Meat and Pocrazos

I wasted a lot of time trying in vain to buy one of those newfangled Playstations. Thankfully it was only time wasted online and not time wasted in line. I was watching Lost while being a loser in the comfort of my apartment.

Called my local GameStop retailer:

Me: Hi, I am interested in the Playstation home entertainment system. You know, the one with the sixty gigabytes and the six axises of fun?

Helpful (but audibly pimply) Guy: Sorry sir, but those are sold out.

Me: That's too bad, I was hoping to play it on my imaginary 1080p television.

Helpful (but audibly pimply) Guy: You should get a Whee, dude. It's way more fun because you can wave your hands around and stuff happens.

Me: Sounds good, I'll take one.

Helpful (but audibly pimply) Guy: Uhh, we're out of those too.

Me: So when I wave my hands around--

Helpful (but audibly pimply) Guy: Nothing.

So I was left feeling a little Blu-Ray. To cheer myself up I bought a nice piece of brisket and marinated the crap out of it. Papa gave me some helpful hints on what spices to use. Coincidentally they were all the ones that I didn't own. I'm not sure if I invented this technique, but I placed the meat on 4 pedestals of onion core in order to keep it suspended above the pool of juices. My theory was that it would cook more evenly all around. Anyway, it turned out pretty good, but I overcooked it. Next time, Flankey, you will be medium!

This week is zooming by. For Thanksgiving Nat and I are taking a trip to Vegas. That's right! Los Angeles may be surrounded by giant state parks and the unbearable beauty of nature, but we have found a way to steer clear of His majesty by spending this special day in the city of sin. Gil hates turkey (or does he?).

Meanwhile, in Toronto: "Police believe the trouble may have started at a Popeye's fast food outlet, but haven't confirmed anything yet."

The Flow State

The work day went by in a breeze. I wasn't working on anything particularly challenging but I was producing non-stop, other than a few msn distractions. After a month without work, I started to feel down. I need to produce. I'm not doing stuff that's mathematically challenging but I've found a niche that balances my nerdy and artsy tendencies and I am pretty grateful because I ended up here by a divine combination of luck and desire.

Once again I'm mentioning work. Hmmm! It's not like there is nothing else going on... Nat and I are going to Vegas for thanksgiving weekend. It's not wholesome but it'll be oh so much fun. We're going to see the Cirque De Soleil Beatles show titled Love. The next weekend is the work holiday party, which is coincidentally steps away from where I live and also has a casino theme. There I am, back at work.

That's it for tonight, Nat is walking in the door and I have to turn around now. chacha!

I've missed you, Bloggy

Wow, so it's been months since I last posted here. And it's for a lack of delicious food pictures. I've just been busy okay? So what if I haven't blogged about my adventures to Toronto, New York, and the little things like moving to a new place and starting a new job? What's important is that I'm here and I have nothing important to say.

I've finally finished reading 100 Years of Solitude. I'm left with catchy quotes like:

“Taciturn, silent, insensible to the new breath of vitality that was shaking the house, Colonel Aureliano Buendia could understand only that the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”

I'm moving on to Franny & Zooey, which should take a lot less time to get through because it's seemingly a lighter read and will screw with my mind less.

Work is a new ballgame, and yet it's the same old story. They want good design but they want it 6 months ago. So today they just want something that works, and there are very good reasons for it. One day I'll do things my way and though that by itself won't make me rich, it sure as hell will make me happy.

I'm listening to: Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale