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October 15th, 2009
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 Can you fill this out without lying? You've been tagged, so now you need to answer all the questions HONESTLY. At the end, choose at least 8 people to be tagged. Don't forget to tag me! To do this, copy this entire message, create a new note, paste these instructions in the body of the note, delete my answers, and type yours. Easy peasy! Next, tag 8 people (in the right hand corner of the app). Click publish (at the bottom). Have fun! :) ( What was the last thing you put in your mouth... ) |
March 10th, 2009
2009.0310.1637::Yet another of the memes that I keep getting tagged with on Facebook |
 Yes. Another meme. Not feeling like writing anything beyond a short description of how I'd like to punch anyone and everyone I meet in the balls. So, yeah...meme: ( Four things... ) |
September 24th, 2008
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 Tonight, I decided to forego watching the latest episode of Bones while eating my dinner, as I've discovered that the combination of that show and meals is one of questionable wisdom. So I cooked myself up some Thai pasta, and sat down to eat and watch the Torchwood second series episode, " Meat." |
April 30th, 2008
July 12th, 2007
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 THE RULES: - Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favourite lyric to your current favourite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
I'll respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.</li>- Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
- Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
- When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
From ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) countessmary, ( my first set of questions... ) |
May 20th, 2007
2007.0520.1057::To the children of my forebears, halfway across the world: |
I know you think pretty much anything is fair game, especially if it's sweet, sour, bitter, salty, or spicy. But, please, for the love of all that is umami, stop putting ingredients that kill into things that are meant to go into people's mouths. |
March 21st, 2007
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 You really need to quit cooking yourself spaghetti before sitting down to watch Bones. No, really. Quit it. |
January 5th, 2007
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 Yeah. I've been away for a while. Not a whole lot going on, other than work, work, more work, and living in happiness with the Pink Gator. There was the conversation that I had with batnandu about how the inclusion of Optimus Prime would make any movie better, but since that was in the meatspace, I wasn't really able to blog it with any sort of accuracy. So here follows my rundown of last year's resolutions and how I did with them: - Practice Tai Chi more (Don't disappoint the Si-Gong/make the Si-Fu lose face).
Failed. With batnandu's impending wedding, our regular Tai Chi training fell by the wayside.
- Go Rock Climbing more (I've got a paid membership at the gym...).
Failed. I managed to hit the gym once or twice, but not with any regularity. I no longer have the paid membership at the gym, however.
- Minimize intake of french fries and potato chips.
Moderate success.
- batnandu asked me to add "Increase intake of fruits and vegetables (lettuce doesn't count)" What are you, my mom??!?
Success. I managed to eat a lot of apples, oranges and bananas last year, and am now, with the exception of mushrooms (poison!) and cilantro, pretty much eating everything I avoided eating as a child.
- Minimize intake of soda.
Dismal failure. With my office going Free Soda, I managed to drink more soda in one week than I likely drank in all of 2005. Don't ask me which week, however.
- Start running (or some other aerobic activity) and increase my cardiovascular endurance.
Moderate failure. I did manage to get some running in on the treadmill at my place, but that fell by the wayside when I started seeing the PinkGator. I do, however, walk about eight blocks a day on my way to commute via Georgia Tech's Trolley.
- Keep my place clean.
Dismal Failure. I realized today, that what I call "cleaning" most other people would call "moving stacks around."
- Floss.
Success.
So for the next year, I resolve: - Practice Tai Chi more
- Cook more
- Stop getting those disposable plastic bags at the supermarket (bring a reusable cloth bag) and the comic book store (bring a box of some sort).
- Minimize my intake of soda
- Keep my place clean
- Sell crap I don't need/use
Hopefully, I'll be more successful at these. |
September 22nd, 2006
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 ...about working from home because you're waiting for a guy to come repair your refrigerator is getting hungry and realizing that you - can't go out because you might miss the repair guy
- can't really order a big pizza, because what do you expect to put the leftovers in if the repair guy doesn't show up?
- have nothing to drink aside from lukewarm water
- pretty much have nothing unspoiled to eat aside from poptarts and craisins.
