...Hilarious: Pringles being a common garnish on dim sum
...Jibblies-esque: Crazy people who bump into your bags and invade your personal space while spewing jibberish even though there's more than enough room to move
...Nasty and Shouldn't Exist: Egg Custards of the strawberry & banana variety
...Lifesaving: Turkey cookies after Nasties that Shouldn't Exist
...Lame but Expected: Ramune drinks that explode when opened
...Lame: Chinatown on a Saturday
...Scary: Giant Hair
...Annoying & Idiotic: People in the Temple who touch things they shouldn't and make Beetchie tour guide
...Shady: Jewelry stores in Chinatown
...Awesome: Blue & White Diamonds
...$2,000 @ 70% off: Blue & White Diamonds
...In need of discussion: 2 kids on the train. Same age. 1 smart. 1 not so much.
Quote of the Day: "Our (Atlantis citizens) diet mostly consists of crabs, starfish & the occasional sea squirrel." - King Neptune from The Fairly Odd Parents
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Goodbye Kitty
I am kitty-sitting. Pumpkin and Jazzie are good little kitties but one of my favourite people recently said to me (from now on we'll refer to him as Clownie) -"You should just eat them..."
It gets better.
Me: If they give me trouble?
Clownie: No, trouble or not, they should just be eaten.
Me: I see...you know I could eat some cat dumplings right about now.
Clownie: There you go. I'm sure Momma HoChie has all types of recipes she could bring up for them...you know, like that Japanese cat. What was it called again? Hello...
Me: Hello Kitty?
Clownie: Hello Kitty. Yes, I'm sure there must be recipes for this 'Hello Kitty' or rather, 'Goodbye Kitty'.
I'm on a quest to create a whole line of "Goodbye Kitty" recipes.
This is how TheHOchies will be rich.
It gets better.
Me: If they give me trouble?
Clownie: No, trouble or not, they should just be eaten.
Me: I see...you know I could eat some cat dumplings right about now.
Clownie: There you go. I'm sure Momma HoChie has all types of recipes she could bring up for them...you know, like that Japanese cat. What was it called again? Hello...
Me: Hello Kitty?
Clownie: Hello Kitty. Yes, I'm sure there must be recipes for this 'Hello Kitty' or rather, 'Goodbye Kitty'.
I'm on a quest to create a whole line of "Goodbye Kitty" recipes.
This is how TheHOchies will be rich.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
We present to you...
PINK.
Enjoy because after fiddling (and not silly-fiddling either) with this for an hour to try to fix some layout troubles, it finally decided to co-operate.
Not messing with it again for a while.
Deal.
Currently watching: "Firefly" Season 1.
Quote of the Day: "...So Flock Off!" - Pecker in Jak X Combat Racing
Enjoy because after fiddling (and not silly-fiddling either) with this for an hour to try to fix some layout troubles, it finally decided to co-operate.
Not messing with it again for a while.
Deal.
Currently watching: "Firefly" Season 1.
Quote of the Day: "...So Flock Off!" - Pecker in Jak X Combat Racing
Saturday, November 05, 2005
A World of Crazies
Hochie 1... or 2 signing in after a brief hiatus.
I was overwhelmed this week with the wealth of Hollywood peeps who entertain us but should really only scare us because they are CRAZY.
"Crazy? Me? " 
Is it just me or does Mariah's boobs seem to change size dramatically (we are talking post boob job pics) depending on the day of the week? It is almost as if she can inflate or deflate to suit. 
Perhaps he changed his front teeth? I just don't know.
I was overwhelmed this week with the wealth of Hollywood peeps who entertain us but should really only scare us because they are CRAZY.
Offender Numero Uno - Mel Gibson - the picture says it all. And no, he is not acting out a scene; he is at a press conference in Mexico. Poor, scared Mexicans.
"Crazy? Me? "
YES!!!
Ethan, even if you are not crazy, you look crazy this week. Gosh man, put on some makeup. Have we all learnt nothing from Oprah? Nothing?
Now, I don't know who is crazier, Britney for marrying this man and thinking that her life would 
be a fairytale or the man himself for thinking that people will embrace his "musical" talent. Please check the lyrics:
"Over an industrial beat reminiscent of Kelis' 'Milkshake,' Federline represents himself as a brash, newsworthy figure ahead of his time. 'People always asking me when's the release date / Well, baby you can wait and see, until then all these Pavarottis followin' me,' he raps, nicknaming paparazzi after the Italian opera singer. (Associated Press)
That is QUALITY ya'll. Grade A Genie-ass. Pavarottis = Paparazzi (?????) Kevin and Britney must fancy themselves as new age Lexicographers. Does anyone remember MotherChuckers? In the words of a wise Sage, these two are nuckin' futs which is just another way of saying that they CRAZY.
be a fairytale or the man himself for thinking that people will embrace his "musical" talent. Please check the lyrics:"Over an industrial beat reminiscent of Kelis' 'Milkshake,' Federline represents himself as a brash, newsworthy figure ahead of his time. 'People always asking me when's the release date / Well, baby you can wait and see, until then all these Pavarottis followin' me,' he raps, nicknaming paparazzi after the Italian opera singer. (Associated Press)
That is QUALITY ya'll. Grade A Genie-ass. Pavarottis = Paparazzi (?????) Kevin and Britney must fancy themselves as new age Lexicographers. Does anyone remember MotherChuckers? In the words of a wise Sage, these two are nuckin' futs which is just another way of saying that they CRAZY.
I don't like to beat a deadhorse or regurgitate well-established fact but ... Mariah Carey. She is pretty and crazy. Pretty crazy ha ha.. Alright I will stop. But what is crazy about her is not her behaviour this week but her breasts.
Is it just me or does Mariah's boobs seem to change size dramatically (we are talking post boob job pics) depending on the day of the week? It is almost as if she can inflate or deflate to suit.
(note: I am trying to find the other picture I need to compare so will have to amend)
Craziness.
