Grilled Cheese Samiches

11.24.2004

Nekojin17: haha crazy catholics
Nekojin17: it also hasn’t molded
Nekojin17: but thats attributable to the fact that mold needs moisture
Nekojin17: not all molds but almost all
Nekojin17: but it was cooked, and stuck in a box with cotton so there is no moisture
i want chai: right
Nekojin17: but if it was holy it wouldn’t mold either presumably
i want chai: i could sure use $28k
Nekojin17: haha
Nekojin17: thats a down payment on a house
Nekojin17: right there
i want chai: i think i’m gonna go look for the virgin mary in my garbage disposal

Volcanic Turkeys

11.23.2004

So this year’s Thanksgiving road trip will take and I
to Monterey for a feast with her sister followed by an adventure in the far
norther corner of California.

Thurs:
Drive to Monterey and feast.

Fri:
Drive N to Redding, check out Sundial Bridge and Arboretum.
Continue N and go exploring around Shasta Lake.
Drive further N to Mt. Shasta and see what there is to see.
Continue N, ending the night in Klamath Falls.

Sat:
Explore the surrounding area and head South to Clear Lake Wildlife Refuge.
Drive through and explore Lava Beds National Monument.
Continue South through Klamath National Forest, Modoc National FOrest, and Shasta National Forest…
Drive through and explore Lassen Volcanic National Park.
Ooh and aah at Mt. Lassen.
Head East and South to Reno, where we will spend the night with Mack.

Sun:
Head South around Lake Tahoe, stopping in Tahoe City and South Lake Tahoe
to explore the area.
Head West to Sacramento and South via CA-99 back home.

Put a Lid on It

11.23.2004

Another applicable holiday passage courtesy David Sedaris:

     "Last week I found a turkey," she tells us.
     I wait, thinking this is only half of the sentence "I found
a turkey . . . made of papier-mache.  I found a turkey . . . and
buried it in the yard."  When it becomes clear that there is no
part two, I start to worry.  "What do you mean, you found a
turkey?"
     "Frozen," she says.  "In the trash."
     "And what did you do with it?"
     "Well, what do most people do with a turkey?"  she says.
I cooked it and then I ate it."
     This is a test, and I fail, saying all the boring things you
might expect of the comfortable:  That the turkey was un-
doubtedly thrown away for a good reason.  That it had possi-
bly been recalled, like a batch of tainted fish sticks.  "Or
maybe someone tampered with it."
     "Who would intentionally fuck with a frozen turkey?"
she asks.
     I try envisioning such a person, but nothing comes.
"Okay, maybe it had thawed and been refrozen.  That's dan-
gerous, right?"
     "Listen to you," she says.  "If it didn't come from Bal-
ducci's, if it wasn't raised on polenta and wild baby acorns, it
has to be dangerous."
     That's not what I meant at all, but just as I try to explain
myself, she places her hand on the driver's shoulder.  "If
someone offered you a perfectly good turkey, you'd take it,
wouldn't you?"
     The man says yes, and she pats him on top of the head.
"Mamma likes you," she says.
     She's gotten him on her side, but unfairly, and I'm sur-
prised by the degree to which it enrages me.  "There's a dif-
ference between someone offering you 'a perfectly good
turkey' and finding a turkey in a garbage can," I say.
     "Trash can," she corrects me. "God, you make it sound as
if I'm back behind the Star Market, burrowing through their
Dumpster.  It was just one turkey.  Ease up, will you."

mmmmm…Semen

11.17.2004

As the url would suggest, this is NSFW!
http://www.cookingwithcum.com/

yay flu

11.15.2004

Had an awesome weekend.
Worked during the day on Friday.
Took Erik out for dinner on Friday night.
Spent Saturday with at Ikea and shopping for laptops.
Came home Saturday night to a party at my house in honor of Paul & Bianka’s SE Asia departure.
Worked a few hours on Sunday, bringing the total to 10 hours (weee).
Bought a 1GB SD card for my Treo. I can now use my phone as an MP3 player.

Today has been shitty.
Woke up around 4am, tossed and turned due to stomach pains.
Finally threw up around 730am and started feeling a little better.
Spent most of the day bundled up and under the covers freezing.
Threw up again around 2pm, and took a motrin.
Writhed around in pain until I fell asleep. Woke up feeling refreshed and without pain.
The nausea seems to be creeping back though. I fear another vomit session may be in my future.
My body aches. I feel very weak. I can’t walk around without feeling nauseous.
Danielle thinks it was the fish tacos at Islands on Saturday.
Although that’s possible, I suspect it is a touch of stomach flu.

Oh, and I also discovered this:
iwantchai is on Madcow, subcluster 8.

Where are you?
http://www.livejournal.com/misc/whereami.bml

I am from Neptune

11.11.2004

Interesting how these things seem to be quite accurate lately:


You Are From Neptune

You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.
You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.
Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.
You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.
If you don’t get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.
What Planet Are You From?