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August 21st, 2006
August 7th, 2006
2006.0807.2250::Apparently Lust is no longer my favorite of the Deadly Sins. |
Over the course of the day, I have ingested: - 1 bowl of Raisin Bran with Vanilla Silk soymilk.
- 3 cans of Sprite
- 1 can of Barq's Root Beer
- 2 fun size Milky Way Bars
- 2 fun size Twix bars
- 2 slices of Papa John's pizza with black olives
- 1 slice of Papa John's pizza with sausage
- 3 fun size packages of Skittles
- 1 egg-and-bacon salad sandwich
- 1 liter of water
- 1 combo order of Kalbi & Vegetable Dumpling Tofu Soup
- 1 kid size Honey Ice Cream with Butterfingers from Marble Slab Creamery
- 1 Vodka Tonic
Damned Tapeworm. While I'm tired as balls, I'm going to do some Kinetic now. |
June 26th, 2006
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I just had: - 1 barbeque riblet sandwich
- 1 banana
- 1 snack cup of chocolate pudding
- 1 root beer float
- 1.5 Garden Herb Tricuits
and I'm still hungry. |
April 11th, 2006
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 As tagged by dixiebelle (I killed most of the formatting on this thing): | Guilt | What is yours? | Explain yourself |
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| Culinary: | Eggs |
With a cholesterol level near 240, I shouldn't really have a hearty brunch every weekend, but I loves me some good eggs. |
| Literary: | Manga | Ten dollars a pop for about thirty minutes of entertainment is a bit much, but I love a good, well-drawn story. | | Audiovisual: | Cirque du Soleil | 280-some dollars is a helluva lot to pay for nose-bleed section seats, but the music and visuals are always so amazing. | | Musical: | t.A.T.u. | Singing lesbian schoolgirls. What more can you ask for? | | Celebrity: | Emma Watson | Yes, I know that I'm going to hell. |
And I tag no one in particular. If you want to do this, feel free... |
September 9th, 2005
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 The latest computers capable of running our application for the client have built-in 802.11b antennae. The users have had a lot of trouble getting the Wifi working (they're the typical user--intimidated and clueless), so as a part of my job, I ran around town today testing with two of the machines. After eating first at our clients location (free lunch), I hit Lenox Mall to test at the Apple Store, Panera Bread, and the Food Court. I then drove down Peachtree and hit the Panera Bread next to the Imperial Fez, and then continued down to Whole Foods and Dunkin Donuts. Finally, I hit Aprés Diem where I could connect to their network, as well as the networks for The Independent and The Highlander. In the immortal words of my former roommate, Je vais vomir. |
May 17th, 2005
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If you ever go to one of the various locations of The Loop Pizza Grill in Atlanta, GA and consider an individual pizza with the "roasted garlic" topping, please keep in mind that while it might suggest chopped and/or minced garlic, "roasted garlic" consists of WHOLE GARLIC CLOVES scattered all over the six-inch-diameter pie. Not that this is a bad thing. |
March 11th, 2005
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 Those of you who've known me for a while will probably remember that I used to say that the only Spanish phrase I knew was "Si, pero en el baño hay spaghetti." I was wrong. My most recent lunch, however, where I spilled a Moe's side order of queso all over my desk, evokes the title of this post. |
December 9th, 2004
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You know, every time I hit Quizno's Subs for lunch, I consider picking up a bottle of that Batch 81 hotsauce, because it is of the good. It's sweet and spicy and smooth and a number of other positive words which begin with the letter 's.' And yet, I always leave the place without grabbing one, because I pick up some plastic packets of the stuff, I'm eating a sub which doesn't really need it, or I'm just cheap. But given how good my turkey club tasted just now, consider this my resolve to buy a bottle the next time I go in. We love the subs. |
November 10th, 2004
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Last night, the guys got together for a bit of trivia over at the Universal Joint. We lead throughout most of the game, but only took second place when the team in third answered the final question: "For either Ohio or Virginia, name six of the eight presidents that the state produced." I'm convinced the third-place team pulled the answers to that one out of their asses cellphones. Lunchtime today, I hit Pho Hoa for a Roast Pork/Spring Roll Vietnamese Rice Noodle Bowl, anticipating the Pork Sung Bun and Char Siu Bao from the Chinese Bakery afterwards. Not only was the Bakery closed, but the Grocery store was out of the frozen potstickers I was planning on making tonight for dinner. It seems the world is conspiring to serve me only a heaping bowl of disappointment today. I think the proper plan would be to go home, hole up, and just watch Lost and Smallville over a delivered pizza. Let's hope the power/satellite doesn't go out. |
June 8th, 2004
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 Things I picked up this weekend: - Coupling Series 3 (with a $5 off Best Buy coupon)
- Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Koshun Takami's Battle Royale Vol 7
Ken Akamatsu's A.I. Love You Vol 3
Clamp's Cardcaptor Sakura Boxed Set (Vols 4, 5, and 6)
Make It In Minutes (all under a "Buy 4 books get the 5th free" sale and another $5 Waldenbooks coupon) - Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (with a 25% off Borders coupon).
