A Whole Month Later, and I’m Blogging About Tomatoes.

I decided that I could just eat a tomato raw.  I could not. 

I’ve always hated tomatoes.  I love ketchup.  I love spaghetti sauce.  I can eat tomatoes that are cooked and with other things that cover up the tomato taste.  But when it comes to a plain tomato, it makes me gag.  Literally.  Even if the raw tomato is present with other foods, I can’t take it.  So I used to toss it out of my burgers and avoid it on salads.  The only way I’ll take a raw tomato is if it’s with lots and lots of salt.  But if the only way for me to consume more tomatoes is with the inclusion of more sodium, doesn’t that cancel out any advantages?

Tomatoes are so disgusting.  And I’ve been wondering, is it just me?  Are my taste buds hardwired to be repulsed by raw tomatoes?  Because everyone else eats it like nothing’s wrong with the taste.

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I Know How Cinderalla’s Sisters Feel

Today after work, I headed to Dole Cannery to meet up w/ some peeps who were gonna watch the new Transformers movie on IMAX.  We actually tried going last Friday, I think it was, but the movie was sold out, and instead, we watched Hangover (which makes it my second viewing).  On the bright side, today was dollar hotdog Tuesday!  (I only had two.)

We were supposed to meet up early to ensure seating.  I got there on time, but no one else did (well, I’ll admit, it’s only a ten minute drive from work).  So I went to that shoe store next to the theaters.  I went in, having no real intention of buying anything.  I figured, that if I was going to buy something, the priority would be on proper running shoes.  In the unlikely event that I go running.  Really, I just bought it cuz I thought they looked nice.

Anyhow.  The movie was great, and I got home just a while ago.  I tried the shoes on.  Yeah, my first time actually trying them on.  I think they’re kinda small.  This is the thing with me and my purchases.  I never ever try them on at the store, and just optimistically assume that pants, shirts, SHOES, they all fit.  Actually, lengthwise, I think they fit perfectly, with some extra space left.  The problem is I have pretty wide feet.  It looks like my feet are swollen and my shoe’s about to explode.

Eh.  I have no desire to return them.  I think I just have to break them in a little.  I’ve been wearing them for an hour and so far it feels comfortable.  A little restricting.  But hopefully in time, my feet get skinnier and they’ll fit perfect!

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So, You Come Around Here Often?

Eff it.  I’m gonna start doing “laundry list” posts chronicling my day.  But not now.  I have to get ready for work.

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Lap Computer

This is what one of my aunties calls a laptop.  Although I shouldn’t make fun of her considering she paid for the last one I had.

Anyhoo, that last one, Dell Inspiron 600m or whatever, finally gave up the ghost.  For all the times I had to reformat that sucker, or make a toll free call to some random Indian or Filipino dude with a bad American accent and a clichéd American name for customer service or a spare part, it was a decent piece of equipment to putter around with.  It lasted long enough for me to not remember how long I actually had it.

One night sucker just froze on me.  I forced a shut down, but it wouldn’t turn back on.  I would have been all heart break and sobs, but I knew it was coming, and at least now I had a good reason to blow some cash on something big like a new laptop.

My trip to Best Buy was fun.  I always get suspicious of salespeople who try too hard, because then I think they’re hiding something from me.  I wasn’t in the computers section one minute, before this possibly Filipino guy with a Lloyd Christmas haircut asks me if I needed help.  I mean, yeah I did, but I didn’t even get to look at what I was working with.  He sort of just went based on my price range and whether I was a gamer or not.  From there, he took me to the Toshibas, and pretty much just shit talked on the Dells and HPs.  I ended up asking if I could just look around for a little while longer, and in that time, I realized he gave the same selling spiel to everyone else. 

In this shopping experience, though, I really didn’t care what I ended up with in the end.  Have you seen laptop prices lately?  You go in expecting to pay $1500 – $2000, and you come away with something a fourth of that price and extra crap because you have the luxury to pay for it.  Who cares if this thing lasts only two years!  I mean, then you have those Macs.  For all those Apple nerds out there, you pay an arm and a leg, it better damn well last you five years at least. 

