I do the devil's work

Wed, 08 Aug 2007 01:39:33 GMT

OK I dont know who reads this still but I should post up...

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 05:07:20 GMT

Ok so i have not updated this motherfucker for a millenia. (And this is because Girlie pointed this out that I was made aware of this.) But here we are. A friday night. And I decide to -- of all things, jump on livejournal and impart to thee, the very mundane daily recount of ben's quite mundane day. Now I'm here on a Friday night, the townhouse COMPLETELY devoid of any Samuys or Mendozas. No.. no no no.. only a Deguzman who -- sadly enough, did not really have anything momentous to do tonight and therefore took this..

No really.

I took a picture.

Of myself.

Like a 16 year old girl who swims in the ocean of narcissism as she broadcasts something unintelligent in the void we call myspace or facebook. Now THAT, my children.. that is boredom at it's best. But what of I? I find myself brain fried. Only because the 9 to 5 (10 to 7, specifically) calls that I have James Bond reloading his gun.

No. Really.

That's what I was doing all day. I was making James Bond reload his gun.

No, I was animating him, you daff. I wasn't in make-believe land.

And.. I'm also watching Pirates 2 on cable. Now, take in mind, I thought this movie was horrid. Particularly because it was like 5 hours fucking long and really made me --at the time of viewing-- look at my cell phone to see exactly how long I've wasted watching it. And a year later, I watched Pirates 3 to feel the exact something.. only that I actually watched it ONLINE and STILL checked my cell phone to see how long I wasted in front of the computer to watch complete and utter trash. Pirates 3 is SO bad, it made Spider-Man 3 look like a masterpiece. And that, my dear people, is Ben's friday night.. sad as it is.. it almost comforts me that I can laugh at it and make merry and be content and be at ease and love life and do the dew and sound the trumpets. And that is that. OK.. well, I apologize if this entry really doesn't get anywhere.. it's kind of a fluke thing that I even decided to log into this motherfucker.

My children.. my children. Be hella good to eachother. And don't forget that we are only what the media defines us as.

And that I'm working on this...

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recognize this? No? Oh you bastards. It's a work in progress. Just wait. It'll be pure love. Adieu, my children.. hopefully saturday will be a little more productive. And at least on Sunday I know I have dim sum with the homegirls. Night.

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 17:33:06 GMT

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 19:27:30 GMT

Hey can everyone do me a favor and tell all your co-workers... and people at the mall... and people at the bar...

TO STOP FUCKING TALKING LIKE BORAT!!!

Jesus Christ! If I hear "Very naaaace" again I'm going to slit my own throat.

It's getting as bad as the whole "waaazzaaaaaap" period (a very dark period of our age)... and the "I'm Rick James Bitch!" fake-bronze age.

Anyway. Sorry, my message for the day.

Is this mic on?

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 00:55:35 GMT

This one's for Jenita...

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 01:08:38 GMT

Haha I had to write this down. This was easily the funniest moment in Thanksgiving history.

I was sitting with my two oldest girl cousins, talking about relationships. To our dismay, we realized the three of us were on a bad streak. "Yeah I broke up with so-and-so last year..." said Reese, "and to make things worse, I own a house with him. But wait.. Lana.. aren't you still with so-and-so?"

Lana shakes her head. "No I broke up with him last month. Didn't see myself marrying him... but same thing. We own a house together..."

"Holy crap we got some issues!"

So crap, we thought... who IS getting married next out of the cousins? What about Michael? Michael shakes his head. Ummm.. Ali? Ali shakes her head and replies, "no I was off and on with so-and-so for 2 years but we're not together anymore." And then my sister shakes her head.

And then we realized... holy crap we're ALL SINGLE. Mar calls over my auntie and uncle, and calls out "OHMYGOD... ALL THE GRANDKIDS are single! LOOK! Single *point* single *point* single *point* single *point* single *point* OHMYGOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH US?"

Then my Auntie B (an inlaw -- married my Dad's brother) ovehears and walks over. "You know what's wrong with you [Deguzmans]? I'll tell you. You're STUBBORN. You're HARD TO PLEASE. And you're NOT FLEXIBLE."

Haha we were all WHOA! PERSONAL!

Then Ali (aka the homecoming queen of the family) in true Deguzman fashion says "well it's not OUR fault no one is good enough for us!"

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (says the room full of stubborn Deguzman kids)

I come in with "Ok well I know I'm flexible though. Stubborn I can see. I know whenever I get into a fight, I don't back down. You back down Reese?"
"Nope."
"I don't either."
"Oh God no."
"Yeah I could be completely WRONG and I know I don't back down."

