Busy little bee

I have been neglecting this blog for a good reason.  I have been busy.  Busy with what you ask?  Looking back, I cannot peg it on one thing since so much has happened.  Here's a recap:

Had a great Movember.  My moustache looked a lot better than I thought it would.  However, I was not able to hit the donation amount I wanted. But, that was only part of the reason for Movember.  Other than raising funds, I definitely hope I raised awareness about men's health (even though some of my own life choices are questionable).

Went back to the pompadour.  So far mostly positive reactions from people.  I think I will stick with this for a while...

I am having difficulty remembering the first three and a half weeks of December other than having a wonderful night out with My and Ya in Oakland.  I introduced Nanette to them and they seemed to get along famously.  They all teased me for not eating the fat from the pork belly and being picky about what I ate.  I did not mind at all because I loved that they were getting along.  We all went to a house party afterwards that was hosted by My and Ya's kickball teammates.  Met a few people and ate some questionable pulled pork tacos.  All in all a good night.

More recently, I spent Christmas weekend in Seattle and Portland.  It was quite the adventure.  The trip to Seattle truly felt like a vacation by myself.  I flew out alone and did  not see Anjuli until later that night.  Even then we only spent a few hours together.  We had a few drinks and called it a night without things getting too out of hand which was perfect for me.

The next day I was wandering downtown Seattle on my own.  I know I can take care of myself and I honestly do not mind being on my own.  It turned out to be much needed alone time.  I walked from 11 A.M. until about 5 P.M. with a 30 to 45 minute lunch break.  By my calculations, that would have been at least 12 miles of walking.  It felt good to exercise again even if it was just walking.

I visited Pike's Place again and got to see every inch of it.  It was nice not having any schedule or people pulling me in different directions.  I got to see Seattle at my own pace and on my own schedule.  I visited a lot of the local shops and ate Beecher's famous Mac and Cheese.  To be fair, I am not a fan of mac and cheese to begin with so this was actually not mind blowing for me.  Just another mediocre mac and cheese.  I barely ate 1/3 of it before throwing the rest away.  There goes five dollars I will never see again...  Oh well.

Next stop was the shops.  Saw a lot of interesting stuff but nothing worth buying.  I tried to look for something for everyone but that did not really work out.  I ended up buying things from a collectible store for a game of white elephant with our group.  Nothing special but it seemed wrong to leave Pike's Place empty handed.  I had fish and chips after shopping.  Again nothing special.  Perhaps my expectations were too high.

I finished with Pike's Place around 1:30 or so and started wandering downtown.  I went back to the army surplus store and had a blast just looking around.  The things they sell always fascinates me.  I saw knives, helmets, clothing, first aid kits, goggles, and even bayonets.  Pretty cool stuff if you ask me.  They also had MRE for sale which I thought was cool.  Of course I walked away empty handed.

I visited a bunch of stores like Urban Outfitters, Nordstrom, Nordstrom Rack, Macy's, Aldo, and some other local shops.  Nothing worth buying.  I finished up shopping around 5 P.M. and decided to sit in the lobby of a mall just to people watch.  I sat there to rest and ended up people watching for almost an hour.

Anjuli ate at home so I walked down the block from my hotel to a nice little restaurant called Lola.  Had the beef shank with a beer.  Best thing I ate in Seattle.  Including the last trip.

The drive to Portland was fine except for this scary bridge we crossed.  Anjuli had trouble seeing the road so she had to use her high beams every few seconds.  When she did the bridge lit up in a way that cannot be described in words.  Definitely the scariest bridge I have ever come across...

In the interest of saving time, Portland was great.  Highlights included great food and drunken times. Oh yea, I got a 16 year old kid drunk to the point of projectile vomiting.  Yep.  Good times indeed...

-Thundalips

Moustache rides and health awareness

It has been 34 days since I last shaved.  Movember was awesome, but in a few hours, it is coming off.  It was definitely fun while it lasted.  Only five more months until the playoff beard is out.

-Thundalips

The rock and the diamond

Monday afternoon walking to lunch:

Doug: Holy crap look at that spider.  It's all white.  Must be an albinyo spider.

That's not a typo...

