Category Archives: Rant

Little Dogs Are Awesome…Disagree and I will break your face


Stupid thunderstorm…what? Today is clearly Sunday.

Warning: This here is a rant!

I’m starting to get annoyed with this ‘little dogs aren’t real dogs’ crap. I’m not even joking. It’s really making me angry.

I’ll admit it. When I first asked for a dog I had something big and manly like a Great Dane in mind. I’ve always wanted a dog that was bigger than me. Don’t ask me why.



Instead, I got a cute little fur ball named Jamie.



Now when you just got your cat taken away and have wanted a dog your entire life, unless you’re a total douchebag you’re not going to go, “Na uh, take it back!” And I didn’t. I love Jamie. He’s a great dog. He does most everything big dogs do, he knows when to be gentle and well-behaved, he’s good with kids. I’ll admit it, he has the attention span of a squirrel and can get hyper as all hell on occasion. It doesn’t matter. He’s still a real dog.

If you come up to me and call my dogs furry rats, or claim they aren’t real dogs or threaten to kick them, let’s make this clear. I will break your fucking face. That is a promise. They may not be able to protect me, but I can sure as hell protect them and anyone who tries to hurt them will hear from me. And yes, I have met people who have threatened to kick them or insulted them for no reason other than they are tiny and cute.

The reason for this rant is earlier, a friend of mine asked if I wanted to move into some make shift dorm she was making. Basically everyone renting a big house. I’m probably going to tell her no, for a few reasons, but one in particular stood out. She’s decided that she’s going to bring her cats and her dog. OK that’s fair, but if she gets to bring her pets, I want to bring mine. She tells me, “Screw Jamie, we’ll get a bigger dog!”


First off, I have two dogs. This is a rant for another day, but don’t talk to me like Rocky is already dead. He’s old, not a corpse. Moving on… Secondly, are you kidding me? Why would a bigger dog be so much better than Jamie? I LOVE her dog. She has this big half husky, half wolf monster that is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Honestly. I love all animals and I don’t understand how someone who claims to love dogs can turn around and get this urge to drop kick a shih-tzu. I especially don’t appreciate being told to get rid of the pet I love for a ‘bigger and better version’. It doesn’t work that way. All dog breeds have their pros and cons and what kind of dog you have strongly depends on your own lifestyle and preference. Whatever, it’s your business if a big dog is the right fit for you. But don’t you dare go around with this “Screw your little dog!” attitude I’ve been seeing lately. It’s not fair.

Big dogs can be just as obnoxious as little dogs. If you meet a little shit of a dog that deserves to be kicked (and I have met some), blame the owner. Don’t threaten some perfectly well-behaved dog just because you are a retard.

I don’t know. I’m just mad. And, I realize they are my dogs and all, but if you spent a little time with them you would completely fall in love. At least with Jamie that’s a definite. The guy is a charmer. EVERYONE loves him. I’ve never met anyone that actually spent more then five minutes with Jamie that didn’t fall completely head over heels for him. If I were a guy, I would use him to pick up girls and it would work. The only people that insult my dogs are the ones that go, “Ew little dog!” and refuse to go anywhere near them.


I Lost A Whole Game System


Warning: This here post is a rant!


Oh the glory days...

Years ago, my dad gave me his old playstation, or as we affectionately refer to it now, the PS1. I never had issues with it. I had a lot of games, and what games they were! Time Crisis, Crash Bandicoot…the glory days. I remember playing a lot of games respectable little girls should not be playing. Mortal Kombat is a nice example of this.


But does it matter anymore? NO! NO IT DOESN’T!

Just the other day I decided I wanted to play this game called Wild Arms. It’s a rather old role playing game set in the wild west for the PS1 and I’ve read so many rave reviews about how it has such a great story. I spent hours debating if I should get the remake, Wild Arms Alter Code F for the PS2. In the end I decided to start with the original game, only because the remake looks like a glitched up piece of shit with no voice acting. I can forgive an old 2D game for not having voice acting, but a PS2 game? I mean really? There’s no excuse for that. They also made a lot of odd changes from the original which doesn’t sit right with me. Don’t break what isn’t broken, and if no one complained about these things in the first game, why change it?

Anyway, during my research I discovered the original Wild Arms has a bit of a glitch too. Apparently if you don’t play it on a PS1, it sometimes freezes during boss battles or just because it feels like it. If I’m determined enough I can play it on the PS2, but I’d rather not deal with that grief.

“OK,” I told myself cheerfully. “I’ll just pull out my good ‘ol PS1!” I go to the box where I usually keep my old systems. My Nintendo 64 is still there, along with all the controllers for every game system I’ve ever owned but…where was my PS1?

How did I manage to lose a whole game system? I mean  how does that happen?