Dear World: Please stop sending me coupons. Read most of the manga Saturday night; I spent the majority of Sunday watching Coupling, knowing that Series 4 was beginning on BBC America, and found out that Richard Coyle (Jeff) left the cast of the show beginning Series 4. Quite disappointing. * The title of this post is the catchphrase of dealnews.com, a site which lists all sorts of coupons, rebates, and sales on consumables (mostly consumer electronics and computer equipment). |
June 3rd, 2004
2004.0603.1154::"Even people who don't actually cook can enjoy the show." |
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May 20th, 2004
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  In honor of National Carbohydrate Awareness Day, I threw together this quick form for two boxes of sweet, nourishing donuts (for the price of one): Yes, I'm bogarting this page from Krispy Kreme, but 1) it's their own fault for being "you must register with our site" fascists and 2) I'm probably going to take it down like this weekend. |
May 4th, 2004
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 I've fallen out of the addiction of doing memes, but I think I had to fill this one out, simply because I'm nothing if not a sinner. Ganked from kawaiiryuko( The Seven Deadly Sins Meme ) |
April 22nd, 2004
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The first attempt at an American version of "Iron Chef" resulted in something that Sofia Coppola makes movies about. Everything, from the tension of the competition to the over-the-top dramatics of the original, was lost in translation.
That won't happen with Food Network's "Iron Chef America: Battle of the Masters," Alton Brown maintains.
"UPN tried to do this [in 2001], but they forgot that it was about food," says Brown, who hosts Food Network's "Good Eats" and will serve as the announcer/commentator for "Iron Chef America." The weekend-long set of specials pitting Food Network stars against two of Japan's Iron Chefs kicks off at 9 p.m. ET Friday (April 23). From Zap2it.com. |
March 15th, 2004
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Ate too much Udipi. Feel like I need to purge. Current Mood: gluttony |
March 11th, 2004
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Ok, since I ran out of milk yesterday morning and didn't have a chance to hit Publix/Kroger/Costco for some because of last night's book club meeting, I went to McDonald's this morning for the once-in-a-blue-moon Sausage McMuffin with Egg Meal--I got a Coke instead of coffee (I don't drink coffee) or orange juice (I just brushed my teeth). Now I really enjoy the Sausage McMuffin with Egg--it's got just enough mass to keep me filled up for the few hours until my usually-late lunchtime, and the sausage has a bit of a spicyness to it as well. So imagine my surprise, when I'm sitting at my desk and I pull out a fucking Sausage McGriddle [ insert Joe Pesci quote here]. Honestly, though--it wasn't too bad. It still had that sausage, but it was sandwiched between two mildly sweet pancakey buns with the big M-arch logos seared onto them. You gotta love that sweet-salty combo. It's like Frosty + fries. Unfortunately, I'm still hungry. Oh well... |
March 9th, 2004
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Apart from an interview with Joss Whedon and Bruce Campbell, NPR's Talk of the Nation has a segment ("Internet Animation Goes Mainstream") where the original founder of Quizno's called in to comment on the new owner's use of the Spongmonkeys. He don't get it. Incidentally, hearing Strong Bad on National Public Radio is both hilarious and off-putting. |
March 3rd, 2004
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Since McDonald's decided to do away with Super-sizing value meals, I decided to grant them some patronage (no, not really). Truthfully, I wanted something quick and sweet, and their apple pie came to mind. Of course, their current apple pie is in no way comparable to their original, deep-fried apple pocket thing, but it's still pretty good. The ones I got today (two for a dollar) seemed to have an excess of butter on the outer crust, which I can still taste at the edges of my mouth. Mmmm...pie. The bad thing? I learned today that Microsoft Internet Explorer, the world's stupidest browser, has no concept of time zones when it comes to accepting Server Certificates (we're doing stuff with SSL). IE had trouble validating a certificate I generated today which should be valid for a year because the date was presented GMT rather than EST. Microsoft, you are a dumn idot. |