Last night:

Dad: You don't have class today?  It's Tuesday.
Me: I have classes on Thursdays now... I told you three times already!
Mama: There's not point of telling him.  It's like talking to a rock...
Me (to my mom): Yea... It's just like talking to you too.  Every time I ask what's for dinner you never give me a straight answer.  I guess there's two rocks in this family.
Mama: I'm not a rock! I AM A DIAMOND!

I need to start a Twitter for the crazy stuff my family says.

-Thundalips

America as I see it

You go Carrie!

-Thundalips

Useless survey

Every once in a while I fill one of these out.  It is useless fun.

FIVE things you wish you could say to FIVE different people right now:

1. I think you are a horrible manager and you should stop calling people out during team meetings.  Rude.
2. I wish you would talk to me more often...
3. Can I have a hug?
4. Drew Remenda, will you ask me 20 questions? 
5. Do you know how hard it is not to fall in love with you?

TEN things about yourself

1. Loud
2. Sore loser/winner
3. I will disappoint you
4. Bacon...
5. Narcissist
6. I have more self control than you would think
7. Sleep deprived
8. Attention whore
9. Constantly changing
10. Never satisfied

SEVEN ways to win your heart:

1. Have the voice of an angel
2. Surprise me with useless things
3. Buy me a beer, two bucks a glass
4. Be open minded
5. Be a lady
6. Have fun doing nothing with me
7. Know every line from FnF, True Lies, Friends, Arrested Development, Rush Hour 1 and 2, etc.

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:

1. Random violent thoughts e.g. "I wonder how many people I can throw off the Golden Gate Bridge before anyone stops me?"
2. "WHY ME?!"
3. Where did I leave it last...
4. What's for lunch/dinner?
5. Did I flush?
6. Is anyone looking?
7. I could totally pull that off...

FOUR things you do before you fall asleep:

1. Floss and brush my teeth
2. Shower
3. Set alarms at appropriate times
4. Warp myself up in my blanket, cross right leg over my left, and put my hands across my chest like a vampire

FOUR things you see right now:

1. Clorox disinfecting wipes (shut up...)
2. Kleenex
3. Lamp/alarm clock
4. Sharks tickets!

THREE songs that you listen to often (at the moment):

1. Track 4 on the CD from Andy
2. Skrillex - Scary Monsters
3. Avicii - Fade into Darkness (Vocal Club Mix)

TWO things you want to do before you die:

1. Finish my bucket list (it will reach 100 items soon)
2. See above

What are the U.S. states that you have visited?   Nevada, Oregon, New York, Washington D.C., Pennsylvania, others?
What countries outside of the United States that you have visited?   None
If you were to form a band, what would you name it?   Mustard Beats
If you were to create a professional sports team, what would you name it?   Stepdads - cause we beat you and you hate us.
What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon as a child?   Power Rangers count?  If not then probably Batman Beyond or X-Men.
What was your personal favorite doll / action figure as a child?   Any and all of my Spawn action figures
What was the first or earliest movie that you can remember seeing?   Batman
What was the first music album/tape/cd that you ever bought?   N*Sync
What is the one musicial instrument you would like to learn to play?   Piano.  Can not beat the classics...
If you could pick any song as your "theme music" what would it be?   Lost Prophets - Last Train Home
What is the first video game that you ever played?   Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt
What is your all time favorite newspaper comic strip?   Charlie Brown?
Who is your all time favorite comic book character?   Spider-Man
What is the dream car that you wish to own once in your life?   Conquest Knight XV with optional smokescreen
What famous person was your boyhood / girlhood crush?   Tiffani Thiessen.  She still got it.
What is the one band you absolutely love that you wish more people knew?   The Hush Sound
Name one poster or picture that adored your bedroom growing up.   None
What is the one thing guaranteed to make you laugh?   Speed Cooking 2.  Made me laugh so hard the first time I missed more than 20 seconds because my eyes were closed shut from laughing.
What is your all time favorite television commercial?   Trucktober or any of the Jang and Associates commercial
If you could have lived in any era of history, when would it have been?   Any era where I could be dressed in full knight's armor.
What is the one song that ALWAYS can get you out on the dance floor?   Any after a few drinks
Who is your all time favorite sports figure?   Rocky Balboa
Where is the one place you would like to visit once in your life?   Rio de Janeiro for Carnival
In your mind, who is the all time greatest stand up comedian?   Two way tie of Mitch Hedberg and Bill Burr
Do you like horror movies and if yes, what is your favorite?   The genre makes no sense to me
If you were to be reincarnated as an animal, what would you want to be?   Bald eagle.  America.  Fuck yeah
What is your all time favorite music video?   You Belong With Me
What is your all time favorite television series?   Arrested Development
What was the first or earliest Halloween costume you remember wearing?   Dinosaur.  Went twinsies with Doug
What has been your favorite Halloween costume to date?   Greenman
What is the best book that you have ever read?   Detectives in Togas!
What is the one thing that scares you the most?   Silence
What is your favorite beverage of any kind?   Soy milk
What is the one song that "moves your soul to new heights"?   Star Spangled Banner
What is your favorite color?   Red or purple
Who is your all time favorite U.S. president?   Chester A. Arthur
What is your dream job?   Defense with Douglas Murray with San Jose Sharks
If you could date any celebrity for one month, who would it be?   Carrie Underwood (Sweezy would be wifey)
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?   Mind control
What would be the name of your biography if your life story was told?   Louder Than Loud: The Chronicles of an Angry, Misunderstood Chinaman Narrated by Samuel L. Jackson with Special Guests Gordon Ramsay, Gilbert Godfrey, and Tyra Banks

