Got the Mojo Risin'So I decided to take on the culinary task that is souffle, and the night i chose to do this is in the middle of of a windstorm, so at one point right before i made the egg white foam (the point of no return, once the white are beaten you have a finite time to get this all together) the lights flicker a couple times. I forged ahead with a brazen attitude of someone who didn't give a shit, and all came together perfectly. It was a simple cheese souffle, but it was buttery, rich, fluffy and just generally friggin great. I couldn't resist taking a photo of my souffle after it cooled to eating temperature and thus and return to non-obscene proportions, but coming out of the oven this one in particular had a 1 1/2 inch top hat on it that was beautiful, the others for the rest of the family kind of shifted to the side a bit and just mushroomed over, but everyone raved on the flavor.
We just had some english muffins on the side, something to cut the rich flavor of this dish, next time I may try my hand at a chocolate one. I think i will make this as a surprise for Christmas morning breakfast for the family, its a little time consuming but pretty easy.
So I haven't written here in a while, but I just decided to out of the blue. I called out of work a couple days with a back issue, I'm starting to have old guy problems. People don't believe me when i tell them i feel old, obviously I feel old now. Its not really an injury, its more of a big knot that stress just made worse. I was in a hurry at work and the muscle, which already felt tight for no good reason, started to spasm and cause more pain than a 24 year old's back should. I'll be fine though, its not really serious at all, just unpleasant. I can deal with unpleasant, its my milieu.
In other news, I was trying remember a term I had heard in some show i saw on TV a few years back. The problem was, all the stuff i remembered about the show, the event the show was about, and the term used therein were difficult to articulate into something a search engine could return anything meaningful for. After a while of plugging various things into the Google, i came across a story about the event, which after a little more internetting, got me the blasted show i had seen a few years ago, entitled "Kill Me If You Can." I watched the whole thing, partially because i remembered it as better than it was, and partially so i could get this little phrase a lawyer says in it. I get to the part, and since its french i have to Google it for the proper spelling, and find out its also the name of a god damned Fall Out Boy Album. Yes, the phrase i was trying to think of for a couple hours, and had previously tried to remember off and on for a few years now, is "Folie àDeux," which now makes it significantly less freaking cool. It was akin to being curious about Sasquatch for a little while, deciding one day to find Sasquatch, doing so, and finding out he's actually a dude who stands next to a used car dealership holding signs and pretending he is actually in a gorilla suit. The journey and end were actually quite unremarkable, but i've included the whole debacle here for your bemusement as well.
So I haven't written here in a while, but I just decided to out of the blue. I called out of work a couple days with a back issue, I'm starting to have old guy problems. People don't believe me when i tell them i feel old, obviously I feel old now. Its not really an injury, its more of a big knot that stress just made worse. I was in a hurry at work and the muscle, which already felt tight for no good reason, started to spasm and cause more pain than a 24 year old's back should. I'll be fine though, its not really serious at all, just unpleasant. I can deal with unpleasant, its my milieu.
In other news, I was trying remember a term I had heard in some show i saw on TV a few years back. The problem was, all the stuff i remembered about the show, the event the show was about, and the term used therein were difficult to articulate into something a search engine could return anything meaningful for. After a while of plugging various things into the Google, i came across a story about the event, which after a little more internetting, got me the blasted show i had seen a few years ago, entitled "Kill Me If You Can." I watched the whole thing, partially because i remembered it as better than it was, and partially so i could get this little phrase a lawyer says in it. I get to the part, and since its french i have to Google it for the proper spelling, and find out its also the name of a god damned Fall Out Boy Album. Yes, the phrase i was trying to think of for a couple hours, and had previously tried to remember off and on for a few years now, is "Folie àDeux," which now makes it significantly less freaking cool. It was akin to being curious about Sasquatch for a little while, deciding one day to find Sasquatch, doing so, and finding out he's actually a dude who stands next to a used car dealership holding signs and pretending he is actually in a gorilla suit. The journey and end were actually quite unremarkable, but i've included the whole debacle here for your bemusement as well.
I can't believe how bad i feel right nowMy mom got a call from one of my uncles...he accidently backed his car into my aunt and pinned her against a wall, and she didn't make it. My mom is devistated, my poor uncle is beyond that. I don't know what to do, i can't afford to send my mom to Alaska again, I'm worried about my poor uncle. He's torn up, she was everything to him and now he feels all kinds of guilt and he's scared. I don't know what to do, I just....my mom...she can't control herself.
Today was kind of a cool day, all things considered. Left work at noon and caught the 1 o'clock showing of Zack and Miri Make a Porno. The funny thing about that movie is that my friend dre was kind of doubtful of it. Last time i tried convincing him a movie was worth his while was Knocked Up, and he accepted the subsequent "in your face"ing he recieved for it. This time he said the preview didn't show anything that impressed him and didn't seem to have any thing to offer. My refute was that A) it barely managed an R rating, and originally got an NC-17, so the funnies would be too strong for previews, and 2: If you've got a movie done by people you trust to deliver (a slew of Appatow actors and a few View Askewniverse holdovers in a Kevin Smith film), its better to go in cold and get the laughs clean the first time through. Again he was wrong, and this time begrudgingly accepted that he should just fucking listen to me on this shit.
