Hung Truong: The Blog!

  • September 13, 2005

    I dream of Listerine

    I had this weird dream where I was rinsing my mouth with Listerine, or Scope, or some mouthwash. Problem was, I was in this sort of wilderness where there wasn’t any sink, and I didn’t want to just spit the Listerine onto the ground. There were people around, and I think they would not have approved of that. So I’m walking around looking for a sink, and my mouth is burning because of the Listerine. Then I come up to a river, and it’s really clean and crystal clear. I don’t want to spit it out there, because I think it would be rude to mess up the really nice water with my Listerine spit. I follow the river and come up to a branch where there aren’t any people. I just decide to spit the Listerine out there because no one is watching. It feels good having the Listerine out of my mouth, but now I feel bad for hurting the environment. What does it mean!!!

  • September 09, 2005

    Threadless Charity T-Shirt

    I don’t mean to be such a Threadless.com whore, but this is for a good cause. Threadless is selling a shirt for Hurricane Katrina Relief for $10, and donating $20 for each shirt. So basically, you get a decent shirt and double your donation of $10! This shirt went on sale yesterday and all of the girl ones are already sold out. Luckily, fat men who are feeling charitable still have a chance. Yes Weller, I mean you (and me).

  • September 08, 2005

    Gojira no Tamago! Godzilla’s Egg! Not.

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    The package reads “Gojira no tamago,” which translates to egg of Godzilla! That’s pretty cool, but it still looks like a fuckin’ watermelon to me.

  • August 15, 2005

    Ctrl+Z. I wish.

    Damn, this is where my previous Threadless.com post was, but then I was using it to make my new one, and I accidentally overwrote the old one! Ctrl+z? talk about ironic!

  • August 07, 2005

    Japanese people create remote control women!

    Japanese people create remote control women!

    Check out the video. There’s like this thing you put on their heads, and then you can make them walk around like they’re drunk, I guess. Or maybe they just needed to get her drunk so she would agree to be remotely controlled by some scientist guy. Either way, remote control women bring us one step closer to a Utopian paradise along with flying cars and cloned dogs.