eat your tsai

too much fun in APLAC:

Goodman outran society.
The man left conformity.
Away fast did he run.
Society scared Goodman. The
people - mindless - yield to
robots of invention.

Important more is imagination
Over knowledge.
Betterman says,
“Are you dumb? Always thinking different.”
Individuality crushes conformity,
because nothing beats Betterman.”

Backwards:

Betterman beats nothing,
Because conformity crushes individuality.
“Different thinking: always dumb you are,”
says Betterman.
Knowlege - over imagination -
Is more important.

Invention of robots:
To yield mindless people.
The goodman scared society.
Run he did - fast away.
Conformity left man.
The society ran out goodman.

-Andy, Matthew, Albert

So today my brother pulled a knife on me. I thought knife fights only happened in Oakland, apparently not. Well, maybe not a knife I’m just being melodromatic here, but he brandished an extremely sharp pair of shears with intent to stab me. He’s pulled an actualy pocketknife on me before, but he’s never swung at me. This kid tries thinks that he actually deserves the internet all to himself so he can play video games for hours on end after he comes home from school and that I have no right to use the internet.

I come home tired from a long day and when he dies in his game because he lagged while I was using my computer, he tells me, “I’m going to throw these scissors at you.” In Oakland, I might have just straight punched his face out, but I calmly tell him, “Based on the angle of opening on those scissors even if you threw them at me there would only be a 25% chance that one of the pointed ends hit me.” So the psychotic kid closes his eyes and charges forward swinging them at me. Does he really think he can take on his black belt brother twice his weight? I should think not. So I block his scissors arm and tackle the kid down to the ground so fucking hard and I smash his face to the floor and I wrestle the scissors from his hands and I think to myself, “That should teach the twerp a lesson.”

But apparently this kid has no sense of self preservation, he picks up a twenty pound boom box and throws it at my door, leaving a gash. Then he proceeds to throw a can of pineapples at my door, exploding all over the red rice paper 福 taped on my door causing trails of red pineapple juice to drip down my door as if he had drawn symbolic blood from my body. So I jump this kid and take him down again so hard and I put my hands around his neck and it takes all my might to stop me from constricting my hands together. And I just sit on top of him and pin him down until my aunt comes take him away and the first thing she says when she sees me wrestling my brother is, “Andy your acne is really bad.” Thanks, as if I didn’t know.

So my dad comes home and lectures me on how I never set an example for my brother and how I will never get my phone back and how I will never get to use my computer for video games ever again or risk losing computer privileges. Are you kidding me. Which kid fucking pulled a knife because he died in a video game? I don’t set an example for my brother by staying up till 2 am to finish my homework and spending hours on end just reading my textbooks?  Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. So of course my brother gets let off the hook and I’m the one that has to get on my hands and knees clean up the broken pieces of door and pineapple that lay strewn all over our hallway.

And after all this, you know what the worst part is? My house now smells like pineapple. 

My knees have found the thing called Akira. I iced them but now I can only Wati by Night and hope they get better. If not they might bleed Red Blood, but I’ll Ante Up and play this game (even though you dont bet in Jumanji). Then maybe I’ll be Rockin with the Best.