March 1st, 2004
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From a cursory perusal of blogs and webforums on the subject, it has come to my attention that Quizno's Subs' use of the Spongmonkeys in their advertisements has some people so squicked or creeped out, that they vehemently vow never to step in another Quizno's location ever again. To that I say, YOU ARE DUMB. |
January 26th, 2004
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 Jerry visited this past weekend, and I took the tail end of last week off to hang with him. His flight got in at 11:30 or so on Thursday, and after grabbing him at the MARTA station, I had to stop off at work for a little bit, but afterwards, we went to Oxford comics to pick up my weekly stack (which just consisted of Megatokyo: Book 2). Thursday night, we met up with a bunch of DuPree's and Thinking Man Tavern regulars at the North End (a.k.a. Peachtree Tavern) in Buckhead to support our very own Runa Ware in the finals for Insite Atlanta's ( Best Bartender in Atlanta 2004 ) Friday, we hit Fernbank, and managed to catch the Roar: Lions of the Kalahari IMAX movie. At night we hit Dave and Buster's and played a couple of rounds of Battletech in the new Tesla pods. Saturday, we went to Chinatown to get haircuts, and then hit the Atlanta Cyclorama and Oakland Cemetary, after which we just hit a Borders. We also walked along Peachtree in Midtown, taking in all of the new furniture and design stores. Finally, on Sunday, we just walked around Lenox Mall until it was time to head over to the airport for his flight. Most of the trip, however, we were trying to get in all the ( good eats that Atlanta has to offer ). It's a good thing we walked around most of the time, otherwise, I think I'd be rolling around in the office today. Just think, Jerry also suggested we eat at Fogo de Chao... Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to get to the High Museum, as well as take the actual tour of Oakland Cemetary, but we're kinda saving that up for the next time he comes up. |
January 9th, 2004
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 After you've come home after a long day and you've spent most of your time in either the dry, dry cold outdoors or the dry, dry heat indoors, when you decide to make a Chicago-style hot dog, make sure you put some chapstick or lip balm on before opening your mouth to dig into the thing. You might find it will save you some discomfort. |
December 20th, 2003
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 So aside from having to work on my birthday, it went pretty well--my supervisor brought in this dark chocolate-raspberry torte pie thing, and I had all of one slice before it glued my mouth shut with a rich, gooey, chocolatey, crack goodness. Then my boss' wife brought in their grand-dog, a lovely Whippet named Molly. Despite my boss' description of her as, "about as smart as an avocado," she really was quite friendly. I'm not a pet owner kind of person--even though dogs really take to me. I tend to prefer the lower-maintenance cats, but I'm allergic to them. Molly was such a sweet dog, however, I could envision myself raising a dog like her... After work I trudged through the afternoon traffic on 75/85 to get to Newnan. Took about an hour to get through it all, but it was worth it. I had some pizza and snacks, and then we started a Hold'em tournament. I got knocked out when I flopped top pair (Queens) against khubli who had pocket cowboys. After dropping out of a second tournament (where I'd built up a good stack playing aggressively, but lost it calling semi-bluffs which turned into suckouts), everyone presented Gene and me with our respective cakes--I got a fancy cake with musesfool's Remus Lupin on it--actually it had Obi-Wan fighting Jango Fett. Way cool. I'll take a picture of the plastic figurines later