[LATER THAT NIGHT]
Still trying to figure out what exactly is wrong with the Deguzman kids. I mean, aside from me, they're all tall and model-looking. Then during dinner, Reese asks Lana if she cooks. She says no.

"Wait.. Reese do you cook?"
"No. Benlee?"
"No... HOLY CRAP! Michael doesn't cook either"
Auntie-B: "Yeah that's another thing. You have to be CATERED to!"

HAHA.. I love my fam

My cousin and I

The grandkids + grandpops

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:59:07 GMT

Last weekend. Sea-town.

I do not know why I strike a pose. No this is not one of the 'Kinjamin' poses. I'm not pointing at anything.

With bitten fingers, Ben rubs Buddha Belly

Man aint no host like Seattle hosts

Darv and Adobo

Stace and Solomon

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 16:30:00 GMT

Bathala Bathala free us from this jinx that we have placed on ourselves...

We are your servants that have mocked what is and what will forever be sacred...

Forgive us our levity, we four who know the sanctity of bond but in our insolence mocked it...

We implore you Bathala, deliver us gods unto the light of your love...

For the earth and its creatures and the cycle of nature, amen.

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 17:07:27 GMT

Holy SHIT. I have to announce that...

THERE IS SOME CRAZY FUCKIN SHIT GOING DOWN IN THIS WORLD. Just when you thought all the crazy drama in the 20's was bad.. holy shit the 30's can be so much worse.

....

........

...I guess I DON'T do the devil's work..

Ok and in a completely unrelated note...

Arleh now comes with Decepticon enhancements:

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 19:59:55 GMT

Guess where I was at this past week..

But first.. @Shaolin.. look! Audrey's really pregnant! (congrats girl)

@Dragonflys, I came with...

@Dragonflys, we all...

@Paquito? @Parasol? @Pakistan? @Whatever the fuckin club's name was...

@Hopkee, my psuedo-mother Donna showing love...

@Hopkee, Phil and Gail showing love (with Jayce and Donna dazed)

@Hopkee, I miss Rissah =(

And then yesterday I came back to LA. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 17:02:44 GMT

yeah ok but I gotta tell you.. it's REAL hard to figure out how to offend Buddhists. Offending Christians and Catholics is just so much easier. Buddha was that kinda guy that was all "yo man relax. Here.. smoke this."

[9:16PM - man is it me or is it just poetic justice Miami won.. after Cuban talkin all that shit. Motherfucker jinxed his team.]

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 16:18:44 GMT

"These are demon days" says the boy in the safety of his home.
Once a ranking orphanim carrying lord Yahweh's throne.
But when I look back in midflight, I see my wings are charred.
And when I look down to earth, I see my arms are nicely scarred.
These wings and arms once heaven-bound when this boy revels,
do NO god's work.. instead, it seems, do the work of the devil.

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 07:25:01 GMT

The truth about that intern patna be hangin out with..

Mon, 15 May 2006 21:11:13 GMT

Weary and haggard, Ben walks into work thinking.. now how in hell's sake did I make it in?

Rewind a week later.. The ridiculous bug hits Ben. Like.. hey Ben. Drive up to the Bay for Angela's birthday party. C'mon it makes sense. Gas prices are REALLY high. And the day before her party, you're going to e3 and hanging out with your co-workers THAT NIGHT. So ya know.. it makes a LOT of sense. OK Ben..let's do it. I bet Margie will want to go, too. Surprisingly enough, it took awhile for Margie to agree. Evidently she thought it was crazy. Who figured?

- Friday was an entire day of driving and drinks and sounds of bleeps and chings.. and lots of sweaty people. Ben gets home at... 1:30 AM
- Saturday, he GETS UP at 8:30 AM to get ready, grab Margie, talk to some white kid about videography.. and drive up to the Bay. Went to J3's house and found out that my math sucks.
- Jaelyn has to go to her grandma's. "I'M GOING TO GRANDMAS!" she says, runs up to her auntie and uncle to kiss them goodbye. "What about me?" her mom asks. "ok BYE." *wave* and starts to walk off. HAHAHA
- That and her scary face while hopping on one foot.. classic.
- Night, Ben drives two sleeping women to Soluna... and then everything is blur. It had something to do with:

- "THANKS FOR COMING! *whisper* John already ruined the surprise."
- "It's like Mr. Roger's neighborhood right? Like when the trolley comes back.. you're like AW MAN.. back to his boring-ass shit."
- The hat I had was actually Shea's hat.
- Yes.. we were all wrong. the War of 1812 really started at 1813. Oh and that whole thing with the Spaniards conquering the Philippines.. yeah that didnt happen. And the dinosaurs never became extinct. History as I knew it? IT WAS ALL WRONG.
- "I don't know.. if you two kiss it'd be - *gasp*" *Ben walks outside and into the street*
- "Shut the fuck up, Shea." *Ben runs in* "OHGOD OHGOD SHEA DONT KILL HIM HE'S COOL!"
- "Ben you gotta drive?" "WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!"

