by Rajdeep D

The first time I saw her was at a computer lab in the university. I was trying to get a free computer to sit at and finish my oh-so-important English assignment. I am sure that I was gaping at her with my mouth open when she walked in with her friend. Somehow, I did manage to close my mouth when she looked my way. “Smooth move player!”, I said to myself rolling my eyes towards the heavens.

Yes, there were times I wanted to go up to her and say “Hi!” or something along that line. I mean, I do have the courage to do that but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Why? We will come to that later.

The next time I saw her was a week after my gaping incident. I remember she was in the Cafeteria and I was sitting at the table beside hers with my friends. I couldn’t help but look at her. I know, I know, I sound like a teenager. But well, as I said before, I couldn’t help it. A really weird idea came to my head. What if I paid one of the mamas in the Cafeteria and sent a drink (Obviously Mountain Dew or Coke or something. What were you expecting?) to her?

But alas, I couldn’t bring myself to do that either!

Why? I’ll tell you why.

It is not the fear of rejection that bugged me. It is the fear of what she might think of me that bothered me. Let’s face it; we live in a conservative society. She might just think that I am a pervert or worse a “bokhate”. I wouldn’t want that now, would I? We learn what the society teaches us. But, we end being a bunch of hypocrites behind a veil of niceness. We still can’t express how we feel about each other. We are close, yet so far.

I would be happy just being friends with her. Not everything in the world is about scoring a girlfriend or a boyfriend. I do believe that platonic relationships do occur in the real world.

I didn’t see my beautiful stranger ever again after that day. Now I am writing this dismal article expressing my regret.

You know what? If you like someone let them know it. Go to the town !!

Sometimes, it is better to be sorry than safe.

Lång lördagkväll med Wattsuappu = Mountain Dew.

Tror jag är beroende nu..

Wattsuappu gick bra. Vi kom in på många klubbar utan problem. Många ville inte vara med på bild.. Andra slängde upp peace-tecknet innan vi tog upp kameran.

Enda problemet var lite energi..
Men det fixar vi till nästa gång.

This was not something that I wanted to become a regular thing on my blog, but as things become more and more apparent, you cannot help but note them.

I woke up on Sunday morning to go to a mandatory store meeting at my Pier One store.  I knew it would be tough for me to stay awake so I bought my 2-Litre Mountain Dew to sip on.  I also picked up two boxes of donuts to boost moral at the meeting since I knew no one really wanted to be there. 

The donuts were a hit: everyone ate some.  I, myself, had a couple.  Not long after eating my second donut and drinking the top third of my Mountain Dew did I start feeling awful.  I felt miserable all day long.  I felt sick, almost like I needed to throw up, but also like someone had given me a good punch in the gut.  All Day…

Finally that night all I could do was crawl into bed and sleep it off.

What happened?  I used to just roll out of bed, eat junk all the time and feel just fine (maybe a little better than fine) but a litre of Mountain Dew and a few glazed rings put me out for the day.  

What is happening to me?!

RE: Lets get the Colonel involved

As a loyal customer I have had enough. And by loyal I mean when I’m in a food court and the lineup for Subway is too long and the people I’m with want KFC. When I finally make my way to the counter and place my order I am left waiting for my meal, not just any old wait, we are talking 4+ minutes. Let it be known that I never order anything out of the ordinary, perhaps chips and a potato & gravy, my acquaintances may order a Zinger burger or 3 piece feed. So my question is: what are you guys doing back there? Making lasagna? Because you should really quit this deception and rebrand yourselves as KFL then. It seems to me that when someone orders a chicken-themed meal you guys are all “oh crap, another chicken order. Better go out back and dig some up - if it was pasta sheets with meat and cheese then we’d be set.”

You’re probably thinking “4 minutes? What is this bloke on about? If you go to a restaurant you usually have to wait up to 20 minutes for your order. In the time we take to prepare your order, we ensure staff are making it fresh so that you leave satisfied. You are complaining as if someone urinated in your meal.”
You present a very compelling argument. Firstly, I pay a premium at restaurants so they can take their time and inject a little extra love in my meal. I pay you guys $4.80 to get the shit to me ASAP so I can eat and run and hopefully make it to Target before it closes. As far as the pee is concerned, know this: I will take a little pee in my food if it means my meal will get to me quickly. They say urine is chock-full of nutrients so you’d actually be doing me a favour – think of it as a fried Boost Juice.

