"Chee kon yeh mom weh"

  This morning, right before I woke up, I had a peculiar dream.  I had come to a small town that looked decrepit with no people I could see.  I was walking around when I finally spotted an Asian lady on a bench, trying to read a children's book to her distracted son.  He kept getting up and running around.  On a bench across from them was an older Asian lady, possibly the boy's grandmother.  I was with a couple other people, but I don't remember who they were.  They didn't really have much to do with the dream other than standing around.
  I asked the mother what book she was reading.  She didn't answer, but kept calling for her son to come and sit down to hear the story.  The old lady looked at us and said, "Chee kon yeh mom weh."  I figured it was some Asian language I am unfamiliar with, which is all of them except for Korean and that definitely is not Korean.  The young lady said, "Don't mind her.  She doesn't speak English."  I asked her if there was anywhere my friends and I would be able to get something to eat.  Again she acted as if she didn't hear me.
  My friends and I were about to go explore the town a bit more and see if we could find anyone else that might be a little more helpful.  As we turned to leave, the old lady stood up and said more forcefully, "Chee kon yeh mom weh!"  Right before the dream ended, my friends and I passed by an establishment where there was a radio out front.  On the radio we heard what seemed to be an emergency broadcast that kept repeating the same message.  The reception wasn't very good and it kept cutting in and out.  What we were able to hear was, "This is an emer....cy......we will con.....nue to broadcast..............outbreak that started ye.......day has spread.........We will come back mom.......tarily with more news........You must evacuate.  Head we......to our headquarters in.................."

My 100th Blog!

  Who knew I had that much shit to write?  Got a three-day weekend kickin' off right now.  I just put out chapter 16 of the Nocent and on my day off Monday, I'll put out chapter 17.  On Tuesday I need to go to Jacksonville to take a psychological evaluation.  I'm well on the road to recovery!  Wednesday I have another appointment with my psychologist.  Soon, my friends, I will be on medication.
  From reading up on bipolar disorder, I see that a lot of bipolar people self-medicate using alcohol as a downer, cocaine as an upper and marijuana as a mood stabilizer.  They may also be very sexually active due to the hyper libido associated with this condition.  Growing up, since I didn't drink, do drugs or lose my virginity until the age of 27, I used Mountain Dew as an upper, Rosy Palms as a downer and karaoke as a mood stabilizer of my own choosing.
  I guess fried chicken could count as a mood stabilizer too.  You know, now that I think about it, rice and noodles could count as uppers because they are carbohydrates which the body absorbs as sugars.  Somewhere out there, a dietitian is pulling his hair out saying, "What the hell?"  Looking at it this way, I guess just being Chinese is a self-medication for bipolar disorder in and of itself.  Certainly, having Asian parents was downer enough to cure even the most manic episodes.
  My psychologist says that most people think linearly.  He compared it to looking in a filing cabinet.  A topic is brought up so they access the appropriate drawer, look in the proper folder, flip to the right document, peruse the correct paragraph and hit upon the desired sentence.  A person who is bipolar will have a topic brought up and will immediately have several filing cabinets pop up in their mind which each have some tangential connection to the topic at hand.  It's anybody's guess which one will come out of the person's mouth.  When I was in line at the bank, I almost turned to the guy behind me and asked a riddle: Q: "What did the bipolar Chinese guy say to the man behind him in line at the bank?"  A: "I don't know, but we'll both soon find out."  The poor guy has no idea how close I was.
 

No Point

  My wife and I watched that movie The Book of Eli a little while back.  The bad guy struck me as a little incompetent.  Or at least, not very resourceful.  Now here's what I mean: at the end, he finds out that the Bible Eli has been carrying around is in braille.  Okay, so what?  Big deal.  He acts like it's the end of the world and there's nothing he can do.  Ever heard of the Rosetta Stone?  All you have to do is take Book 1, chapter 1, verse 1 and translate even just the first sentence.  He claims he had a passing familiarity with the Bible.  Does he not even know "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth."?  With that he'd have the letters: ABCDE_GHI_ _ _ _NO_ _RST_V_ _ _ _.  That would certainly be enough to translate the next sentence in which he would learn the braille symbols for FKLMPUWY.  All he'd need then is JQXZ.  It's not rocket science.  How's he planning to rule the people through fear if he has such a pitiful knowledge of his most valuable weapon?
  Here's an interesting side note.  Out of curiosity, my wife and I went to Match.com.  We took the personality survey with all the questions about how you think and what you like, etc.  We found that we are perfectly matched for each other, down to the T.  The Chinese Zodiac says that we're not compatible because she's a dog and I'm a dragon.  This is based merely on the fact that we were born six years apart form each other.  Who to believe: a website made by strangers or 1 billion Chinese with millenia of history?
  Speaking of the Chinese, I myself am half Chinese and half Korean.  Regardless of that fact, I am not considered by most people to be a biracial individual.  Kayla is half German and half Polish, but she isn't considered to be biracial either.  She's not even considered foreign in any way.  She's white and I'm Asian.  That's what people see.  Do I have a point?  No, not really.  I'm just blabbering.