It was a bad idea to fire him midseason.
Putting it here on record.
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Song Of The Moment: The Cynic Project - Start the Dance
Comment: None.
Ghost Cardigan
7 months ago
Friday, December 5, 2008
NH
Just putting the link here for future reference:
And, like anything, "use it in a sentence". (Yes, he used "pause" instead. That's professionalism.
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Song Of The Moment: Ludacris - One More Drink Feat. T-Pain
Comment: Theatre of the Mind. It's hot. Check out the video.
And, like anything, "use it in a sentence". (Yes, he used "pause" instead. That's professionalism.
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Song Of The Moment: Ludacris - One More Drink Feat. T-Pain
Comment: Theatre of the Mind. It's hot. Check out the video.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Quickies
Just some quick thoughts I had today:
1) Urinal etiquette. I don't understand though who have a wide stance. Their toes peek into my area. It makes me want to pee on their shoe.
There is clearly enough space as proven by my drawing above.
2) Bowl games. College bowl games: there are like 30 of them. They get some trophy. But... who's the best? All 30?
Basketball got it right with March Madness. It's time football did one too. I might actually watch!
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Song Of The Moment: Slim - So Fly
Comment: 112!
1) Urinal etiquette. I don't understand though who have a wide stance. Their toes peek into my area. It makes me want to pee on their shoe.
_______ | ________
| 1 | | | 2 |
------- | --------
There is clearly enough space as proven by my drawing above.
2) Bowl games. College bowl games: there are like 30 of them. They get some trophy. But... who's the best? All 30?
Basketball got it right with March Madness. It's time football did one too. I might actually watch!
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Song Of The Moment: Slim - So Fly
Comment: 112!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Happy Hour
From Urban Dictionary
1. happy hour
Where the worst selling and nastiest tasting alcoholic beverages are sold for half price to a bunch of alcoholics too drunk to notice.
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Happy hour. It's one of those things that is immediately interpreted as an alcoholic's activity. However, one could see it as the celebration of another hard day's work. 10 hours of hard work can be reflected upon with good company and good (well, decent) drinks.
The upside to happy hour: staying late at the office is not a detriment to your ego nor is it a reason to consider quitting. Instead, it's a chance to people "meet up".
The downside to happy hour: staying out late. Come home and it's time to go to bed.
The upside to happy hour: alcoholic drinks.
The downside to happy hour: alcoholic drinks.
The upside to happy hour: entertaining conversations with a bunch of people, some of whom you know and some you do not.
The downside to happy hour: conversation about work.
The upside to happy hour: being social.
The downside to happy hour: having to escape work to be social.
All in all, happy hour is that guilty pleasure. It's a time to boast that you spend way too much time at work in both positive and negative terms. It's a reward for putting in the hours that you do. It's an excuse to get a little more drinking in. It's the reason some bars are still able to operate.
Most important, it's awesome.
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Song Of The Moment: Robin Thicke - Complicated
Comment: Complicated.
1. happy hour
Where the worst selling and nastiest tasting alcoholic beverages are sold for half price to a bunch of alcoholics too drunk to notice.
---
Happy hour. It's one of those things that is immediately interpreted as an alcoholic's activity. However, one could see it as the celebration of another hard day's work. 10 hours of hard work can be reflected upon with good company and good (well, decent) drinks.
The upside to happy hour: staying late at the office is not a detriment to your ego nor is it a reason to consider quitting. Instead, it's a chance to people "meet up".
The downside to happy hour: staying out late. Come home and it's time to go to bed.
The upside to happy hour: alcoholic drinks.
The downside to happy hour: alcoholic drinks.
The upside to happy hour: entertaining conversations with a bunch of people, some of whom you know and some you do not.
The downside to happy hour: conversation about work.
The upside to happy hour: being social.
The downside to happy hour: having to escape work to be social.
All in all, happy hour is that guilty pleasure. It's a time to boast that you spend way too much time at work in both positive and negative terms. It's a reward for putting in the hours that you do. It's an excuse to get a little more drinking in. It's the reason some bars are still able to operate.
Most important, it's awesome.
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Song Of The Moment: Robin Thicke - Complicated
Comment: Complicated.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
In Love!
