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Now you can click on the headers to the left to see previous things i've written, thought, played, quoted etc. Just click on the appropriate header to check out what i've done before!
Read more...I've been in a funk for a few days that i can't seem to shake. It's getting better, but i have no idea what brought it on or what was feeding it.
Had a bit of Pasadena-itis, or mabye it's more like couch-itis, and really pushed to go out lately. Evan and i took trips to Hollywood with the gang, and went to Santa Monica the other night as well. It was REALLY nice to get out of the house and away from our usual diggs for a while.
Hollywood was, well, it's Hollywood, what can i say? Weird people, greasy pizza, pimps, ho's, trannys (not too many though), and slutty dressed girls galore. I won our whore watching game thanks to that pimp in the white suit and the purple car with spinners. Holla!
Santa Monica was very nice also, but Cali beaches always throw me for a loop. We walked around the city part and checked out a few performers. For some reason, we bypassed the breakers and the gospel singing 8 year old to stand and watch this one dude playing an electric travelling violin. Ok, so the cheesy dance-cats beat he had on in the background was a turn off, but the man actually had some talent. I'll have to go back and grab one of his CD's later.
If you venture off 3rd street promenade, there are some surprisingly cool stores around. We found a british tea house and british market (man, i was so tempted to get some marmite, i LOVE that stuff!), a few pubs, a strange import shop, exhale spa and yoga place (i am in love with one of the teachers there), and the lululemon athletica store (note: they just opened one in old town where ghiradelli's used to be!). There's this awesome vegan/vege place i've wanted to try called Real Food Daily, but the line was way too long and we were in more of a coffee and toast mood. Regardless, they have some amazing sounding food there (that i can actually eat!), and it's located on 5th and Santa Monica right next to a great indian/buddhist/yogi store.
We headed to the beach, and it was soothing to feel sand in between my toes again. There was a peace exhibition thing near the boardwalk with crosses and candles representing all those who've died in Iraq during the war. They also had poster boards with pictures and names of the first 1000 us soldiers to die. Looking at those faces, i recognized the straight expression, neat, shaved, pristine nature of the military, so often i've seen with my marine brother. Thank GOD he'll never go to Iraq. Dodging the screaming kids chasing after bubbles, we didn't have much time for the actual pier, but managed to snag a churro on the way back to the car. Then it was to Fred and Warren's for fun times and bed.
I believe our Memorial Day bbq was a success, we definitely had enough food to feed many more people. You all were there so i don't need to go into details, but my first run at a pineapple upside-down cake turned out very well! Thanks for coming everyone, and i'm sure we'll have many more this summer. Or maybe this fall, if it's less hot.
Still looking for freelance, still needing more money and more sleep. But other than that, i hope this funk, like so many before it, wafts off so i can be myself again. Oh, and allergies: yeah, thanks, f*ck you guys.
Haven't really had anything to blog about, that is, until i go outside this morning and find my bike tire to be let out, for the second time in 2 months. Ok seriously, who is so lame that the prank they decide to play is based on letting someone's air out of their tires?
Seriously, i use my bike every day, it's my only means of getting around without help. That being said, it'll only get me places locally, i'm not about to go trekking to Long Beach on it, but i can actually get around in pasadena. That being said, it's how i get to work. Yeah, riding at 5:45 am does suck, but i HAVE to do it. What i don't HAVE to do, and what i hate to do, is come tromping back into the house to wake up my warm and sleeping boyfriend to steal some of his sleep time to take me in to work. He understands, he's nice, and he does it, but what I don't understand is why someone would flatten the tires, but not even try to steal the bike. (Evan's bike got the lock cut off and stolen a few months ago from the same place where i put my 2 bikes now)
I mean, do the homeless who set up shop around Lake and Maple (btw, when the hell did that become the haven for these people, like 3 months ago it just exploded in a mass of cardboard signs with "Help, veteran needs food, will work..." scrawled across the front?) honestly have nothing better to do with their time? Or is it some jerk-off in the apartment building who's making the problem?
Maybe it would have been better if Robert had put in those gates, although cumbersome, it must keep someone out. If i had the money to get a swank bike lock with lasers, or even a bike pump, i'd be all over it. But i don't, not now. So to whoever is doing that, or did it, or whoever(s), i swear if i ever catch you, i'll rip your nips off with my crescent wrench and make you eat them WITHOUT any seasonings. TAKE THAT!
Ah, seems like i haven't been posting lately, rest assured, i am still alive and well. This week has been exhausting! That late night trip eating pies with Lucas really messed up my sleep schedule for the week (for those of you in the dark, i have to get up at 5:30 am everyday to get to work, so when i stay out till 2 am... ouch!). Then the night after that i had chorale at UCLA till 10, meaning i'm lucky if i get to bed before 11:30 or midnight and then wake up at 5:30. Super ouch! I seem to be back on schedule now, and my brain is slowly regaining shape after being a big slushy pile of mush for the past few days.