I’ve been taking the slow road in transferring my files to my laptop from my external hard drives.  I could always just keep it there, but then, I’m using it as an excuse to purge all that random junk.  Oh, and there were stillfiles on my old laptop.  There was a trick to getting it to turn on.  It was so random, like blowing into an NES cartridge.  I noticed that, it turned on when, in my frustration, I slammed my hands on it as I pushed the power button, and I could feel the disk spin inside.  Of course, when I released the pressure, it froze and I had to force it to shut down again.  So what I ended up having to do was place the laptop on my lap, push down on the sides, and it turned on and stayed on.  For thirty minutes.  I stayed in that position.  Without moving.  LAME.

So now I got a shiny (literally), new Toshiba Satellite  A305 blah blah blah for all you nerds out there.  Kenneth.  It works fine.  I like it just fine.  It gets me on Facebook and Gmail.  Is all I care about.

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Minimalism

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Alright, so why on earth would I post a picture of my desk.  I mean, it almost looks like an accidental snapshot.  It’s just a barren portion of a desk.  It’s precisely because it’s friggin’ empty that I’m showing it to you!  It’s been YEARS and I’ve finally been able to claim that space for myself.

I finally got around to  cleaning up around my room.  I’ve either disposed of or donated stuff I don’t ever use.  These were random things that I know I can live without and not even notice that they’re gone.

I could probably go another two or three rounds just with the stuff in and on my desk alone, but that now clean and empty corner is especially important, because that’s the spot I usually reserve for my meals.  In the past, it was usually a place holder for textbooks, and more recently, it was just random crap or “urgent” things I needed to tend to.  So when it got really bad, and I was eating, I had to move crap onto my bed or the floor.  Friggin’ annoying, right?

Like I said, though, I could go at least another two rounds on my desk.  Which is why I didn’t take a picture of my desk in its entirety.  Embarrassed.  You don’t know the kind of crap I have around here.  Books I bought but never bothered to read.  And a whole lot of random things I don’t care to list, it’s that random.  I mean, I got rid of a lot of stuff, but what used to be in that corner, just went somewhere else that could hold it now.

Eh.

Well, how’s that for substance!  And with a picture, too!

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Posting to Facebook

Okay, taking Kenneth’s advice, I’m now having these gems fed to my Facebook notes.  And I’m kind of having second thoughts.

Actually, my main gripe is that everything got imported, from months ago, and it posted to my news feed, and the posts don’t make a whole lot of sense on Facebook, because it’s aged and everything I wrote was in the context of writing isolatedly, if that’s a word, to this blog.

And now I have to remember that whole slew of people that I don’t really talk to (yeah, I went there, and I admitted it) have access to my inner most thoughts.  Pfft!  Whatever.  Like I ever censor myself.  And I post status updates like an addict!

Anyway.  It sucks that I haven’t posted any thing will real substance yet.  Be patient!

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I’m Back

Wow, almost two months.  I started this blog at such a crappy time, huh.  Well, never again will I be so neglectful!  I would think that I would have two months worth of genius writing built up in me, but actually, I’m pretty much brain dead at the moment.  (Also right now, I’m debating internally exactly how much I should say about what I do for a living.  I’m pretty sure Kenneth is the only person aware of this blog, and, uh, what he gon’ do? he ain’t nobody.  Just kidding, Kenneth.  You are somebody.  But anyway, I’m pretty sure work wouldn’t appreciate much of the things I will say in the future, so I think anonymity, as much as I can maintain, is prudent here.)  Anyway, genius writing in the next post, I promise.  Pinky swear.

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Carried Away

How the heck . . .

From deciding I should iron my work clothes the night before rather than in the morning, right before work ==>to rearranging clothes in my closet for extra space so the “soon to be” ironed clothes would stay neatly pressed ==> to taking crap out and deciding to finally weed out stuff I can donate ==> to a complete cleaning out of my closet.

Two trash bags and two boxes of things I can donate later, I’m heading out to my parents’ house because I know they have an empty trash bin, and I can save the stuff for donation for this weekend.

All that.  But really, was it just to avoid ironing?

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