This is what I did this evening after the idea hatched and nagged at me.
Watch it before they take it down!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Hi, I'm... um... er... Shit.
That pretty much sums up my demeanor at the job seminar. I'm no good in groups, and in no good, I mean absolute twat. I stammer extensively, turn beet red, and verbal vomit pours out of my piehole. It was a tricky situation - it wasn't exactly a job interview, but it wasn't completely an informational session - so everyone was trying to stand out by being interesting. Whenever I try too hard, I usually self destruct, starting with my bad attempts at jokes, my nonsensical blathering, and then I sometimes, like today, I will stop talking mid-sentence, picturing myself standing next to me, shaking my sad little head.
I don't think it's really as bad as I think, gotta wait till the end of the week to see if its a yay or nay. I'll be getting an answer either way, I just hope I get another, more personal swing at it.
Sigh.
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Watching Mulan now, to try to make up for the demeaning visions of women in Peter Pan. The film is pretty good, though it gets a bit more serious than the usual kid fare.
I don't think it's really as bad as I think, gotta wait till the end of the week to see if its a yay or nay. I'll be getting an answer either way, I just hope I get another, more personal swing at it.
Sigh.
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Watching Mulan now, to try to make up for the demeaning visions of women in Peter Pan. The film is pretty good, though it gets a bit more serious than the usual kid fare.
AHHHH!
Just shaved after I got out of the shower. I feel as if I'm missing a nose or something. And I have nothing bristly to play with on my face now. Time to find another tuff of hair to play with.
That's not obsence.
That's not obsence.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Pan, Interview, Alaska
Watching Disney's "Peter Pan" with the kids right now and I think my PC radar is going off the freakin' charts. They're at the "injuns" camps singing "What makes the Red Man red?" and Peter is hussing it up with the Chief's daughter. Other than the injuns/cultural shock, there's that ever present sexist undertone. The mermaids, Tinkerbell, and all the other lasses in the movie get jealous and clamor over Peter, a scoundrel who is on the sadistic side. Right now Hook is trying to persuade Tink by playing on her jealousy. Not to mention some of the Piratey behavior, like Hook shooting a sailor for singing, talks about hanging, slitting throats... My brain's freaking out.
I guess in a way it's slightly better than Pirates of the Carribean, which has managed to glorify pirates to some unholy cultural phenomenon. It's become family friendly so much so that last year (or the year before) Seafair adopted it as a theme. Maybe in the next century or so they'll be having terrorist themed events if the right movie is made about it. I don't personally dislike pirates, I just think people going absolutely gaga about it is a little silly. They've just taken the raping and pillaging and murder out of pirating and made it into some kind of rock star profession. Odd.
But anyway, I may not be recommending this 50 year old movie to the kids again. It's a bit disheartening because all the kids movies I used to watch are now so... wrong. Peter Pan, meet Little Mermaid in the seldomly watched movie pile.
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I'm nervous about the interview tomorrow, and in all likelihood my moustache (I spelt it correctly today) is going because I don't want to chance it. Oh well, I'll miss playing with it more than the look of having one. It made me look a bit different, though I don't know if it improved my looks. Some of the photos I took today with my short hair makes me look almost like a short sighted sausage.
I have to reprint the resume that I submitted in to the company, and I am not kidding, but the date on that resume was last January. That would either mean that they haven't had an opening for my coveted position since then, or that it might be based on my second resume, which was for another position. I dunno which I prefer it be.
Oh boy, I hope everything goes well.
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I drove my mom to the pier this afternoon, where she'll be taking a cruise ship to Alaska for the next week or so. She might stop by to see Dave. Maybe not. But it does feel a bit odd to know that she won't be around. I've kinda gotten used to having her around, even if some days I don't really have much to say to her. But I hope she'll have fun on the cruise. She's never been.
Well, the movie's ending, and the kids have to go to bed, and I have to go about the resume. Bloop.
I guess in a way it's slightly better than Pirates of the Carribean, which has managed to glorify pirates to some unholy cultural phenomenon. It's become family friendly so much so that last year (or the year before) Seafair adopted it as a theme. Maybe in the next century or so they'll be having terrorist themed events if the right movie is made about it. I don't personally dislike pirates, I just think people going absolutely gaga about it is a little silly. They've just taken the raping and pillaging and murder out of pirating and made it into some kind of rock star profession. Odd.
But anyway, I may not be recommending this 50 year old movie to the kids again. It's a bit disheartening because all the kids movies I used to watch are now so... wrong. Peter Pan, meet Little Mermaid in the seldomly watched movie pile.
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I'm nervous about the interview tomorrow, and in all likelihood my moustache (I spelt it correctly today) is going because I don't want to chance it. Oh well, I'll miss playing with it more than the look of having one. It made me look a bit different, though I don't know if it improved my looks. Some of the photos I took today with my short hair makes me look almost like a short sighted sausage.
I have to reprint the resume that I submitted in to the company, and I am not kidding, but the date on that resume was last January. That would either mean that they haven't had an opening for my coveted position since then, or that it might be based on my second resume, which was for another position. I dunno which I prefer it be.
Oh boy, I hope everything goes well.
