I play Blackjack on my cell phone and I'm not good at it. I'm not sure how much of the game is skill, how much of it is luck, and how much of it is just that the cell phone cheats and always wants to win. I mean, what are the chances of us BOTH getting 21 and drawing on the bet three times in a row? This would never happen on a real deck.
Anyway, today, I was on the train to New Jersey and I was having a really good run. I was up $4 500 when a friend called. My next complaint: No 'save' feature. I couldn't return to game; I had to start over. I can't explain how much this aggravated me: I never get over $3 000. And I never get phone calls either. Why these two aleatory things, both good, had to happen at the same time, and in such a way that it cancelled the other out, is beyond me.
Recently, I've been feeling weird; going on random philosophical journeys within myself this week. Prime example: Lately, I've been a big fan of these Naked drinks. It's so productive: There's a pound of fruit in each bottle. I often buy one for breakfast along with a turkey wrap. I feel healthy, energetic, and.. self-actualized. (I don't know what I'm talking about.) Anyway, while reading the side panel of the bottle today, I saw that the drink is "sky high in B-complex vitamins". Careful inspection of the ingredients shows that there's a mere three miligrams of Vitamin B6 and ten MICROgrams of Vitamin B-12. Those are all the B-vitamins. Explain to me when in the English language did this constitute as "sky high"?
The question is, Am I being too cynical? Why can't I just accept a good thing for what it is? Why can't I just drink a bottle of Naked juice and be happy that I've done something good? The News Archive | Email
I'm on a processed cheese diet. I know this is wrong but I can't help it. Cheetos are good (though I'm not sure I'll ever regard cheese as 'dangerous') and I just finished eating Kraft dinner. A friend brought up the problem with Cheetos: the cheesy, orange grime that cakes all over your fingers when you reach into the bag. This had bothered me too, and, while sharing the advice I had to my friend, I realized how much the world needed to know of an alternative. Use chopsticks. Yet another great innovation. Sometimes when I get email, it's hard to differentiate whether it's in response to something I've written, or if the author of the email is clinically insane. I got one today from someone anonymous who said, "Chicken soup smells like pee. I'll eat your rice." Now, either he/she was replying to a post about my thinking that rice cooking smelled like day-old socks, or it was a crazy email with a random statement followed by a random threat. Don't know how to take it. The News Archive | Email
Recently, Amos, the webmaster of my site, emailed me to see how I was doing. This is cause for celebration because Amos is an internet recluse and never reaches out in any shape or form.
General announcement: Unless you really, really have to, please don't add me to your MSN Contact list. Things are getting a little too crazy and, since I can't keep track of who I actually know in real life, I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic with all the requests. (Annoyingly, I don't memorize my friends' email addresses and so I've been declining several of my friends, who think that they are no longer such.)
I have virtually nothing of worth to say (it's debatable whether I ever do), so I'm going to pretend it's because I have no time and not because even I find publishing my grocery list is boring.
Just realized how great my rap friends are: Ep is clerking at the Supreme Court and Todd Fox is big-time in D.C. It's almost enough to make parents want their kids to take up rap lessons. Imagine that.
My summer is shaping up and I'm excited. In fact, I'm just plain happy and excited about the future and what it has in store. There's going to be something new coming up on the page -- not sure how it's going to work, but keep your eyes peeled.
Today is Saturday and the first day this month where I felt it was okay to just relax. There were so many things I had wanted to do that just couldn't get around to. One was cleaning the clutter around my laptop computer. It became ridiculous up until today; piles of papers and books, half-empty bags of cookies and chips, dirty dishes. I filed away most of the papers and cleaned up some of the clutter in my room (which meant, mainly, pushing all the clothes into one corner).
I also changed the light-bulb in my bedroom. All but one light-bulb had gone out and I was living in dim tenebrosity for over a month. In some ways, I feel this is the most productive day I've had all year.
In other news, Todd Fox's coming to New York and we're going to hit the recording studio; to borrow from the pretentious trend of envying Teutonic chic: It's going to be uber-cool. The News Archive | Email
There are many little kids at my college who study under the Preparatory program. Last week, I was not invited to a birthday party on the account that my hair was sharp and the birthday girl was planning on having balloons. I thought that was cute, and in no way did it give me flashbacks to my lack of popularity in grade school.
One of my friends -- who is fond of eating -- sent me this link today along with this cute message: "Uh oh." I don't really like dim sum that much, though. Little things like dim sum are annoying when you're hungry. Sometimes, just the mention of dim sum around lunchtime makes me irritable and angry. You often eat dim sum in groups where you have to be polite; everyone's eyeing the last piece of pork and wondering who's going to have the audacity to snatch it up. I hate that tension. I just eat before and let them battle it out. The News Archive | Email
My lack of updates comes from there being TOO MUCH TO SAY. Not really. I've been doing my taxes for the past little while. I'm not good at math, organization, or anything smart, so this is, for me, the definition of tedium. Some people have been telling me that they're getting money back after filing, but this has not happened for me since I've realized that I'm just writing a string of zeros on the form. The delirium of doing taxes makes me think that maybe they'll give me some money for the trouble. For ink and.. calligraphy labour.
I'm writing because I'm caught in a situation where I have nothing to do: That is, I'm currently on the phone with Air Canada and, to do a simple calculation for the dollar conversion from US to Canadian, they are putting me on hold. For fifteen minutes. If I was any better at math, I'd be righteously indignant and feel less pathetic.
Yesterday, I went to the post office; the one on 83rd between Amsterdam and Columbus. I'm just telling you this so you know which one to avoid.
I went there and I noticed that all the tellers were behind bullet-proof plexiglas. Who was going to harm them? I thought this was ridiculous -- until forty-five minutes later. I've decided that, precisely because of this protective shield, these postal workers were moving annoyingly slow. Taunting any psychos with guns to "go postal", as it were. I watched intensely as this one postal worker took five full minutes to seal an envelope and put a sticker on it. I'm not exaggerating: There was a big clock right above her window. Everything about the place is annoying.
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