you…then I don’t care…drop him like a bad habit.

And for all of you wahines still seeking love on the internet, here are 3 things that he types that should make you press Ctrl-Alt-Delete:

1. “kekekekeke”
2. “Crajee”
3. “I heart [fill in the blank]“

Edit: “Crajee” is a “cute” way of saying “crazy.”  Gag me with a ginsu, please.  4 times.

Everytime some guy writes that I can feel the earth shudder as more testosterone is flushed down the toilet.  Son of a motherless goat, homie…be a man!

And who is my perfect wahine?  The wahine Gavin DeGraw is singing about in this song.

So be good, eat your fiber and have a great week…. Formosan Chosen™…..out like the Mets!

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Can anyone tell me where I got, “son of a motherless goat” from?  Here’s a link explaining how the French are responsible for mental illness.  And sorry I’ve been bad about returning messages/comments…been quite busy!

Lost.

I lost my stethoscope.  Walking to work at the butt crack of dawn I noticed that the right side of my coat was feeling light.  Reaching into the pocket I found it was empty…empty like a pool during a sumo wrestler diving competition. 

My stethoscope is gone!  Gasp!  I have 3 theories:

1.  It fell out in the parking lot.

2.  It fell out somewhere in the hospital.

3.  The area I live in is shmall kine ghetto (so my xanga can have some street cred’) and some ragamuffin broke into my car and stole it.

Before you poo-poo my lamentations, you should know that a good stethoscope, like the one I lost, can cost you 4 to 5 bills, and it was my very first one.  Your first stethoscope is like your first girlfriend…it allowed you to examine a heart for the very first time. 

BWAHAHA!  How’s that for cheezey?  I haven’t been too bummed about it, though, since a few days ago I almost lost everything.  You see, after the earthquake hit Hawaii I couldn’t reach anyone via telephone for the whole day.  A lot of my family members, including my mom, her brothers and their kids and my older sister’s family are still there.

After losing my grandpa 20 years ago, my dad 2 years ago and my grandma 3 weeks ago, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost anyone else 3 days ago, which brings me to the post I was originally going to have for this week….

Goodbye.

Do you think that after people die they can sometimes speak one last time to the ones they left behind?

The night after my grandma’s funeral—which I was unable to attend—I was in one of those dreams where you know that what you’re experiencing is a dream, but all of a sudden it cut off and I found myself sitting down.  My grandma was standing above me bathed in a radiant white light.  “Frank, thank you so much,” she said, and then gave me a hug in the manner she used to…one arm reaching around my shoulder with her body keeping a respectful distance. Then all went black and I woke up…wishing that I could dream that dream again.

Normally I would just pass it off as a dream, but the funny thing is that she spoke to me in Taiwanese, and besides “thank you,” I couldn’t understand anything else that she said.  I could tell it was her native language by the sounds of the words; I just couldn’t decipher their meaning. 

Ever since that night I’ve been wondering…if it was just a dream, how could—and why would—my brain have her say words in Taiwanese that I didn’t even know existed?

There are many things in this life that you will gain and then lose.  But some things can never be taken away.  The reason why I am always ripping on the Asian American culture up here in NorCal (see last post) is because it is focused on gaining the wrong things.  If you spend all of your time trying to attain that which is wrong, you will end up losing that which is right. 

You can take away my SUV, my fancy guitar, my career, my laptop, my iPod, all my DVDs…but you cannot take away the memory of my grandpa’s warm presence, my dad’s lessons, the joy of hearing from loved ones after an earthquake…and you cannot take away the sound of my grandma’s voice when she broke out of her incapacitating stroke for just one second to say my name…and the memory of her saying goodbye in that radiant white light.

A stethoscope can easily be replaced…other things cannot.

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And it’s been a long time since I gave some free publicity (it has to be free since I’m not famous…hahaha) to www.feartofaith.com which is run by my homie YD0K. 

Check out the beanie hat!  Wooooop! 

Edit: I found it! It looks like someone ran over it because the bell is a little dented.  But now one of my pocket textbooks is missing. Aiya.  Whassappening?  Reminds me of the time I misplaced a baby during obgyn….what?!   Edit #2: I found the book also.  No more losing things for me today!!!!!

For Sale.

The Franksabunch™ is for sale.  That’s right, you heard me.  Franksabunch’s Xanga is for sale. 

Heck, the guys from YouTube just sold their company to Gobble…er, I mean…Google for 1.6 billion.  That’s 1.6 billion McChicken sandwiches at Mickey D’s (well, in Oregon, where there is no sales tax…in California you can only get 1 billion). 