-Thundalists

Lots of scary monsters...

Strings make everything beautiful... These girls have four more videos of Skrillex mash-ups.  Too bad they are Cal students... NO BEARS!

Wish I had time for a longer post... I have a lot to get off of my chest.  For now these mini posts will suffice.  I hope you have been enjoying the videos I have been posting.

-Thundalips

Limp

I went to the doctor's office yesterday for two reason:  I wanted to see if I could get diagnosed with ADHD so I could get some pills and to ask about getting vaccinated for HPV.  I came home and told my mama I went and the conversation went something like this:

Me: So I went to the doctor's today.
Mama: Why?  What do you have?
Me: Doctor-patient confidentiality!
Mama: Can't get an erection?

Ridiculous!  The things my mama says... She threatened me and said she would call and ask the doctor why I went.  If I told her I went to ask about being vaccinated for HPV she would think I am sleeping around.  Knowing her she would probably think it would be with guys too...

-Thundalips

Underwear goes inside the pants

As real as it gets.  Really interesting take on our society.

-Thundalips

French fries

La la la.  What fun looking dance moves...

-Thundalips! DANCE!

Another nightmare

I have had this recurring nightmare for some time now...

I am looking in the mirror and I notice the bottom row of my teeth are really crooked.  After having braces for so many years, I am shocked to see how crooked my teeth have become.

As I look in the mirror, I start to lick the back of my teeth to feel how crooked they are.  Moving from the back teeth to the front, I can feel that one of my front teeth is quite loose.  The pressure from my crooked teeth were impacting one another causing serious problems.

I stick my fingers in my mouth and wiggle to tooth a bit and it just falls right out.  I start to panic and check my teeth again.  More teeth are loose and they start falling out one by one.  I end up pulling most of my teeth before waking up.

This dream is actually very common.  A simple Google search will say that these dreams are often linked to appearances and how others perceive you.  Teeth are also a symbol for power.  But you can read more of that on your own...

-Thundalips

Lucid Dreams with your host: Stevey Harvey

I wake up and see Kevin walking out of the room.  Still groggy, I do not bother to ask where he is off to.  I sit up in bed and look over to the other bed and see a person sleeping.  I look around my room and everything is where it should be.  It feels like every other weekday except that Chad is in my brother's bed.  My mouth starts to feel gummy and I lick the front of my teeth.  What?!  Braces?!  Again?!  I must be dreaming!  At the point Chad is sitting up in my brother's bed as well.  I look at him and our conversation went something like this:

Alex: Dude... I think I'm dreaming
Chad: Why do you think that?
Alex: I have braces...
Chad: Holy shit.  I think you are dreaming.  You haven't had braces in years!
Alex: I know!  I better wake up soon.

Then the dream ended.  I wake up in my room and look around as I did in my dream.  Like before, it felt like any other weekday.  It was still relatively dark out and my room was just as messy as I remembered leaving it.  Enter: Steve Harvey. 

