Loverboy

Took another personality test. Results weren’t too shocking, except that part about previous relationships. Most of them were completely psycho, but then that had little to do with me… except that I was the moth drawn to the flame… whatever.

The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMm)

Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships–as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You’ve had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You’re a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

Your exact opposite:
The Billy Goat

Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you’ll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you’ll surprise her by leaving.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Window Shopper, The Peach

Take the test here

Peter is the man

I’m sure that I’ve talked about it before, but I’d like to dedicate this post entirely to the grocery store Whole Foods. Milca calls it heaven, and she’s not too far off.

First, their general merchandise. It’s all natural. No preservatives. No artificial ingredients. It’s all real food. I went there looking for potato bread a while back, as it’s the perfect bread for grilled cheese, and couldn’t find it. I asked a woman in the bakery area about it and she said, “We used to carry potato bread, but the company that made it started using a preservative, so we stopped carrying it.” That’s hard core. One ingredient, and you’re out of the store, buddy. Keep that shit out of my bread!! The butchers and deli people are also really cool. The meats they have are very fresh, and are hella good. The turkey pastrami is crazy good.

Right in front of the deli area is an olive bar. There’s typically about 16 different bowls filled with various olives or olive cocktails. They don’t always have the same stuff out, which makes for variety, but if you have a favorite, you better get a good amount or learn to love another olive as well. Personally, I’m partial to the blue cheese stuffed olives, the Catalane olives, and the Hot Tunisian mix. I’ll usually get whatever olives I want then add the Tunisian mix on top so that the hot stuff travles down to the rest of the container. *drool*

Their prepared food is also hella good. They have a salad bar, but they also have no fewer than 3 fresh soups, which typically rock, and other hot foods like fried chicken, samosas, tandoori chicken, or maybe taco fixings. As far as these foods go, their fried chicken is a hell of a lot better than KFC, probably because it’s actually chicken, their three mushroom soup is to die for, and nothing is better than fresh macaroni and cheese made from scratch.

To the right of the salad bar is the other prepared foods like macaroni salads and whatnot, but they’ve also got a sandwich bar. Their sandwiches are what I usually go with, and if I can help it I get Peter to make it for me. He knows his stuff. When I get my turkey breast with jack cheese on focaccia, he will ask if I want it toasted. Nobody else asks this, just him. This is likely because he, unlike his coworkers, possesses skills that few in a generation have, which are typically known as “The Mad Skills.” Their sandwiches are reasonably priced, and will fill you. Hell, you could likey share with someone and you’d be okay.

To the right of the sandwich bar is where they make the pizzas and calzones. Fresh. Custom. The calzone is less than $5 and will come with two ingredients of your choice. Definitely a must have. Their pizza is decent, too.

To the right of the pizzas are the sushi chefs, hard at work, making fresh sushi. Though I haven’t personally had it, I’ve been told by others that it is really good. At any rate, they have unfiltered sake right next to the sushi itself, which is crazy good. It’s got a milky look to it, and tends to be a bit sweeter than the clear stuff you get at the sushi bar.

Then, finally, there’s the desert section, where you can get cakes, pies, or a small desert for yourself. I usually go for the bread pudding or the rice pudding. Both are like $1.50 or so, and both are pretty good. Their tiramisu is also the crazy bomb.

So, if you’re looking for real food to make for dinner, or just want a good lunch idea, go for it. And if you go to the one in Pasadena, ask for Peter.

Voldebitch and Wormcunt

In the long, long ago, in the before time I was in a relationship with someone who will remain nameless. In fact, if her name is mentioned in the comments, I’ll delete the comment. I don’t ever do that, but I’ll make the exception. I have and will continue to refer to her as Voldebitch.

After her and I split, with lots of fingerpointing and harsh words, we eventually got to the point where we didn’t talk at all. I had a website before this one where I had a list, the infamous “list,” of girls I once had feelings for. This was a cry for attention from a lonely, confused, and repressed young man. He is no more. I’d like to take this opportunity to appologize to everyone that was on that list. It was rude, improper, and unfair for all of you. At any rate, there was tension regarding the fact that Voldebitch and her best friend, who I have since named Wormcunt, were on this list. The site no longer exists, thank God. After that dust settled, there was silnce, and it was nice.

Several weeks later I started recieving emails from someone who claimed to have gone to my old high school and remembered me. I hadn’t a clue who the hell she was, but this was something that had happened before, even when the person is standing right in front of me. I had dressed as one of the Deans for Halloween one year and was known for it for years to come. Not that I’m famous by any stretch of the imagination, but for a good two or three years after high school I could almost guarantee that someone would see me every week and mention it. Thank God that faded away.

Back on track, I recieved these emails and was instantly curious. I was single, lonely, and slightly depressed so anybody paying attention to me in a positive way made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I went straight to the high school yearbooks at a friend’s house. Nothing. I asked everyone I knew from high school. Nothing. I was suspicious, and rightly so. The emails dwindled, then were non-existant.

Several months later I get an email from Voldebitch. The content of the email was a white flag, but the name of the person sending the email was not hers, but rather the name of the girl that was sending me those emails. I was furious. I told her never to contact me again. She said that it was Wormcunt, not her, but that she had given Wormcunt her nom de plume to use. What the fuck ever. An accomplice in betraying my trust recieves the same judgement, excommunication from the Loop. A bitter reply came back, I replied with a short and sweet request for no more contact, then blocked her email address. She said something about getting married, as if that was some sort of proof that she was over me. Poor guy.