I have been silently disturbed by Jamie Foxx's appearance in the last year. I swear his face has changed shape and his lower jaw has begun protruding more than it ever had been before. Maybe he got leaner and now his face is just reflecting that but I swear I almost never recognize him if he has sunglasses on. Or maybe I never really knew what Jamie Foxx looked like. Is that possible? Am I crazy?!
Perhaps he changed his front teeth? I just don't know.
Oh, and Jake, craziness does not need company
because you also look a little goofy in this pic.
Note below how the High Priestess of Crazy travels with an entourage of crazies. Umm, Ms. Stewart, do you know that is not a puppy you're holding? It's not even a real monkey. The monkey standing next to you on the other hand is unfortunately real. Put that in a cage.
Also crazy, the WB for replacing Michigan Jay with coconuts for mascots in the form of Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island.
I think that is enough for now. This might have to become an ongoing community service.
Laters.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
IT BIT ME!
The message is simply this: I better start working on "Sake Underground" again soon or the Thing gets squished.
I understand.
And I'm on it...
IT.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Or 2's Review: Part III - Times That Could Have Been (and Should Be, Damn it!!!!!)
See the man with the cap in front? The one who's actually looking straight at me regardless of who's reading the blog?He should be mine!!!!!!!!! I'll even take the white pants! Why didn't I talk to his mother?! Why?!!!!!! Damn my shyness and fear of being tossed out of MSG!!!!
Chris is looking at who knows what and drawing something with his finger on whatever that is...
Timmy's looking at Brad. I think.
And Brad's looking at the camera (what a good guy, normal guy).
Or 2's Review: Part II - The Not So Awesome and/or Downright Hideous Times
HOchie 1 or 2 have never quite learnt to turn down things that are cute. Two examples are "Aqua, Aqua" & "Sheep". Those are two puzzle based videogames that we'd rather not talk about.Apparently Or 2's poor judgment is shared by Beetchie.
What we have here is that Bitter Melon drink that we had a hard time getting down after the grilled quail during the second trip to St. Mark's Place. Upon further inspection, we call bitter melon something else. And it's not something HOchie 1 likes to eat at all. I, on the other hand, really enjoy it stuffed with shrimp & pork or fried. But what isn't good fried?
This here was not one of our finest moments but not a hideous moment either.
I'll tell you what a hideous moment is - looking at nasty asses during Halloween. :::shudder:::
People wearing tight, white pants before and after Labour Day.
Another hideous moment is walking down the street with HOchie 1 and being referred to as "Cute Twins" (which in itself is not too bad) by a "not cute at all" man.
Katamari Damacy - nauseau inducing 'fun'. Truly, truly hideous.
And a moment that could have been hideous but thankfully wasn't: Tom wearing white pants. What saved my eyes from melting out of their sockets? They weren't tight. Thank goodness for small mercies, I suppose. Truthfully, I was mesmerized.
Currently craving: Dumplings...of the street variety.
Or 2's Review: Part I - The Awesome Times
In pictures:
Here we have poorly scanned tickets to the good times: U2, Foo Fighters, Weezer & Audioslave.
Isn't Link the cutest?
And to the right - the top of his head where the signing was done. So can anyone tell me? Does it say "Shigeru Miyamoto" or does it say "Idiot Child"?
Note: Ignore the hand and ugly fingernails.
And now for some other things worth mentioning in the Month of October:
1. Keane (opening act for U2)- You keep rocking out to music that is virtually impossible to rock out to, little keyboardist!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Hot Hot Heat (opening act for Weezer & Foo Fighters) - Enjoyable enough for me to buy 3 songs from your band off Itunes and trying to fanagle your albums for a friend.
Here we have poorly scanned tickets to the good times: U2, Foo Fighters, Weezer & Audioslave.
And here from that time I was 48th Street & 5th Avenue Ho.
I will thank you for not laughing at me like Miyamoto san did.Isn't Link the cutest?
And to the right - the top of his head where the signing was done. So can anyone tell me? Does it say "Shigeru Miyamoto" or does it say "Idiot Child"?
Note: Ignore the hand and ugly fingernails.
And now for some other things worth mentioning in the Month of October:
1. Keane (opening act for U2)- You keep rocking out to music that is virtually impossible to rock out to, little keyboardist!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Hot Hot Heat (opening act for Weezer & Foo Fighters) - Enjoyable enough for me to buy 3 songs from your band off Itunes and trying to fanagle your albums for a friend.
Witches, A Pumpkin, 2 wagoms full of pamcakes (?) and Nicholas in His High Heels
Happy Halloween!
We are in the middle of dispensing candy to hordes of children and we are grading them as they come along. A lot of kids got 'C's this year mainly for lazy costumes. There were a few 'F's for a total lack of creativity or caring who got Tootsie rolls for their all round greediness at the thought of easy candy. The 'A's went to Nicholas, an 8 year old in drag who was complaining to his sister that his heels were hurting him, to Michael our cute little neighbour who was a firefighter this year, to the cute pumpkin who lives at 815 and to the little froggie who was adorable.
We did not decorate this year and the Halloween mood just was not there for us so we get an 'F' too.
However, HOchie or 2's Gloomy Bear costume was a hit with the children. Some were appalled by the amount of blood HOchie or 2/Pitty produced from wounds given by Gloomy and could do nothing but stare.
Others were not too bright and wanted to take Gloomy away from HOchie or 2. Did they not see the claws on Gloomy? Did they not see the blood on Pitty?
On a side note, HOchie or 2 has come up with a theory on the Japanese made Gloomy Bear. Pitty is representative of America. He's a little white, blonde kid who wears a blue shirt and white pants. But where's the red? It's his blood from wounds inflicted by Gloomy! So the conclusion is this - Gloomy Bear is Anti-America! Why are the Japanese represented by a little pink bear? Meh.
All in all, October was a great month and with that in mind we will now do the October wrap up with a list of our highlights and lowlamps.
The Highlights:
U2
Foozer
Audioslave
Beard Papa's for Cream Puffs
Kenka
Chris Cornell in his tight tight jeans
Spaced (courtesy of X)
Wallace and Gromit
The Lowlamps:
Seether (Worst opening act ever. Talk about boring)
New Jersey
Mini flood in the basement
Tom's White White Pants (At least they weren't tight)
The Not-so-goodlooking Ass on the Girl in the Police Officer Stripper outfit at the Hairy Halloween Ball
The Girl at the Audioslave concert in front of us who insisted on reinforcing the stereotype that white people can't dance (aggh, our eyes!!)