Alex: Steve Harvey?!  What are you doing here?!
Steve: You're dreaming again!
Alex: Again?!
Steve: Here's what you do if you want to figure out if you're dreaming. Next time look at the fan over there (points to a fan), and if you can watch it... Uhh... Move... Like when it turns (makes hand motion of a fan turning)...
Alex: Oscillating?
Steve: Yeah!  Oscillate.  If you see it oscillate, just stare at it and if you can watch it for more than a minute then you're not dreaming!

Then I really woke up and my mom yelled at me to get ready.  That really happened...

-Thundalips

Que?

Love this song... It is a damn shame what those people did to him...  The girl in the video is not all that pretty but I love every outfit she is wearing.

So much for sleeping early...

-Thundasleepy...

Shut up

Mind your own business.  If I want your advice, I will ask for it.  So shut up and keep it to yourself.  You do not know me, and you are definitely not entitled to tell me how to live my life.  You can live your own crappy life and leave everyone else out of it.

-Thundalips

Smoke out

Fair warning.  If you do not care about smoking meats, just ignore this post.  That is all that I am going to be talking about here.

It's 7:52AM on a Sunday, and I am awake.  Why?  There can only be one reason...

BBQ!  Well... I am actually just smoking a pork shoulder to make pulled pork sandwiches.

If someone were to ask me what my passion is, I honestly would have no real answer.  Science?  Microbiology?  People watching? Maybe...  But I would feel more inclined to say, "Barbecue." 

Through the years, I have developed a specific taste for food.  I tend to gravitate towards crunchy, smokey, often burnt, foods.  Throw bacon in the mix and I am sold.  I guess I take after my father who eats the same way.  I often find myself fighting with him at the dinner table for the same pieces of meat.  Because he never actually barbecued (or cooked in general...), I had to learn everything on my own (although I would happily accept an apprenticeship with Mr. Huang). 

Smoking is not as easy as it sounds.  I always thought it was a set-it-and-forget-it type of deal.  Apparently not...  The biggest thing about smoking is temperature control.  With a gas smoker, one would think this would be easily done since the gas flow remains constant through the cooking process.  However, this is not so.

The temperature of the smoker not only depends on the gas flow setting (high, medium, low), but it also is affected by the damper openings, wind factor, and most importantly, the wood.  The wood that is used when smoking could drastically change the internal temperature of the smoker if they should flare up.  My smoker went from a cool 180°F to 310°F during a flare up.  After that passed, it went back down to 150°F.  Not exactly a walk in the park trying to keep a constant temperature of 200-250°.  That is a wide range but the temperature can be unpredictable. 

To monitor the temperature, I have three thermometers set up - one of them being a dual sensor thermometer.  The door thermometer seems to be highly inaccurate so I placed a second inside.  Neither of these are digital...  I wanted a more accurate reading of the temperature so I bought the Maverick ET-85.  This will measure the internal temperature of the meat as well as the external temperature (oven temperature).

It's now 8:36 AM and the meat has been smoking for about 10 minutes.  However, time is not the deciding factor on when the pulled pork is ready.  It is the internal temperature.  Once the pork is 170°F, it is ready to be taken out.  Then, I get to use these!

They are called bear paws.  The box says they can be used for pulling pork, transferring, lifting, and carving.  I only see one use for this.  Pulling pork.

6:XX PM - Lost track of time since people came over.  The pork shoulder is finally done. 

Results

I honestly think that it turned out okay.  On a scale of one through ten, I would give it a six.  It was definitely edible.  For a first attempt, I am quite satisfied.

Since it is getting late, I must end this post abruptly.

-Thundalip

Lose a friend, gain a friend, lose yourself

 Long overdue post...

Lose a friend.

I have always found it easier to leave someone behind than to be left behind.  This time, I am the one who is being left behind.  Anjuli has left the bay area, and she is not coming back.  I grew very close to her in the past few years and words cannot describe how much I miss her now that she has gone.

After having met her in high school, we each went our separate ways for college.  We kept in touch for the most part via AIM, and she remained one of the few friends from high school I talked to on a regular (or semi-regular) basis.  A couple years later, on a whim, I decided to attend an outing she had invited me to.  We never really fraternized publicly, so I was going out on a limb when I decided to tag along.  It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. 

Since then, we have become very close.  One weekend led to another.  And another.  Weekend after weekend of good times with great company (and the occasional weekday).  Trips to Reno, Vegas, Santa Cruz, and Tahoe.  We went from Synergy and Element events (before we knew any better...) to more mature and classy places (excluding holy moly).  Sober times, drunken times, good times, bad times, and everything in between.  I would not trade those memories for anything.

