January 22, 2010
90210
Definitely my favorite track of the album. I'm a bit of a sucker when it comes to music with tragic lyrics. If it tells a story then it's only about a bajillion times better. I guess it's comforting just hearing that someone out there could be doing worse than me. It's a great reminder to really cherish what I have.
Work has been crap as of late. I got stuck on support which means I have to carry around a cell phone from work 24/7. Rain or shine, night or day, I have to answer any calls from any of the service people covering 7,000+ machines in production. So when they have a problem, they call me and I have to determine the cause of the problem and attempt to fix it. Sounds scary eh? I got a call today on my way to lunch and had to turn back to take care of the problem. After half an hour of walking through the problem, I was able to figure out what the person did and fixed it. As I was walking out for lunch again, I got another call. My first attempt to eat was at 12:15. I didn't eat until 2:30. By the way, did you like how the first paragraph talks about being grateful for my life and then I quickly transition to how work sucks? I'm a flip-flopper.
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is ruining my life. Someone take it away.
Until next time,
-Alex Thunderlips
January 20, 2010
Poetic Justice
On Monday my family and I went to a lunch buffet in Daly City called Kome. My uncle suggested it because it was a new restaurant. He had already eaten there a few times and said the food was really good. Since I'm almost always up for new eats, I went with my mom, uncle, and aunt. If you know where Todai used to be in Daly City, that's where it's at.
When we get there, we see the line is ridiculously long. The restaurant opens at 11 and we arrive there at 10:45. The entire lobby is wall to wall of people trying to get a table. Meanwhile, my uncle arrives and tells us there's no wait. So we follow him and the four of us walk all the way to the back of the room and sit down at a table. Apparently my uncle knows the owner.
I have never seen so many Asians in my entire life. Chinese people have a tendency to try new Chinese restaurants in bunches. I thought the line to get a table ridiculous. Little did I know, the line for food was worse. The restaurant has the exact layout of what used to be Todai. There is a separate island for sushi and salad, an island (more like a row) for hot foods, a noodle station, and a dessert section. Since I had sushi on Sunday night, I opted for hot food. I lined up all the way in the back of the line which moved as fast as molasses.
It took more than 20 minutes for me to reach the plates. All the while, I was harassed by a toddler standing behind me with an empty plate he grabbed from another section. This fat Asian boy had no sense of personal space and kept bumping into my behind. As you may know, my rather large posterior isn't exactly impossible to avoid, but this kid had every intention of ignoring my personal bubble. He bumped me at least 20 times while I was waiting in line for food and each time he did I turned around to stare him down. After about ten times, the kid's father finally tells him not to stand so close. Finally. Some relief. That's what I thought at least. Next thing you know, the kid lifts his plate, digging into the bottom of my ass. He literally put my ass on his plate. At that point I'd had enough. I waited and baited him. Slowly the line moved and I stood still hoping he'd get closer. Then, (for dramatic effect) I totally let one rip in his face. He was at the perfect height to eat every fecal particle I had to offer. Victory is sweet.
Enough with the story. Onward of the review. The food was actually pretty tasty for a buffet. I would definitely recommend it even though Yelp users gave it low scores. Considering lunch buffet is 10.95, it is definitely worth a shot. My uncle tells me that a few of the chefs were actually from Koi Palace so you know at least some of the food is made by professionals. The Chinese BBQ and dim sum section is definitely the highlight of the buffet.
As we left the restaurant, we all got a peek of the line. The line at this point (1PM) stretched past the next two or three store fronts. My uncle told me that the owner of Kome got many complaints from the neighboring restaurants about its patrons blocking the entrances to their shops. Most of the reviews you'll see on Yelp complain about the wait but if you have the inside track or don't mind going early this is definitely a place to check out at least once. [End review]
Last night I had a very strange dream. Chadwick, Andy, Gary, Anjuli, Kevin, a few other friends and I were sitting in a circle somewhere outside. For some reason in this dream, Chadwick had a baby (his) in his lap and was bouncing him up and down. Chad turned to me and asked me if I could hold the baby while he grabbed something from a bag. I take the baby and hold him so he's facing outward. With one hand under the baby's bottom and the other across his body, I wait for Chadwick to grab whatever he needed. I look at the baby's face and I know what's coming next. Doo doo butter. I yell at Chad and tell him to take the baby before he defecates on me, but everyone just watches as the baby craps all over my hand. Everyone there starts laughing at me which upsets me. I look at Chad and he's laughing so hard he's on the floor. With the crap in my hand I chuck it at him and hit him square in the chest. Everyone continues laughing and Chad throws it at someone else. Next thing I know, everyone is throwing doo doo at everyone and I'm carrying the baby under one arm and diving out of the way while throwing doo doo bombs at people. [End dream]
Poetic justice...
