Break ups seriously blow, especially when the relationship ends amicably and there are feelings still invested in your former mate. It would obviously be less heart-wrenching if the ex were placed in a negative light and deemed a "skanky skank that would fellate anything breathing", but that's not a style I personally prefer.
So, without an appropriate defense mechanism, you're usually left downhearted and with many, many opportunities to sift through bittersweet memories. The hardest blows come when you unexpectedly come across mementos from those "better times" and you're forced to reminisce about them. It's truly a stinging feeling discovering old receipts from restaurants dined at, finding discarded love notes while digging for loose change in your rear pocket, or looking at a now empty picture frame...
I've been stung and I will be feeling it for a while. I guess I'm entitled to a bowl of ice cream now, right?
Keep the hype alive (and the heart breaking to a minimum),
Jason K.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Arachno-In-My-Towel-O-Phobia
Pssst. Hey you. Can you keep a secret?
My secret is that I suffered from scotophobia up until my freshman year of high school. No, it's not a fear of guys named Scott, nor is it a fear of Scotch Tape, but actually a fear of the dark. It took numerous General Electric soft glowing bulbs, one trusty ceramic night light, and the first 14 years of my life to extinguish my fear. Thinking back, I wish I had relied on something that was more on the masculine side to serve as my false sense of protection. Maybe sleeping in a Steve Young jersey or having a loaded NERF weapon at my bedside would've been enough to ease my jitters about the dark. Oh well, I dealt with it and besides, that was then and this is now...
And now, as a much older guy, I have an even more irrational fear. Someway, somehow, my psyche has convinced me that my bath towel houses a malicious spider that's awaiting to give my bare skin a little nibble. Seriously, I hope you got a little chuckle out of my confession because I think it's absurdly ridiculous. Let me clarify that it's not so much a phobia/fear but more of a slight case of paranoia. I believe it stems from the fact that I've found and killed more arachnids in my bathroom than any other location in my house. Needless to say, but I prefer taking the chemical route in my merciless executions by dousing my pests with liquid hair product. When it comes to spiders, I become a heartless sadist with no remorse. I don't have any logical explanation why I chose my bath towel of all things. Perhaps that's where I'd hide if I were a spider; all cozy in there thanks to the high thread count. Even without an unknown reason, I continue to find myself giving my towel a little shakedown before drying off. Sigh.
Alright, I'm off to submit my new found phobia to WebMD. I'm thinking of rightfully naming it "Textachnophobia", as in arachnophobia (fear of spiders) plus textophobia (fear of certain fabrics), HA!!
Keep the hype alive (and the spiders dead),
Jason K.
My secret is that I suffered from scotophobia up until my freshman year of high school. No, it's not a fear of guys named Scott, nor is it a fear of Scotch Tape, but actually a fear of the dark. It took numerous General Electric soft glowing bulbs, one trusty ceramic night light, and the first 14 years of my life to extinguish my fear. Thinking back, I wish I had relied on something that was more on the masculine side to serve as my false sense of protection. Maybe sleeping in a Steve Young jersey or having a loaded NERF weapon at my bedside would've been enough to ease my jitters about the dark. Oh well, I dealt with it and besides, that was then and this is now...
And now, as a much older guy, I have an even more irrational fear. Someway, somehow, my psyche has convinced me that my bath towel houses a malicious spider that's awaiting to give my bare skin a little nibble. Seriously, I hope you got a little chuckle out of my confession because I think it's absurdly ridiculous. Let me clarify that it's not so much a phobia/fear but more of a slight case of paranoia. I believe it stems from the fact that I've found and killed more arachnids in my bathroom than any other location in my house. Needless to say, but I prefer taking the chemical route in my merciless executions by dousing my pests with liquid hair product. When it comes to spiders, I become a heartless sadist with no remorse. I don't have any logical explanation why I chose my bath towel of all things. Perhaps that's where I'd hide if I were a spider; all cozy in there thanks to the high thread count. Even without an unknown reason, I continue to find myself giving my towel a little shakedown before drying off. Sigh.
Alright, I'm off to submit my new found phobia to WebMD. I'm thinking of rightfully naming it "Textachnophobia", as in arachnophobia (fear of spiders) plus textophobia (fear of certain fabrics), HA!!
Keep the hype alive (and the spiders dead),
Jason K.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Getting Slightly Faux Real
After months of hesitation, I finally had my first drink of the forbidden Kool-Aid a couple weeks back. The result? I ditched the hip(ster) faux hawk in substitution for a do that's more in accordance with looking like an adult. Alright, so I didn't consume the delectable drink in its entirety, but I did have a sip and it was enough to prompt a seemingly gradual change. Ever since being carelessly shuffled into the rat race, an intrinsic urge to become a bona fide adult has been nagging me. Although the changing of the hairstyle isn't something I'd write home about, it still is a minuscule milestone. The last time I switched up my hairs appearance preceded another change in lifestyle, which was my move to SoCal three years ago. If that serves as any indication then surely I'm transitioning into a different stage in life right now. I'll soon be trading in my Chucks for some Clarks and maybe even my beloved "Sashimi2k" for a...well, let's save that for another post. I don't want to ruin the element of surprise.