However, i have been writing reviews for every movie i watch on Netflix. Evan pointed out how as soon as i got an account the only thing i was ordering were strange indy foreign films. I LOVE foreign films, they really know what they're doing. I've recently seen In the Mood for Love (chinese), The Scent of the Green Papaya (vietnamese), Bad Education (spain spanish), and City of God (brazillian w/ portuguese). City of God was particularly awesome, and i will be keeping an eye out for the dvd.
Coming soon: A gyoza making party, anyone interested?
a.k.a. "28 Weeks Later"
If stupid was a train, the only stop would be in retard-ville, where this movie would get on and never leave.
Similar to the first one, the basic plot is that someone does something stupid, someone gets infected and fucks with everyone else, the world goes to SHIT, and the military spends the rest of the movie with their thumbs up their asses, with one wannabe byronic hero boasting some crap about justice and life... then shed a few tears, add a shocker right before the ending, and voila: you have just created the world's greatest zombie movie. Truth is, despite the overwhelming lack of sense portrayed in the characters (they should have known what children actors would have done to the movie), it was an AWESOME show. As ususal, there were tons of jumpy moments, chaotic scenes in the dark, music that was climactic and repedative, cinematography that was cinna-licious, and the cast wasn't bad to look at either. But seriously though, it was a very well done movie which left me wanting more by it's new "Dawn of the Dead" style ending (hooray, we're all fucked!). And while i haven't had any yet, i'm sure some sweaty screaming nightmares are in my future (The first one had me imagining infected crashing through my bedroom window for a month!)
I'll post more later about this movie, when it's not 7 am and i'm tired, but i leave you with a few things to ponder:
Was the dad like really smart after he turned, cause he needed his keycard to get around the building, so did he use it when he was infected?
Wasn't the daughter wearing waaaaay too much eyeliner?
Don't you think the mom just got REAMED in this movie? Poor thing, she never got a break.
Anyone want to go running? I think we need to start training...
So i've been thinking about a new template for a while. Not that blogger's pre-made templates are bad, but i wanted something more unique. So naturally i googled "free blogger templates" and copied/pasted the best one i could find. Luckily, most of it is just basic HTML and i've been able to tweak it from the original enough so that it's very Toasty.
It's not done yet, so no criticism please, but compliments are ALWAYS welcome...
It looks like a massive case of fatigue has taken over the ooman named Mahea. It's a falling over at work, wishing it was thursday cause that's the day the bosses don't come in, too much allergy pill kind of tired. We are being assured that it is unrrelated to the late night excursion to go investigate and photograph the Griffith Park fire. We are being told that Mahea, and fellow NEEEEERD! boyfriend Evan Stiles, were amongst the many amateur photographers out last night, joined by numerous onlookers who were lame and ate pizza out of their cars. It is unclear at this time if Mahea and Evan were able to adequately mock those quote LAME people. And Mike has some new news in health, Mike?
That's right Brian, it seems that the allergic reaction (i.e. hand sized welts on Mahea's legs) seems to be going down as the rate of calamine lotion application goes up. We can see here that this area's redness and swelling has calmed down significantly and it is notably less itchy. The swelling here around the knee looks to be controlled by medication and icing, though we are not being told the brands of medication at this time. We do realize that although the situation if finally starting to look up, Mahea is prepared to whine well into the next week. Back to you Brian...
Thanks Mike, that was riveting. Up next, chocolate, cat naps, and what's REALLY in Mahea's secret hummus recipe, could it be puppies? All that and more, after the break. *shuffles papers*
I love the headline that Magic Stones sent in: Toxic products found in blood of BBQ lovers. It's like, dude, barbecuers have poisonous blood! Veganism would be a lot harder if vampires really existed, because my friends would be all like, hey, you'd better eat these ribs so your blood will be toxic to vampires, and I'd be all, no way eh, I'm like vegan and stuff, and I'd be totally risking my life for my principles instead of living my cushy real world vegan existence where I feel awesome and have reduced risk of all kinds of health problems and oh yeah, I don't have as many toxic products in my blood.
(From Vegan Pr0n dot com.)
Ok, so just a heads up that most of my image links are offline. I rearranged my photobucket albums and broke them, and i'm too lazy at the moment to redo them all at once. Enjoy! (All regular links work, just not images)
Read more...and i just had a bowl of vegan chili with beans. I swear i'm white trash sometimes.
I had one of those dreams last night, you know, the type where it's the same dream 3 times, each from a different perspective.