I can’t even describe how angry I am. It’s not about the PS1 being some rare model. I can easily get a new one for a cheap price. But I don’t want a new one. I want the one I’ve always had that just mysteriously went missing. I don’t know where it could be. I’ve been playing my PS2 exclusively since I got it, happy as a peach really. I have a few PS1 games now, but none of them have the issues Wild Arms supposedly has, so I never worried about it. It really is confusing. I remember seeing it once maybe…four years ago? That’s not a very helpful memory.

Despite all this nonsense, I still ordered Wild Arms (along with God of War)(yes I know I’m stupidly late to the game). I still really want to play it, but mostly I am stubborn as hell. I’ll probably do a post on it when I get it, because it looks like I’m going to love that game.


You glorious bastards. Why must you tempt me so?

GAH! New York exists too you know!


WARNING: This is a rant!

DOUBLE WARNING: If you’re not a K-Pop fan, this probably won’t make too much sense to you. I apologize for that.


Buckets of tears...

I’m not sure if I mentioned this…actually I know I haven’t, but I am a huge fan of the K-pop group Super Junior. It’s actually very sad. I just found out recently that there’s going to be some fancy concert tour featuring a whole bunch of k-pop singers and groups performing in LA.


I understand that Los Angeles is the staple of the music world. Really, I do understand that. But can’t we have a little love for New York here? Just a bit. In all honesty I don’t care too much about most of the groups performing, but I’d kill to see Super Junior live. I don’t even know why. It’s not like they give mind-blowing live performances or anything. It would just be an experience. Here’s a group that I’ve loved listening to and watching on the internet, right in front of me! Hopefully sweating on me if I were able to get good enough seats.

…nah, who am I kidding? Asian people don’t sweat!

…that was a joke. I think.

It would be disappointing that Hankyung wouldn’t be there.


Thank you China!

Actually that breaks my heart a little.

But then Kyuhyun would give his, “Yeah I’m sexy, you know it” look and everything would be better again. Let’s face it, the boy is hot and he knows it. Look at his face when he sings. It’s like he’s compelling you to fling your underwear at him in a frenzy of passion and lust. I like him less for his looks and mostly for his voice, so this is just plain amusing to me. He reminds me of Vitas in a weird, way, except ten times less creepy and minus the falsetto soprano super voice.


Yea baby! this is not Kyuhyun, don't be scared.This be Vitas.


This is Kyuhyun. Commence with the panty throwing!

Hehe, OK I feel better now. It’s not really a life or death situation we’re talking about here. I guess this situation proves I’m not some psycho hardcore fan right? If I were I’d be in Los Angeles, RIGHT NOW. Even though the concert isn’t until September, this would prove that I am their most loyal fan and surely all 10 members present, plus U-Know and Max from DBSK, will fall madly in love with me. Our love will inspire Koreans and Americans alike, starting a hit drama.

The plot twist is that the one I choose to be my lover is my Asian half-brother who has a terrible secret that will probably make me love him even more!

Oh snap.

Here’s hoping at least one group I like makes their way to New York someday! I’m counting on it!

The In’s and Out’s of THE RANT: The Three Rules


Question: What is a rant?

Answer: Something you’ll be seeing quite often, believe you me.

I know this seems like a rather redundant post, but in all honesty some people are very confused. They just don’t know what a rant is! But don’t worry. I’m here to explain the three rules that make up a rant. By the time you’re done reading this, you will know.

  • Rants Are Not Always Angry

It’s true. Some rants might be downright pleasant, or nauseatingly happy on some occasions. Rage doesn’t always lead to a rant, though it is the most common emotion you will experience when reading one. Rage and self pity…

  • A Rant Is A Stream Of Babbling Words

This is something that throws most self-respecting readers off guard. They read a rant and say, “Now hold the phone. She was just talking about her laundry and now she’s talking about sky diving? This is not quality writing!” And in fact it is not! A rant is created by a confused person, usually overwhelmed by any of the emotions I listed above. As such, any general knowledge they had about writing flies out the window. Words just start pouring out only to spin out of control, not to be tamed by any mere mortal. They start off with one topic, but eventually that topic will teeter off and mutate. It can’t be helped I’m afraid.

  • A Rant Can Be About Anything

Literally, anything. The ranter might be experiencing a bout of depression because they’ve never seen a unicorn. Therein, a rant is born. Expect the unexpected.

Now you hopefully know what a real rant is all about. These are very simple rules, but it’s surprising how quickly people forget. So do not judge a person for blogging about unicorn sky-divers from Mars. Chances are, they are going through emotional turmoil, and a rant is necessary for their recovery. Misery loves company, so why not join in the fun and rant right along with them? After all, two crazy people are better than one.