and post them. We did play one more tournament, and I managed to stay in it long enough to take second place and double my entry fee--by the time it was down to khubli and me, he'd amassed a sizable chip advantage, and the cards were really cold for me playing heads up. I managed to double up a few times, but low pocket pairs (3s or 4s) wouldn't hold up. As far as the birthday booty, everyone got me a gift certificate to Mimosa, the spa/salon in Decatur, which is pretty sweet because my back's been bugging me a bit lately, and Gene got me Odyssey by Delerium, something that's been on my Amazon wishlist for a while. As far as the other kind of birthday booty, well, it's business as usual. I drove home from Newnan at about 3:00 in the morning, because I could feel the beginnings of disease taking me. Slept in until about 11:30, then watched this week's 24, Celebrity Poker Showdown (the players seem to be getting better...), That 70's Show, and The O.C.. Now it's time for breakfast. |
December 16th, 2003
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You know those plastic spoons that Wendy's gives you with your chili or frosty? Whoever makes them needs to make the bowl of the spoon a bit shallower. The current depth requires you to contort your mouth and lips oddly to get all the foodstuffs in the scoop. ETA: from The Cup of Chicha, The History of Eating Utensils. |
November 25th, 2003
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Who else thinks Frosty + Fries = Yummy? Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/uncomfortable.gif) hungry |
October 30th, 2003
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Well, despite the chance that I might lose my job, because our client reduced our hours this week, I'm taking a half day today and tomorrow... I'm going to go have some Bún, grab some Sung buns, and then go home and watch the second season of Coupling. Woohoo! |
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Staying up watching Smallville, Angel, and The O.C. as well as playing a Hold'em and a 7-stud Tournament on Hoyle Casino has reduced my mind to simple declarative statements today. From a morning chat: tmhsiao: eggs are yummy
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tmhsiao: I like cheese, but cheese don't like me.
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tmhsiao: Candy is good.ETA: Reading that over, the phrase "Murdered by pirates is good" suddenly came to mind... Incidentally, the second line has nothing to do with "Restless." |
October 1st, 2003
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If you're wondering about the kind of thing that will make you have those horrible, Wô-zhēn-de-bù-shū-fú!, pass-out-face-first-falling-out-of-the-c ar-onto-asphalt, gastrointestinal pains, you can put a check mark next to: - Drinking a Mochaccino Blanc, four Sprites, and a large cup of Cream of Broccoli soup on a stomach whose only contents are the two-hour-old remnants of a Pork Sung Bun.
That is all. Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/scared.gif) distressed |
September 23rd, 2003
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I can't decide which is tastier--a bun with dried pork on it, or a bun with roast bbq pork in it. Here's yet another drabble for the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) sunday100. |
September 9th, 2003
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Arrgh. The mere mention of cuban sandwiches somewhere on the fflist has now given me an enormous craving for Kool Korners. And this is after a large bowl of Bún from Pho Hoa. I think that I'm allergic to dark chocolate. Every time I eat a piece of dark chocolate, my throat tightens up like that feeling you get before you get sick. What I'm wondering is why doesn't it happen with milk chocolate--is it the milk (which sets off my lactose intolerance) or some other dark -> milk chocolate processing thingy? You wouldn't know it from the description, but dried, shredded pork tastes really, really good scattered on top of a sweet baked bun. Current Mood: hungry |
September 4th, 2003
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Found on a post about Gainesville, FL: Burrito Bros.