I didn’t really feel this was something I’d ever want to blog about, but I saw Wormcunt yesterday in the Best Buy parking lot driving in the oppoosite direction, and it got those feelings and memories churning about in the back of my huge cranium. This would have been one of those moments when a hood mounted rail gun would have been handy.

It was a hellish time, but because of it I’m wiser, and that’s all anyone can ask, right? Well that and that they suffer a slow painful death by my hand…

Retest this, bitch

I went to have my car smogged yesterday. I just got this car from a friend of my mom’s, who had the car smogged last year, but with a title change you need another smog check done. She had work done last year so that it would pass. I took it to the place, played me some Zelda on the gameboy until they were done. Fail.

Hydrocarbons. I had no idea what they were talking about, except that somehow the combination of water and carbon being emitted from my car was making this process difficult. I looked it up online, and found that it might have something to do with my catlytic converter. That’s a part that could cost around $300, not counting labor. The guy said that I could have a free retest, and to come in tomorrow. Maybe it would be different. I’m thinking that because it was hot that perhaps the emissions would be altered by doing it in the morning as opposed to the afternoon. I mean I’m sweating like a stuck pig, I can only imagine what’s happening in my car.

Went this morning, played some more Zelda along with some Quidditch Cup (I am going to get those last two cards I was missing on the Gamecube, making Australia and Bulgaria playable in multiplayer, btw) and wouldn’t you know it, I passed, just on the borderline. I’m so stoked. Granted, I do have a lingering amount of guilt that the car I drive is slowly, but legally, destroying the ozone layer, but still. I’m looking at the sliver lining here. My parade will not be rained on.

Game on.

Flaw…?

Well, I’ve found a flaw in my beloved. We’ve had some good times, and I don’t want to end our relationship, but this is going to take some getting used to. We’ve been together for so long, I don’t know why I never knew this. I guess I had to hit one of the limits, and that’s when it became blatantly apparent… your queue in Netflix can only go up to 500 discs.

I love me some Netflix, and find that adding movies to my queue has been a way to filter through all those movies I need to see. Example, I have Seven Samurai at my house. Never seen it. I know, I know… Kurosawa. At any rate, it’s at the house, and it will get watched. That’s just the thing, I have been keeping the movies I need to see on there, as well as those movies I’d like to see. Example, I have the entirety of Flying Circus on there. I’ve seen a lot of it, but I don’t know what I’ve missed until I’ve seen all of it. That’s 14 discs right there. Then there’s the TV series like 24, From the Earth to the Moon, Six Feet Under, and the Sopranos. Granted, I’ve only got one disc left on the Sopranos, but you get the idea.

I suppose that the flaw is likely not with Netflix, but rather myself. “Why the hell would you need a list of 500 movies that you want to watch?” To fully understand the answer to that question, you need to understand me I suppose. Anybody that knows who I am knows the answer to that question. “Because he’s the Loop.”

At any rate, stay with Netflix, sign up if you haven’t already, and get with the times. Fuck Blockbuster right in their late fee havin’ asses.

Alabama Slammer, Wine, Margaritas, and Budweiser

Another three day weekend has passed, and as usual I come back to report on the fun had by your loyal blogger. First, earlier in the week…

Corey, Brett, Amanda, Milca, Serge, Max and I went to Sardo’s in Burbank for drinks and Karaoke. I hadn’t done karaoke in about a year, and I was jonesin. I did:

Piano Man
Baby Got Back
I Touch Myself
The Way We Were
The Bitch is Back
Something
She’s a Lady

I’m fairly certain that was it. At any rate, it was a butt load.

Then the weekend opened with Milca’s Uncle coming over with some friends of his, a couple and their two munchkins. Milca’s mom made pasta from scratch (I’d helped make it once, and it’s painfully simple, but the hella bomb), and some sauce that’s making me drool just thinking about it. We had a good time drinking wine, commenting on the club soda in a self pressurized bottle, and sharing memories and whatnot.

Friday night Milca and I went over to Amanda’s pad in Sout Pasadena to have chili with her, Summer, Curtis, Asha, Corey, Brett and Max. Fun times. I made Margaritas, which, accoridng to Summer, were the best she’d ever had. All I did was follow the directions. I suppose that the kick ass blender made a difference. I has two settings. Off and On. On will make that shit crazy blended. Off, well, doesn’t. Afterwards we went to the park and played on the jungle gym.

Last night were Kathy’s birthday shenanigans. Budwesier, vodka, BBQ, dirty jokes, laughs, an episode with Kathy’s breathing, and fun times were had by all.

Now I’m back at work, looking forward to summer camp this next week. I’ll keep a journal while there and post it here, just for shits and giggles.

Oh, we’re far from done

I went to meet my brother so we could have our throw down. The first two games were thrown away as there were rules not being followed, and it made for a confusing mess. The two after that were his, fair and square. I accepted defeat, but, as you can tell from the name of the post, I’ve only begun.

See, I had only ever payed the game once. Play testing a deck against yourself doesn’t count, nor is it helpful, as your opponent will make different decisions than you will. I was also looking at both hands, even if I was trying to be impartial. At any rate, I had cards I didn’t need in there, and would have liked some of the ones I had taken out. I also would have liked to have had some Transfiguration in there, so I will likely be doing the same deal that I had done before, and combine two decks. This should make life better. It should also make life more difficult for Corey.

In the mean time, he is the victor. I will have my vengeance.

Oh, and we were both counting on the other playing more creatures than we really did. Creatures tend to suck ass in this game.