dissonance

*chirrup* *chirrup*

That's supposed to be the sound of crickets.

I know, I know, it sure is quiet around here.  The last couple of weeks have been nothing but cray-cray, but that's a poor excuse because that just means there is just SO MUCH MORE to blog about!  New digs, new camera, new food dishes, new knitting projects, and the job...holy batshit... but not going into that now.

The apartment is a mess, the camera only has a 16mb memory card, I haven't done decent grocery shopping lately, and the new knitting projects have just barely started and work... holy batshit.

Anyway, I guess I just stopped by to let folks know I'm alive and well.

Long time coming

Good riddance!

Less balls but more cocky

Now that dodgeball is over, Team Pink has had to find a way to fill the Thursdays.  The solution?  Rotating Dodgeball Night Without the Dodgeball.

Our first one was last Thursday where we had poker night at Sar and Richard's place.  I'm not much into poker so I had resolved to just watch others play.  I was pretty amused for a while and even discovered a new snack combo: 1 Habanero Dorito + 1 peanut M&M = Most Delicious.

I eventually wanted to try and play but I didn't have enough for the buy-in (it had already been used on a rotisserie chicken from Costco, also Most Delicious).  I was relegated to the Not Winners' Table to challenge those that lost at the grown up table.

Lessons learned:

• When there is no money involved you tend to be a lot more daring with your chips.
• This actually makes you play better
• I need to stop raising 1 chip for "ok hand" and 2 chips for "good hand". They are onto me.

I'm proud to say that I came through at the All In last round with pocket three Nines.  I don't even know if I'm even talking correctly with the Poker-speak but what up, biotches. DO YOU PLAY?

Putting it on underwear does not make it less geeky

It's been a while since I've really nerded myself, so check out my latest geeks-covery.

Graph a website's html!

The result is actually quite pretty I think.

I'm thinking about going over to CafePress and screening this on a Tshirt.  Or maybe a mug.  Or maybe underwear.

Porks and apples were harmed in this post

I won! I won!

Iron Chef night was a lot of fun!  I can't believe how much good food there was. Here are the dishes I remember (please forgive me if I forgot yours)

• Pork-burgers with some sort of spicy creamy sauce
• Pork stuffed cucumbers
• Pork with green bell peppers and bamboo
• Pork meatballish sort of thing with mushrooms
• Pork eggrolls
• Pork lumpia with shrimp
• Pork lettuce wraps
• Ginger and bokchoy noodle soup with pork meatballs
• Mabo tofu (from scratch!)
• Grapefruit stuffed with ground pork
• And my entry that won for presentation and overall (wowsers!!) Pork wontons with Apple chutney.

(not all entries shown)

I can't wait til next month's challenge!  As the winner I get to pick the ingredient for next time, aieeeeee.... the pressure is ON!

Sneak preview

Hint: the secret ingredient is Ground Pork

And so it ends and begins again

sar:    hey we got 11th place in dodge
shmee:   out of....?
sar:    13
sar:    haha
shmee:   AWESOME!
sar:    but at least we didnt get last!
shmee:    fuck i'll drink to that

There seems to be a lot things coming to an end these days.  Dearest roomie is trekking back up north. Dearest friend is trekking to the east.  I myself am meandering down south, thus closing the chapter of my life spent "La Jolla and north".  I still find myself holding onto the academic timeline and always found June to be the close of the year and then September comes with a fresh start (the summer months just being a brief hiatus from reality).  Without the luxury of summer vacation, I guess June is the end and beginning of a new year for me.

Truth be told, I was gearing myself up to write one hell of a rant.  Just when I think my brain, my heart, my ego, and my sanity couldn't take anymore, it turns out… well maybe I am stronger than I think.  What is the point of ranting and crying and cursing at the skies?  There is nothing left to be said.  I might feel better by tossing insults about his looks (let's face it, balding) or his moves (let's face it, only one move on and off the dancefloor), but really that only makes me feel better for about 5 minutes (10 minutes if you laugh with me) and I'm looking for the long term solution, not a quick fix.

I'm going to arm myself with knitting and cooking and friends and trips and projects and a calendar full of events that will create so many good memories these recent bad ones will be a mere blip in the horizon.

We're heading down to the Prado this evening for dodgeball closing ceremonies (not as official as it sounds, it's basically co-workers getting sloshed on $2.50 margaritas).  But I'll be sure to save a toast to greet in the new year and all it may bring.