Weekend at Ricky's
The Quan Clan went up to witness Samantha Wu's graduation this weekend which led to the question: What do we do with our wittle doggy Cerberus?
Well, it was either leave him in a very confined gated space at their house with a friend checking up on him every once in a while... or have the dog stay with my family.
Having the heart that I have, which at this moment is shrinking 3 times its size, I agreed to care for the pup for the weekend.
Lee Leman and Mojo Maggie dropped Cerberus off Thursday night with a doggy bed, food, a cage, leash, and instructions. The most important thing to know was that when he needed to pee, he would stare and wag his tail at you. Then if you ask him if he needs to pee, he will jump on you to confirm.
Well, the only problem was that after they left, he did the "need to pee" signal every 10 minutes! We figured that he was trying to fool us just to search for his family outside.
The first night was the hardest. Cerberus would NOT stop whimpering and barking at the front door. I tried to calm and reassure him, but he kept at it all night long. That left me with 2.5 hours of sleep for a nice day of work on Friday. Luckily I only had to work half the day. While we were at work, we locked him up in the cage, but by the time we got back home, he had escaped and was romping around the house.
Today, he's calmed down plenty. And I think I've generally got the hang of his schedule. Wake up at 6am, take him outside to pee and poop. He sleeps until 8am when he has to pee. Sleeps again for two more hours, pee or poop. Sleep. Pee. Poop. And me having to scoop.
We were considering getting a new dog; a chow chow just like Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend, whom I'll name Faith. She apparantly has many chows and has talked Ellvin Kelvin into getting one. But I think I'm now in the market for a outdoor dog. One that I don't have to worry about taking it outside to do its biznazz. You know, a dog that will be there to walk when I want to walk him, not when his bladder comes a knockin'.
At the moment, Cerberus is following me around the house everywhere. It's both annoying and adorable. But please, Quan Clan, hurry home. I'd like my freedom back soon.
An unshowered dirty filthy old flea bag,
Ricky
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Earthquack!
Did you feel it?
A 5.6 earthquake shook Palm Springs this morning. That's a pretty nice tremor being that we haven't had any earthquakes in a long while. Where was I? I was sleeping when it hit. I woke just as the window started rattling and the walls began to rumble. I was too lazy, however, to run to a safe doorjam. If it were a stronger quake, or if my lamp had landed on my head, I would have run for cover. But earthquakes aren't as frightening as they once were. I say that now, but when that 10.5 attacks, I'll be the first to run out of the house, screaming like a chickpea.
These weekends are so short! I can't believe I have to go back to work already. That brings great sadness to my relaxive state. But as my dad says, "You've only been working for 2 years. You have 60+ years to go. Suck it up boy!"
Many of my family are graduating this summer. So congratulations to K-mart, Psyman, and Samantha Wu for surviving high school, high school, and college, respectively.
I'll think of more to write in the future. I promise. I'll have some scintillating stories coming soon, especially with the ants returning to my humble toilet. Yes my pretties, drink from the sea of knowledge whilst I flush you into eternity.
Chasing squirrels, hating ants,
Ricky
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Did you feel it?
A 5.6 earthquake shook Palm Springs this morning. That's a pretty nice tremor being that we haven't had any earthquakes in a long while. Where was I? I was sleeping when it hit. I woke just as the window started rattling and the walls began to rumble. I was too lazy, however, to run to a safe doorjam. If it were a stronger quake, or if my lamp had landed on my head, I would have run for cover. But earthquakes aren't as frightening as they once were. I say that now, but when that 10.5 attacks, I'll be the first to run out of the house, screaming like a chickpea.
These weekends are so short! I can't believe I have to go back to work already. That brings great sadness to my relaxive state. But as my dad says, "You've only been working for 2 years. You have 60+ years to go. Suck it up boy!"
Many of my family are graduating this summer. So congratulations to K-mart, Psyman, and Samantha Wu for surviving high school, high school, and college, respectively.
I'll think of more to write in the future. I promise. I'll have some scintillating stories coming soon, especially with the ants returning to my humble toilet. Yes my pretties, drink from the sea of knowledge whilst I flush you into eternity.
Chasing squirrels, hating ants,
Ricky
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Monday, June 06, 2005
So Far Away
I realize I have been away for a while without a peep. And perhaps that makes you mad. If it does, then that brings me joy. I'm sorry, but that's just the way things are. But still, I've been away and busy for the most part and I'm here to tell you why.
I've actually tried twice to write up a blog, but I haven't had anything really worth talking about or something that could fill an entire blog entry. So here are some quick bullet points if you will that will bring you up to speed.
