I Remember Holding You …
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was Chris Tucker in Rush Hour 2 about to sing karaoke in a Hong Kong nightclub. So strange as I *hate* karaoke (well, I hate to sing, but I love to cheer on and watch others perform). I’m too shy for performing Karaoke. (# ^_^ #)
What would I sing? I was on stage, being stared at! I was beginning to sweat. (-_-’ )
I quickly looked through the list of songs and saw an old favorite: “I Remember Holding You” by Boys Club (circa 1989). A YouTube link to the video is below: just click the album cover.
I was 21 when Boys Club released that introductory smash hit. They were SO COOL! The group was two guys who were very much like Wham! (George Michael and that Andrew guy) only they were not gay. Boys Club looked cool, dressed cool, and were cool. Their sound, style and lyrics really vibed with me.
Boys Club Trivia: The lead singer was the former lead singer of The Jets (a way-too-pretty family who could really sing: think of a Fiji family version of The Jackson Five, only this band had cute brothers and hot sisters).
In my dream I was so cool! The audience was cheering! Hot Chinese girls were all over me! I was even doing the dance steps, and making weird singing faces when hitting those long notes! I was a Rock God! (*‿*)
Then I woke up and ate oatmeal and drank sugar free tea. Epic Fail. (-_-;)
Cheers
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How To Read My Starbucks Cup

Thank God it’s Friday! I love Starbucks drinks, especially their Mocha Frappuccinos, but I always get a special drink of my own creation on Fridays.
The picture is my Starbucks cup, along with that cryptic, Starbucknese shorthand the counter people always use. Can you guess what my drink is?
I’ll tell the answer after I get at least five unique guesses in comments.
Rodney
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Procrastinating Getting Things Done

I have purchased two books about how to stop procrastination & how to use the “Getting Things Done” task management methodology, but I keep putting off reading them. Epic Fail. *_*
“The Procrastinator’s Guide to Getting Things Done” by Monica Ramirez Basco, PhD
“Getting Thing Done” by David Allen
(this book has a bible-like status for the thousands following the ever-popular GTD methodology)

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The Closet Chef

I’m trying to lose some of my baby whale blubber, so I’m cooking at home more and more. Luckily, I like to cook (or at least try to cook).
Tonight’s dinner: Sichuan spicy beef with string beans, red peppers and onions.
Cheers!
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Writing Japanese Haiku, in Japanese
ぼけはなや さかりをせんぼつ はやいふゆ
– Rodney Johnson
I love Japanese haiku poetry. I’ve decided to start writing them in Japanese. The hard part for writing in Japanese, while thinking in English words, is the Japanese on (special way how syllables are counted in Japanese words) does not always translate to English syllable counts. In other words, a 5-on Japanese phrase may be more than or less than 5 syllables in English.
This means I must tailor my English-word thinking to correspond to Japanese words that may be used in the Japanese haiku. Also, while haiku are written as 3 lines in English, in Japanese they are written as one line (normally in a vertical line, but this is the 21st Century, so…).
Anyway, hope everyone else is happy in life.
Cheers
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My Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups Addiction!

