i miss my google hits. all 200 of them. sure, i'd get sick of seeing "cameltoe" pop up so many times, but still, i liked the idea that the aggregate of my verbiage counted for some socially (and pervertedly) relevant search phrases. :)
has anyone out there been to masa's before? is the food worth the $100+ price tag? how is it, say, compared to charles nob hill or gary danko?
not much random thoughts milling about my head today.
although, there's a question i want to ask an ex of mine. one time, after a romp, post-coitus, she immediately asked about a friend of mine. i mean, it was IMMEDIATE, so soon after the orgasms that i was suspicious that she was thinking about *him* rather than me during the sex. hm. *peer*
it's amazing how you can deduce what a person is thinking about by following his train of thought. for example, one time, a parent was trying to keep a secret from the family of an impending family vacation, and during the conversation, she randomly started talking about cruises. a-ha! in the end, the family member admitted that the "secret" vacation was indeed a cruise.
stuff like that. although, more subtle.
i miss valmik.
and i also miss the cheesy garlic bread lumps at red lobster. there used to be one in palo alto, but they closed it down. *RAAR* and their crab alfredo fettucini was good, too. heart attack city!
and most of, i miss feeling normal. i.e. being with tourette's. i haven't had my tics be this bad in two and a half years. for a while there, i started thinking of myself as a "reformed" touretter! but no, it all came crashing down on me again. *sigh*
yesterday was a test of my willpower. especially considering that i went to club monaco for the first time in a long time. like i said, i only came away with a belt; which is good, because i was eyeing a sweatshirt and a few (expensive) buttondowns. yay for me! yay for restraint!
in the end, the guilt got to me. i just couldn't justify buying the shirts, however pretty they were. i guess they weren't pretty enough! or maybe i've just moved on from club monaco to ben sherman. hm. how frustrating, having a style that's constantly changing!
i need to slim down some more, though. i'm hovering in the upper 180's. oh, and by the way, i had greasy mongolian bbq today again. (just one bowl, though). i did see one guy at another table DRINKING the grease residue at the bottom of his bowl. ICK.
it's getting light around 7am these days. i'm sort of hoping that daylight savings will kick in (or out?) really soon, so it'll get light at 8am instead. i invariably wake up at the slightest hint of light, and that's sort of a nuisance. and the bonus is... once we spring forward, it'll stay light out well into the night! i love that.
funny thing today... two people asked me why i hadn't updated my weekend blurb yet. i had no idea people noticed my posting habits! and besides, my weekends are pretty boring usually, no?
i am human and i need to be loved
just like everybody else does
how easy is it to force affection? like, you meet somebody who is good on paper, so you try to like them?
i find it difficult.
but then again, there are plenty of arranged marriages in this world, right? and i'd like to think that those end up with at least a smidgeon of love, instead of two people "resigning" themselves to being together. so in those cases, the affection is sort of coerced, isn't it? and it ain't bad!
sorry, just batting around some ideas in my head, and they may not be coherent. i guess i'm sort of a first-impression kind of guy... very rarely have i ever liked someone after they fail to make a good impact on me upon first sight. and the ability of growing to like someone is something that i'm not sure i have within.
maybe i'm just a "sparky" kind of guy...
the problem with creating a highly optimized piece of code (which i ALWAYS do, hehe) is that it's hard to make modifications to it to accomodate for new features.
for example, i have this request engine that fetches data from the RAM which does what is needed to very quickly. now, the problem is, they want me to be able to fetch a similar descriptor from an alternate, internal cache as well. what the fuck, man. that's non-trivial!
sigh.
i don't mind making new designs. that's always a fun challenge. but it's making modifications to existing (and verified) code that's a pain in the ass.
so do you think this is a complete JINX? stanford being named espn (and cnnsi)'s pick for the eventual national champion?
i mean, it's flattering, but...
*KNOCKS ON WOOD REPEATEDLY*
i'll be "taking off" parts of this week to watch the tournament. on thursday, i'm most likely going to meet up with the yujster to watch our first round game.
and more importantly... i'm taking off the entire weekend. not making any real social plans. i'm going to rest my ticcy neck and just watch basketball the whole weekend long.
hehehe.
part of it is out of necessity. my tics have gotten to bad that i'm nearing a nervous breakdown phase. :( and there is nothing i can do to get out of that except stay home for an entire weekend. and what better weekend than the first found of the NCAA tournament?
so guess what? after a month of radio silence on my part, i sent k4 an e-mail a few weeks back, not really expecting any response.
well, she e-mailed back today.
not sure what this portends, but now i'm starting to remember how attractive she was.
DAMN IT!
:/
let's see here... friday night, i took off work early and headed up to millbrae to have dinner with mallory. we went to our usual pho place, but no beef for me! instead, i had a pork rice place. then i went home and caught the 2nd half of the stanford/oregon game.
saturday started out sort of frustratingly. i hung out with alan and jay and company for only 20 minutes at the rancho clarke's burger before i had to leave for spoon's to catch the stanford/washington game with yuji. but i had to jet after only fifteen minutes (i WOLFED down my mozarella sticks) to go home.
why? because at 4pm, byron picked me up, and we headed up to berkeley to try zachary's with three other cal people. i was surrounded by golden bears! i got a little bit of shit for going to their detested rival school, but it was in good fun. i'm glad. i was prepared for a lot worse.
zachary's was good. it didn't blow me away, though, but the spinach/mushroom pizza was pretty decent, better than the zachary's special, which didn't have enough flavor.
afterwards, i went home and just chilled out. i caught a 1998 episode of _iron chef_ which pitted ron siegel (of masa's and charles nob hill fame) against french iron chef sekai. ron won! i was so proud of him, being a san francisco chef and all. and one of his dishes was just like an amuse bouche that i had at charles nob hill: a soup in an eggshell on a bed of sea salt.
sunday, i caught the end of the maryland/duke ACC championship game (down down duke! boo!) in which maryland forced overtime and won. then i met up with cindy at queen house in castro. we chatted for and hour, and i went back home to catched the bracketology special on espn.
alan, ting and i went to valley fair to shop a bit (i bought an orange/silver fabric belt from club monaco), and then we met up with jay and margaret at cascal for some tapas. my food sucked, though, and it wasn't cheap, either. don't know if i'd go back.
and, of course, we watched _alias_.
and that was it!