- The iMac is better than ever! At the Apple site, they have all these free downloads (legit!) that plus the system. Things that range from making iTunes even easier to access to ripping DVDs to back up files. I even have a program that can build photo mosaics, or "pho-mo's." I love having my own personal computer, or "PC."
- I took the computer over to the Oblong's home to test out the Wi-Fi, or "Wireless Fireless (?)," connection, which worked like a charm, and they accused me of keeping the iMac a secret so that I could be the first to own one. Pffft, some secret. I'd been talking about getting an Apple computer for weeks on this blog thing. Plus, I would probably be the first to get an Apple anyway since no one else would be willing to give them a shot. Everyone in our extended family is Windowsified. And as if Apple computers are anything new. But one thing that brings me shame. I accidentally knocked over a porcelain vase while packing up the computer and it shattered. It turns out that it was a housewarming present from the Oblong's grandmother's sister. I truly do apologize that I did something so stupid and am willing to purchase some ice cream for you if that will help.
- The job is pretty tedious with the copious amount of testing we have to do. We have to test some new software with old software and check for differences and bugs. The worst part is that when you find a bug, you have to see it through to its fix. And most of the time, I'm not sure what's right and what's wrong. So it's tough and daunting, but it's only beginning. Hooray!
- Timotei applied and interviewed for the job I left behind and he got it! He actually starts tomorrow and yours truly will be training him. I hope he enjoys working 10 hour shifts because I'm gonna whip that mo-fo, or "mother foolio," into prime number crunching shape.
- I finally went back to Disneyland yesterday! Erico Suave and MacArthur thought I had been away from it far too long and took me to see the 50th Anniversary stuff. I'd been away so long that I was actually excited to be there. They made some changes to the Jungle Cruise, Pirates, and Mansion (the coolest effect EVER!) and have new parades in both parks and a new fireworks show.
The new parades are nice. The Parade of Dreams does feel rather short, but I just thank the stars that its no longer the dreaded Parade of the Stars. The Block Party Bash is really fun and energetic, but I hate some of the music (Macarena? Hey Ya???). And the fireworks had some really great moments, but as a whole, I still prefer Believe. There's a really cool part that involves the Pirates of the Carribean music. And the coolest part was the Star Tours segment.
MacArthur even got into an argument with a bitch when the fireworks started. Everyone in front of us was standing up, so we decided to stand up in order to see. Well, this one bitch told us to sit down, but it would be entirely easier for her to just stand up. So she starts yelling, seriously, at MacArthur (who kept a calm demeanor) about how he doesn't have to be "so f***'n rude" and, and I'm not joking, "why you gotta be a bitch because you look like a bitch?" It's so funny what people think of at the spur of the moment just to try and top someone; especially when such a one is a ghetto skank ho bitch who look like a motha fuggin' skank ho slut bitch. Anyway, her family told her to knock it off and we had a good laugh afterward.
That's not the only instance of rudeness I encountered yesterday. While waiting to get dinner, I realized that people get all bent when it comes to food. In this case, and in many others, it's the fat white folk. They don't want anything to stand in the way of their carbs and will butt in, cut in, do whatever they want to get it. But that's only my experience.
Anyway, I guess that was more than enough useless info to create a blog. Would ya look at dat.
Ghetto super star,
Ricky
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I realize I have been away for a while without a peep. And perhaps that makes you mad. If it does, then that brings me joy. I'm sorry, but that's just the way things are. But still, I've been away and busy for the most part and I'm here to tell you why.
I've actually tried twice to write up a blog, but I haven't had anything really worth talking about or something that could fill an entire blog entry. So here are some quick bullet points if you will that will bring you up to speed.
- The iMac is better than ever! At the Apple site, they have all these free downloads (legit!) that plus the system. Things that range from making iTunes even easier to access to ripping DVDs to back up files. I even have a program that can build photo mosaics, or "pho-mo's." I love having my own personal computer, or "PC."
- I took the computer over to the Oblong's home to test out the Wi-Fi, or "Wireless Fireless (?)," connection, which worked like a charm, and they accused me of keeping the iMac a secret so that I could be the first to own one. Pffft, some secret. I'd been talking about getting an Apple computer for weeks on this blog thing. Plus, I would probably be the first to get an Apple anyway since no one else would be willing to give them a shot. Everyone in our extended family is Windowsified. And as if Apple computers are anything new. But one thing that brings me shame. I accidentally knocked over a porcelain vase while packing up the computer and it shattered. It turns out that it was a housewarming present from the Oblong's grandmother's sister. I truly do apologize that I did something so stupid and am willing to purchase some ice cream for you if that will help.
