If you haven't tried FastFoodFever's Surf n Turf I suggest you do, especially if you've been fasting all day. It was a mediocre yet satisfying union of cow and unidentified fish. Follow that up with a crude float (Melted remains of a Hot Fudge Sundae with a Regular Coke) and you're all set. It must... Continue Reading →

There is no sense in making a mansion if the roof on top of it all is rusted and made from low quality material. You can have a really souped up computer with kick-ass hardware, but it's all useless if you have a managing operating system of Windows 3.0. And a whole battalion of soldiers... Continue Reading →

Isn't this nice. They restrict everything they can possibly keep us from surfing into here at work, yet here I am, blogging my cares away. Well, not really. I wouldn't really know if it's possible to whale out all of the crap this building has to offer, regardless of how many instances time grants me... Continue Reading →

Blogs from me are no longer a dime a dozen. Somehow I feel like any thought that comes to my mind is no longer bloggable unless deep enough. There's a trend there. See, about a year ago my posts were created on a near daily basis with points only a heartbroken weak-chinned chinky-eyed Iron-Chef-addicted bum... Continue Reading →

sorry. something else I dug up.Ironically it's a nicer part of me typing right now. I'll be frank. I like Reservoir Dogs, but I hate Quentin Tarantino for his assistance in kicking off the new year with Hostel. That's a very nice way for me to enjoy my medium rare 16-ounce rib-eye - by trying... Continue Reading →

On the Wings of Aluminum(pahabol ulit. I unloaded the other stuff from my suitcases and remembered about this just now.)Last time I heard the stewardess, she said we'd be on the ground in about 5 hours. Oh, pardon me. That was 'flight attendant'. I'm sorry.Anyway, it seems like the lightheadedness(?) I feel right now is... Continue Reading →

Last night I was sitting down typing for the sake of blogging in my jammies while watching Iron chef. Talk about deja vu happening approximately a year after. A lot of changes in that show, by the way. First, they replaced Iron Chef Rokusaburo Michiba for some younger fart whose name I can't really remember... Continue Reading →

The Circus Balloon Man (A Prelude) 1The Great Depression left many with little to be happy about. Russian immigrant Josef Politovski was certainly feeling that, especially now that winter was looming. His chances for actual survival were slim, he thought. In fact, thinking was what reduced the pain he felt from his hunger. There he... Continue Reading →

December 15, 2005 12:08 am It's still so nice to just have a cup of tea outside, admiring the view. It looks so typical, however, when you look at something now it's always interesting for at least one more look. I'll tell you one thing; It's full of contrast. I mean, simply assessing the view... Continue Reading →