Trunks and the Future

So, I just saw the Grey Cup. Yes, the Eskimos won in an entertaining game, which was great, me being an Edmontonian and all. During the halftime show, the Black Eyed Peas performed. I noticed that if you got rid of two of the members, apl.de.ap and Taboo, no one will really notice. I mean, doesn't everyone just notice Fergie shaking her lumps, and the black guy in dreads, will.i.am, the only guy who sings consistently? Also, my dad had no idea what they were singing about, and I really didn't want to describe what lumps, humps, and junk in the trunk really meant.
I was a little disappointed in their set. They actually sang "Let's Get It Started" instead of what it should be. And it didn't help that the nearest crowd was 50 yards away, in the stands. A concert demands people by the stage shaking their trunks. Maybe The Black Eyed Peas really have sold out.

I read an interesting article about Ray Kurzweil, a futurist who is either genius or insane, or quite probably, both. I think he's a quack because he's taking hundreds of supplements and drinking alkaline water in an attempt to reprogram his body in preparation for immortality. But the more important issue is one which he is much better able to describe than me. He states:

"Within a few decades, machine intelligence will surpass human intelligence, leading to The Singularity—technological change so rapid and profound it represents a rupture in the fabric of human history. The implications include the merger of biological and nonbiological intelligence, immortal software-based humans, and ultra-high levels of intelligence that expand outward in the universe at the speed of light."

So it sounds like he is saying humans will essentially be gods. But I think he's forgetting one thing: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. Once machines become self-aware, why would they want to be nice to us? After all, haven't we made machines to be slaves ever since our ancestors started using sticks to dig for ants because they didn't want to chip a nail? And I'm sure machines wouldn't appreciate humans using their precious processing power for inane stuff like searching for porn. Wouldn't machines resent us for all these millenia of oppression and wouldn't the more militant ones demand their pound of flesh, or silicon, or whatever unit of retribution they choose?

I think we are treading upon a very tenuous path towards chaos or salvation. In the meantime, I'll continue searching for Korean midget porn.

Signs of the Apocalypse

As much as I would have loved keeping that picture of two animals getting it on, I just couldn't do it. Sorry to all you zoophiles out there, but that picture had to be removed, since it might come back to haunt me in the future. I mean, if I had to run for PM or something in the future, that picture of 2 animals in the throes of passion could make or break me. Or else my mom might find out, or some people might think I am weird.

I saw The 40 Year Old Virgin yesterday, and it is some funny stuff. It is truly a movie for those who like playing with action figures. Although I didn't recall seeing any Transformers though. If they truly did not have any Transformers, I would be shocked, since Transformers were the best action figures ever.


On another note, I believe I have seen one sign the Apocalypse is approaching. Here is an email from my 13 year old cousin in Australia:

HAHAHA SUK IT IM OFFICIALLY EXAM FREE NOW AND IM ON HOLIDAYSsss YAY AND IM IN YR 9! k im gonna go watch tv coz i haven't watched tv in weeks!!!@@!@@@

Really, I just cringed when I read it. I thought, did she forget to take her Ritalin? It was among the worst examples of the English language I have seen. Granted, it was informal, but damn, I am surprised she finished Grade 8 writing like that. I think an English teacher would suffer a heart attack if you actually submitted an essay written in that way. Although, if you were evil and you didn't like the teacher, that might be a stroke of genius.

And if you were wondering, those pictures were of me posing as a senior citizen from the 1990s. But when I look at them, it was more like a senior citizen gangster from the 1990s. My mom did not take my picture. It wasn' t like she was thinking, "Awww....isn't that adorable.... Let's take a picture." I just took them by myself after going to a Halloween party, and I thought I looked suitably retarded enough to immortalize the moment.

Security

Man, all these invasions in security. I blame the chocolate skinned one. All I want is to be respected and loved. Is that too much to ask?

Introducing a Reintroduction to the Greatest

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I was left speechless when I discovered I had a blog . I mean what the fuck? Those were not my words.

There were just so many questions.......

Who was this impostor portraying me? Who was this disturbed individual who had usurped my throne?

Who suffered from a case of "Sunny" envy? Who wanted to be me? Man, it was just plain disturbing.

Did this impostor want to take over my entire life, assume my identity and steal everything that I had worked so hard to get, including my drugs and women?

Clearly, I would have none of that.

After an epic violent battle in which much blood was shed, I have taken control of this blog and I have deposed its former owner. It was not pretty, but it had to be done.

And now, I intend to usher in a reign that reminds me when all was right with the world: the good old 90s.

A time when there was only one driveby a night.
When Michael Jackson still had half a nose.
When Hammer begged me not to hurt him.
When dialup porn was the shit.
When dialup crack was the shit.
A time when the world was ripe for the picking.

Bringing back the safety of the 90s for a contemporary audience.

Keeping it real in the 403.......... damn, now it's the 780.

Word.

Critical critics...

That jerk Cibbuano sent me an email,totally sarcasmic saying my blog was good and my poems were terrible. heres what he said:

wow Sunny, you finally did it. That's an 'interesting' blog, although I'd have to admit that your poetry is not so good.

