What did *you* do today, biotch?

Mon - October 3, 2005

Brine, vinegar, whatever

Made some pickled eggs today. Well...started them at least. I'll tell you how they taste in about 2 weeks.

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Mon - April 4, 2005

Yay! Goddam Shit!

I finally fixed my bike and brought it home. I have a motorcycle again!

YAY!

In the meantime, my iBook, which I spent so much time working on, is completely fried.

goddam shit

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Fri - February 25, 2005

I'm still a nerd

I just upgraded my iBook G4/800 with a 7200 RPM 60 gig hard drive, and an internal DVD burner. No mean feat as iBooks are not the easier computers to take apart.
If that impresses you then, Excelsior, fellow nerdling!

Granted, it's like putting a supercharger and a fat exhaust pipe on a Civic cx, but hey, why the hell not if you know that's going to be your only ride for awhile.

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Fri - December 24, 2004

JesusChristMas Eve

10:00AM: Sister wakes me up to say bye on her way to the airport. Cannot accompany her as I had eaten a large meal before falling asleep the previous night and am completely unrested due to the resulting indigestion nightmares.

11:30AM: Manage to pull myself out of bed. Still tired, but I'm sure it'll pass.

12:30AM: Still tired. Mom is gone to what is the first of three trips to church today. She really likes that JC fella.

1:00PM: Dad takes me to Costco. I really only need snow gloves for Yosemite (found 'em for $15!!!), but spent the rest of time marveling at how much stuff a retired man with extra spending money will buy on a whim.

3:00PM: Still tired. Developing a headache. Take a nap as I want to call Eddie and Tim for some Halo later.

5:00PM: Have been sleeping for the past hour or two. Wake up, hoping that headache will be gone. It's not.

7:00PM: Try napping again. Waterworld is playing on the SciFi channel. I never thought that movie was that bad. Plus Jeanne Tripplehorn has some fantastic lips.

9:00PM: Parents leave again to church to worship Jesus some more. I inform them that it's not really his birthday, but a Pagan holiday that was co-opted by the Roman Catholic Church. Mom tells me they already knew that, and wishes me a Merry Christmas. Still have a headache.

10:00PM: Been napping sporadically and forcing myself to drink water. Also have discovered that my dad has subscribed to HDTV channels which I watch on his 42" Plasma Widescreen. They're showing a series of IMAX nature films. It all looks so good. God, I could watch this all night.

11:00PM: The current IMAX movie is about Alaska. They're showing Salmon swimming upstream to their breeding grounds and Brown Bears catching and chowing down on the salmon. Bears look like they're enjoying it so much that I start getting hungry. Turns out, my mom left me broiled salmon for dinner. I enjoy the hell out of it as I am totally in the mood for salmon.

12:00AM: It's Christmas. The current IMAX movie is a documentary on a couple of beavers building a dam, surprisingly interesting. Throughout the documentary, the beavers are snacking on twigs and aspen leaves. They look like they're enjoying them so much that I start getting hungry again. I stop watching the documentary because I know for a fact that we don't have a good supply of twigs and leaves around that I can nosh on.

4:00AM: Eddie and Tim never showed up online, and I never called. In the meantime, I've been up because I can't sleep cause I've been napping all evening. Oh, and also, one of the HDTV channels is showing footage of a burning log from 4AM till Noon. I shit you not.

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Fri - September 24, 2004

crash

Just laid my bike down. Didn't really crash. Just laid it down.

I was heading into the valley, splitting lanes, and a VW Beetle switched lanes right in front of me and I kinda bounced off the side of it and went down. Pretty low speed. I actually just walked off the bike, bent over, heaved it back up and pushed it to the shoulder. No injuries at all, amazingly. Then I jiggled my brake lever, which broke in the fall, and ended up slicing the shit out of my finger.

The Beetle pulled over and some perky blonde and totally freaked out high school chick and her friend came out apologizing and asking if I was okay. Then she sees the blood pouring out of my finger and I can see at that moment that she's about to lose it. Really, I don't know who's fault it was cause she moved over without looking, but I was splitting lanes. So I ask her if she's cool with both of us just walking away, and she is, cause apparently, her mom is sooooo going to kill her if she finds out.

I'd try and put some funny spin on this, but I'm kinda tired right now.

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Thu - July 15, 2004

so tired

Stayed up all night reading Harry Potter. Slept for an hour or two. Attended an Asian American Theater meeting at East West Players at 1 (representing ProperGander.) Didn't really want to be there, and was spacey and distracted amongst artsy people I didn't know. Drove home through heavy traffic, reading Harry Potter. Came home and finished Harry Potter. Book 5 is done.

Have nothing to do now. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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Sun - November 23, 2003

Again, I ask, "What did YOU do today, biotch?"

The subtitle of this entry will be:

Sometimes I am a strapping 29 year old man. And sometimes I am a fussy, pregnant woman.

Today I went to Costco with my pops to pick him out a new computer since his old one is getting a bit long in the tooth. My "consultation fee" for this service was the privilege of slipping a few personal items in with the purchase, mostly shit that I'd find too extravagant to purchase on my own dime. In this case, this amounted to a few steaks, a case of "Beers of the World", an entire can of crab meat, a tray of fake sushi, two large jars of pimento olives, and a whole shitload of contact lens care products.

We go back to my dad's place and I work on his computers while he cooks up a few steaks for the both of us. It doesn't take him long to get the steaks nice and medium rare, and we eat em with the platter of fake sushi. Somewhere along the way I start in on one of the big jars of olives. i don't know why. It was a weird craving. They went really well with the sushi.

By the end of the meal, my dad's barking at me to lay off the olives, and I realize that I've eaten like 15 of them. Goddam. I close the jar and get back to the computers.

For the rest of the evening, I'm walking back and forth across the room between the two computers and every time I pass the jar of olives, I pop one in my mouth. By the time I'm done with the computers a few hours later, my dad's barking at me again to quit eating olives.

I pack up and head home with my contact lens shit and crab meat and olives and wotnot, and the whole car ride home, I'm swerving all over the freeway cause I'm continually unscrewing and screwing the lid back on the jar of olives cause I'm eating them the entire car ride home.

I get back to my apartment a little past midnight, and I'm not tired cause, shit, I don't sleep this early on weeknights - why should I on Saturday? I settle in with a good book (Stephen King's Wolves of the Calla) and decide that I feel like a drink. Beers of the Wor- ooh! Wait! Is that a bottle of vodka? I decide to make a martini. Cause then I can put an olive in it!

I actually don't like straight martinis that much. My favorite part is the olive, mostly cause it's fun, but also cause it tastes good when it's soaked in gin or vodka. Then the light bulb goes off in my head. Why not make a martini, with, like, 6 or 7 olives in it!?!

I basically pour myself a cup of vodka, dump of bunch of olives in it, and start chowing away (seriously, they were pretty good!) after I'm done. I'm left with a briney cup of vodka, which I really don't feel like drinking. So I toss another handful of olives in and eat those too, and when I'm done, I toss the vodka down the sink. At this point, there are only a few olives left in the jar. I guess I must have eaten a good 60-70 over the course of the evening.

That's my story. If you're looking for a moral or something, you ain't gonna find it here. I'm really thirsty right now.

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Mon - October 20, 2003