Good show profiling the true stories of some of the most notorious gangsters in American history. And you can watch the whole episodes online.
When you get down to it, these men had no fathers, or terrible abusive fathers. They wanted money, they wanted status, they wanted fathers and saw the more established criminals as father figures. Without exception, they found themselves in juvenile prison before they even had a chance at a real life.
The most interesting episodes are when they profile stories intertwined with political situations. Like the episode focused completely on J Edgar Hoover -- the racist FBI Director who they label as one of the worst "gangsters" around. He was like the Dick Cheney of the 50s and 60s.
What's your favorite Michael Jackson song? Bonus points if you share the video.
BEAT IT!
He looks a little stiffer and slower here, but even so, nobody could move like him. When they break into the famous Beat It line dance, it was 1983 again.
when I went downstairs, I heard the old cleaning man say to the building manager, "the cops came," to which the building manager responded with, "yeah?," to which the cleaning man said, "yeah..." and then I looked around the corner and saw the cleaning man on the couch smoking a cigarette and the building manager counting money and they looked up at me and said hi, and I said hi back, and left.
the cops came!? where and when, and thank god I wasn't around. What is going on!?
Had a cold all weekend, and somehow managed to make my capsule an absolute disaster. On the up side, I'm feeling a lot better now. Maybe I'll get some work done tonight.
I think I'm not number one this week, and guess what? It will be a relief. My goal is to NOT go on a paid date this week. I need to focus on other things.
About a month ago, about 30 immigration officials poured into our club. Of course foreigners all have swine flu, so they were all wearing huge masks on their faces. All of us have proper visas and everything, so there was nothing to be afraid of. But it was just annoying, and it was harassment.
Then two nights ago a bunch of cops piled in. Like 20 of them. Plain clothes. Again, we're all above board so nothing happened, but COME ON!
Today I got an email from a customer asking me if I was okay, because there was a "serious smoke out of illegal foreigners in hostess clubs" last night. So I went online, and apparently somebody named nine hostess clubs and told the police that there were illegal girls working in them. So the obvious thing to do is to send 220 police and immigration officers out to all named clubs. Guess what? It depends on your news source, but three or six people were arrested or detained. Japanese society is much safer, now that two hostesses and one random unemployed Indian guy are off the streets. I bet it was really worth those 220 officers.
So an anonymous tip that there are (gasp) foreigners with dubious visas unleashes the full might of the Japanese police force. That makes me feel really welcome.
From my visit to San Francisco. My aunt setting up her stall at the Berkeley market. She made almost 3,000dollars over two days. Not bad for this economy. That's my uncle in there, looking confused. This was like 8am -- waaaay too early in the morning. No wonder I've been exhausted over the last few weeks.
My mom's cats. There's old man Sam over my shoulder, being a loving gentleman as always. And princess Nori throwing some attitude as usual.Mom's home cooking. With Osami sitting in the background. Soooooo yummy.
GOT MY INITIAL ACCEPTANCE FOR THE SCHOLARSHIP!!!!
This is only a "preliminary acceptance," and I still need to do a few more things, but I am 95% of the way through, baby! YEAH!!!
Can't give up yet, must follow all the way through, but so far so good. YEAH!
Called up/woke up Baldy by shouting "guess what!!!????" down the phone.
Did the same thing to my best friend.
They both guessed correctly.
Feel motivated for life again.
- apparently I smile way too much and I'm like some sort of retarded freak when working
- i LIVE on the internet. So? (btw I read every single entry on textsfromlastnight.com. That was my accomplishment for the weekend)
- she is way more accomplished and cooler than me, and she's basically ten years younger than me
- and she can speak a million languages. why was I such a lazy dumb ass in school? If I had paid attention I'd be able to speak French, German, and Spanish, and possibly Russian, and maybe even Hebrew by now. Guess what? I can't.
- I sometimes have an uncontrollable urge to call her "Uki" in public.
- it's awkward when people ask how we're friends.
okay, thank you Tik! All I've done today is go through that texts from last night website.
and just read these:
(978): Can you send me a pic of you vag, I'm sexting the guy and he wants a pic but I didnt shave
(617): dude are you serious?
(978): I know you already have a pic on your phone
(1-216): i'd get off the bar first.
I NEED TO STOP! Somebody cut me off!
Oh my god!
I went downstairs to go to the convenience store across the street to get some food, when I got bothered by a guy saying "excuse me, can I talk to you for a second?" Of course I ignored him completely and walked on. And then I heard him say, "hello? hello? I'm police." [もしもし、警察ですが。]
My heart dropped but I wasn't about to turn around and see if it was true or show any sign of weakness. So I went into the convenience store and took my time buying my food. Then I saw that the dude was waiting outside for me and staring right at me. He was built, like he worked out, and he looked like he meant business.
But what the fuck, I wasn't doing anything wrong, he didn't have any right to harass me, even if he was a cop. So I walked out, and of course he closed in on me, along with another little guy who literally looked 12 years old. They surrounded me and shoved their police badges in my face, and next thing I knew, the 12 year old was right in front of me, struggling with his English, saying "police, ehhh..." I glared at their badges and asked them (of course in Japanese) if I was doing anything wrong. Then I said I was Japanese, and shoved past them, as the buff guy asked me to show some ID. He didn't want to give up, but I could hear the 12 year old say, "lets just leave it."
A Japanese person isn't required to show ID. Even a foreigner isn't required to show ID unless they're doing something wrong. I was fully expecting them to chase me, and I was planning on running into my building and letting the door with the auto lock close behind me. But they gave up. Don't they have anything better to do?
fuck the police.
The other girls must have been really lazy last week. Either that, or it was just a very dry week. Because even though I just worked for two days, I am still number one.
Hungry. It's 930am and I haven't slept yet. If I don't get to sleep soon, this is going to be one of those days when I forget to sleep, and then wonder why I'm so exhausted later.
good night!
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