Do you want my personal opinion? Don’t answer that, because here it comes: I think it’s been a slippery slope since you became KFC. I say get back to your roots and rename yourselves Kentucky Fried Chicken. Anyone with a semi-functioning brain is aware that you put all food, drinks, straws and napkins in a plastic bag, fry it all as one and then serve it up. Which explains why even my Mountain Dew tastes like pure obesity.

What would the Colonel say about all of this? He was a man of honour, integrity and he had a rockin’ mo. I am fairly certain he would not stand idly by whilst a loyal customer declared they would rather consume urine than wait for their meal. He would set the wheels in motion by issuing a memo to all employees telling them to hurry the fuck up and produce food already! He would then send me a few complimentary meal vouchers.

Listen to the Colonel. He is very wise. He’s knows I’m tight with ACA – I pitched a story to them once (I got no response) and I’m due to pitch another.

http://www.kfc.com.au/about-us/contact-us.asp Sent 10/11/09

I love caffeine and ingest it in many forms. It’s one of the few really enjoyable and helpful drugs that is both legal and non-prescription.

I like it from coffee. So much so, in fact, that I honestly believe that decaf coffee is a bastardization of the bean, an anathema to the brown juice, an unnatural curse that needs to be lifted from the earth.

I also like it from Mountain Dew.

My mood usually dictates when, where, and how I take my caffeine. If I’m running fast and in a hurry, I’ll hit the Dew. I hate to do a disservice to coffee by not sitting down and savoring it. Dew is good for a guzzle.

How do you like your caffeine? Do you cross the aisle for something other than coffee at times?

Ever since I woke up this morning I’ve been feelin’ like shit… My stomach’s been killing me an’ I know why! It’s that friggin’ omelete I made last night (no more eggs for me, e’vah)!! I know it was!! I’m not a great cook, far from it, but I had no idea I was capable of crafting culinary colon cleansers!!  Goin’ to spare you the gruesome an’ disturbing details, but at one point I welcomed death to come an’ put me outta my misery… Pretty bad, lol. Death didn’t come, instead lunchtime came around with some greasy fast food… Oooooh joooooy…

So I’m sitting there staring at this Taco Supreme thinking to myself, “It’s gonna come right out if you put that in your mouth…”

I just see the grease soaked into the bottom of the shell…  I pass.  Mexican Pizza…  No thanks.  I take a couple plain tortilla chips an’ gradually nom them down, but that’s hardly satisfying.  At this point I’m afraid to put anything in my mouth that isn’t sushi (Mmm, spicy tuna, unagi… /drool).  I cop out of lunch, grab the drink from the meal an’ sat at the compy cursing that gd omelete, cursing the eggs that I used to make that omelete, an’ cursing the chickens that laid the eggs that I used to make the omelete AND cursing the eggs those chickens hatched from!!!

Half the day’s wasted, I’m in no condition to focus on the grind, my soda’s almost half gone an’ my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore…  Wait… WTF!?  Holy hot pot o’ coffee,  I’m CURED!!!

Not only can it glow in the dark, Mountain Dew apparently has healing powers too!  So this’ what a healing pot tastes like, eh?  Time to get in the game!!! /cheer

… Damn it, I really want sushi now, lmao!

I’ve discovered that I can not make a good pot of coffee. Every time I make a pot, it comes out smelling like ASS(forgive my language). So I resort to Mountain Dew. I love Mountain Dew, really. But as far as morning drinks go, the old Dew just isn’t one of them. But, here I am, drinking away, as my stomache starts to crunch in what will be pain later, because all carbonated drinks hurt my stomache. Oh, and I’m eating cold pizza. Yum. God, I love college.

About four months ago I decided to completely cut out caffeine from my diet. This decision came when I realized that if I didn’t drink roughly three cans of Mt. Dew a day I would get terrible headaches. In fact, there was a time a few years ago, when I didn’t have enough money to buy Mt. Dew  and I actually had to call in sick to work. The migraine that I had from that was so bad that I threw up twice that day. So when I realized that the caffeine was running my life, I stopped drinking it.

The bad new is that I realized that if I didn’t do something to keep me up later than midnight I would never be able to finish the NaNoWriMo. So, last night I drove to Wal-Mart and bought some Mt. Dew. I only drank one, and I could feel it keeping me awake before I even finished it. But what happened next, I never would have guessed.