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I drove my mom to the pier this afternoon, where she'll be taking a cruise ship to Alaska for the next week or so. She might stop by to see Dave. Maybe not. But it does feel a bit odd to know that she won't be around. I've kinda gotten used to having her around, even if some days I don't really have much to say to her. But I hope she'll have fun on the cruise. She's never been.
Well, the movie's ending, and the kids have to go to bed, and I have to go about the resume. Bloop.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
I have to pee, then work...
So this will be a quick post.
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Alex is getting the hang of it! We explored bribing, being nice and patient about potty training, even giving him Nintendo DS privilege when he's sitting on the potty, but both of our most matter of factly tricks finally worked. He has a 85-90% success rate during the day now, and he's been going to the potty, for the most part, unsolicited. What finally did it in was us agreeing that if he goes in his pants, he's going to have to take off his wet pants himself, put the pants in the sink, wash his hands, and wipe himself. And after about two days of that, he started to catch on a bit. My wife also had to come home prematurely a few times because he wet himself, so he's finally starting to understand the rationale behind going to the potty. He only missed going once today, but that's still pretty good. He actually already had one day with no accidents, so hopefully this will keep up.
You know, nobody ever makes a big deal when I go potty. Give me treats. Sigh.
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So I've been trying out facial hair for a while - and I haven't been too happy about the way it's growing. It's not like, whoa, it's a keeper. I have to grow more hair now. It's more like... Huh. Is is supposed to look like pubic hair on my face? Why the hell is it standing out like it's out to spear errand food, or lean toward the sun for photosynthesis? It isn't the thick growth of hair usually associated with a mustache, but more of a smattering of hair. It's like the one time Calvin got Hobbes to draw some lines on his head because he had accidently shaven off his hair. I told my wife it's like someone took a Sharpie to my upper lip.
So I thought, maybe when I get my haircut, I'll look less like I'm auditioning for Asian Jesus and more like, I dunno, cool. Alas, my wife cut my hair a little too short, just a smidget above a crew cut with odd tuffs of long bangs in the front. Yesterday morning I went downstairs and told my wife, "I look like a motorcycle cop."
She laughs, and I'm pretty proud of myself that it got a laugh.
And she keeps laughing.
And I'm thinking... Well, it's not that funny.
And she's still laughing.
And I'm thinking... Oh my god, she's laughing because IT'S TRUE!
Crew cut with a goofy mustache, I look like Steven Zahn in "National Security". Ah well, I got a job seminar on Monday and though I've read that the company isn't real picky about looks, I'm very likely going to shave unless Tom Selleck appears to me in a dream and tells me to be more patient with my lip coat.
Don't worry, I'll likely put some self-indulgent photos before it gets shorn off.
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Speaking of jobs, yeah, there's a job seminar I'm going to on Monday. Feeling excited about it, but not trying to get too excited about it because there's such a big demand for people wanting to work for Apple. I dunno, I think I'm really qualified for one of the positions, but trouble is I'm not really interested in the rest of the positions - mostly because I'm either not qualified enough to do the job or I'm not okay with part-time. I'll have to punch up the resume this weekend along with working like crazy on this one wedding that's due next Wednesday.
I have to pee.
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Alex is getting the hang of it! We explored bribing, being nice and patient about potty training, even giving him Nintendo DS privilege when he's sitting on the potty, but both of our most matter of factly tricks finally worked. He has a 85-90% success rate during the day now, and he's been going to the potty, for the most part, unsolicited. What finally did it in was us agreeing that if he goes in his pants, he's going to have to take off his wet pants himself, put the pants in the sink, wash his hands, and wipe himself. And after about two days of that, he started to catch on a bit. My wife also had to come home prematurely a few times because he wet himself, so he's finally starting to understand the rationale behind going to the potty. He only missed going once today, but that's still pretty good. He actually already had one day with no accidents, so hopefully this will keep up.
You know, nobody ever makes a big deal when I go potty. Give me treats. Sigh.
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So I've been trying out facial hair for a while - and I haven't been too happy about the way it's growing. It's not like, whoa, it's a keeper. I have to grow more hair now. It's more like... Huh. Is is supposed to look like pubic hair on my face? Why the hell is it standing out like it's out to spear errand food, or lean toward the sun for photosynthesis? It isn't the thick growth of hair usually associated with a mustache, but more of a smattering of hair. It's like the one time Calvin got Hobbes to draw some lines on his head because he had accidently shaven off his hair. I told my wife it's like someone took a Sharpie to my upper lip.
So I thought, maybe when I get my haircut, I'll look less like I'm auditioning for Asian Jesus and more like, I dunno, cool. Alas, my wife cut my hair a little too short, just a smidget above a crew cut with odd tuffs of long bangs in the front. Yesterday morning I went downstairs and told my wife, "I look like a motorcycle cop."
She laughs, and I'm pretty proud of myself that it got a laugh.
And she keeps laughing.
And I'm thinking... Well, it's not that funny.
And she's still laughing.
And I'm thinking... Oh my god, she's laughing because IT'S TRUE!