I know I will see her again, but not having her around will be difficult for sure.  It will be weird going out on the weekends and not seeing her around.  Just another reminder not to take anything for granted. Anjuli, regardless of what I may have said, you can never be replaced.  Evar. 

We will always have Like a G6.  I miss you already.

Gain a friend.



Around late April or early May, I was reacquainted with someone I had met six months prior.  I met Janet in Las Vegas during our trip for Halloween.  Unfortunately, like most people, she had a bad first impression of me.  She started hanging out with Anjuli more and more which led her to our ragtag group of misfits.  Needless to say, she fit in just fine.

Due to the fortunate timing of the end of my semester and Janet's reintroduction to the group, we were all able to hang out for the majority of two weeks.  We took her to a bunch of places like Tomales Bay and anywhere else with alcohol.  It was a good two weeks...

We all started talking more and she eventually became one of my most messaged buddies on AIM.  We talk regularly during work hours and occasionally see each other at outings during the night.  My text messages (which includes Instant Messages) jumped from about 800 per month to over 8,000.  Unlimited text has suddently become a necessity.

During one of our conversations, I came up with an idea for my fourth tattoo.  While chatting online, I tend to overuse the phrase "hahaha".  The reason I throw it in so often is because it breaks the ice.  Sometimes I say it just to indicate that I received the message - sort of an acknowledgment.  This became an annoyance for her and she requested that I stop overusing it.  I decided to avoid using it completely when chatting with her and our conversation seemed to lose a lot of emotion - to me at least.  Everything felt dry and mundane.  Eventually I felt like a robot with no emotions.  I told her how I felt, followed by a message:  "Iamarobot".  However, she saw it as"lamarobot", as in "LAMAROBOT".  She asked me later what a lamarobot was and it has been a running joke since. 

I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

(By the way the tattoo idea is "lamarobot" on the inside of my forearm with a tiny robot at the end)

Lose yourself.



I have been doing some uncharacteristic things as of late... Without getting into specifics, I acted poorly and regret my actions.  While I cannot change the past, I hope to improve the future. 

This year has been difficult.  Things are changing and I am finding it harder to keep up.  I made a plan in the past few days that should help put me on the right path. With some luck, I should be able to find some minute nugget of happiness and perhaps even a sense of self worth.

Until then, I can always turn to alcohol and drugs. 

-Spiladnuht

Fat girls be on my whip

Nicki Minaj is the ish.

I was driving in a parking lot with my coworker and we just found a parking spot.  I pull in and we look at our watches and notice we are way too early for work.  We decide to just relax in the car for a bit.  Then this girl walked by.  She was about a deuce and a half with all kinds of spare tires.  She looked towards our direction and saw us in the car but decided to have a seat on the hood anyways.  She sat on the passenger side corner of the hood and her weight caused the back tires to lift off the ground.  My coworker leans out the window and says a few unkind words to her and she turns around and looks at him and walks away. 

We get out of the car and there's a huge dent in my hood where she sat.  I turn around to find her and she is just entering a vehicle across the lot.  I grab my tire iron from my car and chase after their car.  I step in front of it and start whaling away at the windshield and windows to no avail.  Was kind of like this:



It was sad...  But kind of funny.  Like this:



-Thundalips

Yep...

As I begin writing this it is 10:45 PM.  It is a Saturday night and I am already in bed.  This is what my life is.  This is what it always will be.

-Thundalips

Summer slump

Been feeling a little out of it lately... Weekends do not come soon enough and when they do, they just seem... Unfulfilling and unsatisfying.  Being 25, I feel like I am falling behind.  I thought my life would be more stable by now with more direction, but everything seems so uncertain.  I have no idea why I am still going to school or why I am working at a job I absolutely hate.

Being in this situation makes me realize how valuable happiness really is.  Am I becoming a hippie?  Is happiness really more important than money?  I guess it depends on how much happiness and how much money... Yea... I guess I have not changed...

For the most part, I have always been able to control my emotions rather well.  I could always suppress anger.  I could always bypass shame.  Subvert optimism, tolerate annoyances, etc.  But one thing that I could never control was depression which makes feeling like this so much harder to deal with.  I know it is normal to feel lost and blah blah blah, but this feels like so much more than that.  It goes beyond the normal realm of sadness and disappointment. 