Has anyone ever eaten at Burrito Bros. on the west side of 13th just north of University Ave.? I've heard mixed reviews about it.... Also, anyone ever eat at Leonardo's on University Ave. just east of 13th? Just trying to find new places to eat around gville... I am so craving the Guac now... Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/happy.gif) shocked |
July 15th, 2003
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I think, if Boston Market hadn't expanded to too many stores in too short a time and went all chapter 11, I wouldn't have a food coma right now. Since there's only one BM that I know of in Atlanta and it's not readily accessible, when I do go there, I tend to get a lot of stuff. Because I went to get the oil changed for the car, I passed by BM on the way back from Jiffy Lube. And here I am thinking, "Bonus! I was just gonna grab something fast and not-entirely appetizing on the way back to work..." So I got the meatloaf with a sweet potatoes (complete with marshmallows and brown sugar), stuffing, and a cornbread muffin ("aint nothing wrong with dat!"). As rich and filling as the sweet potatoes were, I still had to finish the meatloaf and cornbread, because I don't get a lot of Boston Market. And now I just want to curl up under my desk and sleeeeeeeeep. It occured to me earlier that I've been working at this job for exactly one year. Woohoo! Current Mood: food coma |
June 12th, 2003
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I didn't really need a great interview to know that Alton Brown is cool. In this week's episode of Good Eats, he constructs a smoker out of two terra cotta pots, a hot plate, and a grill to make some pulled pork (crucial) barbeque. Mmmm...boy. Ron Perlman, aside from having a pretty cool name, gets to dress up as your favorite son-of-a-devil paranormal detective. Some part of me has always wanted to write a Buffyverse- Hellboy crossover (only without the clichéd "two heroes meet and fight until they realize they're on the same side" thing). |
June 10th, 2003
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After sending this link to batnandu, we had an extended discussion on ice cream utensils. batnandu thinks that sporks are the most useless eating utensil ever. I quote: ...making [a spork] out of titanium is like saying: dude, have this, the most useless utensil on the planet, FOR THE REST OF YOUR FREAKING LIFE. IT WILL OUTLIVE YOUR GRANDCHILDREN... I think, however, that a titanium spork might be useful for hard ice cream, especially if you could warm the metal before you sink it into the carton (because what's the point of eating ice cream if you can't eat it out of the carton?). He told me that Indians (or, as he proudly put it, "The brown people") solved that by making square ice cream spoons, where the forward edge can cut into the ice cream. It makes sense from that perspective, but I'm having a bit of trouble with the back of the spoon's bowl. If, in fact, the entire spoon is square (and it doesn't just have a "squared" front edge), then wouldn't the back edges of the spoon ruin the ice cream experience? My personal feelings on ice cream (at least with a spoon) are that part of the gestalt of eating ice cream is the whole smooth-roundedness of the experience. With the image I have of a square spoon, you wouldn't be able to smoothly lip-rake ice cream off the top of a large dollop without getting some of the square edge on the back (and maybe even a little on the front). In order to avoid this edge, you'd have to puff out your cheeks more, instead of enveloping the dollop. So, my question is this. Does anyone have a picture of this Indian ice cream spoon? Or is my concept of it (essentially, like one of those wire fish tank nets with a bowl instead of a net) just wrong? Help me out here... Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/curious.gif) curious |
February 19th, 2003
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I'm never going in on group meals again. Inevitably, someone wants to split the tab evenly when one of them has ordered fifteen gazillion beers when all you drank was water. Or you end up short because someone can't count, and you feel rotten for leaving the overly-generous server a 0.002 percent tip. What happened tonight, however, is the cake-taker. Someone ate my dinner. Prior to our disastrous pool league match today, I asked Ollie if he was hungry at all. After some hashing back and forth about where to go, we finally settled on Pizza. I ordered two medium pizzas from Mellow Mushroom, and I picked up the tab on my credit card, totaling about 32 dollars. Courtney, Ollie, and I sat down and had about a pie's worth of slices. Nandu said he might be interested in some, so I pooled the boxes and entrusted the leftovers to Heidi in the kitchen. I figured that Nandu would eat his share, and I could eat the rest for dinner Wednesday after work. At some point during the match, I see Rob coming down with two slices of the pizza. He offers to pay for his share, so I don't mind so much. At the end of the night, however, I ask Ollie for the box, and he says there's just one slice left. Apparently when Rob found the pizza, others helped themselves to the rest of the pie. What the fuck? Ollie gave me ten dollars for his share, and I felt bad about asking Courtney for five additional. I gave Rob's two dollars back to Ollie--he and Courtney didn't eat half the fucking tab's worth of pizza; at most they ate a quarter of it, and they're still paying for almost half. Which just leaves me to pay the other half. So whoever the hell you are that ate my dinner for tonight, I hope to hell it gives you anal seepage. Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/annoyed.gif) annoyed |