How much do you think I would nab on the open market? On second thought, don’t answer that.

The Asian dude is younger than me, probably has a lower degree than me (just guessing) and now he’s rolling in more cheddar than Kraft. Sigh. I was talking about this the other day with someone. The bay area is oversaturated with Asian males (and females) in their twenties who are banking six figures, own at least one home and drive cars that cost the same as my med school tuition for 4 years. So many, in fact, that SF’s southern cousin should be renamed “Man Jose.”   I visited this one church populated with young, Asian professionals down there and I’ll bet that if you eliminated all the college students, a good 90% of the males there are like YouTube’s Chen…they’re younger and make more money than I do. And they’re shorter.  HAHAHA! (Sorry, I just had to throw that in.)

Anyway…this is just a long introduction to my post that got interrupted by a 1.6 beeeelllion sale.

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Do you fondue?

Well, I fondon’t.  I learned that quite rapidly when we went to the melting pot on Friday night and my fellow fonduers wouldn’t let me use both prong things at the same time like chopsticks or put all my meat in the pot at once, shabu-shabu style. Last weekend I enjoyed the taste of my lunchtime burger and fries at Barney’s in ghetto Oakland for lunch much more than the $140 meal I had at Santana Row for dinner.  I can’t taste the difference–much less spell the words–between chardonnay, port, riesling or sauvingblancastreetfighter any more than I can between my old high school’s chicken patty on bun and filet o’ fish.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the finer things in life.  All of my ancestors buried in Taiwan probably rolled over when I shelled out mucho dinero on my limited edition koa Taylor guitar (which I left in Hawaii…sniff) and on my AWD Ford Escape.  So it’s not about money or being cheap.

Like the person I was talking to said, “when you’re buying a coach bag, you’re not buying a bag, you’re buying STATUS.”

I just don’t fit into the NorCal culture.  At.  All.  It’s not just the taste in food/wine, or that I’m the only Asian male here that makes less than 50K a year, doesn’t drive a BMW or own anything from Gucci, Armani (okay, my interview suit is Armani, but I got it for 60% off…Taiwanese represent!), Prada, Diesel or Boss.  It’s my body also.  With the exception of everyone’s favorite Nekkid Asian, ibizajb, the majority of the Asian men up here have the body habitus of a prepubescent female and wear clothes tighter than a local Chinatown swap meet.  Thin is in.  Stout is out. 

And heaven forbid I ever get invited to one of those “white” parties where everyone has to come dressed in all white.  The only men I know who wear all white are the immigrant murses.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.

I’m uncultured, I guess.  But you know what? I would counter that being uncultured should be the culture.  Because the culture you pursue reveals what you truly value.

1 week after I bought my 2K guitar my friend put a dent in it.  I never brought it up with him because it was an accident, and really, it’s just a guitar.  It still sounds the same.  My car has scratches, but why get upset about it?  The past few weeks I’ve been walking around work with these pants:

Thank goodness for white coats that cover everything.  Haha!  But these pants are comfortable, so I don’t care if there’s a 3 inch hole!

I’m okay with deferred wealth while guys with less education make 2-5x my salary because I know that eventually this will allow me to provide a stable environment for my future family and in my own megalomaniac way I’m trying to save the world (like Dr. Phil, except I have hair).  And you can’t really do that in an altruistic manner if you’re banking like a baller.

In the end, I guess the only “culture” that really matters to me are the 3 F’s.  Food, Football and Franksabu–er…let me try that again.  Faith, family and friends.  I’m content to let everything else lag behind an MTV generation as long as those 3 are taken care of. 

So there’s nothing wrong with pursuing those things.  Just make sure you take care of and never lose sight of what really matters.  

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This movie looks insane!  It’s about 300 spartans who stayed behind to battle Xerxes and his oogamillion minions in the battle of thermophylahelshsphotosynthesis.  Filmed in real time but splattered with animation (like Sin City).

Heroes.

I was going to sit down and type up my next weekly post, but then I made the mistake of watching the first 5 minutes of the NBC show Heroes.  Oh my.  I’m hooked.  Post will have to wait until another time!

The Truth!

Here are the answers!

I’ve kissed a guy more times than a girl in my life.