Crew cut with a goofy mustache, I look like Steven Zahn in "National Security". Ah well, I got a job seminar on Monday and though I've read that the company isn't real picky about looks, I'm very likely going to shave unless Tom Selleck appears to me in a dream and tells me to be more patient with my lip coat.
Don't worry, I'll likely put some self-indulgent photos before it gets shorn off.
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Speaking of jobs, yeah, there's a job seminar I'm going to on Monday. Feeling excited about it, but not trying to get too excited about it because there's such a big demand for people wanting to work for Apple. I dunno, I think I'm really qualified for one of the positions, but trouble is I'm not really interested in the rest of the positions - mostly because I'm either not qualified enough to do the job or I'm not okay with part-time. I'll have to punch up the resume this weekend along with working like crazy on this one wedding that's due next Wednesday.
I have to pee.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Mother's Day
You know, I forgot all about posting about it.
It went well. My wife had to work pretty much most of the day, but I got up with the kids, who were already up and hyper since 7 in the morning, and so she got to sleep in. She had already gotten her present a few days prior - a watch to replace her goofy reflective one. But when she came down, I told Zoe to wish my wife a Happy Mother's Day, and she said she'd be right back, and went upstairs. I was a little confused what she was doing, so I followed her upstairs.
It's gone, she said, after peeking in the laundry basket. Then I realized what a smart little girl Zoe was. The night before, I told the kids right before they went to bed that tomorrow was Mother's Day, and the card was for Mommy. I gave them heart stickers to affix all over the card, and maybe mentioned it in conversation a few more times after that. I placed the card in the laundry basket for the moment while I tucked them in, but I was surprised that Zoe had remembered it the next day. So I was pretty impressed. Then I gave a box of chocolates to Alex for him to give to Mom, but I think once he saw the chocolates he didn't care who they were for and why they were for her, but he just wanted in on some of that chocolate action.
My mom came home later in the afternoon and then we went out to dinner that night at a Chinese restaurant in Bellevue. I'm usually not very picky about food choices, but two of the dishes she ordered was just drowning in shrimp. And not the usual, fried yummy shrimp that is peppered in Chinese food, these two dishes were literally engulfed in fishy smelling shrimp. Like the little fuckers just staged a coup and overtook the dish. So I had to order another dish that I could eat. Even today, my mom couldn't stomach the leftovers because it was too shrimped out.
But funny thing was, she brought home a Target ad yesterday and told me that she didn't want a potrait of herself as she hinted for her birthday, no, she wanted the camera in the Target ad. So after the dinner, we went to Target, picked up the camera for her birthday present (which she is already using, since she needs one for her trip), and it's a pretty sweet camera. It's a point and shoot Nikon, and I kinda missed having a camera that I use could the LCD to shoot, have a movie mode, and just pocket around without having a friggin' 5 pound rig hanging from your neck. But after playing with the camera a bit, I realized why I invested in a DSLR. Point and shoot cameras do exactly what they're supposed to do, and my DSLR does what it's supposed to do. Take shots that drop jaws, yo.
It went well. My wife had to work pretty much most of the day, but I got up with the kids, who were already up and hyper since 7 in the morning, and so she got to sleep in. She had already gotten her present a few days prior - a watch to replace her goofy reflective one. But when she came down, I told Zoe to wish my wife a Happy Mother's Day, and she said she'd be right back, and went upstairs. I was a little confused what she was doing, so I followed her upstairs.
It's gone, she said, after peeking in the laundry basket. Then I realized what a smart little girl Zoe was. The night before, I told the kids right before they went to bed that tomorrow was Mother's Day, and the card was for Mommy. I gave them heart stickers to affix all over the card, and maybe mentioned it in conversation a few more times after that. I placed the card in the laundry basket for the moment while I tucked them in, but I was surprised that Zoe had remembered it the next day. So I was pretty impressed. Then I gave a box of chocolates to Alex for him to give to Mom, but I think once he saw the chocolates he didn't care who they were for and why they were for her, but he just wanted in on some of that chocolate action.
My mom came home later in the afternoon and then we went out to dinner that night at a Chinese restaurant in Bellevue. I'm usually not very picky about food choices, but two of the dishes she ordered was just drowning in shrimp. And not the usual, fried yummy shrimp that is peppered in Chinese food, these two dishes were literally engulfed in fishy smelling shrimp. Like the little fuckers just staged a coup and overtook the dish. So I had to order another dish that I could eat. Even today, my mom couldn't stomach the leftovers because it was too shrimped out.
But funny thing was, she brought home a Target ad yesterday and told me that she didn't want a potrait of herself as she hinted for her birthday, no, she wanted the camera in the Target ad. So after the dinner, we went to Target, picked up the camera for her birthday present (which she is already using, since she needs one for her trip), and it's a pretty sweet camera. It's a point and shoot Nikon, and I kinda missed having a camera that I use could the LCD to shoot, have a movie mode, and just pocket around without having a friggin' 5 pound rig hanging from your neck. But after playing with the camera a bit, I realized why I invested in a DSLR. Point and shoot cameras do exactly what they're supposed to do, and my DSLR does what it's supposed to do. Take shots that drop jaws, yo.