Instead of keeping me awake so that I could write, the caffeine kept me awake just enough to still have my motor functions as I was nodding off at the keyboard. This caused me to write some of the most incoherent babble I’d seen since I taught myself to take notes in college while asleep. First my main character was at a circus, battling bears. Then he turned into a woman and was taking a walk on a beach. Then, he was at a coffee shop reading poetry… Battling bears. Okay, so maybe he never battled the bears in a coffee shop, but that was about the level of my writing at about 2:00 am this morning.

My conclusion? Either my years of caffeine abuse has made me mostly immune to it’s effects, or I just didn’t consume enough of it. Either way, I’ll probably find out later tonight since I’m still 5,000 words behind schedule.

-Rich

There are certain things I could keep myself constantly preoccupied with if I allowed it. Like the fact that my nose is peripherally visible. Not everyone constantly sees their own nose any time that their eyes are open. But I do. It’s not a nuisance, though. Not like that weird red thing chickens have hanging off their beaks. That would be awful.

One of the major “preoccupiers” I think about is breath. The bottom line is this: Unless someone is chewing gum, chances are that if another person smelled their breath, the air that came out would be classified as “bad breath.” Naturally good breath is a rare genetic miracle. The best we can really do is mask the air we breathe out.

And even then, it can be a tricky situation. Sugar only makes a person’s breath worse. Peppermints and cough drops make for some of the worst bad breath once they are eaten. (I personally endorse Trident sugar-free gum with Xylitol as it actually helps fight cavities.)

Since the 3rd grade (for the past 20 years), I have been keeping a sort of mental collection of some of the variations of bad breath I have encountered. In the likeness of wine tasting, in parenthesis is the hint of the scents found in each type:

Morning Breath (dead possum and scrambled eggs)
Stale Breath (work coffee and library books)
Sinus Breath (draining mucus and goat cheese)
Snack Cake Breath (sour milk)
Garlic Breath (the garlic, the whole garlic, and nothing but the garlic)
2:00 PM Breath (muddled lunch aftertaste and the onset of Morning Breath)
Didn’t Brush Teeth Today Breath (rotting log and outdated cinnamon gum)
Smoker’s Breath (ashtray, gasoline, pesticides, and a diesel mechanic shop)
15 Year-Old Boy Breath (Dorritos and Mountain Dew)
McDonald’s Breath (ketchup, diced onions, “meat”)

project 365 entry for Friday June 5th, 2009

Yesterday, some of the kids went to Kings Island with their Youth Group. They paid for it by working at the church. They had fun.
Caitlyn & her friend, Hillary, threw a surprise 16th birthday party for Hillary’s sister, Abby. Abby’s mom told her they were coming to get them (Caitlyn & Hillary) so they could all go to the zoo for Abby’s birthday. Abby walked into the yard & everyone yells “surprise”. Now keep in mind this girl is not use to these kind of parties. You know what her reaction was? She looks at her mom & says, “So does this mean we’re not going to the zoo?” LOL Crazy kid. Oh well, she enjoyed the Mountain Dew themed party, even if it wasn’t the zoo.
Hope I made you smile. Until next time…

Walter, I feel I have to apologize for yesterday. I know you said don’t worry about it, but I just feel poorly about crying in your lap for a half hour. It must have been a bad can of Mountain Dew or a rogue Twizzler. I mean my butt was wet, I felt lonely and I just needed to let it out.

I know, I know, I’ve already said all that yesterday. But, when Mom came down this morning and asked why you left with a big wet spot on your jeans, I had to apologize again. Not too sure what she thought, but she did clean the bathroom down here with particular gusto.

This could be the last night for baseball for a while. I’m a little scared. Deep breath. Out. No Mountain Dew today. No Twizzlers. Just wheat bread and organic peanut butter. I’ll be fine. It will work out in the end and I’ll get to see Pedro and Andy duel.

Just some random bands, take it or leave it…

Bump of Chicken

The members first met in kindergarten and were classmates throughout their primary and secondary education. Bump of Chicken’s first performance was in 1994, during their ninth grade cultural festival,  playing a cover of The Beatles’ version of Twist and Shout.   In 1996, their song, Danny, won an award on 96TFM.

