hey peeps. it seems like i've been going to places to eat twice in succession, and it's going to happen again. like, last week, i went to la bamba two days in a row. then, i went to sonoma chicken coop twice in three days. and now, i'm slated to go to sneha (grand indian buffet) on friday and again early next week. hm. i can't say i like this trend, because i get sick of the food. i know, i can order different dishes and not get tired of the stuff, but it's going to be impossible with at the indian buffet. oh well.
i got a scare today. i was working with A on the AC testing (we got some good progress yesterday and today), and he told me to ask him about something later on. i was afraid that he was going to tell me he was resigning or something, and when he told me in a hushed voice, i swear that's what i thought he was going to tell me. but instead, it was just about lunch at sneha with an ex-coworker. *phew* we really need him, because he's the only overall verification engineer we have here.
after lunch today, i had my post-meal smoke, and then i went to the bathroom to take a dump. i went into the stall the same time as my coworker R. (he didn't see me, though.) when he sat down, he took a leak, and then i heard some pops coming out of his ass. and then, he flushed. twice. wow, two courtesy flushes? i bet he did it just to cover up some loud turd-making noises. i was sort of disappointed that he did that, because i was really curious to hear what kind of sounds his ass was making. (i have never done a courtesy flush before, and i proudly let my ass tear loose on some gas expulsions.)
i talked to three different people today about the mavs firing its coach, avery johnson. i was sort of on the lookout for this move, as the mavericks, a talented team, had been ousted in the playoffs in two straight first rounds. i think avery's a good coach, but he just couldn't the mavs over the hump (he's 23-24 in the playoffs). oh well. we'll see what the next coach can do, and more importantly, what a good training camp can do so jason kidd can gel better with the rest of the team. i still think that was a bad trade, but i'd be happy to see me get proven wrong.
does anybody know how the restaurant at hell's kitchen is designed? like, is there a soundproof glass wall between the dining room and the kitchen? it doesn't seem like the customers can hear all the screaming and cursing that goes on in there, yet the kitchen is in plain view. it would totally kill the mood if i heard gordon ramsay go off on all the contestants while i was trying to enjoy my meal. man, i wonder if it's that hectic during the meal services at other restaurants.
so i'm thinking about being an extra for the film that adam and rae are making. i have to wear a suit (single-breasted and dark are the requirements), and they're filming at hakone gardens in saratoga. i'm a little worried about my tics, but hopefully i can hold them in while they're filming. if they're going to do one long take, then i'm in trouble though. hm. anyways, i think it'll be fun. adam has used me before in some of his video projects, once for an anti-bush commercial, and once as a fat guy for a school assignment.
so my ESPP period ends tomorrow. i'm really wondering if i should sell immediately (as i have always done so in the past) or hold onto them and sell in Q3, as our stock trend has historically gone higher in that quarter. what to do, what to do... knowing when to sell is always the trick thing when it comes to stocks. there's always that greed factor, you know? i mean, i make an easy 15% if i sell right away, but i know i'll kick myself if our stock goes up later on in the year. damn you, hindsight!
i've got a lot of solid boogers. i must have an overactive nose. you'll often find me picking my nose, no matter where i am (even in meetings) or who i'm with (in front of my friends). i don't know what's with my body, but it just produces lots of junk, like these boogers (bloody ones included) and ear wax. when i was little, i had a lot of smegma, too. i guess i didn't clean my schlong that well or something back then. when you were a kid, did you ever notice your schlong head molt? or was that just me? it was weird.
a lot of guys i know don't put the toilet seat down after they take a leak. and some of these guys have significant others, too. i wonder if their girls don't care or have given up trying to complaining about it. you all know that i sit down to take a leak when i'm at a friend's house, but in public restrooms, i stand up, but i always put the seat back down, no matter how nasty it looks. (i make sure i wash my hands thoroughly afterwards.) i guess i've just been well-trained by my ex's.
i miss playing dodgeball. that was something we did back in elementary school, with these soft spongey nerf balls. i loved it. we used to play, but we would segregate by sexes, so it would be fair. but if we did something extraordinary, we would get these things called "merits," and that meant that we got to play with the opposite sex. it was fun to pound on the girls, hehe. there was this one guy who would throw these high soft bombs, and i never understood that, because it was so easy to catch and get him out. *ponder* but ah, those were the days.
ooh. i need to take a leak now. and have a smoke. bye!