I'd post pictures of my new head of hair but since taking photos of myself violates the principles of Man Code/Law, I'll refrain. I know that's a lame excuse but I'm trying to maintain a certain level of anonymity on this blog, haha! I'll try to provide you with a (vague) description and say that it was purposefully cut asymmetrically and I've flattened it out a bit. I know undoubtedly that Mr. Cachianes, my former high school biotech teacher, would approve if he saw me. He had an odd fixation with my then spiky hair and would always reference it when talking about rigid shaped enzymes and other microscopic bits and pieces. He would say something like, "Helicase has a rough edge, much like Jason's hair. Man, that's some serious hair! You should chop it all off and bring back the flattop haircut", and my response was always, "I'll think about it, Mr. C.", haha.
Returning to the Kool-Aid metaphor; I've had my first taste and I will confess to liking it. I just need to find myself a larger cup for my second serving. And to you naysayers out there, at least I'm drinking that and not this stuff.
Keep the hype alive,
Jason K.
I'd post pictures of my new head of hair but since taking photos of myself violates the principles of Man Code/Law, I'll refrain. I know that's a lame excuse but I'm trying to maintain a certain level of anonymity on this blog, haha! I'll try to provide you with a (vague) description and say that it was purposefully cut asymmetrically and I've flattened it out a bit. I know undoubtedly that Mr. Cachianes, my former high school biotech teacher, would approve if he saw me. He had an odd fixation with my then spiky hair and would always reference it when talking about rigid shaped enzymes and other microscopic bits and pieces. He would say something like, "Helicase has a rough edge, much like Jason's hair. Man, that's some serious hair! You should chop it all off and bring back the flattop haircut", and my response was always, "I'll think about it, Mr. C.", haha.
Returning to the Kool-Aid metaphor; I've had my first taste and I will confess to liking it. I just need to find myself a larger cup for my second serving. And to you naysayers out there, at least I'm drinking that and not this stuff.
Keep the hype alive,
Jason K.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Blog Check 1, 2...
Blog check 1, 2. Blog check 1, 2...
Are my keystrokes coming through clearly?
Put on your reading spectacles and check the Richter scale because the blogosphere was just rocked hard by the re-emergence of me, Jason K., blogger extraordinaire. Before we get too far, take this time to rejoice, especially if you're one of my internet "fans", since I'm bringing sexy back...to blogging that is (AH! Just a few sentences in and I've already dropped a cheesy line). In all seriousness, the trend of leisurely blogging has lost most of its pizzazz; at least for me it has hence my extended sabbatical from blogging.
So, I've returned to revitalize a dying passion of mine and to stimulate you, the reader, into perhaps following suit. Hell, this site's name should serve as enough provocation for you to go out and start blogging. I mean, who wouldn't want to make a blog in an attempt to outshine one that's proclaiming to be among the raddest? Then again, you can just blog vicariously through me but I do charge a fee of one comment per read. YES! Please do comment even if it's to tell me you think I'm an arrogant douche that has poor choice in font colors.
What should you expect to see within this blog aside from some cleverly placed subliminal messages and red herrings? I could say, "I will offer up an account of my interactions and perceptions on life through postings I hope you find fulfilling in whatever way possible", but that would be BORINGGG!! I've been there, done the living jeebus out of that. This time around, not only will you be exposed to my quips and rants about cube life, outtings with the ladies and fellas, unfortunate dating mishaps, etc., but I will be dropping some dope internet findings on you from time to time. From interesting postings and sites to knee slapping videos to trendy tunes; you will receive it. In essence, my blog will be like a concession stand of goodies. Until I figure out a better way of sorting, findings pertaining to my blog will be integrated into posts while others will be hyperlinked in the sidebar.
Are my keystrokes coming through clearly?
Put on your reading spectacles and check the Richter scale because the blogosphere was just rocked hard by the re-emergence of me, Jason K., blogger extraordinaire. Before we get too far, take this time to rejoice, especially if you're one of my internet "fans", since I'm bringing sexy back...to blogging that is (AH! Just a few sentences in and I've already dropped a cheesy line). In all seriousness, the trend of leisurely blogging has lost most of its pizzazz; at least for me it has hence my extended sabbatical from blogging.
So, I've returned to revitalize a dying passion of mine and to stimulate you, the reader, into perhaps following suit. Hell, this site's name should serve as enough provocation for you to go out and start blogging. I mean, who wouldn't want to make a blog in an attempt to outshine one that's proclaiming to be among the raddest? Then again, you can just blog vicariously through me but I do charge a fee of one comment per read. YES! Please do comment even if it's to tell me you think I'm an arrogant douche that has poor choice in font colors.
What should you expect to see within this blog aside from some cleverly placed subliminal messages and red herrings? I could say, "I will offer up an account of my interactions and perceptions on life through postings I hope you find fulfilling in whatever way possible", but that would be BORINGGG!! I've been there, done the living jeebus out of that. This time around, not only will you be exposed to my quips and rants about cube life, outtings with the ladies and fellas, unfortunate dating mishaps, etc., but I will be dropping some dope internet findings on you from time to time. From interesting postings and sites to knee slapping videos to trendy tunes; you will receive it. In essence, my blog will be like a concession stand of goodies. Until I figure out a better way of sorting, findings pertaining to my blog will be integrated into posts while others will be hyperlinked in the sidebar.
Well, I've completely fatigued my fingertips and my mental output has gone kaput. So cheers to the end of the beginning.
Keep the hype alive,
Jason K.
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