In 1999, Bump of Chicken released their first album, Flame Vein, on High Line Records. Later that year, they released their first single, “Lamp”. In 2000, they released The Living Dead, their final release on High Line.  They also held their first live tour, “Tsuaa Pokiiru (ツアーポキール^?)”, during March and April.

Later in 2000, the group switched to Toy’s Factory, releasing their first single on the label, “Diamond”, in September.   Bump of Chicken’s first big success occurred when their single, “Tentai Kansoku”, appeared on the Oricon Weekly Charts in 2001.   They held two live tours, “Star Porking Tours (スターポーキングツアーズ Sutaa Pookingu Tsuaazu^?) 2001″ beginning in March and “Surf Porkin’” beginning in July.   In October, they released “Harujion”. 

They released their first album on Toy’s Factory, Jupiter, in February 2002 and was their first number one on the Oricon Weekly Charts. In the summer of 2002, their music was featured on the Japanese TV drama, “Tentai Kansoku”, giving them more exposure. At the end of 2002, the group released the single “Snow Smile”. 2003 saw the release of the double A-side single “Lost Man/sailing day”.   ”Sailing Day” was used as the ending theme to the animated movie, One Piece: Dead End Adventure”. 

The beginning of 2004 saw a slew of re-releases. “Arue”, from their album Flame Vein, was released as a single in March. They re-released their first two albums in April. Flame Vein received an extra song and was re-released as Flame Vein +1. The Living Dead received no modifications. In July, the group released “Only Lonely Glory”,  which became their first single to chart at number one on the Oricon Weekly Charts.   A month later, they released their fourth album, Yggdrasil, which was their second album to reach number one on the Oricon Weekly Charts.   Shortly after, they released “Sharin no Uta”, from Yggdrasil, as a single.

In 2005, Bump of Chicken released two singles, “Planetarium” and “Supernova/Karma”. Karma was used as the theme song for Namco’s “Tales of the Abyss. The band’s next single, “Namida no Furusato” was used in a commercial for Lotte Airs.   It became the group’s second number one single. In 2007, they released the singles “Hana no Na” and “Mayday” on the same day. The two singles reached number one and two respectively on the Oricon Weekly Charts.   Bump of Chicken released their second latest album, Orbital Period, on December 19, 2007. Their latest album is “present from you”, released on June 18, 2008. This album is a compilation of b-sides and other non-album tracks.

They will release double A-side single “R.I.P./Merry Christmas” on November 25, 2009, becoming their first single in two years.

Motoo Fujiwara （藤原基央）

Motoo Fujiwara is the composer, lyricist, guitar, and main vocalist of the group, also acting as the leader of the band. He has written most of the music, and has also drawn the artwork for their albums ‘The Living Dead’ and ‘Yggdrasil’. He was born April 12, 1979 with blood type O. He enjoys doing laundry, cannot eat spicy foods, has poor eyesight, likes to eat chicken, and enjoys playing the harmonica. In March 2006, he released a solo album titled “Song for Tales of the Abyss,” which included “Karma” and instrumental versions of songs from the game Tales of the Abyss. Uses Gibson 1960 Les Paul Special Single Cutaway, Sonic fender, Gibson J-45.

 Hiroaki Masukawa （増川弘明）

Hiroaki Masukawa is the guitarist of the group, and also writes most of the hidden joke tracks for albums. He was born December 20, 1979 with blood type A, and is left-handed. He is referred to as the shy member of the group, and calls himself pessimistic. His hobbies are largely anime and games. His nicknames within the band are “Hiro,” “Hose,” (meaning “very thin”), and “Nikke”. Uses Gibson Les Paul Standard, Fender Stratocaster.

 Yoshifumi Naoi （直井由文）

Yoshifumi Naoi is the bassist of the group, and is referred to as the “crowd pleaser”. He was born October 9, 1979 with blood type A, and jokes that he “falls ill exactly four times a year.” He also calls himself an anime and game otaku, and a “rare genius”. His hobbies are photography and drawing; he has released an artbook containing his works, and helped with some of the album artwork. His nickname within the band is “Chama,” a play on the Japanese phrase “Obotchama” referring to a rich family’s son. Uses Sonic Bass, Fender Jazz Bass 65.

 Hideo Masu （升秀夫）

Hideo Masu is the drummer for the band. He was born August 10, 1979 with blood type A, and describes himself as an introvert. He also mentions that he has good eyesight, cannot write kanji well, likes to go outdoors, and often gets headaches. Uses Canopus Maple Shell.