Stressed and Ranting
Yeah, this is one of those ranting posts about how everything is too much for me to bear, so I shall instead be a badger.
Final Cut Pro is a great program. It's very versatile, smart, and once you've mastered it you just can't do without it. Anyway, I've been using FCP3 since it was trendy, about 4 years ago or something. They're on FCP 5 now, and they don't even sell the program as its own. It's a whole suite with different programs bundled in now. Anyway, when I got it to run on OS 9, I was happy to have it run through the different variations of OS X. And it still works as a whole, except once in a while it runs into a memory jam. I believe it's something to do with how the OS used to handle the app's memory and how it has problems allocating the memory to OS X. Anyway, this recently has become a fat problem for me because due to a plethora of issues, I've had to import wedding footage from iMovie (that's a no-no since you have to rerender the audio and it's a huge waste of friggin' time,) and the problems have increased tenfold from there. The workaround the dropped footage has turned into a experiment in how much abuse I can take. A simple wedding to edit has become me sitting at my desktop, rendering a handful of clips at a time, then rebooting the program before it crashes, and then doing it again and again. ARGH. It's not important to anyone else, really. It's just what's bugging me.
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So the other day I was driving my mom to the doctors when I noticed my wedding ring was gone. I went home, looked in sinks and then told my wife that it was missing. It had popped off a few times before, but not often enough for me to worry about it. But since I had no idea where or when I lost the ring, it was tough to even get started looking for it. My wife said to just wait a few weeks and see what happens. And sure enough, my Mom was putting Zoe in the car yesterday and she saw it on the floor of the car. I dunno, I wasn't thinking too much about the significance of it being that the ring was just an inexpensive one we picked up, and I think I was always hoping that one day I was in a position to upgrade our rings to something fancier. But my Mom said that you only have one wedding ring, and she was right. I'm glad it's back on my finger. It was feeling a bit weird without one. But you know, when it was still missing, you couldn't even see the identation that a wedding ring usually causes on a finger. That's how loose the ring was. If I shake my left hand hard enough, it would probably fly off and blind a nun. Because I'm just surrounded by nuns constantly.
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Potty training for Alex is kicking our asses. Boy doesn't really care for it, doesn't matter that he's just wearing diapers and pants, he just goes. Sigh. We implemented a new strategy today - we converted the whole house into a big bathtub with multiple drains.
No, we just took a different approach to it. We told him that if he peed or pooped in his pants, he'd have to take off his pants himself, wipe his own bottom, then wash his hands. Boy, he isn't happy with any of that. But after being so stubborn for so long, and treating potty time as a prolonged joke, it's time for him to understand the core reason why he needs to go to the potty. Not to appease us or to amuse us, but because of a practical reason - to avoid being messy. Hasn't really gone anywhere with this yet, and I don't know if the message is coming through, but our laundry sure has piled up.
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Working on my website - not this one of course, but one that encompasses all my creative work from years ago. I actually already have one for my production company, but since it's not a certified production company (and I think it's actually taken since then) and no one can steal my name, I just thought I'd stick it all under my website.
It's interesting to go back and look at some of the materials from my work - I had forgotten about some of the production photos and the stupid ass storyboards I drew - but it makes me really miss the process. And now I'm not even sure when I'll be able to get working on another project. I dunno, it's still under tons of construction, but if you're interested to look at it, it's under my name. I'm egotastic like that.
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After using my yahoo for so long, I decided to try iGoogle for my "personalized" web hub, further enpowering the company to someday own my everloving soul. It's not bad, updates are a bit more frequent than yahoo, and since I use gmail, it certainly is more useful to glance how unpopular I really am. It's got some cool "gadgets" that you can even personalize - for instance, you can create a photo gadget from your own photos so that someone else who uses iGoogle who is stalking you can see your photos everyday. Or your RSS feed.
Final Cut Pro is a great program. It's very versatile, smart, and once you've mastered it you just can't do without it. Anyway, I've been using FCP3 since it was trendy, about 4 years ago or something. They're on FCP 5 now, and they don't even sell the program as its own. It's a whole suite with different programs bundled in now. Anyway, when I got it to run on OS 9, I was happy to have it run through the different variations of OS X. And it still works as a whole, except once in a while it runs into a memory jam. I believe it's something to do with how the OS used to handle the app's memory and how it has problems allocating the memory to OS X. Anyway, this recently has become a fat problem for me because due to a plethora of issues, I've had to import wedding footage from iMovie (that's a no-no since you have to rerender the audio and it's a huge waste of friggin' time,) and the problems have increased tenfold from there. The workaround the dropped footage has turned into a experiment in how much abuse I can take. A simple wedding to edit has become me sitting at my desktop, rendering a handful of clips at a time, then rebooting the program before it crashes, and then doing it again and again. ARGH. It's not important to anyone else, really. It's just what's bugging me.