I’m just out of a long, but productive, meeting. I should be scheduling a meeting with my coworker to get info from her about a database, before she leaves this week on 3 months maternity leave, but what do I do? I rip open my bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!
I love these things! I think they are becoming a favorite food.
At work I use the miniatures bite-size ones because I have managed to fool myself into thinking they will have less calories. Then I devour 1/4th of the bag at one time.
At least the bag lasted almost a week, right? RIGHT!?
Ok: Epic Fail, but happy taste buds!
^_^
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10 Things About Rodney You Didn’t Know
I get a lot of email, usually asking this or that question. But I’ve found the most common emails ask for facts no one knows about me. Also, I strangely get emails about my inability to eat hotdogs if the buns face the wrong way. Anyway, I decided to tell 10 more things about myself that no one else knows about:
- I was a biter. My mom told me that when I was 2 years old, I would constantly bite strangers on the leg VERY HARD. And, when they screamed out in pain I’d fall on to the floor laughing. She distinctly remembered the time I bit the carpet salesman on his inner thigh, just below his crotch. Somehow, I believe her…
- I tried to push my balls out through my penis. When my mom gave 8 year old Rodney “the talk” about sex, she told him “the man transfers his seed through his penis, and into the woman’s vagina.” Besides being shocked at the words penis and vagina coming from my mom’s mouth, I then thought “ohhh, those are the seeds! this is why most American families have only 2 kids: two seeds!!!!” So I wanted to see what the seed looks like, and I pressed and pressed and pressed to get “the seeds” to come out of my penis, but I had to give up after a few days of pain.
- I was nearly kicked out of my American History class in university, because I wrote a paper stating Benjamin Franklin must have been high when he thought of the concept of electricity and got the idea to fly a kite with metal keys on it during a severe lightning storm. That’s some high shit, I don’t care what the professor says.
- I believe that static on TV has a highly complex pattern to it, and that it is not just random noise.
- I’m a shopaholic for Starbucks Tumblers
- I’m insomnia’s favorite play toy. I only sleep 40 minutes each hour during the night, and fully awake the other 20 minutes.
- When I do dream, if it is a nightmare, it almost always a dream of Superman being graphically murdered by Lex Luthor.
- I’ve never peed in the shower or in a swimming pool. Hmm, I now wonder how many of my friends have: it would make for an interesting poll.
- I’ve liked girls since I was 5, but pretended to not like them at age 10, since my other guy friends did not like them.
- When I around 12 or 13, I thought Wonder Woman was into bondage, and was doing gangbangs in the Hall of Justice. Come on, one super-hot girl–who was raised on Paradise Island with no men– in a swimming suit, with ropes and bondage bracelets, and about a half-dozen well-built, muscular men all in their prime, and no one is getting any action? I’ve no idea why I thought this, but I later found a lot of boys thought the same thing as me. I also collected the action figures, and Wonder Woman’s action figure did not have a vajayjay. Now that I think on it, she could have been raised as a lesbian on Paradise Island, which means all the superhero men were out of luck: Epic Fail
OK, that’s it. I’m curious to know 10 things about you too!!!
Cheers!
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iDidn’t Know!

I took off the screen protector, held my breath and pressed a fat, oily-from-hand-lotion finger on the naked screen and…
OK, I’ll start from the beginning.
I’ve been rocking an iPhone for about 5 weeks. Like a good newbie owner, I got a protective case and screen protector for it.
I hate screen protectors because they show every finger print as well as oily smudges after holding the phone against my oily-skinned face. But, I rather have scratches, oil and fingerprints on the protector and not the phone’s naked (and expensive to replace) screen.
This morning I read Apple will not sell any more screen protectors in their Apple Stores or online. Evidently because they “hurt” the iPhone. Huh???
I just learned the iPhone 3GS has special coatings that already protect the screen and NEVER shows oil or fingerprints!
Kyaaaaa. I spent $14.94 for some sticky plastic that shows every fingerprint and smudge, when the naked screen does not????
Here we are; I took off the screen protector, held my breath and pressed a fat, oily-from-hand-lotion finger on the naked screen and….. NO FINGERPRINT!

Yes, I love Red ^_^
The Screen cleans 10x easier and looks crystal clear even after pressing it to my oily face!
Dang! iDidn’t Know!
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Starbucks Adventure
Hi,
Last week a co-worker approached me in the break room, and proceeded to introduce herself, as well as tell me lots of her life story, while I waited at the change machine to slowly give me change for $5 bucks. I ran into her again this morning by chance at a Starbucks. Here’s the story.
I created these cartoons using WeeMee Avatar Creator & Photogene iPhone applications
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Godzilla-sized Trucks: Boooo!

See, my car really is the color of blue M&M’s!
My car seems to be some sort of giant truck magnet. Everyday, some huge vehicle parks next to my Nissan Versa. Then the driver opens their door, which has the wing span of a condor, banging the car next to them! That leads to scrapes, scratches, and dents!
My car is only 3 days old! Don’t Scratch The Versa!
Today I parked as normal and was about to get out when Ms. Big Truck pulled up next to me. I got out and pretended to need something from the hatchback, watching her. She sat there for a minute, looking at me through her side mirror in hopes I would leave (so she can open her door in any way she wants and bang my car!). I just stood there pretending to look through the empty cargo area of my car, as it if I was digging for gold.
Finally, she opened her door about half way to avoid hitting my car and began squeezing out. It was like watching raw meat being squeezed out of a sausage wrapping!
“Hi, good morning!” I said
“Hi, good…. morning…” Ms. Big Truck was still panting from her exertion.
Now let’s be realistic. if i was not right there, she would have flung her door open, bouncing it off my car’s door with no remorse at all! This happens in the USA so often (yes, even I’m guilty of door abuse in the distant past). Why can’t a normal sized car park next to me instead of these over-sized, Godzilla trucks? >_<
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