Shocking Lemon

Shocking Lemon first formed in 1996. In 1999, they released their maxi-single Pastel Room and went on a tour named after the single later that year. The next year, Shocking Lemon switched to Alinosrecords and released their second mini-album. Since then, the band has continued to release more music and is now working with One-Coin Records. They also got the chance to do the opening for the anime Hajime no Ippo.

Ass Baboons of Venus

The Ass Baboons of Venus are a duo that combines the innocent cuteness of Japanese pop with the ridiculous toilet humor of Los Angeles trash rock. Comprised of comedian Naoko Nozawa and punk rocker Bob Limp, they tend to cross the boundaries between new wave and twee pop with their humorous sound. After releasing several singles, the Phucket a la Bum Bum compilation was released in the summer of 2002. ~ Bradley Torreano, All Music Guide

Green Milk form the Planet Oarnge

Green Milk From the Planet Orange formed in Tokyo, Japan, in July 2001. Combining prog rock, psychedelia, jazz, and indie rock, the band was formed after the breakup of No Rest for the Dead. The bandmembers are known by the monikers of Benjian (bass), A (drums and vocals), and Dead K (guitar and vocals). The band lists Miles Davis, Sonic Youth, Soft Machine, My Bloody Valentine, and Tortoise as influences. ~ Stephen Cramer, All Music Guide

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Or so I was taught yesterday. It was really bizarre actually. I had just finished chapel band practice and had a butt-load of homework to do. Most of it consisted of reading and I was really not in the mood.

I found myself turning on “Where You Go I Go” by Brian and Jenn Johnson and lying on the floor to open up my day by spending time with God for once, rather than just taking off and ignoring Him. On top of that, this song has become significantly important to me as I’ve begun to realize Jesus had to hear from God to do the things He did as He did them in the power of the Spirit (I just wrote a paper on this that will be up soon if you want to hear more on this topic).

So there I was, lying on the ground trying to concentrate on the truth of the lyrics, praying and offering my day to God.

Lyrics to Where You Go I Go :
Where you go I go
What you say I say
What you pray I pray

Jesus only did, What He saw you do
He would only say, What He heard you speak
He would only move, When He felt you lead
Following Your heart, Following Your Spirit

How could I expect to walk without you
When every move that Jesus made was in surrender
I would not begin to live without you
For You alone are worthy You are always good

You are always good
You are always good
Always good
Always good

I had some strange thought that I thought might have been something I had made up, but then I got to thinking it was God.

“Don’t drink pop today. Drink living water.”

Imagine the look on my face.

I managed to regain composure thinking to myself, “WHY!? Why would God say that!? Must be because I’m chubby.” So there I sat, staring at my half full beautifully orange Livewire that I had drank some of before practice:

I actually ate breakfast for once and it was so awkward to drink water. Where was the fizzle? It was so… plain. And now, hours later I’m sitting at lunch. How do I eat lunch without dew? I do not know! So as I am gathering my food I keep reminding myself, no dew today. Remember to get water.

I sat down and began to eat my food and then took a quick trip to the bathroom. When I came back to my chair, there was my lovely looking food and a half consumed glass of Mountain Dew.

Oops.

It’s a habit I guess. I remembered remembering to get water. I just apparently… didn’t. So I didn’t drink the rest of the cup and went and got water. Again… so plain. Same thing for dinner, and around some point in the evening it was starting to make sense.

I actually rely on Mountain Dew quite a bit. Sad, but true. I wake up and I drink dew or some other form of pop to get me started (most of you drink coffee so don’t even start!). I don’t know if it really gives me energy every morning, but I do know that I feel good.  Throughout the day it continually makes me feel refreshed. Like seriously, sometimes I will take that initial sip and my whole body all of the sudden calms down. And saddest of all, pop doesn’t keep me awake all night. It helps me sleep. In fact, freshman year of college I had to go buy a wild cherry pepsi every night otherwise it was hard to sleep without it.

So to get rid of this sustaining thing just for a day was quite difficult for me. But as I continually drank water throughout the day, I could tell that God was trying to say something along the lines of “I am living water. I will sustain you and keep you going. Put your trust in me.”

Really?

There actually was a lesson to all of this?