R-Lamo (ALWAYS a lowlamp no matter what the month)
There may be more to add later on. I just cannot remember all at the moment.
Laters.
We are in the middle of dispensing candy to hordes of children and we are grading them as they come along. A lot of kids got 'C's this year mainly for lazy costumes. There were a few 'F's for a total lack of creativity or caring who got Tootsie rolls for their all round greediness at the thought of easy candy. The 'A's went to Nicholas, an 8 year old in drag who was complaining to his sister that his heels were hurting him, to Michael our cute little neighbour who was a firefighter this year, to the cute pumpkin who lives at 815 and to the little froggie who was adorable.
We did not decorate this year and the Halloween mood just was not there for us so we get an 'F' too.
However, HOchie or 2's Gloomy Bear costume was a hit with the children. Some were appalled by the amount of blood HOchie or 2/Pitty produced from wounds given by Gloomy and could do nothing but stare.
Others were not too bright and wanted to take Gloomy away from HOchie or 2. Did they not see the claws on Gloomy? Did they not see the blood on Pitty?
On a side note, HOchie or 2 has come up with a theory on the Japanese made Gloomy Bear. Pitty is representative of America. He's a little white, blonde kid who wears a blue shirt and white pants. But where's the red? It's his blood from wounds inflicted by Gloomy! So the conclusion is this - Gloomy Bear is Anti-America! Why are the Japanese represented by a little pink bear? Meh.
All in all, October was a great month and with that in mind we will now do the October wrap up with a list of our highlights and lowlamps.
The Highlights:
U2
Foozer
Audioslave
Beard Papa's for Cream Puffs
Kenka
Chris Cornell in his tight tight jeans
Spaced (courtesy of X)
Wallace and Gromit
The Lowlamps:
Seether (Worst opening act ever. Talk about boring)
New Jersey
Mini flood in the basement
Tom's White White Pants (At least they weren't tight)
The Not-so-goodlooking Ass on the Girl in the Police Officer Stripper outfit at the Hairy Halloween Ball
The Girl at the Audioslave concert in front of us who insisted on reinforcing the stereotype that white people can't dance (aggh, our eyes!!)
R-Lamo (ALWAYS a lowlamp no matter what the month)
There may be more to add later on. I just cannot remember all at the moment.
Laters.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
What to say...
other than I love Tom Morello and always have. He's amazing. Absolutely amazing.
And I was so close to his mother...but no! I didn't take my chance! Unlike my 'one day you'll be mother-in-law #2' (because I haven't forgotten about my Matthew) I am shy and couldn't go over there to tell her that her son is a master.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Audioslave rocked. Timmy, Brad, Chris & Tom - you guys are hella awesome.
And in my defense, I honestly didn't think they'd play "Getaway Car" and was really happy when they did except I really missed my guys when Chris did his solo performance. And as for "Shadow on the Sun", I gave that a 50% chance.
Anyways, more on my boys tomorrow for the end of the month wrap up.
Currently watching: "A Haunting" on discovery channel. Poor, poor little boy. Your mother told you lies when she told you the green light flashlight would get rid of the monster.
And I was so close to his mother...but no! I didn't take my chance! Unlike my 'one day you'll be mother-in-law #2' (because I haven't forgotten about my Matthew) I am shy and couldn't go over there to tell her that her son is a master.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Audioslave rocked. Timmy, Brad, Chris & Tom - you guys are hella awesome.
And in my defense, I honestly didn't think they'd play "Getaway Car" and was really happy when they did except I really missed my guys when Chris did his solo performance. And as for "Shadow on the Sun", I gave that a 50% chance.
Anyways, more on my boys tomorrow for the end of the month wrap up.
Currently watching: "A Haunting" on discovery channel. Poor, poor little boy. Your mother told you lies when she told you the green light flashlight would get rid of the monster.
A Few Words from two Audioslave Bitches
Hochie 1... Or 2 signing in...
"Well settle down I won't hesitate
To hit the highway
Before you lay me to waste
Settle up and I'll help you find
Something to drive
Before you drive me insane
oh, get yourself a car
drive it all alone
ooh ooh oooh oooh"
- Getaway Car by Audioslave
After weeks of being told by the resident expert that Chris and the gang would not perform Getaway Car or Shadow on the Sun and then almost believing it because after an hour and five minutes they had not performed either, my husband-to-never-be busted into Shadow complete with cheesy glowing sun backdrop and I could not sing any louder. AND just to prove that he is as broken up about us never having found our way to each other before we each commited to others, he launched into an acoustic dedication of Getaway to me. Chris, I do so love yo' ass... and moreso in those ultra tight jeans. Thanks and Thanks.
Audioslave performed for almost two hours last night and for those of you who passed up a chance to see Audioslave perform in New York City on a cool night at the Garden, let me just say that you missed your chance to be a bitch like the rest of us and we loved every minute of it.
I will easily dismiss the Soundgarden songs since that now defunct group was never a favourite of mine but those Rage Against the Machine songs got the Garden jumping and I truly regret never having seen RATM perform. Tom, you are indeed the master. Timmy and Brad, you guys rule. Chris was secondary in the RATM songs because the crowd could easily have supplied the vocals as we were wont to do in the instrumental smackdown of Bulls on Parade that the three masters laid on us when Chris left the stage.
Tom's mom, Mary, introduced the group as the "Best Fucking Band in the world" and then was escorted to a seat two arms' lengths in front of us. Hochie or 2 recognized her or figured out that it was her potential mother-in-law but was too shy to go try to weasel her way into the good graces and Hochie or 2, you are right, "Sweet D" ain't got nothing on thee.
October was really a great month for all the things we did. There were some not so good times which we will list but overall, October was awesome. Halloween tomorow and a review of the neighbourhood kids' costumes as well as the October wrap-up.