Iamalostsheep...

-Thundalips

Fun, Fun, Fun, Fun

Big ups to the birthday boy.

First things first.  The Sharks were eliminated last week in a devastating fashion.  Another year, another disappointment.  Here are some of the upsides:

• "There's always next year..." -Sharks motto
• Most of the core players are locked up beyond the next season
• No shame in losing to a superior team
• Facing adversity will help the team grow - nothing came easy this season

Downside?

• No parade
• Longer wait for start of next season
• Guch up as restricted free agent
• More ammo for critics to call them chokers

Since school has ended, things have been fun again.  But fun means bad things for my body.  I can already see the extra calories from the alcohol affecting my body.  And my brain.  I feel slower...  But at least I am enjoying myself.  Need to start exercising a bit more to balance out the heavy drinking.  I think I drank almost everyday in the past two weeks.  And I have exercised twice.  Not good.

A lot of things have happened, but it's past midnight so I will continue this later.  I have missed you blog.  See you soon.

-Thundalips

Good day

Slept at 2:30AM and woke up at 6:30AM.  Went to work and finished my essay.  Went to class.  Had dinner with a friend.  Today was a good day.  It truly was.

-Thundalips

Crappy story

I usually take two dumps at work per day.  Once at 9AM and another at 4PM.  Typically 10-15 minutes each time.  So today during my 4PM run, I approached my second favorite stall since my favorite was occupied.  Technically, the one next to my favorite was occupied but only morons use stalls next to ones already occupied (if you follow).  There are six stalls and I was not about to sit next to someone else and smell their crap.  I hate it when people do not space out in bathrooms...

Anyways.  When I walked into my second favorite stall, it looked clogged.  I flushed the toilet to check and the water rose to the brim.  It almost overflowed and the clog would not clear.  So, I just went into the stall next to it.  A few minutes later, another person walks into the bathroom and tries to use the stall next to me  The one that is already clogged.  He did the same thing I did.  /Flush

All of a sudden, I see water spilling over into my stall.  I had to finish my number two with my feet in the air so my feet would not get wet.  What do you do in that situation?  If you are the flusher, do you apologize?  A bit awkward.  Even more awkward finishing with two legs in the air.  Try it sometime.  Not exactly a good feeling...

-Thundalips

Phil me up

Tracy Jordan: I'm gonna make you a mix tape. You like Phil Collins?
Jack Donaghy: I have two ears and a heart, don't I?

-Thundalips

Beyond saving

She kind of looks like one of my coworkers...

Dream.  I am standing in front of the biggest church I have ever seen in my life.  The steps up to the front entrance would be equivalent to more than three flights of stairs.  I am surrounded by hundreds of church-goers and everyone is slowly trickling into the church.  Chad, Andy, and I are still standing at the bottom of the steps when Jon comes walking over and says: 

"Are you going in?"

"Yeah I think so."

"You're going to love it.  There's hella hot girls in there.  Church girls are the hottest."

He starts walking in.  We stand around a little longer and Chad and Andy are trying to convince me to go in and check it out.  I am not a religious man in any sense, but I finally give in and we start walking up the stairs.  As we're walking up the hundreds of steps, an old lady who looked like a real life version of the sorceress from Beauty and the Beast start mumbling something.

As we walked by, she pointed her finger at me and said "Not all souls can be saved..."

Ominous...

We go inside and there is a sign in sheet in the lobby.  I ask Chad to sign me in and he picks up a Crayola marker.  As he uncaps it, he realizes that it is not a marker but a stamp.  I have not seen those things in ages!  We sign in and walk through the doors and see that the hundreds of people outside have withered down to about 20 people.  Where did everyone go?!  Sorcery!!! This is why I do not go to church.  They will make you disappear.

While looking for the picture above, I stumbled across this excellent post from another blogger.

http://jacksfilmblog.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html

Definitely the funniest thing I have read today.  Just brilliant.  It is a rather quick read if you have the time.  Enjoy.  Cheers.

-Thundalips

The calling

The actual song is slowed down to about three minutes.  The original sounds better...