I was on America's Next Top Purger, oh, i mean "Model", and all the girls and i went out for chinese in Chinatown. It was late and we barely found a place open, when i realized that i had nothing nice to wear to the judging panel the next day. Leaving the girls to get the food, I ran off to find a clothing store, which incicentally was robbed when i was in the dressing room.
Each of the outcomes was different in the 3 versions, meaning i guess that in the first two i got shot, but the last one i hid and was fine. It was almost surreal because that version was F/P as opposed to 3rd P like the other two. I remember scrunching the dress up to my neck as i hid, the way it scratched against my throat as i struggled to breathe slowly, and the heat from the body of a robber as he stood close by. All 3 took place in about 15 minutes, freaky eh?
The weirdest feeling though... the second time, when i got caught, the robber did that weird siren thing in God of War, and i my head got all ripply and shakey and i couldn't hear straight or see straight. I'm sure Evan will give anyone a demo if they haven't seen it.
In other news, i caressed a roma tomato this morning, it was awesome, and i took a loverly spill on the bike last night. I sprained my left ankle and got some nasty road rash on my left leg and left elbow. I might as well scrape my left cheek on some gravel to make the look, and feelings, complete. Wanted to go to karate, but i guess this'll force me to take it easy. Luckily, i have an amazing boyfriend who driveth me to work today. Supposed to go volunteer at the ranch friday, we'll see how that goes...
I love Fred's idea that people are demanding because in business money is involved and money is seen now as inherently eeeebil.
I was a waitress for 4 years, and honestly, it's the hardest job i ever had, harder i think than even tech support. Not only do the customers try to buy a product, but #1 it's food (people are really snippy when their blood sugar is low let me tell you), #2 they can see me (see if i am punching in their order, if i am checking on it, bringing it out yet, 'why is she talking to that other table when my food is probably ready!')(and i HAVE to see them, so if there's a problem, it's literally, in my face), and #3 they know that part of my livelyhood is in their hands (i used to have a friend who would put $5 on the table and remove $1 every time the waitress did something he didn't like).
I've had kids throw their drinks in my face, color on the walls with pens, and pour melted butter in my hair several times(we served crab legs). The only thing worse than dealing with the kids, was dealing with the parents. They're the ones who became the deamons, demanding that their kid's food be brought out right away so they can have some relief from parenting, who laugh as their hellians smeared ketchup all over the table (aww, he's so cute!).
Then there's the pre-purchase questions:
What's in this burger?
Can i have coleslaw instead?
How long is it going to take, i have to leave soon?
If i get this dish, can he share and just get a side?
Why are these prices different if it's like the SAME thing?
And the techie questions:
My burger is rare, i wanted it well done, can you fix it?
This tastes funny, can you fix it?
This isn't what i wanted, can you fix it?
I'm not going to pay for that, can you take the bill and fix it?
My kid just threw up here, can you fix it?
I am generally unhappy with my life right now and want to take it out on someone but can't on my kids or spouse because it isn't appropriate so can i yell at you till you fix it?
I remember my managers always spouting "The customer is always right" at every staff meeting, yet i never was willing to swallow that tripe. After years of service, i've decided that "The customer is always human." is a more fitting phrase. Humans make mistakes, we think we're right when we may not be, we get angry, we expect, we retaliate, we deal. However, some people deal and reason better than others, and the sad fact is that most people don't understand their emotions enough TO deal. That's why i got out of that biz, sure i made $400 bucks in tips on a good night, but aside from the aches of running around for 8 hours straight, i was starting to see people as grubby whining little Paris Hiltons, waving fists of money at others in order to get them to do what they want. When you say jump, i say fuck you.
For things to remember about people service, check out fred's blog. He's got some good tips on how not to be an asshole. (This is the SUPPORT LINE is it not!? I'm not getting ANY SUPPORT!!!)
Medium, Season I
The Ghost Whisperer Seasons I & II
Battlefield 2142, single player mode.
The Windsor Pilates Ball Workout
The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, Season II
Under Rug Swept by Alanis Morissette
Yoga Shakti by Shiva Rea
About alternative ways to calm my cough. Yak's milk?
About freelancing, i need to make more money...
That i should have cooked the cornbread longer...
The Lake House, Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves, NOT BAD AT ALL!
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind directed by Michel Gondry.
May directed by Lucky McKee.
The Devil's Rejects directed by Rob Zombie.
I thought you said "Mexican Flaming Jew Medicine"!
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[14:22] nicopolitan: i think i just ate some of my hair
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If I ever go berserk and take after large portions of the known flammable world with a high-powered flamethrower, you can be pretty fucking sure that it will occur between four-thirty and five-thirty in the morning, when the mindless fucking birds are singing like they want to go meet Baby Jesus. That shit is why I want a fucking orbital death ray.
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