Laters and goo'day.
The Audioslave SetList:
1. Your Time has come
2. Set it off
3.Doesnt remind me
4.Out of exile
5.Be Yourself
6.Spoonman(soundgarden)
7.Hunger Strike(temple of the dog)
8.The Worm
9. Like A stone
10.New Song
11.Bull On Parade(Instrumental)(R.A.T.M)
12.Sleep Now In The Fire(R.A.T.M)
13.Testify(R.A.T.M)
14.Shadow Of The Sun
Encore
15.Black Hole Sun(chris Solo Accoustic)(soundgarden)
16.Getaway Car(chris Solo Accoustic)
17.I AM the Highway(1/2 Chris Solo Accoustic)
18. Show me how to live
19.Killing In the name(R.A.T.M)
20.Cochise
"Well settle down I won't hesitate
To hit the highway
Before you lay me to waste
Settle up and I'll help you find
Something to drive
Before you drive me insane
oh, get yourself a car
drive it all alone
ooh ooh oooh oooh"
- Getaway Car by Audioslave
After weeks of being told by the resident expert that Chris and the gang would not perform Getaway Car or Shadow on the Sun and then almost believing it because after an hour and five minutes they had not performed either, my husband-to-never-be busted into Shadow complete with cheesy glowing sun backdrop and I could not sing any louder. AND just to prove that he is as broken up about us never having found our way to each other before we each commited to others, he launched into an acoustic dedication of Getaway to me. Chris, I do so love yo' ass... and moreso in those ultra tight jeans. Thanks and Thanks.
Audioslave performed for almost two hours last night and for those of you who passed up a chance to see Audioslave perform in New York City on a cool night at the Garden, let me just say that you missed your chance to be a bitch like the rest of us and we loved every minute of it.
I will easily dismiss the Soundgarden songs since that now defunct group was never a favourite of mine but those Rage Against the Machine songs got the Garden jumping and I truly regret never having seen RATM perform. Tom, you are indeed the master. Timmy and Brad, you guys rule. Chris was secondary in the RATM songs because the crowd could easily have supplied the vocals as we were wont to do in the instrumental smackdown of Bulls on Parade that the three masters laid on us when Chris left the stage.
Tom's mom, Mary, introduced the group as the "Best Fucking Band in the world" and then was escorted to a seat two arms' lengths in front of us. Hochie or 2 recognized her or figured out that it was her potential mother-in-law but was too shy to go try to weasel her way into the good graces and Hochie or 2, you are right, "Sweet D" ain't got nothing on thee.
October was really a great month for all the things we did. There were some not so good times which we will list but overall, October was awesome. Halloween tomorow and a review of the neighbourhood kids' costumes as well as the October wrap-up.
Laters and goo'day.
The Audioslave SetList:
1. Your Time has come
2. Set it off
3.Doesnt remind me
4.Out of exile
5.Be Yourself
6.Spoonman(soundgarden)
7.Hunger Strike(temple of the dog)
8.The Worm
9. Like A stone
10.New Song
11.Bull On Parade(Instrumental)(R.A.T.M)
12.Sleep Now In The Fire(R.A.T.M)
13.Testify(R.A.T.M)
14.Shadow Of The Sun
Encore
15.Black Hole Sun(chris Solo Accoustic)(soundgarden)
16.Getaway Car(chris Solo Accoustic)
17.I AM the Highway(1/2 Chris Solo Accoustic)
18. Show me how to live
19.Killing In the name(R.A.T.M)
20.Cochise
Friday, October 28, 2005
And They Called it "Cheating"
Can anyone see the difference?
Anyone?
No, no...Besides adding a whole other character, that's not what I meant.
I argued with myself for quite a while - do I copy/paste my eyeless friend to the wacom art? Or do I re-create him using the wacom?
My reasoning & conversation with myself for choosing the first was this -
"Screw this! I drew him a long time ago and just because it wasn't with my wacom, it doesn't make him invalid. I created him with a pencil on paper. There's nothing wrong with that!"
"But...didn't you say something about how until you re-create him with the wacom, you cannot call yourself wacom master?"
"Shut up, B- Logic!"
Yes, that's EXACTLY how it went down.
I decided I'd just do touch up with the wacom on him. Why waste a perfectly good drawing that there's no way in hell I could re-create.
But now everyone knows my horrid little secret...
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me. But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical. And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical. There are times when all the world's asleep, the questions run too deep for such a simple man.
And that's because I'm a "B-" logical buffoon.
Quote of yesterday's luncch "Sad Puchuh =( "
Quote of today's luncch "HOchie 1's Luncch =( "
Why the sad faced quotes? HOchie 1 was stuck in Hell a.k.a. NJ for most of this week.
Ah, the new axis of evil - NJ, CT & LI...
People to thank for the making of this blog entry: Supertramp.
Currently playing: "Tales of Symphonia End Theme" by Matoi Sakuraba
What I wanted to be playing: "Hero" by Bloc Party. But that Matoi Sakuraba is good times as well.
Currently playing: "#1 Zero" by Audioslave. I'll be singing this tomorrow.
"Just when you think you've left me blind... I will keep you in the corner of my eye." And you will be, Tom. Oh yes. Oh yes.
Goo'day.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
And the gOOd times continue...
...this after a week of craziness in the work place. Work does that sometimes. It sometimes produces 'buckets full of helluh' for me. But anyway...on to the gOOd times!
Beetchie and I stormed Toy Tokyo again today after work. Did I not say to mark my words that I would storm again soon? I got all I needed for my Halloween costume and a few Christmas pyos for some people. But Beetchie, being very awesome, brought me, 1 or 2 bags of fun times. One filled with stuff from her European trip (and I feel a little itchy...fleas from Germany perhaps?! Aha) including Belgian chocolate and the love of my life...printed on a T-shirt. "Bells". Future husband that.
In bag or 2, I received birthday presents. It's my birthday month...good to see people remember. Kidding. And I say that because she might read this one day...heh heh. But seriously, she gave me toys. And not just toys...Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were Rabbit toys! "WOOOOOoooooooo!" Goddamn I love those rabbits. Why I can't find any pictures of them though is beyond me.