- And a drunk-as-hell Ben makes it to Denny's whilst cutting off several cars.
- We eat Denny's, and Dean says more incoherent things. Ben has to decipher them. Haha wow I must hang around Dean too much.
- Ben actually DRIVES back to Dublin. Hahahaha... we get back at 5am. It's only fitting.
- Mother's day, we watch 'i'd do your moms'.. or whatever its called on mtv with a real mama
- We drive down and watch FRIENDS the entire way down.
- Ben still has to drive Margie back home.
- Ok, Ben sleepy now.

But in any case--> HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA!

Wed, 10 May 2006 16:45:58 GMT

Ok here's a pitch I have for the next game we work on...

Man a lot of people are thinking it won't fly. What the heck? Haha you can't say this wouldn't make a hella tight game yo. I was thinkin it could be called something non-offensive like: "Jesus: Blood Resurrection" or something

Takers?
Non?

Tue, 09 May 2006 18:29:08 GMT

Ohman screw the PS3 and the 360. The Nintendo Wii is f'n SICK.

I predict it's going to rule all of gameland in a year or two.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 02:16:26 GMT

Ay all.

Meet Blackey

One of several Baybaylans in the graphic novel I'll (eventually) finish.

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 20:52:02 GMT

Kawawa BFFs. Don't worry. I do that to MJ.. there's just no picture of it.

Toast to our 30's

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 21:34:58 GMT

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Sun, 19 Feb 2006 21:01:46 GMT

your mama got no ears talkin about.. "don't give me that silent treatment!"

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 04:30:24 GMT

nox noctis prospera

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 05:06:15 GMT

</font> Nice. My diet coke today tasted like Jagermeister. And this is why.

Thursday night:

San Francisco, La Viende (or was it La Venida.. or was it Velomina?) Ok this is NOT a lounge. THIS is a club.

San Francisco, La Vente Mocha: Marisa, drunk says: “I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!” Shea, drunk says: “What? Fuck you. Of course I love you. FUCKERS.”

Daly City, Casa De Coronado: OK Ben has a choice of freezing in the living room or sleeping on Dean’s bed. OK no big deal.. Ben’s friends with Dean. Ben will just…. Lay on the very edge facing away from Dean….. Ben turns around briefly. Oh good. Dean is facing RIGHT at Ben. That morning, Ben wakes up REALLY early.

Friday:

San Francisco, Yerba Buena Gardens: Before going shopping, Ben and Gail watch kids play on the playground. When the kids scram, Ben and Gail go ON THE SLIDE

San Francisco, Union Square: Wilfred arrives, hard hat and cigarette and paperwork.

San Francisco, Union Square: DAMNIT WHY ISN’T ANYONE HERE TO SEE THIS?

San Francisco, Union Square: Be careful of that. Of what? The sidewalk. THE SIDEWALK?!?! Oh and that grating over. Be careful of that. OK… so we have to be careful of the sidewalk AND the grating?

Pacifica, Nick's Bar: Are they... looking at us?

San Francisco, Some Karoake Bar: Wait... what chain of events lead this dude HERE?

Saturday:

San Mateo, Caravan’s: Jenita brings news. WAIT… WHO’S getting married? Wait.. I didn’t even know. Wait.. oh… the 70’s…

San Mateo, Caravan’s. Here Jaelyn, here’s your first DJ set. Response: “I’m pushing buttons!”

Daly City, Casa del Carrillo y Mariano: MJ and Ben arrive to find Riss outside, pacing. Turns out some slick motherfucker stole her license plate and replaced it with a stolen vehicle’s plates. When the police came, Riss received his business card and yelled “AHH.. HIS NAME IS RYAN!”

Daly City, Newly renovated Toppings: The news of Margie’s dress created beaming smiles on the two girls across from Ben. “CAN I TALK TO HER?” An excited Sheryl snatched Ben’s phone and all of a sudden that phone call wasn’t his anymore. When it was Marisa’s turn we heard “Oh it’s ok girl.. it’s your flower!” RISS WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY FIANCEE’S FLOWER???