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So the other day I was driving my mom to the doctors when I noticed my wedding ring was gone. I went home, looked in sinks and then told my wife that it was missing. It had popped off a few times before, but not often enough for me to worry about it. But since I had no idea where or when I lost the ring, it was tough to even get started looking for it. My wife said to just wait a few weeks and see what happens. And sure enough, my Mom was putting Zoe in the car yesterday and she saw it on the floor of the car. I dunno, I wasn't thinking too much about the significance of it being that the ring was just an inexpensive one we picked up, and I think I was always hoping that one day I was in a position to upgrade our rings to something fancier. But my Mom said that you only have one wedding ring, and she was right. I'm glad it's back on my finger. It was feeling a bit weird without one. But you know, when it was still missing, you couldn't even see the identation that a wedding ring usually causes on a finger. That's how loose the ring was. If I shake my left hand hard enough, it would probably fly off and blind a nun. Because I'm just surrounded by nuns constantly.
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Potty training for Alex is kicking our asses. Boy doesn't really care for it, doesn't matter that he's just wearing diapers and pants, he just goes. Sigh. We implemented a new strategy today - we converted the whole house into a big bathtub with multiple drains.
No, we just took a different approach to it. We told him that if he peed or pooped in his pants, he'd have to take off his pants himself, wipe his own bottom, then wash his hands. Boy, he isn't happy with any of that. But after being so stubborn for so long, and treating potty time as a prolonged joke, it's time for him to understand the core reason why he needs to go to the potty. Not to appease us or to amuse us, but because of a practical reason - to avoid being messy. Hasn't really gone anywhere with this yet, and I don't know if the message is coming through, but our laundry sure has piled up.
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Working on my website - not this one of course, but one that encompasses all my creative work from years ago. I actually already have one for my production company, but since it's not a certified production company (and I think it's actually taken since then) and no one can steal my name, I just thought I'd stick it all under my website.
It's interesting to go back and look at some of the materials from my work - I had forgotten about some of the production photos and the stupid ass storyboards I drew - but it makes me really miss the process. And now I'm not even sure when I'll be able to get working on another project. I dunno, it's still under tons of construction, but if you're interested to look at it, it's under my name. I'm egotastic like that.
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After using my yahoo for so long, I decided to try iGoogle for my "personalized" web hub, further enpowering the company to someday own my everloving soul. It's not bad, updates are a bit more frequent than yahoo, and since I use gmail, it certainly is more useful to glance how unpopular I really am. It's got some cool "gadgets" that you can even personalize - for instance, you can create a photo gadget from your own photos so that someone else who uses iGoogle who is stalking you can see your photos everyday. Or your RSS feed.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Ugh.
Haven't written in a while because there's been quite a bit going on. Today for instance, I was pretty much off my feet because I was sick. Again. Bit of a fever, bit of fatigue, and slept through most of the day. Just not feeling all that great. On top of that, there's been extra work because weddings are just popping up left and right.
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I met a friend yesterday that I haven't seen in like 12 years, since we both graduated from high school. These days she's busy with her two boys, and just being a stay at home mother. She picked up the conversation pretty easily, and I realized how incredibly rusty my Cantonese was. She didn't speak to me that much in Cantonese, but when she talked to her son I couldn't understand most of it. Yeah, when I can't words to a 4 year old, that probably means I need a bit of help.
But throughout the conversation, I just got that feeling that I was behind in life. Not really got a career going, not really pulling in money to support the family. It was a bit sad. She told me that I looked the same, except for my facial hair, which she didn't like all that much. I guess I'm not catching any breaks from the Asian community. We had to leave after about 2 hours because the kids hadn't eaten lunch, but it was a good meeting.
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I had a stroke of bummer luck for a bit, just getting overwhelmed with work and then having not very good nights with the kids. Allergy season's kicking off so there's been some times whereby I'm either knocked out by the medication which gives me a serious fatigue problem, or I'm sneezing my head off.
But the other night, oddly enough after office hours, I got an email from Apple asking me if I wanted to go to a job seminar. I had applied months before, so it was a little surprising hearing about it. Did some homework about it, and I'm still far away from an actual job offer, so I'm not going to jinx it. The seminar isn't till the end of the month, and details are still non-existant. But I'm pretty excited.
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We watched "Night at the Museum" with the kids tonight, and Alex really enjoyed the dinosaur. Zoe got a little bored and she was climbing all over the couch. The kids were up a bit later than usual, but I think they really enjoyed the movie.
Okay, I'm not as clear minded as I thought I was.
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I met a friend yesterday that I haven't seen in like 12 years, since we both graduated from high school. These days she's busy with her two boys, and just being a stay at home mother. She picked up the conversation pretty easily, and I realized how incredibly rusty my Cantonese was. She didn't speak to me that much in Cantonese, but when she talked to her son I couldn't understand most of it. Yeah, when I can't words to a 4 year old, that probably means I need a bit of help.
But throughout the conversation, I just got that feeling that I was behind in life. Not really got a career going, not really pulling in money to support the family. It was a bit sad. She told me that I looked the same, except for my facial hair, which she didn't like all that much. I guess I'm not catching any breaks from the Asian community. We had to leave after about 2 hours because the kids hadn't eaten lunch, but it was a good meeting.
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I had a stroke of bummer luck for a bit, just getting overwhelmed with work and then having not very good nights with the kids. Allergy season's kicking off so there's been some times whereby I'm either knocked out by the medication which gives me a serious fatigue problem, or I'm sneezing my head off.