Then we trekked off again to Kenka for some eats. And eats we did eat. A quick evaluation of the selection today:
1. Japanese Beef Curry (over rice) = B- (curry should be spicy, not sweet - apparently the Japanese can conquer lots of things but curry, not so much)
2. Pan-fried pork with kimchee = A (for the extreme spiciness, for the pork as pork is most always good times and for another fine display of showing up Koreans by the Japanese)
3. Onigiri with salmon = Ummm, as expected. It's rice and seaweed. It's good but it's rice and seaweed. The salmon however was quite tasty. The salmon gets a B+.
4. Grilled Quail = A (nothing like eating little skewered birds)
Then we headed off to the Japanese grocery for our ritual 'let's buy something new to eat'. Well we couldn't make up our minds so we bought a new drink instead. Two, actually. The first was this tiny can with a cactus or something on. Bitter Melon flavour..."Ew! Melon!" Yeah, we were not really concerned about the bitter part when bought it. But we certainly were when we were drinking it. Ooo, the aftertaste. Let's not talk about it. And by the time we got to the second drink, we couldn't handle anymore. Turns out the second one wasn't so bad but bitter melon had us reeling. All we could do at that point was stuff down a specialty pumpkin cream puff to forget our Bitter Melon woes.
5. Specialty Pumpkin Cream Puff = A+ (How to fanagle getting more of those pumpkin cream puffs within the next week...)
6. 2nd Japanese drink = meh. Taste like gatorade mixed with tang to me. So I guess it really deserves a B+ since tang and gatorade are B+ kind of beverages. But what does that make B+ + B+ = this is why I failed Math.
7. Bitter Melon Japanese drink = U (for Unsavory)
8. The Bitter Melon packaging = T (for Trickery)
It's raining again. We're hoping no mini-pool parties are thrown in the basement tomorrow.
Quote of yesterday, since it's now way past my sleepy time and I'll regret it at work tomorrow, was this "I'm not like other people. I don't like pain. It hurts me." - Daffy Duck.
Currently Playing: "When You Wear That Velvet Dress (Live at Foro Sol Autodromo in Mexico City, Dec. 1997) " by U2
Beetchie and I stormed Toy Tokyo again today after work. Did I not say to mark my words that I would storm again soon? I got all I needed for my Halloween costume and a few Christmas pyos for some people. But Beetchie, being very awesome, brought me, 1 or 2 bags of fun times. One filled with stuff from her European trip (and I feel a little itchy...fleas from Germany perhaps?! Aha) including Belgian chocolate and the love of my life...printed on a T-shirt. "Bells". Future husband that.
In bag or 2, I received birthday presents. It's my birthday month...good to see people remember. Kidding. And I say that because she might read this one day...heh heh. But seriously, she gave me toys. And not just toys...Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were Rabbit toys! "WOOOOOoooooooo!" Goddamn I love those rabbits. Why I can't find any pictures of them though is beyond me.
Then we trekked off again to Kenka for some eats. And eats we did eat. A quick evaluation of the selection today:
1. Japanese Beef Curry (over rice) = B- (curry should be spicy, not sweet - apparently the Japanese can conquer lots of things but curry, not so much)
2. Pan-fried pork with kimchee = A (for the extreme spiciness, for the pork as pork is most always good times and for another fine display of showing up Koreans by the Japanese)
3. Onigiri with salmon = Ummm, as expected. It's rice and seaweed. It's good but it's rice and seaweed. The salmon however was quite tasty. The salmon gets a B+.
4. Grilled Quail = A (nothing like eating little skewered birds)
Then we headed off to the Japanese grocery for our ritual 'let's buy something new to eat'. Well we couldn't make up our minds so we bought a new drink instead. Two, actually. The first was this tiny can with a cactus or something on. Bitter Melon flavour..."Ew! Melon!" Yeah, we were not really concerned about the bitter part when bought it. But we certainly were when we were drinking it. Ooo, the aftertaste. Let's not talk about it. And by the time we got to the second drink, we couldn't handle anymore. Turns out the second one wasn't so bad but bitter melon had us reeling. All we could do at that point was stuff down a specialty pumpkin cream puff to forget our Bitter Melon woes.
5. Specialty Pumpkin Cream Puff = A+ (How to fanagle getting more of those pumpkin cream puffs within the next week...)
6. 2nd Japanese drink = meh. Taste like gatorade mixed with tang to me. So I guess it really deserves a B+ since tang and gatorade are B+ kind of beverages. But what does that make B+ + B+ = this is why I failed Math.
7. Bitter Melon Japanese drink = U (for Unsavory)
8. The Bitter Melon packaging = T (for Trickery)
It's raining again. We're hoping no mini-pool parties are thrown in the basement tomorrow.
Quote of yesterday, since it's now way past my sleepy time and I'll regret it at work tomorrow, was this "I'm not like other people. I don't like pain. It hurts me." - Daffy Duck.
Currently Playing: "When You Wear That Velvet Dress (Live at Foro Sol Autodromo in Mexico City, Dec. 1997) " by U2
Mother-Snobs
Hochie 1 ... or 2 signing in and VERY cranky.
This is not a good day for me. The train was making weird grating sounds so I had to use my ipod and since the Audioslave concert is in a few days, I just made a playlist of the 14 songs that I have on there and listened to that. And of course, all the songs that I really know and can sing along to are not on their set list or so I have been told.
Anyway, there was this woman with her baby on the train. The baby is probably a little over a year old and she is cute with her dark brown curls and big Irish eyes and she loves the sound of her vocals. The mom was trying to get her to fuss less by doing some weird thing with her hand that I could not quite understand since it started off as a flying motion and then a pinch on the baby's nose followed by a turn towards a wall and a bang of the fist thereupon. Strange. Exactly repeated though so it is some ritual. Now this woman walks around the train with her child just to keep her quiet I suppose and now that the baby is learning to walk, the mother sets her down and guides her through aisle between the seats. I constantly find myself hoping that the train does not have to break suddenly resulting in flying baby and mother. This mother is mindful of her baby's squalling and will try to reduce it for the sake of other passengers or to reduce embarrassment to herself, whatever the reason I am grateful for the courtesy. This woman in question is obviously proud of her baby as she should be and thankfully has not shown herself to be guilty of that disgusting type of motherhood for which I am compelled to blog.