True!  I kiss my biceps every morning before I go to work.   I KEEED!  I take kissing very seriously, probably more serious than how the rest of the world approaches sex.  I don’t kiss a wahine unless I’m planning on an LTR (long term relationship, of which I can count all of mine on one hand).  I have 2 nephews and when the older one was ~2yrs old his family lived with us for a year and I would give him a kiss on the cheek almost every day. The same goes with the younger one who I would see 1-2x/week.

I’m related to Dieselgrrrrl and Thousandthdish.

True!  Thousandthdish is a 1st cousin (he gets more eprops, but I win because I’m taller ) and Dieselgrrrrl is a Bikram Bootie distant cousin.  We’re prob the only 3 relatives to be on featured content at the same time, multiple times.  Not that it really matters in the whole scheme of the universe.  Like the WNBA.

I was in a TV show once.

True!  I was in a heavy metal band in high school called “Deep Fried Pig Brain” and we entered the state talent competition.  We didn’t make it to the finals, but apparently the producers really liked the clip of a dreadlocked Asian waving pom-poms (see, Hollypoop, I really do know how to use them!) and singing “Smells like teen spirit” so much that they showed it during the intro.

I’ve had things published in 6 different newspapers/magazines and a respected medical textbook.

True!  But since I try to maintain a semi-anonymous profile here, I won’t tell you where.

When testifying under oath in court once, William Shakespeare could not remember what his birthday was.

True!  Court documents show that when asked what his barfday was, the portly man who put the ham in Hamlet didn’t remember, giving more credence to the theory that Billy Bob was an eeediot and never really wrote everything credited to him.  Literary conspiracy fanatics think that one candidate could’ve been Christopher Marlowe, an accomplished writer who was also an intelligence agent for the crown and had to go into hiding because he was in double double toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble.  Rumor has it that his grave is empty.  Just like Paris Hilton’s cranium.  25 cents to anyone who can tell me within 10 seconds who Cordelia was!

I used to have almost every line of the movie “Sixteen Candles” memorized.

True!  In everyone’s lives there are moments they would rather forget.  For some girls it’s the mufasa bangs hairstyle in intermediate school.  For some guys it’s farting accidentally in class.  For me, it’s being able to scream out, “she get mah-deed!” right on cue.  (I always wondered whatever happened to Long Duck Dong.)

I’ve never been hit on by a gay guy before.

FALSE!  Happened a couple times in college.  It would’ve been earlier in high school, but the person who wanted me to go to the prom was actually a girl with a mustache and not a guy.  Now nobody hits on me except women with macular degeneration.

In high school I was once voted most likely to become a serial killer.

True!  There was a poll done by the high school newspaper, although I’m sure it was a fraud since my friends were in charge of the poll.  But now I channel all my aggression into sticking needles into peep’s internal jugular veins.  What?

In my internal medicine exam I beat 97% of the country.

True!  And to this day I still haven’t forgiven that 3%!

I once won an art competition by unethically copying a Peanuts cartoon.

True!  It was in elementary school, and I copied a picture of Snoopy getting ready to fight the Red Baron right off of the cover.  I won $5.  Hey, homie, that’s like a million dollars to a 6-yr-old kid!

9 truths and a lie.

Tagged a long time ago by thousandthdish.

9 of these are true, one is as false as Ashlee Simpson’s new nose. 

Can you guess which one of the “pieces of me” is fake?  My voice!  That’s the fake one!

Can you guess which one of these is false?

1. I’ve kissed a guy more times than a girl in my life
2. I’m related to Dieselgrrrrl and Thousandthdish
3. I was in a TV show once
4. I’ve had things published in 6 different newspapers/magazines and a respected medical textbook
5. When testifying under oath in court once, William Shakespeare could not remember what his birthday was
6. I used to have almost every line of the movie “Sixteen Candles” memorized
7. I’ve never been hit on by a gay guy before
8. In high school I was once voted most likely to become a serial killer
9. In my internal medicine exam I beat 97% of the country
10. I once won an art competition by unethically copying a Peanuts cartoon

Answers/explanations to be posted later this week.  Sorry so boring.  I’ll come up with a real post for next week!

Edit: I didn’t say that all 10 would be about me!

Change your account settings.

Yes, I know that some of you just can’t wait to read the comments you get, but if you get more than 10 comments per post, I would recommend going here:

http://edit.xanga.com/editaccountsettings.aspx

And then change things to “no.”  Xanga is considering a new thing where you get email alerts each time a new comment is made on your site.  I love hearing from all of you, but not that much.

And that video I mentioned earlier is at the bottom of my post below in an edit.