We better warn the Amish, they may bomb the Pennsylvanians

11.11.2004

Ironic how a song written to be critical of the state of affairs
and focusing on the first war in Iraq still applies very much today.

Sad perhaps?


Work for Peace, by Gil Scott Heron

Back when Eisenhower was the President,
Golf courses was where most of his time was spent.
So I never really listened to what the President said,
Because in general I believed that the General was politically dead.

But he always seemed to know when the muscles were about to be flexed,
Because I remember him saying something, mumbling something about a Military
Industrial Complex.
Americans no longer fight to keep their shores safe,
Just to keep the jobs going in the arms making workplace.
Then they pretend to be gripped by some sort of political reflex,
But all they’re doing is paying dues to the Military Industrial Complex.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary.
The Military and the Monetary,
get together whenever they think its necessary,

They turn our brothers and sisters into mercenaries, they are turning the
planet into a cemetery.

The Military and the Monetary, use the media as intermediaries,
they are determined to keep the citizens secondary, they make so many
decisions that are arbitrary.

We’re marching behind a commander in chief,
who is standing under a spotlight shaking like a leaf.
but the ship of state had landed on an economic reef,
so we knew he was going to bring us messages of grief.

The Military and the Monetary,
were shielded by January and went storming into February,
Brought us pot bellied generals as luminaries,
two weeks ago I hadn’t heard of the son of a bitch,
now all of a sudden he’s legendary.

They took the honour from the honourary,
they took the dignity from the dignitaries,
they took the secrets from the secretary,
but they left the bitch an obituary.

The Military and the Monetary,
from thousands of miles away in a Saudi Arabian sanctuary,
had us all scrambling for our dictionaries,
cause we couldn’t understand the fuckin vocabulary.

Yeah, there was some smart bombs,
but there was some dumb ones as well,
scared the hell out of CNN in that Baghdad hotel.

The Military and the Monetary,
they get together whenever they think its necessary,
War in the desert sometimes sure is scary,
but they beamed out the war to all their subsidiaries.
Tried to make So Damn Insane a worthy adversary,
keeping the citizens secondary,
scaring old folks into coronaries.

The Military and the Monetary,
from thousands of miles in a Saudi Arabian sanctuary,
kept us all wondering if all of this was really truely, necessary.

We’ve got to work for Peace,
Peace ain’t coming this way.
If we only work for Peace,
If everyone believed in Peace the way they say they do,
we’d have Peace.

The only thing wrong with Peace,
is that you can’t make no money from it.

The Military and the Monetary,
they get together whenever they think its necessary,
they’ve turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning the planet, into a cemetery.

Got to work for Peace,
Peace ain’t coming this way.

We should not allow ourselves to be mislead,
by talk of entering a time of Peace,
Peace is not the absence of war,
it is the absence of the rules of war and the threats of war and the
preparation for war.
Peace is not the absence of war,
it is the time when we will all bring ourselves closer to each other,
closer to building a structure that is unique within ourselves
because we have finally come to Peace within ourselves.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary.
Get together whenever they think its necessary,
they’ve turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning parts of the planet, into a cemetery.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
We hounded the Ayatollah religiously,
Bombed Libya and killed Quadafi’s son hideously.
We turned our back on our allies the Panamanians,
and saw Ollie North selling guns to the Iranians.
Watched Gorbachev slaughtering Lithuanians,
We better warn the Amish,
they may bomb the Pennsylvanians.

The Military and the Monetary,
get together whenever they think its necessary,
they have turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning the planet, into a cemetery.

I don’t want to sound like no late night commercial,
but its a matter of fact that there are thousands of children all over the
world in Asia and Africa and in South America who need our help.

When they start talking about 55 cents a day and 70 cents a day,
I know a lot of folks feel as though that,
thats not really any kind of contribution to make,
but we had to give up a dollar and a half just to get in the subway
nowadays.

So this is a song about tomorrow and about how tomorrow can be better. if we
all, “Each one reach one, Each one try to teach one”.

Nobody can do everything,
but everybody can do something,
everyone must play a part,
everyone got to go to work, Work for Peace.

Spirit Say Work, Work for Peace
If you believe the things you say, go to work.
If you believe in Peace, time to go to work.
Cant be wavin your head no more, go to work.

I’m sorry world

11.09.2004

We tried so hard.
If there’s ever any doubt, go here:
http://www.sorryeverybody.com

26 – New Theme?

11.07.2004

So I spent the first few hours of my birthday were set to a theme.

When faced with a choice, try something new and different.
Do something I’ve never done before rather than that which is familiar.
Experience something I’ve always been curious about.

Forget intimidation.
Forget regret.
Forget embarrassment.
Forget fear.
Forget everything.

Just do it.

And I did.

Some Post Election Satire

11.04.2004

For those of you that haven’t heard, the democratic strongholds have
been annexed by Canada:

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