Now, there are women (and men) who walk around with a God-complex as they push their oversized strollers around with their bundle(s) of DNA ensconced within. These people expect the non-reproducing population to jump out of the way when their golden carriages appear and We, the Unblessed, really have to scurry out of the way quickly or risk the bruised limbs or severed appendages that may be lost to a SUV Stroller that will barrel down on us with no second thought... or even a thought for that matter. I recently went to a Halloween event where there were hundreds of people and, being Halloween, hundreds of kids. There were as many strollers as there were vehicles. It was really a scary place. I mean, I was scared before I even got into the event but I digress. So, there I am standing in line with the other members of my party, not a child amongst my group when I narrowly miss being rammed into by a woman pushing a stroller that was almost as tall as she. I move aside with ample dexterity and look at the woman, expecting an apology (Stupid me) - this MOTHER looks at me with this haughty expression on her face as if I have wronged her by placing myself between her husband and child since the offspring was being carried in the father's arms paces ahead. She glared at me and pushed ahead. I WAS IN LINE!!! She was coming out of nowhere!!! If there weren't so many kids around I would have let a nasty word fly but then my own mother might have not stared at me so lovingly.
I am constantly meeting women who have no other interest but their own children. They also pretend to love children when, with little effort, you discover that they really only love their own. That brings me to another woman on the train who is always pushing her way forward to ensure that she gets a seat on the train. My observations led me to formulate that she thought she was superior to a lot of other people on the train. It was just something about how she carried herself, how she never made eye contact except to icily stare at anyone who got a sit she wanted, her whispered remarks and then sly laugh. I actually developed an aversion to this woman just by seeing her. Then one day, I realized she was with child! I was absolutely horrified and yet fascinated. She began to glow but not in the way that people often describe. It was almost a kryptonian aura and her lips would curl in smugness and I could just see her on the platform, now expecting that she would have to get on the train and sit where she wanted because, Peasants, SHE WAS PROGENITOR! A few months into her pregnancy, we had the luck(?) to be sitting in front of her and her husband when she began discussing her impending baby shower. She complained long and hard about how she hoped no one gave her clothes for the baby because she had her own style and refused to dress her child in "any old rags". I wanted to slap her and it was all I could do not to turn around and look at her. People are spending their hard-earned money on something to symbolize their well wishes for you, and all you can do is criticize before you even see something?! Months passed and one day she reappeared in the distance across the platform, pushing a gigantic stroller that was trimmed in white gold and diamonds (okay, maybe not but who knows if that was stainless steel? or whatever). Hochie or 2 and I were paralysed. The moment was upon us and we were about to be graced. Mother descended the stairs with a smile, mostly directed at the baby but still a smile that had never before made an appearance here. This was the debut, the shining moment. The carriage touched down on the imagined red carpet and the carriage was slowly wheeled to the spot on the platform that afforded the advantage of viewing by the masses but at the same time prevented close contact. Then, someone was brave enough and said "Cute baby" and the Mother barely turned her head, nodded regally and said, "Thank You" that was really a "Yes, but you should have said Beautiful." I almost vomited.
Now, I saw the baby and the baby really is cute. I will just wait to see what kind of character this child turns out to be. There are more stories to be had from this procreation.
I hope to be a mom someday. If it happens, I won't be a Mother-Snob. I will remember how it feels to be mother-snobbed but if I don't, I have to revisit this or you can all remind me.
Laters.
This is not a good day for me. The train was making weird grating sounds so I had to use my ipod and since the Audioslave concert is in a few days, I just made a playlist of the 14 songs that I have on there and listened to that. And of course, all the songs that I really know and can sing along to are not on their set list or so I have been told.
Anyway, there was this woman with her baby on the train. The baby is probably a little over a year old and she is cute with her dark brown curls and big Irish eyes and she loves the sound of her vocals. The mom was trying to get her to fuss less by doing some weird thing with her hand that I could not quite understand since it started off as a flying motion and then a pinch on the baby's nose followed by a turn towards a wall and a bang of the fist thereupon. Strange. Exactly repeated though so it is some ritual. Now this woman walks around the train with her child just to keep her quiet I suppose and now that the baby is learning to walk, the mother sets her down and guides her through aisle between the seats. I constantly find myself hoping that the train does not have to break suddenly resulting in flying baby and mother. This mother is mindful of her baby's squalling and will try to reduce it for the sake of other passengers or to reduce embarrassment to herself, whatever the reason I am grateful for the courtesy. This woman in question is obviously proud of her baby as she should be and thankfully has not shown herself to be guilty of that disgusting type of motherhood for which I am compelled to blog.
Now, there are women (and men) who walk around with a God-complex as they push their oversized strollers around with their bundle(s) of DNA ensconced within. These people expect the non-reproducing population to jump out of the way when their golden carriages appear and We, the Unblessed, really have to scurry out of the way quickly or risk the bruised limbs or severed appendages that may be lost to a SUV Stroller that will barrel down on us with no second thought... or even a thought for that matter. I recently went to a Halloween event where there were hundreds of people and, being Halloween, hundreds of kids. There were as many strollers as there were vehicles. It was really a scary place. I mean, I was scared before I even got into the event but I digress. So, there I am standing in line with the other members of my party, not a child amongst my group when I narrowly miss being rammed into by a woman pushing a stroller that was almost as tall as she. I move aside with ample dexterity and look at the woman, expecting an apology (Stupid me) - this MOTHER looks at me with this haughty expression on her face as if I have wronged her by placing myself between her husband and child since the offspring was being carried in the father's arms paces ahead. She glared at me and pushed ahead. I WAS IN LINE!!! She was coming out of nowhere!!! If there weren't so many kids around I would have let a nasty word fly but then my own mother might have not stared at me so lovingly.