But the other night, oddly enough after office hours, I got an email from Apple asking me if I wanted to go to a job seminar. I had applied months before, so it was a little surprising hearing about it. Did some homework about it, and I'm still far away from an actual job offer, so I'm not going to jinx it. The seminar isn't till the end of the month, and details are still non-existant. But I'm pretty excited.
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We watched "Night at the Museum" with the kids tonight, and Alex really enjoyed the dinosaur. Zoe got a little bored and she was climbing all over the couch. The kids were up a bit later than usual, but I think they really enjoyed the movie.
Okay, I'm not as clear minded as I thought I was.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Rojak
Yesterday Zoe managed to wrestle my Call of Duty disc out of a sleeve and she proceeded to show it to me. I got a little carried away because she knows she's not supposed to touch the stuff, so I gave her a light tap and she started to bawl. I picked her up, apologized, and she said to me, "You spanked my little bottom! You spanked my little bottom!"
So there you have it. She two and she likes to insist that she has a small butt.
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Alex has been in underwear all day today, and even though he hasn't really gone potty, he's pretty happy about his Power Rangers underwear. He put on his shark undies and he went to show Zoe, lifting up his shirt and thrusting his pelvis in her face. And she leaned in looked at the sharks and went, "Wow." And my head imploded at the comedic potential of the situation.
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Some Chinese kid at Clements High School in Texas was arrested and got his shit gone through because this Senior had created a map for his high school for the game, Counterstrike, which is evidently like one of those Tom Clancy/Socom military games. Well, the police arrested the poor guy (though I don't think charges were made), went through his room and found a few decorative swords, which weren't sharpened, but somehow implied that he might be susceptible to violence. They also confiscated the guy's hammer, which could be used as a weapon. He was forced to delete the map and will still graduate, even though he will not be able to walk in the ceremony.
And one has to wonder if the whole thing might have gone down differently if he wasn't Asian.
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My whiskers do take a little getting used to. Exhaling suddenly has become a self-concious act, because I can feel the hairs swaying in my nasal breeze. If I wash my face, the droplets will pool around my chin and linger there. When I blow my nose - well, it takes me to the washing my face bit. Somethings when I look down while I'm chewing my food, it feels like someone stuck a bristly brush on my upper lip.
But now I'm afraid of shaving because I might lose my balance.
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"Gun" is a 2005 PS2 game that I've rented before, and I've rented it again because I've been craving it a bunch. And sure enough I'm enjoying it this time round again because of it's cinematic feel and of course, gore. Blowing off limbs with an elephant rifle and riding in the plains on a horse with a western orchestra - that's my duality. But man, I really enjoy that game because it just takes you somewhere else. Just a ton of fun. I may end up buying it sometime down the line, just because it's infinitely fun for me to go through the paces.
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This Flickr Photoset is disturbing I think because it's an attraction, either to instill virtues in the Buddhist faith in Singaporeans, or to scare the hell out of foreigners. I believe I've been there before when I was a kid, but either blocked out the hellish imagery or maybe it wasn't built yet. Seeing the photos are sorta weird because in the States, that would be considered tasteless and probably taken down as soon as it's put up. It's worth a look nonetheless, though I don't think it's safe for children. Unless you want to scare the bejesus out of them.
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The kids have picked this up somewhere - either they misheard it, or it's some satanic children's program that I don't know about that they've watched. Either way, it's pretty funny. Whenever there's a situation that's dire to them, or they get hurt or something, they will wail:
Duuuuuuuuuuunes! It Duuuuuuuuuuunes!
I have no idea if they're wailing "Dunes" or "Dooms", but they are distressed when they mention it. Of course, while they're in their moment of agony, I'm usually laughing thinking about sand dunes.
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Sweet Factory is evil. I bought a bit of candy for the kids and it was 10 frickin' bucks. C'mon, man. Processed freaking sugar, it is. My toffee sucked too, it was like a bit of chocolate with stale nuts stuck to a slab of tasteless marble. Except it wasn't crunchy marble, it was more like soft bone. I couldn't even finish it, I just had to toss it. I might bury the other two under a neighbor's plant or something.
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Speaking of neighbors, we went out on a bike ride just now, and I heard alarms. Well, we went down the street and this elderly lady had her door open, and she told us that she couldn't reach the smoke detectors. She was cooking something without the fans on, and the alarms were just wailing the hell out. Anyway, I asked her if she needed help, and then I went and disconnected two of her alarms, using her stepstool. At one point, I wasn't sure if it was still going, so like a unemployed amateur clown I heard it to my ear, and deafened myself in the left ear. It's still ringing a bit, like someone stuck a chopstick in my ear.
Then we went toward the trail, and I made too sharp of a turn, and because Alex is in a child seat on my bike, the weight from behind pulled the bike on its side, and I almost dropped my son on the side of his head. Fortunately, the bone structure in my right hand contorted and deformed to hold the weight on my bike and my boy, and he recovered from the 45 degree angle and was unhurt. My hand's okay right now, but I imagine there's some permanent damage.
