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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Met the Motley Crue! It's funny how the mind works when stereotyping. Until you meet someone one-on-one, your mind will create a fictional character based on the miniscule information you have acquired: written word, spoken word, or second-hand info. Case-in-point: Adrian and Arejay. I never met them until yesterday's impromtu dinner at PF Changs in Somerset. Adrian: my mind created a reclusive, pompous character that directed his energy in assertive written word. I almost dreaded meeting him in person for fear that he would tear me apart with his dry, philosophical melancholy. Arejay: my mind created another gun-toting, reclusive, messy-haired, introvert that donned fatigues, "I Love the NRA and Michigan Militia" apparel, and only ate MRE's (GI meals-ready-to-eat). I was quite mistaken. As a matter of fact, I anticipated the bewilderment. When has my mind EVER correctly stereotyped anybody? Never, really. It's my way of providing personal amusement for myself: creating fictional stereotypes only to prove myself wrong in the end. The real Adrian: he had quite a bubbly personality and was full of almost-child-like vigor. He's definitely someone that could turn a spiralling-abyss-depressed mental patient into someone giddy with laughter. For sure, he's someone that I'd like to know. The real Arejay: he was an extremely clean-cut, sport coat-n-tie, dapper fellow that everybody wishes was the father they meet on a first date. He was eminating integrity and stature, and it would be surprising if he wasn't a CEO for some large corporation. He's definitely someone that I'd like to know and have as a neighbor. And that's it! Adrian is in town for about ten days, and he heads north to Calgary to hook up with another set of family and/or friends. So we'll definitely try to get as much of a dose of him as possible before the U.S. excommunicates him back to Australia. I'll personally have to test his skills against some games like GTA Vice City, just to make sure he's on the up-n-up. We'll probably hit a movie or two in the few days that he's here, and I'll have to show him how The Matix was intended to be watched/enjoyed via my home theater. Poor guy has no car, and is shacked up with Dan Glovak, who has no telephone, no TV, no computer and no internet access. Damn. Sounds like solitary confinement to me. No internet? No computer? No TV? So cliche. :) Just kidding. posted by Dino at 1:53 AM (permanent link) |