I am constantly meeting women who have no other interest but their own children. They also pretend to love children when, with little effort, you discover that they really only love their own. That brings me to another woman on the train who is always pushing her way forward to ensure that she gets a seat on the train. My observations led me to formulate that she thought she was superior to a lot of other people on the train. It was just something about how she carried herself, how she never made eye contact except to icily stare at anyone who got a sit she wanted, her whispered remarks and then sly laugh. I actually developed an aversion to this woman just by seeing her. Then one day, I realized she was with child! I was absolutely horrified and yet fascinated. She began to glow but not in the way that people often describe. It was almost a kryptonian aura and her lips would curl in smugness and I could just see her on the platform, now expecting that she would have to get on the train and sit where she wanted because, Peasants, SHE WAS PROGENITOR! A few months into her pregnancy, we had the luck(?) to be sitting in front of her and her husband when she began discussing her impending baby shower. She complained long and hard about how she hoped no one gave her clothes for the baby because she had her own style and refused to dress her child in "any old rags". I wanted to slap her and it was all I could do not to turn around and look at her. People are spending their hard-earned money on something to symbolize their well wishes for you, and all you can do is criticize before you even see something?! Months passed and one day she reappeared in the distance across the platform, pushing a gigantic stroller that was trimmed in white gold and diamonds (okay, maybe not but who knows if that was stainless steel? or whatever). Hochie or 2 and I were paralysed. The moment was upon us and we were about to be graced. Mother descended the stairs with a smile, mostly directed at the baby but still a smile that had never before made an appearance here. This was the debut, the shining moment. The carriage touched down on the imagined red carpet and the carriage was slowly wheeled to the spot on the platform that afforded the advantage of viewing by the masses but at the same time prevented close contact. Then, someone was brave enough and said "Cute baby" and the Mother barely turned her head, nodded regally and said, "Thank You" that was really a "Yes, but you should have said Beautiful." I almost vomited.
Now, I saw the baby and the baby really is cute. I will just wait to see what kind of character this child turns out to be. There are more stories to be had from this procreation.
I hope to be a mom someday. If it happens, I won't be a Mother-Snob. I will remember how it feels to be mother-snobbed but if I don't, I have to revisit this or you can all remind me.
Laters.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Do you remember...
One of the greatest sources of entertainment ever?
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/R/RECLUSIVE_CARTOONIST?SITE=1010WINS&SECTION=ENTERTAINMENT&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
You should. And for those of you who do not then you should get this:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0740748475/002-3671102-4531234?v=glance&n=283155&s=books&v=glance
Hochie 1 ... or 2 signing in and out.
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/R/RECLUSIVE_CARTOONIST?SITE=1010WINS&SECTION=ENTERTAINMENT&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
You should. And for those of you who do not then you should get this:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0740748475/002-3671102-4531234?v=glance&n=283155&s=books&v=glance
Hochie 1 ... or 2 signing in and out.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Strange Japanese Anime and the strange people who watch them...
Hochie 1... or 2 signing in.
I am not averse to a good anime and will happily waste precious time with the right one, even a silly one - Snow Fairy Sugar - but there are some Japanese productions that just leave me wondering about the whole culture and the thought processes that go into making some of these shows. Take Di Gi Charat for example. Each episode is 3 minutes long. The characters are the stereotypical big-eyes - cute yet freaky looking. So far so good so I decide to give it a chance. ::OH MY JEEBUS:: -Oo- The cute bug-eyed aliens are hyper as if tripping on some type of alien hashish while the civilians are ... wait for it ... fingers!!! I have immediately tuned out and have decided to blog about it. I started feeling anxious and hysterical just listening to them but what is even worse is that my co-blogger here who shares DNA with me is laughing along! That Hochie is otaku and has been warped. Everything was more normal before BingU and I may blame a Malaysian for it.
While I am on the topic, I should say that my life has seen a little more trauma because of that Hochie and its penchant for Japanese stuff. I will never again watch Grave of the Fireflies nor will I even talk at any length about a sick little cinematic feature called Odishon (Audition). Ugh. Thanks H or 2 for shortening my life with that stress.
On another note, we recently discovered Rivers Cuomo's blog. For those who don't know who that is, Rivers Cuomo is only the most awesome lead singer of Weezer, and for those who don't know who Weezer is, then just get the heck off this blog RIGHT NOW. So, anyway, Rivers Cuomo has a cute blog on which he shows himself to be quite the normal guy or as normal as anyone can be. We want to send him a message but we don't want to say something that sounds lame and we don't want to think about it too much because then it just sounds contrived and lame-r. I probably won't write to him anyway because I have never been one to be starstruck or weird (Quiet! all you dissidents) so I will just use my own blogspace to say hello to Rivers Cuomo.
Message to Rivers Cuomo: Hi. We had great times at our first Weezer concert and will make it a point to see you guys again if you come round our way. Maybe you can play MSG next time. Bye. Say hi to Scott too.
(THAT, gentle readers, was my first true Dork moment.)
Just a thought to end today:
I know that one's happiness should not be dependent on material stuff since we can lose it all in an instant but I would be acutely unhappy if I had no roof over my head or a simple place to go home to with a bed to call my own.
Laters.
Song(s) for the Day: Pioneers by Bloc Party and Evil by Interpol
I am not averse to a good anime and will happily waste precious time with the right one, even a silly one - Snow Fairy Sugar - but there are some Japanese productions that just leave me wondering about the whole culture and the thought processes that go into making some of these shows. Take Di Gi Charat for example. Each episode is 3 minutes long. The characters are the stereotypical big-eyes - cute yet freaky looking. So far so good so I decide to give it a chance. ::OH MY JEEBUS:: -Oo- The cute bug-eyed aliens are hyper as if tripping on some type of alien hashish while the civilians are ... wait for it ... fingers!!! I have immediately tuned out and have decided to blog about it. I started feeling anxious and hysterical just listening to them but what is even worse is that my co-blogger here who shares DNA with me is laughing along! That Hochie is otaku and has been warped. Everything was more normal before BingU and I may blame a Malaysian for it.