"You think you've got it hard, son? You want me to tell you the story of how I got this hook of a hand again?"
Gotta go. Bedtime for kids.
So there you have it. She two and she likes to insist that she has a small butt.
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Alex has been in underwear all day today, and even though he hasn't really gone potty, he's pretty happy about his Power Rangers underwear. He put on his shark undies and he went to show Zoe, lifting up his shirt and thrusting his pelvis in her face. And she leaned in looked at the sharks and went, "Wow." And my head imploded at the comedic potential of the situation.
----
Some Chinese kid at Clements High School in Texas was arrested and got his shit gone through because this Senior had created a map for his high school for the game, Counterstrike, which is evidently like one of those Tom Clancy/Socom military games. Well, the police arrested the poor guy (though I don't think charges were made), went through his room and found a few decorative swords, which weren't sharpened, but somehow implied that he might be susceptible to violence. They also confiscated the guy's hammer, which could be used as a weapon. He was forced to delete the map and will still graduate, even though he will not be able to walk in the ceremony.
And one has to wonder if the whole thing might have gone down differently if he wasn't Asian.
----
My whiskers do take a little getting used to. Exhaling suddenly has become a self-concious act, because I can feel the hairs swaying in my nasal breeze. If I wash my face, the droplets will pool around my chin and linger there. When I blow my nose - well, it takes me to the washing my face bit. Somethings when I look down while I'm chewing my food, it feels like someone stuck a bristly brush on my upper lip.
But now I'm afraid of shaving because I might lose my balance.
----
"Gun" is a 2005 PS2 game that I've rented before, and I've rented it again because I've been craving it a bunch. And sure enough I'm enjoying it this time round again because of it's cinematic feel and of course, gore. Blowing off limbs with an elephant rifle and riding in the plains on a horse with a western orchestra - that's my duality. But man, I really enjoy that game because it just takes you somewhere else. Just a ton of fun. I may end up buying it sometime down the line, just because it's infinitely fun for me to go through the paces.
----
This Flickr Photoset is disturbing I think because it's an attraction, either to instill virtues in the Buddhist faith in Singaporeans, or to scare the hell out of foreigners. I believe I've been there before when I was a kid, but either blocked out the hellish imagery or maybe it wasn't built yet. Seeing the photos are sorta weird because in the States, that would be considered tasteless and probably taken down as soon as it's put up. It's worth a look nonetheless, though I don't think it's safe for children. Unless you want to scare the bejesus out of them.
----
The kids have picked this up somewhere - either they misheard it, or it's some satanic children's program that I don't know about that they've watched. Either way, it's pretty funny. Whenever there's a situation that's dire to them, or they get hurt or something, they will wail:
Duuuuuuuuuuunes! It Duuuuuuuuuuunes!
I have no idea if they're wailing "Dunes" or "Dooms", but they are distressed when they mention it. Of course, while they're in their moment of agony, I'm usually laughing thinking about sand dunes.
----
Sweet Factory is evil. I bought a bit of candy for the kids and it was 10 frickin' bucks. C'mon, man. Processed freaking sugar, it is. My toffee sucked too, it was like a bit of chocolate with stale nuts stuck to a slab of tasteless marble. Except it wasn't crunchy marble, it was more like soft bone. I couldn't even finish it, I just had to toss it. I might bury the other two under a neighbor's plant or something.
----
Speaking of neighbors, we went out on a bike ride just now, and I heard alarms. Well, we went down the street and this elderly lady had her door open, and she told us that she couldn't reach the smoke detectors. She was cooking something without the fans on, and the alarms were just wailing the hell out. Anyway, I asked her if she needed help, and then I went and disconnected two of her alarms, using her stepstool. At one point, I wasn't sure if it was still going, so like a unemployed amateur clown I heard it to my ear, and deafened myself in the left ear. It's still ringing a bit, like someone stuck a chopstick in my ear.
Then we went toward the trail, and I made too sharp of a turn, and because Alex is in a child seat on my bike, the weight from behind pulled the bike on its side, and I almost dropped my son on the side of his head. Fortunately, the bone structure in my right hand contorted and deformed to hold the weight on my bike and my boy, and he recovered from the 45 degree angle and was unhurt. My hand's okay right now, but I imagine there's some permanent damage.
"You think you've got it hard, son? You want me to tell you the story of how I got this hook of a hand again?"
Gotta go. Bedtime for kids.
Cold, Lost, and Waiting
Boy, that sounds so sad.
So I'm sick as a dog, although I myself have never met any sick dogs. What is up with that phrase? Why not sick as a leper? But yeah, I'm oozing all kinds of thick yellow goodness and I've got this constant headache that only goes away when I play with myself. Ha ha. Cheap attempt at juvenile comedy there.
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I don't think any of my friends watch "Lost", but I do and I don't have much else to talk about, so here it is. My theory about Lost. I think this is the second last season - they met a while ago to plan out the rest of the show, and I believe that next year will be its last. Along with the lower than desired ratings, and the quickly evolving plotlines, I don't think they're going to try to stretch it out.
