chitluns – an update (plus, yikes)

getting into the kids thing.  temporarily, perhaps.

slowly the balance is tilting that way.  i get dreams, like the other night, somebody injected the little monkey with something that made him stupid.  so in my dream i go inject and later kill every single last family member of the person who messed up my kid.  the pleasant fun of cold blooded murder, and the bummed feeling of screwed up little boy brain.

weird dreams.

and in real life, not weird dreams, it’s getting amusing to watch his antics.  personality developing.  i could go so far as to say thumbs up, must have experience.  i sit around outside watching him play with the garden hose, for ages.

sure that’ll probably change.  but for now.

can’t say that to western people though, or they’ll have a coronary.  their biological programming screaming yes while their survival instinct, western-tuned, screams nooooo.  self preservation, vs. self preservation.  the west has been perverted so fundamentally and to its very core, it’s both boundlessly hilarious and endlessly depressing.

you see it on single people’s (women especially but older dudes too) faces.  they hate you, micro expressions, for anything kid related.  it’s tearing their very souls, preserving their freedom and sanity (western rules) vs. preserving their genetic self.

who am i though, to judge.  i’m only where i’m at because i’m too lazy to have a career, and too disagreeable to live by any rules.

speaking of.

feels like that last post is going to blow up in my face.

is the interweb really that small?  (yes)  i figured nobody would have any earthly clue who i could possibly be talking about, and intended the whole thing as a rambling on how the experience affected me vs. a finger pointing at any specifically specific character.  because while yes everything i said, but also no, not intended as a judgment (or judgment perhaps but not an indictment).  the dude and his stories were actually highly, highly entertaining and if anything i might be bummed that he’s not telling slightly less edited stories.  which are solid gold.

but since misjudged that now it’ll get back to him and he’ll flip out and … well nothing and.  but i’m not looking to ruin anybody’s day, especially not a dude who’s probably doing his best to live his own interesting life.  and write whatever he wants to.  also wasn’t intended as anything else, neither discouraging you from enjoying any particular blog or writing, or whatever.

hopefully this won’t have to become its own post, as some sort of formal apology for discussing dude-face’s catalytical influence on my thoughts on my own bloglet.  which was the intent of things.  yikes.  (but then again, lots of inspired and insightful comments on that one, so must be worthwile on some level)

that’s how you can tell how i’m getting old, becoming mildly less disagreeable and more open to not fucking with other people’s pleasant thoughts.

kids, though.  make some of thems.  not in the west.


  1. UCB

    February 4, 2017 at 1:56 am

    Yeah, the world is that small. I’m clear on the other side of the world, will probably never meet either one of you, and still knew immediately who you were talking about. Shit happens.

    Everybody filters, some more than others. 99% of what we find interesting in this world would never be if everybody played according to the rules. I mean, look how Tucker Max turned out…

    • Dimitri

      February 4, 2017 at 4:51 am

      The pretty black boy swag guide is working for pretty well for me. Also, nice curtains.

      • UCB

        February 4, 2017 at 2:18 pm

        Lol. A different life that was – I had to run a google search to figure out what you were talking about.

        It worked out pretty well for me. I met my current gf of three years at the same spot I referenced in that post. Family is all doctors and nurses.

        • xsplat

          February 9, 2017 at 10:03 pm

          Do you have a blog now?

          You’ve always been one of my favorite writers, and what I’ve read of yours has been in comments.

  2. Erik Williams

    February 4, 2017 at 2:10 am

    Good for you on the kid thing. Sounds like you’re up for more.

  3. Red23

    February 4, 2017 at 5:42 am

    You’ve got a very cute kid.

    • Red23

      February 4, 2017 at 5:43 am

      I only worry though, being mixed with SE Asian if it might affect his adult height. Since you’re 5’11” or so he should be at least average.

      Being 5’8″ I’m very hesitant about having sons with Asian girls because of that. I would only have sons with 5’5″+ white girls.

      • AlmostAnonymous

        February 4, 2017 at 7:19 am

        so find yourself a girl from a tall family.

        • Wojciech

          February 4, 2017 at 10:34 am

          I’m like 6’2″. When I was in junior high school I was one of the tallest. When I visited that school after 10 years I was a bit taller than average kid there (14-16 years old).

          Asians are so short because they were eating low protein and low calories food. The ones that are drinking milk and KFC since infancy are almost as tall (and fat) as westerners.

          • Mark

            February 4, 2017 at 12:50 pm

            I find this hard to believe. Both parts, in fact. That Asians will ever be as tall as white people, and that the average height of Anywhere, Whiteyland is 6’2″, unless you’re in some Nordic country, in which case reality is suspended and the usual rules no longer apply.

          • jakey

            February 5, 2017 at 12:52 am

            pretty noticeable difference going from standing in the subway in singapore / hong kong to bangkok, to the bus in saigon. i’m towering over everybody in saigon, moderately taller than many in bangkok, and barely taller than average in hong kong and singapore.

            remembering this specifically since i was thinking, damn .. must get back to thailand or vietnam.

          • xsplat

            February 9, 2017 at 10:04 pm

            Ya. It really sucks. When I first started coming out to Asia I wasn’t even relatively short.

            That’s all changed now.

  4. Mark

    February 4, 2017 at 12:44 pm

    I hear the way to do it while not going nuts and sacrificing life in proper technological civilization is to get some prime-time breeding material from still-white euro climes and bring it to Dubai or similar, which have some fairly excellent patriarchy-inclined laws apparently.

    Just a wayward thought for your readers.

    P.S. According to one little bird, in the case of Dubai at least, your wife-woman can’t even leave the country without your permission.


    • jakey

      February 5, 2017 at 12:53 am

      interesting. though i find dubai barely livable (i like being outside).

      • Mark

        February 6, 2017 at 1:02 am

        To be honest, haven’t been there, just heard about it secondhand. Prime example of talking about things without personal experience, I guess. 110F seems…interesting, though.

    • dl....

      February 5, 2017 at 3:49 pm

      Re Dubai…. That’s not true.

      It is the case for Saudi and it’s only really relevant to the locals

      • Mark

        February 6, 2017 at 12:58 am

        wow, that’s disappointing

  5. xsplat

    February 9, 2017 at 9:16 pm

    I’ve got no problem with your post.

    I guess I wasn’t aware that I’d been aggrandizing my situation. It is what it is. Sometimes good, sometimes horrible. Right now kinda shit sometimes.

    I don’t mind people laying out their candid views about others. I do that all the time.

    I quite enjoyed meeting you,and was dissapointed that it was not mutual. My loss. I like you.

    • jakey

      February 10, 2017 at 12:47 am

      i’m a huge fan of the unedited bits. also remember … introvert, plus not a fan of *any* people without 18 year old boobs attached to them. i like mac, we’ve been in touch for some years and i didn’t spend more time there with him than you. so my candid view isn’t even a candid view – more fitting is the monk comment here in the comments. the blog is an abstract painting. also, had to go get on the bike and explore the island, and find those boobies. 😉

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