Some weird thought I had in the morning was actually God trying to teach me something?

Huh. Perhaps it’s time to start listening a little more.

Walter. I’m shaking. A lot. Not sure if it is the sugar, the Mountain Dew or the excitement of post-season baseball. I’m having trouble sleeping. Daylight hurts my eyes. Can you come over and just sit with me for a while? Maybe discuss how inane Tim McCarver is? I just need a little help to get through today. This off-day. Where time suspends for hours and we sit in a morass of untamed morals and I think chicken cacciatore. My butt is wet and I don’t know why.

Please come by?

I really don’t know what to title my posts on this blog. It would be a lot easier if I did something like Daugherty or C. Trent and had a easy, repetitive title when the only thing I need to change is the date. So if anyone has any clever ideas for mine like The Morning Line or Thinking Out Loud, let me know, if I like it, I’ll use it. So I just use song lyrics or this one from Luda. But it’s been a week since the last post so I have a decent amount of stuff to get through. Here we go.

-Before I get started, I’m watching MNF as we speak and I would like to articulate my dislike for Jon Gruden. As a football analyst, he’s not the worst, but his attempts at humor are abysmal. He tries to out-Jaws Jaws with his “I’m a football analyst, so I’m going to talk very euphemistically about the perfect three-step drop and end with a great point that’s really obvious like the team that has the most points wins the game.” So now you know how announcers talk. Anyway, tonight Jonny is talking about the Falcons and Saints TEs calling them “jokers” because “they’re good in any hand.” We know J. Shockey and T. Gonzalez are good, we play fantasy football. I get it, you need to be creative. Fine. But Jon. What. The. Fuck.

I just took a picture of my TV with my Blackberry. It broke after this.

On to more interesting things than a grown man dawning a Joker mask to articulate his point about tight ends…

-While I’m on the football beat. Golf.com’s blog the Press Tent brought me word that my buddy T.Woods came in 2nd in a Harris Poll about the Greatest Sports Stars of All Time. This is not that thing that made my nauseated, nor was it that MJ was #1, Babe Ruth was #3 or Muhammad Ali was 4th. No real problem with any of that. Greatest of all time. All of them are great. Guess who was ranked the #5 Greatest Sports Star of All Time? Brett Fucking Favre. Are you shitting me? I know I put this on my other blog for class, but here it is again. Google unlocks my mind with their suggestions.

-I don’t care who you are, but there are only a few things in my life that come close to as refreshing as a red pop. One of those few things is Mountain Dew. It is the official drink of Elder Golf.

RAH!

Anyway, as much as my love is for the Dew, Caron Butler was a lot more into it. He said it was impossible for him. Look.

To try and give this up was CRAZY for me! I was going through withdrawals. I was in the bed sweating. My wife would turn over in the bed and ask “Are you OK?” Honestly, those first two weeks without The Dew was the roughest two weeks of my life. I’m talking headaches, sweats and everything. Before that I drank at least six 12 ounce Mountain Dews a day.

Six in one day, holy Dew Batman, but he dropped 11 lbs. and is doing decent this year for my fantasy team, averaging 10.5 ppg and 6 rpg. Drink a Dew for Caron.

-Also coming from the NBA, my homeboy JJ Redick is coming out with a rap album. Many think it will be shitty, I say he scored 27 points last night, so suck it. He’ll do what he wants. I like this picture though.

-Clearly, those who know me know that I am a Duke fan. I love Duke basketball, but so far this preseason I have been skeptical. Their Midnight Madness festivities included this video reenacting some classic movie scenes with some Dukies playing the starring roles. It’s a decent attempt at humor and that was fine for me…

but then I came across this, and I don’t approve. Enough’s enough. When can Seth Curry play?

-Here are two videos I saw over the weekend that prove how shitty the some teams are. One’s supposed to be a professional football team, the other a minor league of sorts. Both blow. Here’s the “pro team”

and the semi-pro… Yeah, his own teammate tackled him, but he’s excited he got that far.

Atrocious.

-In the spirit of last weekends Halloween festivities, for my lil brother, the best costume I saw, next to the actual person.

Kansas Jayhawk football coach Mark Mangino will always remind me of this little baby who looks exactly like him. Kudos to the parents for dressing him like this. Good Stuff.

-Finally for today, Michael Phelps is better than me at many things. My girlfriend reminds me his body is also better. Tramp. But this is one thing I know I can beat Aquaman in and I’m not a good putter.

