Dan and I, my family and whole extended family just got back from New York for my cousin Stephanie's wedding. It was my NY cousins' first time to meet Dan, and everyone asked if he was half Japanese, but I don't blame them since Dan starts every topic with "when I was in Japan...blah blah." Also, he's dating me, though not exactly Japanese, asian attracts asian, right? And hey, it was his idea to go see the cherry blossoms bloom at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden and Murakami's exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. The last one I wish we had a chance to see, but it was not in our cards. The only two days we had for our own exploration were Monday and Tuesday, which are the days when everything fun is closed and to be opened when our flight departs on Wednesday, 4:18 pm. At least we ate like absolute kings while we were there and my cousins loved Dan.
On Friday, we visited a rock and meteorite store near the Empire State Building with my brother and sister-in-law. It was there that I heard the nerdiest thing from Dan: "I hope they have my favorite rock, tourmaline." Jessi and I laughed in his face, then ended up with egg on ours when he showed us a small specimen that cost $26,000. But my brother says that to be fair, the first sample he showed us sucked ass (and cost $2.50).
Vox is being stupid so I can't upload any pictures, but you can visit our photo gallery. One album is of my cousin's wedding and the other is of the rest of our vacation.
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Many pictures were taken that day, as possible candidates for our save-the-date postcards. I liked this one but Josh thought, perhaps a little much. Thus, it's up on our blog - I'm pretty certain nobody looks at this. Hum.
Dan and I shirked all pre-packaged Valentine's Day goods this year and stayed in for a mad night of cooking and eating instead. Staying in to cook and eat? Sounds like many of our nights anyway, but not when it's filled with slimes, homemade miso soup, tempura, salad, and "demon slayer" sake! Dan appropriately donned his Iron Chef jacket (a birthday present that went wrong somehow..?) and I, an awesome apron from his mom.
I modestly sipped a chili margarita while I cooked (chilies were courtesy of my uncle, who unloaded a bagful of homegrown ones to Dan after hearing he liked eating spicy food, and true to his word, he's been adding it to everything) and Dan got to chopping eggplant, Japanese pumpkin, mushrooms, zucchini, and what we thought were baby sweet potatoes. But, not even an unidentified vegetable could ruin such a deep fried dinner. Like Dan said, it was a shame no one else was there to enjoy it with us.
Here are some games I've recently purchased and would love for you to play with me:
"Beyond a thrill-a-minute experience and a life-changing look into the world of dice-based ball-physics and green-slope, what does Gambler's Golf offer me, the golfing layman?" (you might find yourself asking)
Hide your significant others, as here's the seedy sexy undercurrent you've been waiting for:
You are never heard from again.
Anyway, play this game with me.
Here's another:
-My new promotional tagline for a thirty-year-old game
This game represents a new fear for sensationalist headlines to trumpet, as it compromises the safety of our very children. The ubiquitous candy-offered-by-a-hairy-stranger has now evolved. Now, penny stocks are what predators use as bait. These are the very same penny stocks you learn about by playing the Stock Market Game.
"Sure," kids think out loud (with their meager reasoning abilities), "I'd love a stock in a well-known company for only a penny! Certainly this will quadruple in value within my lifetime, and I'll be sitting pretty!"
Poor kids. Poor, stupid kids.
Anyway, play this game with me.
Here's another!
"The foundation of my government-subsidized housing is cracking and instead of carpet I have mold? Better draw a 'desperation' card!" -Catherine Zeta-Jones, celebrity endorsement
I don't really know how this game is played (yet), but I can only assume it somehow connects to your cellular network dials every drug-lord in town, alerting them to your address and penchant for hoarding gold-plated PSTriples. Now that your environment is decidedly unsafe, you probably have to petition a non-existent landlord to turn your water and heat back on (a roll of a six on a six-sided-die means that water service is restored but the water has been replaced by medical waste bin runoff, a cheaper alternative). Next time you're thinking about "slumming it" (something I do on a hourly basis), don't forget to add a modicum of authenticity by taking Ghetto wherever you may roam.
In summation, everyone please play these with me. Thank you, and goodnight.
So, I'm taking this environmental science course this semester and I had my first test today. One of the essays was to explain how automobiles are dependent on plants. Rather than taking the easy route with gasoline coming from fossil fuels yadda, yadda, yadda, I decided to draw from my experience at the magma forge and explain the process of how the steel necessary for a car's construction is smelted from iron using coke, which [tada] is derived long dead plant matter. I'm hoping that I can work my knowledge of green cave building techniques and plump helmet husbandry into future tests.
A Haiku to commemorate:
Gotta machine head
It is better than the rest
Excepting Yanni's
Last month I put together a pretty rocking Georgia scrapbook but there are just some things pictures can't capture. Check out what I found on you tube for Georgia.
"Quintessential Georgia"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwm3RywBVbU
"Sumptuous Delight of the Near East"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhiLpaVTRkk
Sometimes I need to hoard supplies for winter, and sometimes I decide I need to do this in the middle of the night for some reason. I don my light jacket to fend off the below-55-degree texas snowstorm outside and head to Kroger. I am able to gather my materials (bacon, assorted bacon accessories) relatively quickly, but then am SHUT DOWN when I get to the check-out line. After midnight, Kroger goes "self checkout only", and these three words might as well be the epitaph on my shallow grave. There are four registers and a customer at each one. None of these people are making even the slightest movement, and are all staring at the screens with inscrutable expressions.
RegA: "Please scan your first item."
CustomerA: -places palm on scanner-
RegA: "Please remove your palm and scan your first item."
CustomerA: -touches bellybutton-
RegB: "Remove the item from the scanner and place it in the bag."
CustomerB: -heated discussion with wife, then changes baby's diaper on scanner-
RegB: ". . . "
RegC: "Please swipe your card."
CustomerC: -Signals lone attendant- "Say, say! This thing actin' crazy!"
Attendant: "No, just swipe your card to pay for your items."
CustomerC: "My WHAT?!"
RegD: "Transaction complete! Thank you. Please take your items."
CustomerD: "Awww HELL NAW!" -shakes head slowly in dismay, breathes heavily-
A bald eagle shatters through a plate-glass window, perches on my shoulder, and weeps softly with me.