This is probably a ridiculous notion...  Am I too old to run away from home?  How ridiculous would that be?  A 24 (almost 25) year old running away from home?  I cannot recall a time where anyone older than a high school graduate running away from home, in real life or television.  I guess that's how ridiculous it is.  I need a break.  Too bad my life cannot be contained in a Golf.  It would be easy if I could just load all my belongings and drive off somewhere...

The road is calling me.

-Thundalips

Manners

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPBNBAcfLZk

Skip to 0:42.  Can't embed for some reason...

As I have said in a previous post, I do not usually cuss on this blog.  I try to keep it as G rated as possible, but today I will make an exception.

People need to learn some fucking manners.  A simple "thank you" or "excuse me" is not that difficult.  The worst is people who do not apologize for the shit they do when they know they are wrong.  Take some fucking responsibility.  Apologize.

It still amazes me how people treat each other.  I blame the parents.   

-Thundalips

Woman of my dreams

Literally. 

Last night I met Taylor Swift.  She was stunning.  I am not exactly sure what happened but someone I know had won a chance to meet Sweezy.  It was a chance for a private concert in their home and she came to Calvin's house.  Her band was setting up in the kitchen and I was playing chess with Chad in the dining room while Anjuli watched TV.  I realized no one else was going to watch the concert besides the three of us so I went into the kitchen and asked her if she just wanted to perform an acoustic set so it would not take so long setting up.  She thought it was a great idea and she came out and sang a song on her guitar.  It was wonderful.

After a few songs, I asked her if she wanted to play some board games.  She asked what we had and I went through the list of board games I have and mentioned Taboo.  As soon as I mentioned it, her eyes lit up and she said, "I LOVE THAT GAME! I'M SO GOOD AT IT!"  She mentioned that she and Adele were "beastly" and undefeated.  I went around the house to look for my people to play and found Andy sleeping.  I tried to wake him up but he did not want to play.  Oh well.

She said she had to leave so I walked her to her car.  Amazingly, no one recognized her as we walked through a crowd of people.  Then, out of no where, some crazy Asian girl screams, "TAYLOR!"  Waves of hysterical fans start running toward her and I try to hold them back.  I had my back turned to the fans and boxed out as many as I could while Taylor got into her car.  Some 13 year old reaches from behind and grabs my neck.  At this point Taylor is already in the car and drives off.  I turn around and slap the girl across the face and walk away.  Bitch.  Trying to grab me...

Not really an exciting dream but it was the first time I met Taylor.

-Thundalips

My mother

I was talking to my mother about earthquakes and disaster preparedness.  She said she wanted a flashlight for emergencies and I said that was not enough.  I went through the list of supplies the N.E.R.T. student manual suggested and then told her Anjuli was actually making a kit.  She asked me what was in it and I did not know at the time since she was still blogging it.  I told her I would let her know when Anjuli was done blogging about it. 

After my mom got out of the shower I called her to my room to tell her the list and the conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey Ma, you wanted to know what was in Anjuli's kit right?  She posted it.

Ma:  I already know what's in it.  Alcohol and condoms.

Me: /Laugh

Ma: What?  The necessities! 

I laughed so hard.  My mom says the craziest shit. 

Until next time,

-Thundalips

Baby on board with a fat guy dancing.

Getcho eagle on.

Dream time.

It began on a bright and sunny day in San Jose.  I was skateboarding (not longboarding) to class and just passed the science building when I saw my friend Adam from high school.  I have been running into him a lot lately for some reason and I happened to run into him again on campus even though he did not attend SJSU.  As I tried to slow down to talk to him I stumbled and my board slipped out from under me.  But I was not worried about my board going to far because the area I was in was almost like a bowl.  The board rolled about 30 yards away before it started rolling back.  So I stood there and made small talk with Adam while I watched my board roll around.  It rolled back and forth but eventually picked up enough momentum that it went over the edge of the bowl and rolled further down campus.  I still had my eye on it and was thinking it would come back.  Then, out of no where, I see my skateboard run into a stroller.  The skateboard was pushing the stroller towards the street.  I panic and run after my skateboard that was now carrying the stroller into traffic.  I never caught it...

Until next time,

Toddlers do not dream about themselves until around the age of 3. From the same age, children typically have many more nightmares than adults do until age 7 or 8.