This post is to profess my newfound love. Oh, it was obvious to all that there was a strong attraction to begin with. I am ashamed to deny it now, but I resisted; resisted the temptation of your love, your protection, and your comforting touch.
You were there every morning to say hi. Wrap me up in a warm hug that, no matter what would happen on that day, let me know that everything would be okay. On days that I needed you more, you would always be there with a refill. It's like you never ran out!
As the days pass by and you let me do some weird stuff with you, I appreciate the flexibility that you exhibit. Your smell, so distinctive, would be enough to snap me out of any funk. With donuts, it's like a slam dunk. I love you, coffee.
(This was a terrible post. I just can't believe that I enjoy coffee so much; even when I am wide awake.)
PS to Jo: Shoes are awesome!
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Song Of The Moment: Mr. Cheeks - Crush On You Feat. Mario Winans
Comment: It was on the winamp.
Bonus!
Song Of The Moment: Raymond Lam (林峰) - 愛不疚.mp3
Comment: Sent to me. It's awesome. Canto-pop is fantastic
You were there every morning to say hi. Wrap me up in a warm hug that, no matter what would happen on that day, let me know that everything would be okay. On days that I needed you more, you would always be there with a refill. It's like you never ran out!
As the days pass by and you let me do some weird stuff with you, I appreciate the flexibility that you exhibit. Your smell, so distinctive, would be enough to snap me out of any funk. With donuts, it's like a slam dunk. I love you, coffee.
(This was a terrible post. I just can't believe that I enjoy coffee so much; even when I am wide awake.)
PS to Jo: Shoes are awesome!
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Song Of The Moment: Mr. Cheeks - Crush On You Feat. Mario Winans
Comment: It was on the winamp.
Bonus!
Song Of The Moment: Raymond Lam (林峰) - 愛不疚.mp3
Comment: Sent to me. It's awesome. Canto-pop is fantastic
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
November Thought Snippets
Two quickies.
One: earlier in the NBA season, I debated about NBA league pass. Last season, splitting it with Matt made more economical sense. On the last day, I ended up taking the plunge alone.
1.1) Getting every game is fantastic. There is nothing like kicking back and watching a bunch of games simultaneous AND back-to-back.
1.2) This would be easier to enjoy if the looming spectre of the CFA wasn't so large.
1.3) The Raptors are causing aneurysms in me.
Two: I don't understand old ladies and the bus. They clamour to get on the bus first. The nice thing is to let them on. But.... they get on, then they pay, and then they clog up the front of the bus?!?
Isn't the logical thing to let the people who are going to be in the back of the bus get on first. It's a natural flow. Instead, when the people at the end of the line get on, we are faced with a dilemma. Ahead are walkers, strollers, fat people, old people, frail people. Behind are people bumping you, angry that they had to wait. No one is pleasant and everyone from front to back is glaring. All the meanwhile, you are trying to get to the empty half of the bus.
Defies logic. I hate people.
Three: Very random. I just wanted to type.
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Song Of The Moment: Lil Wayne - Mr. Carter
Comment: This album is pretty insane.
One: earlier in the NBA season, I debated about NBA league pass. Last season, splitting it with Matt made more economical sense. On the last day, I ended up taking the plunge alone.
1.1) Getting every game is fantastic. There is nothing like kicking back and watching a bunch of games simultaneous AND back-to-back.
1.2) This would be easier to enjoy if the looming spectre of the CFA wasn't so large.
1.3) The Raptors are causing aneurysms in me.
Two: I don't understand old ladies and the bus. They clamour to get on the bus first. The nice thing is to let them on. But.... they get on, then they pay, and then they clog up the front of the bus?!?
Isn't the logical thing to let the people who are going to be in the back of the bus get on first. It's a natural flow. Instead, when the people at the end of the line get on, we are faced with a dilemma. Ahead are walkers, strollers, fat people, old people, frail people. Behind are people bumping you, angry that they had to wait. No one is pleasant and everyone from front to back is glaring. All the meanwhile, you are trying to get to the empty half of the bus.
Defies logic. I hate people.
Three: Very random. I just wanted to type.
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Song Of The Moment: Lil Wayne - Mr. Carter
Comment: This album is pretty insane.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Brontosaurus Ribs!
