Hall of the Monkey King

have you ever had one of those awkward moments where you run into someone from your past. and then you realize you really didn't want to run into them. and then you realize that they realize that you never wanted to run into them? but it's too late because you've already entered into that "hey i recognize you" hug. my life is like that.

so...i'm not a culinary genius. let's get that right out in front. not a culinary genius . rooting through my fridge i noticed that i was pretty much out of food that didn't come in a cardboard box or can. so i decided to grab what leftovers were around and dropped them all in a pot and let it stew. so a little dab of cooking oil, some curry (yellow and red), bits of chicken, a potato, a good bit of onion, some coconut milk, string beans, a small rock of sugar, some bay leaves and a pinch of tumeric. yep, a masterpiece it was not. edible, not like my first turn at sweet and sour pork which had to be taken out back stomped on, cursed at, set afire and buried. i lost years of my life on that outing. this time it was just a little too sweet (next time a pebble of sugar) and should have been a bit spicier. also it was missing something, but i don't know what yet. if you figure it out, let me know. here's a weird video (sorry kris) , star trek meets nin and uh.... t

i just had the most grueling conversation ever....wait let me make that bold and enlarge it to emphasize my point... EVER . it seems my purchase of the Indiana Jones boxed set entitled me to a free subscription to Entertainment Weekly. once upon a time, it was mediocre, and amidst this mediocrity i began making actual payments for this small modicum of pleasure and insight into the entertainment industry. sometime during the last year, they must have gone through some sort of staffing shifts or editors may have been shot, i dunno. this mediocresque pamphlet sunk into the category of trash. that's right, i can't even wipe my ass with it because of it's glossy coated paper. if i was interested in American Idol, Desperate Housewives or any sort of cheap celebrity gossip with an almost good facimile of snarkiness it might be worth my time to actually glance through it. but....i'm not. so it has now gotten to the point where i've actually grabbed the thing out of my m

yesterday, i saw things i'd never once considered before. on the way home from work i came across a car, of the SUV variety parked......on another SUV. or rather parked in the 2 ft of space between SUV number 2 and the median. also, instead of fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror of a passing car i saw a stethoscope. how original, how fancy, how absurd.

this is what i say. brace yourself, click this > link < , play the clip. make sure your volume is on. what was that? bigwig? fiver? thank you i found this curtesy of the Dooce . now give me money.

what a long and crappy day. that's right. long. and crappy. but then wait...what's this? what did the Amazon fairy leave under my pillow? why it's The Tick vs Season One, and Arrested Development Season 3 and Cemetery Man. woohoo!!