-Thundalips

Weird stuff

Totally ridiculous song.  But it is catchy... Make your face fall off.  Here's a legit song worth listening to.

 I like T.I.  Great rapper...

Things to talk about... Things to talk about... Hmm... Reno?  Ehh... Upcoming Vegas trip?  Ehh... School?  Nah... Weird stuff?  Yes, please.

People who are familiar with my eating habits know that I do not have much of a sweet tooth.  I rarely eat dessert, I am not too crazy about chocolate, and I do not eat a lot of sweets in general.  The only sugary food/drink in my diet is soda.  And I only have that two or three times a week.  But lately, I have been craving a lot of sweets.  After meals, I start looking for something to satisfy my sweet tooth which has never really happened before.  Maybe I am man-struating...  Who knows...

Need to sleep earlier....

-Thundalips

Faceless money grabber

One of my new favorite albums.  I have a feeling I will be listening to this one for years.  Interesting note:  the band does not incorporate the guitar in their music because the lead singer is "sick of hearing it" in music.

A burden has been lifted.  I am faceless.  While I do feel somewhat disconnected, I also feel free.  Having it removed from my typical daily rounds has changed the way I internets.  Not that it felt like a burden to begin with, but it is just a different feeling.  I am not sure how long I will go faceless but I am enjoying the peace.

I recently heard someone say something along the lines of "All guys are dogs."  Hearing things like that drives me crazy.  I heard it again on the radio recently as well.  Women who have this mindset need to be burlap-sacked and thrown into a river.  Or sterilized.  I am not exactly sure what happened in their lives for them to pigeonhole every guy into this ridiculous stereotype, but it has no place in the world in my book.  If you really have such problem with men, then become a lesbian.  If you date someone with the mindset that they will cheat on you at any given time, there is no trust.  If there is no trust, there is no relationship.  Grow up.  Why even bother with men if you think you are putting yourself in a situation to be hurt.  One of two things: you are dumber than a brick or you love the drama and attention.

The funny thing is the girl who said it was actually guilty of cheating on her boyfriend herself.  Hypocrite... If I really have to think about it, I probably know more women who cheated than men.  Or at least an equal amount.  These females need to open the poppy eyes...  The world is full of cheaters and liars, both male and female.

Think about it statistically.  In some ways it is worse than racism.  Even if you stereotype all the Chinese people in the world, that's only 1 billion people out of more than 6 billion people on Earth.  If you stereotype all men, that is almost half of the human population.  More than 3 billion people.  Going back to the example, if you were to say "Chinese people can't drive," that would be suggesting all 1 billion Chinese knew how to drive to begin with.  That, of course, is not the case in the real world.  By saying "All guys cheat and are dogs," you are saying 3 billion males, regardless of age, sexual preference, etc., will cheat given the opportunity.   You are just tilting at windmills...

The only difference between the male and female cheaters is the way the situation is treated.  If you look at any media outlet, they typically stigmatize any man who is adulterous e.g. Jesse James, Tiger Woods, Jackie Chan, etc.  All of those stories were blown out of proportion forcing them to make numerous public apologies while tarnishing their images forever.  On the other side of the argument, women like LeAnn Rimes, Jennifer Lopez, Meg Ryan, and Princess Diana all admitted cheating on their spouses.  But how much attention did these stories get?  I even had to look up famous female celebrity cheaters to get that list!  That's how much the media spins "news".  Television shows like "Desperate Housewives" even go as far as glorifying female cheaters.  These characters are put on a pedestal instead of in front of a podium.  If the show were reversed (think Desperate Stay-At-Home-Husband), would the ratings be the same?  Would women find it offensive?  Probably.  Think about it...

Until next time,

Facebook has more than 500 million active users.  Minus one.

-Thundalips

Changes

What is there to say...  Not much.  I am supposed to be reading for class right now, but instead I am talking to you. 

Changes.  Changes are coming.  By the end of the year I will not be the same person you know now.  I guarantee it.  They say if you do not have enemies, you have not accomplished anything.  By this time next year, I will have new enemies. 

"During this fight, I've seen a lot of changing, in the way you feel about me, and in the way I feel about you. In here, there were two guys killing each other, but I guess that's better than twenty million. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that if I can change, and you can change, everybody can change."  -Mr. Balboa

Until next time,

Money can’t buy friends, but you can get a better class of enemy.

-Thunderlips