Little Lefty Stalker

Well folks, we have it confirmed. We apparently have a little leftist stalker out in the blog world. If you've read the comments from the previous post, you'll find that I got an anonymous poster. I cross linked a few things and got confirmation that it's this little guy who calls himself Paul.

Actually, he goes by several different identities as I've found out. Apparently, "Alfred Sietz" is an identity. So is "Jeferson". He also goes by "." and "anonymous".

Back when I used to blog more frequently, I got into a verbal confrontation with this stalker over at Blonde Sagacity. It was great because he was suggesting that Zelda was a racist. Once I got into it with him, I got him to admit that he himself is a racist.

Now, I'm just too busy to get involved with another throw down with someone who needs to be admitted into the psych ward. So, Zelda tells me about all the fun she has hammering this guy. I've read a few of her entries and laughed my ass off.

Paul, your attempt to mask yourself in anonymity is pathetic. Extremely pathetic.

Do I Stand Out?

I was at the community basketball court the other day and I noticed that there were a lot more Asian kids playing basketball than there used to be when I was growing up. I'm guessing Yao Ming has had quite an influence on the Asian community down here in Houston.

About 15 years ago, I played basketball for my high school. I was the only Asian in the entire district. Who knows, maybe the entire state.

One day, Coach told us to line up shoulder to shoulder.

"If you're white or hispanic, step forward."

Then, he started counting. A few of the other guys were wondering what the hell was going on. I told them that it looked like they were just taking a census and just to relax.

"If you're black, step forward."

Again, Coach started counting. Then, I realized. Holy shit, I'm the only one left. I wondered what category of race he was going to call out for me. Coach looked right at me and spoke.

"Jethro! (Everyone, including me, starts laughing) What are you?"

"Vietnamese."

One of my buddies stepped forward and said, "That's alright, man. You're not alone. I'm making you an honorary brotha."

Ahhhhh.....good times.

Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Program

Okay, I think as Buddhists I'm supposed to do some sort of a 100 days of mourning. But, enough of that. This is my outlet for fun so on with my life.

First, let me apologize for not being around. Life is extremely hectic in the office right now. I'm trying to get onto various insurance plans, trying to build up a clientele, and even working some weekends. It's taking up all of my blogging time. Anyways, on with life....

When I first met Zelda, I wanted to see if I could have a little fun with her. We went out to eat at a restaurant with a group of friends. I pretended that I had never eaten at a non-Asian restaurant before. When they set out the forks, spoons, and knives, I said, "I have such trouble using these. Do they offer chopsticks?"

Zelda looked astonished. She started making fun of me. But, I kept a straight face as I picked up the fork and started swinging it like a pendulum. I then grasped it awkwardly between my fingers, scooped up some food, and let it fall back onto the plate. Zelda felt bad.

Then, I made fun of her for actually believing me.