Daly City, driving around somewhere in Westborough: Sheryl plays for the other three her very special “playlist” Which creates a moment of vehicle silence. It was enough to want Ben to text Vegas…

San Francisco, the Tonga Room: The four have 151 shots, after the Lava Bowl that feeds four people.
“Hahaha you guys are so pink!”
Moments later, “AW LOOK WE’RE SO CUTE!”
“What? Why are you guys cute, and we’re pink!”
“Well we SAID you guys were pink and that’s true.. and WE said we’re so cute and that’s true too… so it’s equal!”

San Francisco, the Tonga Room: Marisa and Sheryl are the queens of mad-dogging. MJ and Ben try, but manage to only look kawawa. HA! It looks like we’re upset because a pet died! HA! It looks like Lana isn’t on Smallville tonight!

San Francisco, the Tonga Room: Sheryl suggests we take another shot. But what? 151! Making Ben’s total 2

San Francisco, the Tonga Room: “SHH… if you stay quiet, they won’t see us….” Yeah we’ll blend into the wall. See, STRIPES! Sheryl puts her arms up straight in a field goal position. I start furiously cracking up. I’m not talking some weak ‘rofl’ casually placed on a message board. I’m talking.. yo I’m on the ground laughing for real. Mike, by the way, can actually blend into the wall.

San Francisco, the Tonga Room: My man and I take yet another shot of 151. Why? Because he only takes that shot once a year, and on Ben’s birthday, it was the time to take it. This makes Ben’s total 3.

San Francisco, outside the Tonga Room: Marisa, Sheryl, MJ and Ben: “It’s PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!” (arms move furiously) “PEANUTBUTTERJELLYPEANUTBUTTERJELLY…” All four laugh furiously

San Francisco, outside the Tonga Room, Sheryl’s car: Mike! Our saviour! Mike, you realize you’re saving our lives? When I go to church, I’m going to be like, ‘Thank you… Lord… for allowing me to know Mike…’ When MJ says he’ll go into the other car.. NO DON’T GO THERE! IT’S NOT FUN! When MJ actually goes into the other car.. OK FINE! JUST GO!

San Francisco, Yancy’s: Damn Pils bought Ben another shot

San Francisco, Yancy’s: The four minus one get into a heated discussion.
NO! she snaps, WHY YOU GOTTA DO THAT!
Calmly, logically they explain. OK… We’ll stick THESE PEOPLE ON THIS LIST. If us four have the power to..
Yeah.. I guess…
STILL THOUGH..
Haha.. ok so look. We’re on THIS side of the street. Those fuckers are on THAT side of the street… (gaze out to the empty side of the street)

Sunday:

San Mateo, Casa de Miranda: Hungover Ben feels as though he needs to write shit down while it’s still fresh on his hungover mind

South City, near Goldilocks: MJ and Ben realize they’ve given up some of their man power. And also realize that it’s going to get squandered.
“It’s like we gave them three wishes”
“YEAH! And they’re like… ‘sooo.. we get only three?”

Daly City, Starbucks: Ben’s hand gets human acupunctured and cannot hold his coffee.

Berkeley, Urban Outfitters: While Ben, Dean, and MJ wait for Gail and Marisa, they sit on a couch and lo and behold… in front of them is a window with a VERY nice view.
“Whoa what’s THIS?”
“Yeah girl!”
“Hey she with her mom? She gave birth to the love of my life..”
“Wouldn’t that be messed up if one of the girls is behind us, and we get caught right now?”
Ben turns around nervously.. nothing.
“Ay girl where ya going?”
“No don’t leave!”
*Girl voice behind us* “HEY WHAT ARE YOU GUYS LOOKING AT?”

Berkeley, the book store across from Amoeba’s:
“Where’s Dean?”
“Oh he’s probably looking at the sex section..”
Sure enough…

Oakland, some Pizaa joint:
MORE SHOTS??! JESUS. Red times three

Oakland, Airport:
Ben walks out to find MJ and Dean shuffle something in the trunk, then proceed to give eachother a hug. Ben falls to his knees in laughter.

The end goodnight

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 03:10:37 GMT

What is this?

This is what you get when you make Ben WAIT.

Just flexing the new wacom a bit. Since I'm in storyboard mode, figured gotta practice the strokes. No you perv, the INK strokes.

And where are we in month of Janus, 2006 of the Gregorian Calendar? Well we are swimming in pillows. Basking in the light of an NEX MultiSync. Running with pins in my patns pocket. Being righteous to the inhabitants of a deserted village. But such is the path we take huh? When you take off for the moon, it's hard not to look around at space.. and miss the moon entirely.

Goodnight.

Ay but before that, you guys gotta check this out:
http://www.industrial-technology-and-witchcraft.de/movs/roundabout.mov