Man, the past week could not have been better.
The good stuff, I will not share. Instead I will talk about the steak.
First, the crowd: Mike Le's fateful return from abroad and his birthday necessitated a celebration of sorts. Hannah, Melissa, Melissa (not a typo), Ruthson, Matt, Michael and Eric made it out for dinner.
But more importantly, the steak. At Ben & Jack's (free plug). Funny thing, I've been talking about them as Ben & Jerry'; still have work ice cream on the brain.
So this steakhouse, looks all fancy in their front bar and everything. Go into the back and it feels like an old Italian restaurant. Fine. Moving along, we get seated and everything's cool.
Then everything is uncool. We open the winelist and it's depressingly overpriced. Fine, it's Mike's birthday, we'll compromise and get two bottles instead of three. (Last time we went all out at Bobby Flay's, we spent $90 a person). Wine comes, it's decent whatever. (Yes, getting to the steak).
There are a series of steak choice, striploin, prime rib, rib eye. The one that caught OUR eye: a 'Steak for 4'. Jay, Matt, Mike and myself were going to hit that so hard. We had visions of a brontosaurus rib. For posterity, we asked the waiter to NOT cut the meat so we could bask in its meatiness.
Waiter: "No no no, we do the cutting for you, you don't understand, we do it right."
Fine, this steak better be amazing. Precut meat is not something expected. Between the order and the arrival, a waiter comes and put a little sauce plate upside down on the table. Curious, we stare at it wondering (but not touching) the odd placement of this dish.
The arrival.
The meat comes and the dude says the plate is HOT. When he sat it down, it sizzled the table. It was two giant T-bones, all cut up. We get one of each side of the T (whatever they are). It was like 3/4 inches thick and cooked perfectly. Beautiful sear on the outside while maintaining this nice juicy interior.
Steak for 4. Perfect amount for 4 dudes. The rest of the night? We drank a ton at the Park. We all know how that story goes.
And the plate? It was used to tilt the steak dish so we could harvest the fat as sauce. The fat made the night all that much better.
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Song Of The Moment: The Rocker Summer - Colors
Comment: Should be spelled with a 'U'
The good stuff, I will not share. Instead I will talk about the steak.
First, the crowd: Mike Le's fateful return from abroad and his birthday necessitated a celebration of sorts. Hannah, Melissa, Melissa (not a typo), Ruthson, Matt, Michael and Eric made it out for dinner.
But more importantly, the steak. At Ben & Jack's (free plug). Funny thing, I've been talking about them as Ben & Jerry'; still have work ice cream on the brain.
So this steakhouse, looks all fancy in their front bar and everything. Go into the back and it feels like an old Italian restaurant. Fine. Moving along, we get seated and everything's cool.
Then everything is uncool. We open the winelist and it's depressingly overpriced. Fine, it's Mike's birthday, we'll compromise and get two bottles instead of three. (Last time we went all out at Bobby Flay's, we spent $90 a person). Wine comes, it's decent whatever. (Yes, getting to the steak).
There are a series of steak choice, striploin, prime rib, rib eye. The one that caught OUR eye: a 'Steak for 4'. Jay, Matt, Mike and myself were going to hit that so hard. We had visions of a brontosaurus rib. For posterity, we asked the waiter to NOT cut the meat so we could bask in its meatiness.
Waiter: "No no no, we do the cutting for you, you don't understand, we do it right."
Fine, this steak better be amazing. Precut meat is not something expected. Between the order and the arrival, a waiter comes and put a little sauce plate upside down on the table. Curious, we stare at it wondering (but not touching) the odd placement of this dish.
The arrival.
The meat comes and the dude says the plate is HOT. When he sat it down, it sizzled the table. It was two giant T-bones, all cut up. We get one of each side of the T (whatever they are). It was like 3/4 inches thick and cooked perfectly. Beautiful sear on the outside while maintaining this nice juicy interior.
Steak for 4. Perfect amount for 4 dudes. The rest of the night? We drank a ton at the Park. We all know how that story goes.
And the plate? It was used to tilt the steak dish so we could harvest the fat as sauce. The fat made the night all that much better.
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Song Of The Moment: The Rocker Summer - Colors
Comment: Should be spelled with a 'U'
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