So our party (consisting of the aforementioned and my two brothers) was to go to a comedy show at 8 in Seattle, so we had plenty of time to kill. We went to the B&I, which was a really cool circus themed mini mall back in the day that has been turned into a low rent place for mostly migrant entrepreneurs to sell secondhand, cheap, imitation, or otherwise shady wares and services. The shops were shit (though i saw a virtual boy, i might buy it) and the whole place smelled funny, but the arcade is actually kind of cool. You see, as a child, i remember spending days there when my dad had a shop. It was poorly run as he has no selling skills and he blew a ton of money we didn't have to blow on it, but I was able to spend time at the arcade playing sometimes for free. The machines have rarely been swapped out, and many are the exact same machines i played when i was 8. It lamed itself through to the otherside and is now retro and fucking sweet. Dre and I may have a new haunt for a few excursions, a quarter a game for a trip to a simpler time is so fucking worth it.
The comedy show was not expected to be one of the top ones i've been to, and the expectation held true. Saw Brian Posehn and Judah Freidlander up at the Moore in Seattle. Posehn rocked the house on his set, he brought his A stuff and though the crowd was small, the laughs were large. Sadly he went first after the opener, and Friedlander dropped the ball. Its not to say Judah wasn't funny, but he is mostly an improv guy and while he came up with some good stuff, his jokes got derivative and sort of dragged on too long. He would ask a question, get answers yelled back and work off that, which can be good or bad. He asked who quit reading, and i was the only one that yelled, so he called me a winner. I don't think thats good for picking up chicks, but I need to take any wins i get. After the show, We talked a few moments to Posehn, and one of his jokes was that he looks like a bunch of farts wearing a man suit. Its pretty well an apt description if you've seen him, and my brother asked to get a picture next to the pile of farts, and I called Brian a fart elemental, which actually caused him to break his standard picture pose and laugh, then decree his approval of the tag. Its a pretty good deal when you make funnymen laugh i think, it does wonders for self esteem.
So....yeah, i just don't do much with this anymore, even though it's a homepage tab when i open firefox. Life's been...well, life. I'd venture to say its not a good one but its all i got. Lately, I've been worse for the wear. As I approach my annual farce that is supposed celebration of my birth, i don't feel older as much as i feel old. Particularly old, in fact
Case in point: I have always been a sound sleeper. Thats an understatement, i can sleep through almost anything in the dead of the night, or whenever i happen to sleep. Sleep is one of the things i am traditionally good at. Recently, however, I've been waking up in the middle of the night very abruptly by seemingly choking on stomach acid. It has never happened in the entirety of my life until a couple weeks ago, and now it seems to happen every couple of days. Its ravaging my sleep schedule and unnerving me. I always have trouble getting back to sleep, and now i just start to wonder how much i should be worried about this. Sort of a self fulfilling prophecy, but I'm just not sure how to handle shit that does make sense to me right now, let alone the shit that escapes me.
Allright, so it's been a long time since i have been around here for much of anything. First of all, since I work at Toys R Us, I pretty much do nothing but work between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Second, the little niece and nephew were up from Mexico between July and Thanksgiving, so I barely touched a computer then either, I'm pretty much long overdue.
The fact that this has become somewhat of a barren wasteland of a profile, it makes me smile a bit, but I really felt I had to come back, it's like an abusive, ugly girlfriend that buys you really cool presents. I mean, it's weird because I know I wrote almost this same journal last year, same time or so. But still, it;s just some way to cleanse something deep in my that is probably pretty dirty.
So Christmas has come and gone, and it is time to recount one's haul I suppose. The first and foremost gift I recieved was one I cannot use: a Fender Starcaster. Not a nice instrument by any means, it is good for what I do with it though, I learn. I have no idea what I am doing yet, with all of less than a week of practice, I can do like, 5 chords maybe if I think about them. At one time, I envision being able to play the most rudimentary punk songs with a near facsimile of what it might sound like if you played with with two fingers.
Other booty included a sweet Seahawks hoody (or as my mom says, a sweaty), Time Crisis 4 and Resistance: Fall of Man, and an autographed copy of an album by Seahawks DT and longtime favorite of mine: One Craig Terill.
El Terrible, as folks in the know (who number at about five at the moment) refer to him, is a reserve player at probably the second least glamorous position on the field. He's not great by any means, sort of ranges between solid and servicable, he'll get you through. But his fame in my household goes back to my days of NFL 2k5, featuring a 6th round pick out of Purdue who was rated as the single worse player on the Seahawks roster: Craig Terill. Never touched the field in my game, until a plague of injury sweapt through my D-Line and left me with a Linebacker playing one end slot, and El Terrible starting on the inside. I expected nothing but a hole in my team, but was greeted with Terill playing better than any other i had started, and leading my team in sacks despite only playing in 7 games.
It may be silly to recount a near mythological tale of cyber-heroics, but I tell you, it was miraculous. I think everyone has a few great moments in gaming that they, and those around to witness it, tell at social nerd gatherings and the such as though they were tales of war. If you don't have that list, numbering no less than ten items, then you are no true gamer in my book. The tales of ninja rope escapades in worms 2, both tragic and great, are recounted at gatherings with my oldest friends almost on a schedule. Epic battles of Goldeneye set on License to Kill with no weapons are looked back upon at the tables of Jack in the Box like stories of conquering the British Isles' Coastline were once told in mead halls. For one of these heroic figures to exist, and make good music...well, It's like if Jimi Hendrix signed a copy of "Are You Experienced?" shortly after toppling the USSR.
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