While I am on the topic, I should say that my life has seen a little more trauma because of that Hochie and its penchant for Japanese stuff. I will never again watch Grave of the Fireflies nor will I even talk at any length about a sick little cinematic feature called Odishon (Audition). Ugh. Thanks H or 2 for shortening my life with that stress.
On another note, we recently discovered Rivers Cuomo's blog. For those who don't know who that is, Rivers Cuomo is only the most awesome lead singer of Weezer, and for those who don't know who Weezer is, then just get the heck off this blog RIGHT NOW. So, anyway, Rivers Cuomo has a cute blog on which he shows himself to be quite the normal guy or as normal as anyone can be. We want to send him a message but we don't want to say something that sounds lame and we don't want to think about it too much because then it just sounds contrived and lame-r. I probably won't write to him anyway because I have never been one to be starstruck or weird (Quiet! all you dissidents) so I will just use my own blogspace to say hello to Rivers Cuomo.
Message to Rivers Cuomo: Hi. We had great times at our first Weezer concert and will make it a point to see you guys again if you come round our way. Maybe you can play MSG next time. Bye. Say hi to Scott too.
(THAT, gentle readers, was my first true Dork moment.)
Just a thought to end today:
I know that one's happiness should not be dependent on material stuff since we can lose it all in an instant but I would be acutely unhappy if I had no roof over my head or a simple place to go home to with a bed to call my own.
Laters.
Song(s) for the Day: Pioneers by Bloc Party and Evil by Interpol
You know what I love...
...the blending tool in Corel Painter. Can you see the blending? Can you? Oooooo...not so shiny...oooo.
I also love the Wacom - it's gOOd times. I hope I get more time in today to Wacom.
I love rainy days (except when the basement gets flooded).
Wacom + Rainy Days = awesome times.
I'll be adding more to this drawing in the next few weeks. My goal is to have a complete piece before Christmas. I have plans.
Friday, October 21, 2005
It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.
The HochieS signing in.
What...the...cuhrap...is...that? That, peeps, is the fortune we got today from the spare rib tips and crinkle cuts that one of us ate for dinner. Seriously, what the crap.
And the Chinese learnt today from the back of that fortune cookie...
Telephone. Dian-hua.
Weakest...fortune...eva'.
What...the...cuhrap...is...that? That, peeps, is the fortune we got today from the spare rib tips and crinkle cuts that one of us ate for dinner. Seriously, what the crap.
And the Chinese learnt today from the back of that fortune cookie...
Telephone. Dian-hua.
Weakest...fortune...eva'.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
A Sexy Marxist Revolutionary and other things...
Hochie 1... or 2 signing in.
Well, the Marxist Revolutionary was only really sexy in The Motorcycle Diaries which I just finished and loved. Gael Garcia Bernal is certainly a brontosaurus that gets better looking with every movie and he was voted one of the 25 Most Beautiful People by People magazine in 2002. Indeed HE is beautiful people. Heidi Klum and Seal's baby... Not so much. Some people may think it wrong to say anything negative about a baby but this is not negativity but truth. The KlumSeal baby may grow to be a decent looking body but for now ... not so much. Alright. Done.
I made friends with a salad today. Whee.
Veronica Mars was not so good yesterday. That show is great overall but I am not loving these filler bunny eps not to mention that Logan was not in it for more than a minute at the end.
So, some of us now think that our office is bugged in which case I am in a heck of a lot of trouble for the things I rant about when I think I am being private in my office. That or someone on the side of the wall is the biggest MaCo, rivalling any Trini I ever met. Either way, very unsettling. We were angry elves today.
I know that some may think Kanye West is probably a strange opening act for a U2 concert but if I were there I would be all over that GoldDigger.
I am all over the place today but that explains the "other things". Yahweh, what a lame blog entry! Ah well, it's half my blog.
I wonder what Horace did today? We have to introduce you to Horace sometime.
Laters.
Things I loathe today: Mice, People who have nothing better to do than skulk around listening to other people's conversations, Cold mornings and cold nights, Being hungry at 4pm, Spicy Chili Nissin Cup Noodles, Senators who are millionares winning lotteries, Strudeldoodles, Barbie.
Things I adore today: Drowning KuSephs, Hochie 0r 2, Spongebob Squarepants, Pumpekins, JazzieB, Sleep.
Song for the day: Quisiera Ser by Alejandro Sanz - yet another good-looking people.
Well, the Marxist Revolutionary was only really sexy in The Motorcycle Diaries which I just finished and loved. Gael Garcia Bernal is certainly a brontosaurus that gets better looking with every movie and he was voted one of the 25 Most Beautiful People by People magazine in 2002. Indeed HE is beautiful people. Heidi Klum and Seal's baby... Not so much. Some people may think it wrong to say anything negative about a baby but this is not negativity but truth. The KlumSeal baby may grow to be a decent looking body but for now ... not so much. Alright. Done.
I made friends with a salad today. Whee.
Veronica Mars was not so good yesterday. That show is great overall but I am not loving these filler bunny eps not to mention that Logan was not in it for more than a minute at the end.
So, some of us now think that our office is bugged in which case I am in a heck of a lot of trouble for the things I rant about when I think I am being private in my office. That or someone on the side of the wall is the biggest MaCo, rivalling any Trini I ever met. Either way, very unsettling. We were angry elves today.
I know that some may think Kanye West is probably a strange opening act for a U2 concert but if I were there I would be all over that GoldDigger.
I am all over the place today but that explains the "other things". Yahweh, what a lame blog entry! Ah well, it's half my blog.
I wonder what Horace did today? We have to introduce you to Horace sometime.
Laters.
Things I loathe today: Mice, People who have nothing better to do than skulk around listening to other people's conversations, Cold mornings and cold nights, Being hungry at 4pm, Spicy Chili Nissin Cup Noodles, Senators who are millionares winning lotteries, Strudeldoodles, Barbie.
Things I adore today: Drowning KuSephs, Hochie 0r 2, Spongebob Squarepants, Pumpekins, JazzieB, Sleep.
Song for the day: Quisiera Ser by Alejandro Sanz - yet another good-looking people.
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