Until next time,
Keep the doo doo to yourself.
-Alex Thunderlips
When we get there, we see the line is ridiculously long. The restaurant opens at 11 and we arrive there at 10:45. The entire lobby is wall to wall of people trying to get a table. Meanwhile, my uncle arrives and tells us there's no wait. So we follow him and the four of us walk all the way to the back of the room and sit down at a table. Apparently my uncle knows the owner.
I have never seen so many Asians in my entire life. Chinese people have a tendency to try new Chinese restaurants in bunches. I thought the line to get a table ridiculous. Little did I know, the line for food was worse. The restaurant has the exact layout of what used to be Todai. There is a separate island for sushi and salad, an island (more like a row) for hot foods, a noodle station, and a dessert section. Since I had sushi on Sunday night, I opted for hot food. I lined up all the way in the back of the line which moved as fast as molasses.
It took more than 20 minutes for me to reach the plates. All the while, I was harassed by a toddler standing behind me with an empty plate he grabbed from another section. This fat Asian boy had no sense of personal space and kept bumping into my behind. As you may know, my rather large posterior isn't exactly impossible to avoid, but this kid had every intention of ignoring my personal bubble. He bumped me at least 20 times while I was waiting in line for food and each time he did I turned around to stare him down. After about ten times, the kid's father finally tells him not to stand so close. Finally. Some relief. That's what I thought at least. Next thing you know, the kid lifts his plate, digging into the bottom of my ass. He literally put my ass on his plate. At that point I'd had enough. I waited and baited him. Slowly the line moved and I stood still hoping he'd get closer. Then, (for dramatic effect) I totally let one rip in his face. He was at the perfect height to eat every fecal particle I had to offer. Victory is sweet.
Enough with the story. Onward of the review. The food was actually pretty tasty for a buffet. I would definitely recommend it even though Yelp users gave it low scores. Considering lunch buffet is 10.95, it is definitely worth a shot. My uncle tells me that a few of the chefs were actually from Koi Palace so you know at least some of the food is made by professionals. The Chinese BBQ and dim sum section is definitely the highlight of the buffet.
As we left the restaurant, we all got a peek of the line. The line at this point (1PM) stretched past the next two or three store fronts. My uncle told me that the owner of Kome got many complaints from the neighboring restaurants about its patrons blocking the entrances to their shops. Most of the reviews you'll see on Yelp complain about the wait but if you have the inside track or don't mind going early this is definitely a place to check out at least once. [End review]
Last night I had a very strange dream. Chadwick, Andy, Gary, Anjuli, Kevin, a few other friends and I were sitting in a circle somewhere outside. For some reason in this dream, Chadwick had a baby (his) in his lap and was bouncing him up and down. Chad turned to me and asked me if I could hold the baby while he grabbed something from a bag. I take the baby and hold him so he's facing outward. With one hand under the baby's bottom and the other across his body, I wait for Chadwick to grab whatever he needed. I look at the baby's face and I know what's coming next. Doo doo butter. I yell at Chad and tell him to take the baby before he defecates on me, but everyone just watches as the baby craps all over my hand. Everyone there starts laughing at me which upsets me. I look at Chad and he's laughing so hard he's on the floor. With the crap in my hand I chuck it at him and hit him square in the chest. Everyone continues laughing and Chad throws it at someone else. Next thing I know, everyone is throwing doo doo at everyone and I'm carrying the baby under one arm and diving out of the way while throwing doo doo bombs at people. [End dream]
Poetic justice...
Until next time,
Keep the doo doo to yourself.
-Alex Thunderlips
January 15, 2010
POWER METAL!
Craving power metal lately.
Crazy dream last night. I had to write down everything I could remember before I forgot.
It started with Andy, Gary, Chad and me at a ghetto high school. We were surrounded by hundreds of black people and the four of us were preparing for a rap battle. We all had our notebooks out with our scribbled rhymes deciding who would go first. Then our names were called and we walked toward the stage. I dropped my notebook and when I looked up the three of them were gone. Out of nowhere, four white guys (wiggas) jumped me from behind and the smallest guy gave me an atomic wedgie. At that point I'm not feeling the rap competition so I walk away. All the black people I walk past are asking me where I was going and how they wanted to see me perform. Apparently, in my dreams, I'm a very good rapper.
I left the high school and got into a car where I met up with my black girlfriend (why are there so many black people in my dream?). I told her about the atomic wedgie and decided that I wanted to get even. We knew where the wiggas were going so we drove to a parking garage where they were going to wait them out. At that point, we find the perfect vantage point to watch the entrance of the garage. The plan was to seal them inside and fight them. Then, my dream girlfriend hands me a box of C4 rigged together as a car bomb. I said that was too drastic and I just wanted to get even.
