i had lunch in my cube (on a non-basketball occasion) for the first time in a very long time. the food? mcdonald's, which i haven't had since i was in taiwan last summer. i got a filet o' fish and a big mac. both were very good, especially the filet, which was rife with yummy creamy tartar sauce. that shit is good. when i was homesick during my six months in japan, i would go to mcd's and order a filet. since japanese people don't eat that stuff, they would have to make it fresh, and it came out steaming hot. *pats his belly*
i had dinner with jay and margaret at gombei (in downtown SJ japantown) last night. they felt guilty about their dog biting me, so they got me several pairs of puma socks. hehe. one of those pairs is baby blue! i wonder when i'll get a chance to wear them.
one of my pet peeves is when people pluralize a name that's not supposed to be. this usually happens when people refer to a restaurant, i.e. "nola's" instead of "nola," "gombei's" instead of "gombei." oh, and i'm pretty sure it's "99 ranch" instead of "ranch 99." yeah, i know it's a small and trivial thing to get up in a tizzy about, but i can't help it.
so i was e-mailing a friend, and she said that some actors in gay porn are actually straight men. !! that had never occurred to me! wow, i wonder if that's tough to do. i mean, i am not attracted to men at all, so i doubt i could pop a boner in the first place, let alone have sex with a man. apparently, she said the money is better in gay porn. but yeah, it would be hard. it's not like lesbian porn, where all you have to do is lick vadges and pinch nipples and insert dildos and stuff, and it doesn't matter if you're wet and sexually excited. for men, you have to get hard, and it's a totally *visible* attribute! i know i couldn't do it, no matter how much i'm getting paid.
so american idol starts tonight. two hours of auditions. i can't say that i'm terribly excited or anything. but i will watch. OCD sucks. there go my tuesday and wednesday nights for the next several months. jay and margaret also said that there are some democratic presidential candidate debates going on at the same time, and i really want to see that as well, so i know have a better idea who i'm voting for come november.
so my friend J recommended me a young (20-year-old) nubile tennis player a while back. ana ivanovic. yeah, i think she's pretty cute. good face, nice body. she happened to be on ESPN2 last night, playing in the australian open. they showed her stats, and i was surprised to find out that she's 6'1". that's HOT! tall, pretty girls bowl me over and make me weak. (k1 was 5'10", and i totally dug that about her.) and what's even hotter is that she's good at tennis, too. she's ranked #3 in the world (although she's seed 4th), and she's actually won tournaments. btw, i think anna kournikova is a dog. nasty face. just gross.
it looks like i'll be making two trips to the airport (SFO and SJC) tomorrow. i'm getting up early and meeting my parents at SFO as they have a layover on their way back to taiwan from dallas. and then, i'm taking nelson to SJC after work. ah, airports. such places of hello's and goodbye's.
i'm starting to wonder if i should get a new car. little things are breaking. like, i'm having that idle problem. and now, the light behind my odometer has flickered out, as well as the light behind the needle of my tachometer. i mean, they're not essential or anything, but just slightly annoying. my car's only 8 years old.
so alan and jay and the gang are going to whistler in a few months. they've asked if i want to go, and i've said no. i mean, what am i going to do by myself when they're up on the mountain snowboarding? it would be nice to get away, and plus i've never been there before, but that alone time would probably make me very bored. hm. maybe i could go there for like 2 days or something, but would that justify the cost of the flight? *ponder*
lately, i've been getting up before my alarm goes off, maybe by 45 minutes or so. perhaps i'm sleeping too early? i had a dream this morning that i was playing the go game with my company in london. and at one point, i was eating a popsicle, and my elementary school friend pritam pulled a plug at the bottom, and my popsicle started falling to pieces on the ground. what a mean thing to do!
every morning, i wake up with a song stuck in my head. i'm going to try to document that. today's song was "mario's cafe" by saint etienne.
ok, it's past 6pm. gonna go home soon.