A popular theory about Lost is that it's redemption, and that it's hell. Recently, the past two episodes have given them outside insight that it is hell, and that everyone on that plane is dead. It's been thrown out there that it's a parallel timeline or universe, but I don't think that's plausible, only because it's never really been hinted before. At least not blantantly. My theory is that everyone is indeed alive, and are actually part of the Dharma Initiative. They signed on to resolve the big conflicts in their lives, and all voluntarily underwent something that puts them in a controlled mind state. I don't know, I'm taking "The Village" route, whereby a group of individuals have put themselves in a situation so that they could try to solve their issues. But I'm still curious as to how the series will wrap up. A lot of the characters are starting to resolve their haunted past, so that's why I'm thinking what I'm thinking.
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Although this isn't in the title, but I'm really looking forward to the rest of Studio 60 coming back and finishing up the rest of the first season. It'll only be four episodes, and the likelihood of a second season is very slim. But it'll be nice to have the closure. Too bad the series cost so much to produce. Otherwise it might have stood a chance.
Another show has caught my eye, and so far I've managed to miss most of it during broadcast. I've caught the rest either on iTunes or NBC.com, and that is "Raines". I've always like Jeff Goldblum - he is just a little off, a little ticky, a little weird, which makes him interesting to watch. But the show is great. I would suggest watching them in order - the last episode for the season was more procedural and less about Raines. But the first two so far has been surprisingly heart-wrenching - Usually on crime shows and police shows, it's all about how the cops and CSI solve the murders, and how smart and cool those cops are. The victims and their mourning families are usually cannon fodder - story devices that give our main characters something to do. Raines manages to incorporate the victims into the story, along with the people who are affected by the deaths, in a non-flashy, non-spiritual way. These aren't ghosts - they are pure figments of his imagination. The interesting thing about Raines is that he is quite damaged from the get-go, and he only seems to be getting slightly worse because people around him are questioning his constant conversations with himself.
I hope that it returns for the next season, because we need shows that are more like that. And something that I'm trying to explore. That after so many cop shows and lores about justice, we forget about the victims and focus entirely too much on the heroes.
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My weddings are in a bit of a slum. I'm waiting for a reply from one so I can finish up their wedding, and really mad at the next one I'm starting because it's got so many camera dropouts that I can't even import the friggin' footage onto the computer. Sigh.
So I'm sick as a dog, although I myself have never met any sick dogs. What is up with that phrase? Why not sick as a leper? But yeah, I'm oozing all kinds of thick yellow goodness and I've got this constant headache that only goes away when I play with myself. Ha ha. Cheap attempt at juvenile comedy there.
----
I don't think any of my friends watch "Lost", but I do and I don't have much else to talk about, so here it is. My theory about Lost. I think this is the second last season - they met a while ago to plan out the rest of the show, and I believe that next year will be its last. Along with the lower than desired ratings, and the quickly evolving plotlines, I don't think they're going to try to stretch it out.
A popular theory about Lost is that it's redemption, and that it's hell. Recently, the past two episodes have given them outside insight that it is hell, and that everyone on that plane is dead. It's been thrown out there that it's a parallel timeline or universe, but I don't think that's plausible, only because it's never really been hinted before. At least not blantantly. My theory is that everyone is indeed alive, and are actually part of the Dharma Initiative. They signed on to resolve the big conflicts in their lives, and all voluntarily underwent something that puts them in a controlled mind state. I don't know, I'm taking "The Village" route, whereby a group of individuals have put themselves in a situation so that they could try to solve their issues. But I'm still curious as to how the series will wrap up. A lot of the characters are starting to resolve their haunted past, so that's why I'm thinking what I'm thinking.
-----
Although this isn't in the title, but I'm really looking forward to the rest of Studio 60 coming back and finishing up the rest of the first season. It'll only be four episodes, and the likelihood of a second season is very slim. But it'll be nice to have the closure. Too bad the series cost so much to produce. Otherwise it might have stood a chance.
Another show has caught my eye, and so far I've managed to miss most of it during broadcast. I've caught the rest either on iTunes or NBC.com, and that is "Raines". I've always like Jeff Goldblum - he is just a little off, a little ticky, a little weird, which makes him interesting to watch. But the show is great. I would suggest watching them in order - the last episode for the season was more procedural and less about Raines. But the first two so far has been surprisingly heart-wrenching - Usually on crime shows and police shows, it's all about how the cops and CSI solve the murders, and how smart and cool those cops are. The victims and their mourning families are usually cannon fodder - story devices that give our main characters something to do. Raines manages to incorporate the victims into the story, along with the people who are affected by the deaths, in a non-flashy, non-spiritual way. These aren't ghosts - they are pure figments of his imagination. The interesting thing about Raines is that he is quite damaged from the get-go, and he only seems to be getting slightly worse because people around him are questioning his constant conversations with himself.
I hope that it returns for the next season, because we need shows that are more like that. And something that I'm trying to explore. That after so many cop shows and lores about justice, we forget about the victims and focus entirely too much on the heroes.
----
My weddings are in a bit of a slum. I'm waiting for a reply from one so I can finish up their wedding, and really mad at the next one I'm starting because it's got so many camera dropouts that I can't even import the friggin' footage onto the computer. Sigh.
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