We wait for a bit and Andy, Gary, and Chad meet up with us. As I step out of the car to approach them, the four wiggas turn the corner and are right in front of me. I immediately throw the small one through the window of the house we're standing next to and the other three guys run. The small wigga is stunned after I had thrown him through the window. I grab a wooden chair and smash it over his head. Out cold. Awesome.
As I walk away, someone suggests going to Henry's house to play Call of Duty. I agree and we start to drive over there. When we get there, I look at the TV and it has the most absurd dimensions I've ever seen. It was ridiculously long horizontally but very short in terms of height. It was so distorted I had trouble seeing all four players on the screen. Oh yea, and for some reason Virginia was already at Henry's house when we got there. [End dream]
Until next time,
Gotta love the blacks...
-Alex Thunderlips
January 14, 2010
Haiti hatin'
Watching the news is putting me in a foul mood. All the press is focusing on Haiti and all the efforts to help save the country. Everywhere you turn, videos, photos, and stories of the devastating earthquake can be seen or heard. The amount of press this story is getting is ridiculous. The United States is on the front line sending thousands (probably millions already) of dollars in aid. Why? I have no idea.
Facebook groups, Twitter groups, and all kinds of social networking sites and media outlets are spreading the word. Haiti needs help. People are opening their wallets and helping the unfortunate victims of the earthquake. I even heard the NHL organization has donated $100,000 in aid to Haiti. I honestly cannot find the justification for these "generous" acts.
Our country is suffering, yet our own people would rather help other countries than our own. Our city, our state, our country is in a deficit that is growing. You all know about the budget cuts, furlough days, etc. So why do we help other countries when we can barely help ourselves? We're barely getting out of a recession and people are throwing their money at Haiti like there's no tomorrow.
Why are we even helping countries that hate us? Giving them money isn't going to make them like us better. We have much more to lose than to gain by just needlessly throwing our money at other countries. Why is America always responsible when a major disaster happens? Why do we keep offering our helping hand (see video below) when we can barely fend for ourselves? Who are we to step in and act all noble when we can't sustain a stable nation?
That statement reminds me of this. Would you take that hand if it was offered to you? Didn't think so.
Look, I'm all for helping people, but why not help our own first? It's like giving away something you don't have. It drives me crazy listening to all the people bragging about how they think they're helping the less fortunate people in Haiti while there are plenty of people that need our help here.
Call me callous, call me cold-hearted. I just don't understand the justification of giving away money to people on the basis of "global unity". Someone please educate me on my ignorant perceptions of global politics. Ridiculous.
Until next time,
Let's direct headlines to more important matters. Like the NBC late night debacle.
-Alex Thunderlips
Facebook groups, Twitter groups, and all kinds of social networking sites and media outlets are spreading the word. Haiti needs help. People are opening their wallets and helping the unfortunate victims of the earthquake. I even heard the NHL organization has donated $100,000 in aid to Haiti. I honestly cannot find the justification for these "generous" acts.
Our country is suffering, yet our own people would rather help other countries than our own. Our city, our state, our country is in a deficit that is growing. You all know about the budget cuts, furlough days, etc. So why do we help other countries when we can barely help ourselves? We're barely getting out of a recession and people are throwing their money at Haiti like there's no tomorrow.
Why are we even helping countries that hate us? Giving them money isn't going to make them like us better. We have much more to lose than to gain by just needlessly throwing our money at other countries. Why is America always responsible when a major disaster happens? Why do we keep offering our helping hand (see video below) when we can barely fend for ourselves? Who are we to step in and act all noble when we can't sustain a stable nation?
That statement reminds me of this. Would you take that hand if it was offered to you? Didn't think so.
Look, I'm all for helping people, but why not help our own first? It's like giving away something you don't have. It drives me crazy listening to all the people bragging about how they think they're helping the less fortunate people in Haiti while there are plenty of people that need our help here.
Call me callous, call me cold-hearted. I just don't understand the justification of giving away money to people on the basis of "global unity". Someone please educate me on my ignorant perceptions of global politics. Ridiculous.
Until next time,
Let's direct headlines to more important matters. Like the NBC late night debacle.
-Alex Thunderlips
January 13, 2010
Para-more more more. Why don't you like me? Nobody likes me.
Fact: I have family in Haiti. I learned the other day my great grandfather married another woman in Haiti and had two daughters and a son. Yes, they are black. My aunt tells me there are pictures at my grandma's house. As soon as I can get my hands on them I will post them as proof. I guess the jungle fever runs in the family. I have a genetic predisposition for the sistas.
Things to resolve by the end of the month:
- Finalize list of programs I will be applying to
- Have at least a fitting for a helmet (hopefully I'll have my scooter)
- Work on vocabulary
- TV
- COD
- Magic
- General laziness
Keep your eye on the ball...
-Alex Thunderlips
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