Suck it, Phelps. Go smoke some more pot, fu manchu.

That’s all for today. I’ll do better this week.

Cheers.

I think I ate too much spaghetti. You know me Walter, I don’t know when to stop. My tum-tum has ached for the past four days. I’ve barely been able to eat a hot dog during each of the World Series game, not to mention a bag of peanuts and a 44 oz. Mountain Dew. I want every game to be like it is at the ballpark and you know me Walter, a game is not complete without a hot dog, peanuts, nachos, Mountain Dew and ice cream. But don’t mention that creamy goodness that is ballpark nacho cheese. My tummy can’t handle it. I shouldn’t have thought of it.

Oh crap, I gotta go. Fast.

Darren

Yesterday was Chicken Dipper day. My fry daddy employment life requires at least one day every couple of weeks  I do nothing but fry double-breaded, peppered chicken parts (supposedly breast tenderloin). Well, there are still the noobes who ask for a burger or some kind of non-fried chicken sandwich and I’m obliged to serve them. For most of the day I’m just frying my 80 pounds of Dippers. We’ve gone through 120 pounds on busy days, but the cafe hasn’t been that in-the-weeds for some time. Yup, I’m the fried chicken merchant of death. Big plates of chicken, curly fries and heart disease. All cooked in something labelled “Mel-Fry” which doesn’t make me feel better about the process. The redeeming thing, I suppose, is that I serve Dipper meals primarily to stressed out nurses. Anything I can do to give the staff comfort food and calm them down a little bit is reassuring. Of course, they wash the whole mess down with gallons of Mountain Dew, starting the whole stress cycle again. Many reside in an over worked, 40/40 universe-40 pounds overweight and  40+ years old. I’m not judging, living in a 36/25 club myself. When the administration decides to throw out the four-barrel fryer, I’ll gladly help them plan some more nutritionally sound alternatives (even if it costs me the job).

There is hope. My employer may be slow in getting rid of the Dippers, but in the next couple of weeks we’ll start selling the old school, 8 oz. sized Coke bottles. Coca Cola, when it first appeared in the contoured container, came in a 6 1/2 oz. bottle. The 12 oz. steel can appeared in 1960. The company has announced that by next spring they’ll make available a commercial 9 oz. can for better portion control and my hope is that we carry that too. This may be too little, too late. In the 1950’s Pepsi Cola began its war to put larger amounts of soda on shelves at cheaper prices to the consumer. Coke followed during the sixties and by the mid ’70’s two (and three) liter bottles appeared. Coke’s 9 oz. can movement has nothing to do with health, no matter what statement they put forward. This is just branding another size of sugary drink for the crowded market place. No redemption for a company that has been offering soda in six packs since the dawn of the last century. Still, it’s a start. Especially when Pepsi recently started selling Tall Boys, the 16 oz. beer-sized cans. At a time when consumers are pushed toward more-lots more high fructose corn syrup, lots more food coloring-at least Coke had the sense to offer some alternatives. It’s not healthy to pour the stuff down one’s gullet, but, at the very least, we can do so in single servings.

The new administrator I work for is a proselytizer in the cause of fresh food. The frying of hundreds of pounds of Dippers each month will go away at his direction in the near future. We’ll see what happens to the sugary soda pop. Brave new world for fry cooks, either way.

“Welcome to my new blog. I had a pretty tough summer this year when I lost 11 pounds by giving up Mountain Dew. That’s right Mountain Dew. A lot of people don’t know I’m a Mountain Dew addict so I guess this is my confession.”

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Caron with his daily Mountain Dew ration

Como toda nerd que se preze eu adoro vídeo-game e um dos que me conquistou foi World of Warcraft. Sou Horda até o último fio de cabelo e adoro lutar, nada dessas coisas de mago, eu gosto de cair na porrada mesmo! Rsrsrsrsrs! 

Faz tempo que não jogo, mas estou me preparando para voltar (ai que saudade…) e qual não foi minha surpresa quando vi que que PepsiCo lançou duas versões temáticas da bebida Mountain Dew, edição limitada, para jogadores de WOW.

Quantas vezes eu não sonhei e encontrar um aliance pra desafiar na vida real… 

Fonte: http://virouzona.blogspot.com/2009/06/comercial-pepsico.html