FobCast Episode 5- With a guest!
Show Notes:
- Our guest for this week is Rico Sta. Cruz - Creative Director for US Auto Parts Philippines
- Episode 5 was recorded using Call Recorder for Skype OS X. Rico, Marco and I called in from different locations using Skype. Awesome, I know.
- Reading Random Tweets and Pownce Messages is a fucking waste of time
- The “Jologness” of Macs.
- Apple World Wide Developers Conference 2008
- Apple Design Awards
- We also talked about the Asus eeePC
- And the 88db iblog 4 after party
- Jade Lopez
- The Banana Gangbang Rock Festival
- Zoo, Lauren Dado’s band
- Lose Your Beer Belly, Ade Magnaye’s band
- Sanity Kit, Marco Palinar’s band
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The Banana Gangbang Rock Festival: Coming in your pussy ears
Okay, so I have been playing gigs with my current band for over seven years now and, over that span of time, we’ve amassed a collective experience that runs the gamut of playing for audiences that consist of rich, giddy and rebellious college chicks willing to suck quasi-rockstar dick just to “stick it” to daddy because he won’t buy her the new car she wants to drunk, barriotic baby boomers yelling expletives at us, demanding that we play something from the Scorpions in provincial Fiestas.
But you know what is a first for me? Playing live in front of people who actually know me–playing live in front of people who know me as a Rising Internet Star. Who likes to fuck himself up.
Oh Come on! (The Bird post)
Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time in spas, massage parlors and, of course, their sordidly exhibitionist wet areas. I know “sordidly exhibitionist” probably doesn’t make sense to you right now; but it will. Also, fuck you.
Anyway, I realized that there is a rule missing rule from the Rules of Spa Wet Areas etiquette that should be set in motion immediately:
Nobody should ever be allowed to be butt-naked longer that what it takes to take off their towel and put on underwear.
Shoulder Hurt. Banana Boat: No friend to fat people
Okay so I’m back in Manila after a company outing in Subic right? Well guess what I realized? I realized that my left shoulder, which always had this chronic pain going on after a sports accident in 2001 (Youth For Christ Sports Fest. Me. On the sidelines. Eating free Tuna Sandwiches provided by the organizers. Heckling. a 6′4″ guy crashing into me, pinning my left shoulder with his knee in the process. A lot of tears. A lot of swearing), is hurting more than usual.
Now, I am not new to this kind of pain because I’m probably the biggest klutz this side of Asia and because I have been overweight for as far back as I can remember–in fact, there was this time a couple of years ago when I injured my ankle trundling around the University of the Philippines’ academic oval in a feeble attempt to “jog.” Apparently, my fat body (I was around 15 pounds heavier than I am now then) wasn’t used to physical activity that intense and the sheer weight of my body coupled with the awkward lumbering I tried to pass off as “jogging” were enough to strain my calcium-deprived ankles to actually dislocate it.
The thing is, today, I want to think that my bones are stronger from all the dieting I’m doing and from all the calcium I ingest from my diet food (ice cream, cheese in pizza, the almonds in my M&M’s, fiber from the Pizza box, Semen, etc.). However, on the contrary, it seems as if my bones have gone brittler and weaker and the littlest of physical activities–like bending down to plug my cell phone’s charger to a socket under my table somehow injure me.
A post to appease my young readers’ parents. (Aka THE FUCK YOU post)
Okay, I received two separate emails in the last couple of months accusing me and this little site of adulating the merits of alcohol and drug abuse.
God, some people just don’t get it.
To set the record straight for my readers who are below 15 (And really if some of you are indeed below 15 years of age, get a life. I’m pretty sure there’s something better out there for you to waste your time with other than reading blogs. Doesn’t the media remind you enough of how blogs are made of raw, unharnessed evil and how they destroys lives? Why don’t you pick up a hobby? Or let your parents live their unfulfilled childhood dreams vicariously through you by excelling in school or sports?) and go on record to say that not everything about alcohol and drugs is boss.
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