January 3rd, 2003
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I just stepped out from work to pick up some foodage from Panera Bread, and it was frigid. The wind bit into me from the empty spaces which my jacket leaves uncovered. My long scarf and gloves were of little help. I was just discussing weather with Bethany, bratsey's friend, last night, agreeing with her that we're both Winter people. Growing up in Miami leaves you without a good sense of Winter, so I tend to find myself wanting more cold weather situations--skiing, mountains. Of course, Winter is far easier to take with a firm, yet supple . . . tight embrace. Walter is visiting town today. Our tentative plan right now is to meet up at some point and try to catch the Thrashers-Penguins game, if we can score some tickets. Current Mood: cold Current Music: "Jessie's Girl" - Rick Springfield |
December 27th, 2002
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Last night I went to sleep around 1:00 or so, after playing a game of computer chess and reading Nick Bantok's Alexandria. At approximately 7:45 A.M., the power went out around Peachtree Street from North Avenue to about 14th Street this morning. I woke up to the sound of the First Union Building backup generators kicking in--imagine the sounds of a large diesel engine strapped to a skyscraper. Not so shortly thereafter, the plaintive alarms of my two UPS units started. For about forty-five minutes, I half-listened to the syncopated beeping and tried to return to my dreams. Amidst the cacophony, my clock radio kicked off its own alarm, with the morning news and traffic report. Figuring that listening would just run the battery backup down on the clock, I shut it off and tried in vain to go back to sleep. I tossed about the bed until about 9:32 and then finally rose to shower and shave for work. I was about 10 minutes late, which isn't really a huge concern. I had wanted to stop off at the LaVista Sandwich Shop about six doors down from the office to grab a bagel with egg and cheese or something, but as I approached, I noticed their closed door. They're shut down for the season. So now I'm exceedingly hungry. ( The previously promised More Christmas stuff )Current Mood: hungry Current Music: "But Not Tonight" - Scott Weiland |
December 26th, 2002
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At about that time, my father walked into my room in Miami, and turned on the light next to the bed. Having just rousted myself from whatever faraway reverie I had in order to funch, I luckily noticed him making his way to the night stand and managed, at the last moment, to avoid that sudden, piercing light which took me back to so many high-school mornings. Not quite two days prior, I subjected myself to a similar sort of Chinese-Light Torture, where, at about 1:00 AM on December 24, I went to sleep with the light on my nightstand still blazing. Knowing full well that an alarm alone wouldn't wake me up on less than, say, five hours of sleep, the light was my insurance that I would not miss my 9:50 AM flight. Given the stories of the previous days (see my previous entry), I felt it somewhat necessary to get up extra early to make my flight--and were I to have an expected surplus of time, I could just catch up on a few episodes of South Park or Inu-Yasha. Christmas with the family was pretty much business as usual, and we went to the requisite parties/luncheons. On the night of Christmas Eve (following a much needed nap), we went to Auntie Lydia's place where we met with a whole slew of old childhood friends. Well, mostly my brother's childhood friends--I was probably far too young to really be anything more than the token little-brother figure for the lot of them. Most of them are now married, and a good number of them now have children, which makes me feel as though I've somehow fallen behind in the race to acheive my life-goals. At this point, I'm not even near having a girlfriend, despite my father's assumptions, suggestions, and insinuations. Hell, I think I now know more people in my high school graduating class who have married and/or have children, than those who are single and/or are sans child. Of course, at this point in time, I hesitate to think I'd make a very good dad, despite my willingness to give them my steak ***. But part of me can't shake this feeling of missing out on something, especially when the wives of said associates are quite attractive. More on Christmas later...