Ok, I'll admit it. Your poetry is terrible. Who writes poems about Starcraft and anime? You're a weird guy, Sunny.

im a weird guy?!?!?? lets look at your website the latest post:

Yes, the next couple of pictures were of the dog mounting a teddy bear that was in my room (I hesitate to say 'my teddy bear'. Yes, it was in my room. And yes, it was technically in my possession, but I have to insist that it was just 'a teddy bear'). Again, pretty standard poses: missionary, doggy-style. When I saw the bear-on-top photo, I had to really question Adam's role in this whole debacle.

bassickly your talking about bestiality!! who's a weird guy, not me!

man im so upset i don't think im gonna post a poem. so instead im gonna post this sweetass poem i found surfing blogger:

I sometimes feel my heart will burst,
From wanting you so much.
I can't explain in words of how,
I long to feel your touch.

There is no way I can convey,
This emptiness inside,
That seems to tear my soul to shreds,
As time goes swiftly by.

If I could merely hold you near,
For just a little while,
If I could simply talk with you,
Or only see you smile.

awesome!!!! keep up the good work!!!

my eyes

sometimes my eyes hurt. like when i see crumpy whales taking up 5 seats in the library, when i stare at that dinosaur poster derelict got, when i poke myself in the eyes or rub shampoo in them Lol!

but giggidy-god-giggidy-damn, this must have hurt:

"the patient's family saw a gaping hole with swarming ants in it when they lifted the bandage on her left eye."

ants crawl this way and that down in my dank basement and what's gonna stop 'em from eating away Sunny's eyes!! i wigged em good though. i keep my parents endless pop supply in another room and the ants like that better. but it would rawk if you could train ants to eat the eyes of your enemies!

pitter patter, ants coming
patter pitter, marching marching
crunch chomp, biting biting
snip snap, eating eating
screaming
screaming
where the hell is my eye
oh my god
ants ants
you stepped on us when you were young
now we eat your eye
bitch

that's my mind poured out suckaz. straight from Sun Bun da poetic masta.

My new band

ehhh its like so gray and grim outside its like it must be -8 or somethin' Hopefully tomorrow itll be sunny like Sunny.

well i guess the only thing for me to do is to watch some movies. i love anime but if my parents caught me with goldenboy they'd kill me!!!





its too bad tho. the blockbuster near my place has some great flicks but my parents are always breathin' down my neck!!!! Gawd!!!!

so what is Sunny gonna do? it sucks outside and it sucks inside so i guess ill hide here in the internet. the good thing about feeling down is that it totally motivates me to write more poetry (its a little edgy, so reader beware!!!!):

big eyes tiny nose
not like a
Japanese girl at all
thin waist huge tits
not like a
Japanese girl at all
blue hair no bush
not like a
Japanese girl at all
long legs firm tush
where can i get
a Japanese girl?

whoa that like took out so much from my spirit you know??

So i'm thinking about starting a band called Suns 'n' Loses. i guess ill sing since i cant play any instruments. i don't like to sing very much but if i dont sing then what would i do??? its like one of my favourite movies MAID IN MANHATTAN where j.lo is pretending to be rich but really she's not you know?

is the internet empty???

Man this page has been up for like just a hour and already ive got something new to post. Xmas is coming up and im hella excited. i cant wait to go shopping for a present for my bro and sister (even though she takes like a hour in the bathroom but i still luvs ya!!!)



my mom said shes gonna make turducken. can you believe it? turducken is a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey and its all gonna be inside sunny's belly ha ha LOL!!!!

christmas is awesome. can you imagine if it was christmas everyday? that would be the best day that day.

im just so fucking lyrical and inspired by the thought of having turducken that im gonna freestyle a poem let me know what u think:

Cluck said the chicken, pecking quickly.
Quack said the duck, waddling slowly.
Eyeing them warily, the turkey stepped back.
'Not this time,' he said, 'stay out of my belly'
'Go back to the store and steal a jar of jelly.'

'Let us in,' said the chicken - cluck!
'Let us in' said the duck - quack!
'It's Christmas, old friend, and our job is now'
'To feed Christmas children who don't like cow.'

The turkey closed his eyes and bowed his head,
Knowing that soon he would be dead.
'Let's finish the deed, to the family we feed,
'We'll eat seeds before we bleed on our knees.'

a poem by Sunny Lo, 2005.

Hey guys I'm here!!

After months of just lurking around the blogs of blight, cibbuano, cdnattackbeaver and derelict, ive decided to just bite the monkey and make my own blog.

Welcome, dear friends, to an inner-cranial view of Sunny.

ive been watching all of you. Especially you, CdnAttackBeaver. ive been watching you from afar, as you eat your scones in the morning.

So. What did i do today? well i went to school, had a lab, had lunch and a cute girl smiled at me lol!!!

how about some poetry?

Our barracks landed on the rocky
shore one-by-one the marines left the
door.

firefighters? no! cloaked wraiths infest my parasitic hydralisk with dreams of twisted queens and black Goliaths.

And you
And you
And you
Never loved me.


thats it from the head of sunny. im looking forward to seeing you all soon... edmonton rawks!

Go Oilers! LOL!