***The Steak Theory: My personal theory of fatherhood. Imagine, if you will, that you're sitting at Bone's or The Highland Tap or whatever your favorite place to eat great steak is (somewhere not All-You-Can-Eat, like Fogo de Chao), and you're currently cutting into what could quite possibly be the greatest steak you've ever eaten. It's juicy, it's flavorful, it's charred in the right places; it needs no sauce of any kind. Your hypothetical child looks up at you and says, "Dad, can I have your steak?" You're not ready for fatherhood unless you're willing, eagerly willing even, to relinquish the greatest steak of your life and give it to your child. That's the Steak Theory. Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/tired.gif) tired |
December 19th, 2002
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One year ago, I was unemployed, and Blake and I went to see The Fellowship of the Ring on opening morning. Three years ago, I told Keely, "I've never thrown up from alcohol." I would go on to have numerous balloons taped to my person. A stripper named "Six" would later tell me that she'd love to see me in drag, and my aforementioned statement would eventually be false. Thirteen years ago, I sat at home all day, hoping that Amy Karoly would call me. She never called. Some seventeen or so years ago, I would board a plane in Miami on December 18 and would later arrive in Taipei, Taiwan on December 20. A Pizza Hut pizza with bean sprouts would be my dinner that night. Current Mood: tired Current Music: the quiet hum of my laptop... |
December 7th, 2002
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Apres Diem is in dire need of new CDs other than Air, Enya, Sade, and the Gipsy Kings. And while we're at it, let's take the Air CD out of the DuPree's CD changer, as well. For some reason I decided to TiVo "Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth" last night. Because of an article in Salon some months ago, Jerry and I had gotten into a debate on the relative value of Campbell's Mythic Hero theories (especially in light of their application in the Star Wars Trilogy). I couldn't really speak to some of the points the article was trying to make about Bill Moyer's take on Star Wars in "The Power of Myth." I started watching the monstrosity this morning (GPTV is showing the series in two four-hour segments). Add to that the Sci-Fi Channel's 20 hour Mini-series Taken, and I'm running a bit short on hours. I'm waiting to eat brunch at the moment, and I can't quite decide if I want to eat an omlette or or not--my last cholesterol count was 248 (and that was like two years ago). I might just go with the granola and fruit. Sigh... I want eggs. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Fucking Air. |
November 24th, 2002
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Ok, here's pretty much the definition of frustration: Yesterday was Katie Earle's birthday, and we took her out for a night of fun. Nandu and I started out playing chess up at DuPree's. At some point, I went downstairs to Apres Diem to get some dessert, and The Devil was there. We made some small talk, blah blah blah. Who really cares what we talked about? Will the subject or any of the given details make her want to crawl into bed with me any time soon? No. So let's just move on... I went back up to DuPree's and hung about until it was time to go to the Cheetah. If you want to see something amusing, try going to a strip club with 30+ lesbians, and watch some of the dancer's reactions. Dave was standing by one when the whole bevy came in, and one dancer exclaimed, "OH. MY. GOD!" There were a few standouts, and Earnie was generous enough to buy a dance from one of them for me, as well as a shooter (according to Earnie, the shooter girl, Onyx--right, like that's her real name--can deep throat a Voss bottle; I shudder). But as fun as strip clubs are, when you're condemned to go home alone, they're ultimately extremely frustrating. Afterwards, at the behest of Keely, we headed over to My Sister's Room. Which was interesting to say the least. Of course, Jeech, Earnie and I basically hung out in a group by ourselves, lesbian-watching. There was quite a wide menagerie of lesbians there last night, and it was funny watching the different types making their way about the crowd. There was one girl dressed in all black, and a red necktie, who was quite fetching, but both Earnie and I were a bit uncomfortable watching her for fear of some random right-hook coming and belting us out of nowhere. Again, however, despite the anthropological (and the leering) interest, being a guy and going to a lesbian bar is just an exercise in frustration. And then I went home to shower and sleep. Alone. See? Frustration. On another note, on Friday night, I hit Apres Diem to get some tea to go. As I was walking up the stairs, I stumbled and spilled hot scalding water on my left hand. Jules was kind enough to give me a cold towel to wrap around my hand. When Patty saw it, she asked me what had happened. I explained everything, and she followed up with, "Oh, that sucks. Could you move your hand around the table and wipe it down?" Imagine the fun of trying to play Spades while your hand is covered with a cold, damp, icy towel. Oh well. I might be going to see Die Another Day, but I've got way too much television to watch at home... Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/nolegs/frustrated.gif) frustrated Current Music: Some jazzy stuff at Diem |
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