- The job is pretty tedious with the copious amount of testing we have to do. We have to test some new software with old software and check for differences and bugs. The worst part is that when you find a bug, you have to see it through to its fix. And most of the time, I'm not sure what's right and what's wrong. So it's tough and daunting, but it's only beginning. Hooray!
- Timotei applied and interviewed for the job I left behind and he got it! He actually starts tomorrow and yours truly will be training him. I hope he enjoys working 10 hour shifts because I'm gonna whip that mo-fo, or "mother foolio," into prime number crunching shape.
- I finally went back to Disneyland yesterday! Erico Suave and MacArthur thought I had been away from it far too long and took me to see the 50th Anniversary stuff. I'd been away so long that I was actually excited to be there. They made some changes to the Jungle Cruise, Pirates, and Mansion (the coolest effect EVER!) and have new parades in both parks and a new fireworks show.
The new parades are nice. The Parade of Dreams does feel rather short, but I just thank the stars that its no longer the dreaded Parade of the Stars. The Block Party Bash is really fun and energetic, but I hate some of the music (Macarena? Hey Ya???). And the fireworks had some really great moments, but as a whole, I still prefer Believe. There's a really cool part that involves the Pirates of the Carribean music. And the coolest part was the Star Tours segment.
MacArthur even got into an argument with a bitch when the fireworks started. Everyone in front of us was standing up, so we decided to stand up in order to see. Well, this one bitch told us to sit down, but it would be entirely easier for her to just stand up. So she starts yelling, seriously, at MacArthur (who kept a calm demeanor) about how he doesn't have to be "so f***'n rude" and, and I'm not joking, "why you gotta be a bitch because you look like a bitch?" It's so funny what people think of at the spur of the moment just to try and top someone; especially when such a one is a ghetto skank ho bitch who look like a motha fuggin' skank ho slut bitch. Anyway, her family told her to knock it off and we had a good laugh afterward.
That's not the only instance of rudeness I encountered yesterday. While waiting to get dinner, I realized that people get all bent when it comes to food. In this case, and in many others, it's the fat white folk. They don't want anything to stand in the way of their carbs and will butt in, cut in, do whatever they want to get it. But that's only my experience.
Anyway, I guess that was more than enough useless info to create a blog. Would ya look at dat.
Ghetto super star,
Ricky
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Saturday, May 28, 2005
The Apple of My i
Well fellas, it's official. I am now a Mac user!
After much crap with my old PC (roughly 50 million start up issues and crashing problems), I said to it "Git the flook outta my hizzie fo shizzie!" and dropped kicked that motha out the window.
Actually I just gave it to Mother Routes and bought myself a brand new iMac G5! This baby, which I'm using right now to type this blog, is super fast, super sleek, super clean, and super duper. It's a freakin' amazing machine that's inherently fun to use.
Quite possibly my favorite feature is Dashboard, which puts all these useful little tools (called widgets) at your fingertips with the touch of a button. Ellvin Kelvin flew back home for the weekend and we tracked his flight using a widget. There's a widget that finds the lyrics to the current song playing in iTunes. And there's one that tells me what's on TV. No more frustration using TVguide.com and its crappy layout.
Of course, I'm still getting used to the new computer. I want to master all the keyboard shortcuts and utilize this baby to its fullest potential. I still have yet to play around with iPhoto, iMovie, iDVD, and Garage Band (which I doubt I'd use, but if you have an instrument and would like to record a song, come on by). The Mac came with built-in Bluetooth technology and Airport Extreme, so I would really like to use those as much as I can. I'm using the Bluetooth with my wireless keyboard and mouse. I can't wait to get an Airport Express to wireless connect to the internet and an iSight so I can video conference with Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend (she has one too).
My computer already has a name too! If you remember in Spring 2004 when I got my iPod, I spent a while finding the right name for it. I ended up naming it Pigwidgeon after Ron's little owl. Well, from Erico Suave's suggestion, my iMac's name is Errol (the Weasley family owl). My mouse's name is Scabbers. And my keyboard's name is Skeeter. I was toying around with the idea of naming it Fawkes, but that name seems more fitting for a PowerBook (hint hint wink wink).
All in all, this computer was totally worth the money ($1,700) and looks damn sharp on my computer desk. I love it and am so glad I made the switch, amidst some opposition from PC enthusiasts, and think I'll be a healthy Mac user for quite some time.
Virus and venereal disease free,
Ricky
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Well fellas, it's official. I am now a Mac user!
After much crap with my old PC (roughly 50 million start up issues and crashing problems), I said to it "Git the flook outta my hizzie fo shizzie!" and dropped kicked that motha out the window.
Actually I just gave it to Mother Routes and bought myself a brand new iMac G5! This baby, which I'm using right now to type this blog, is super fast, super sleek, super clean, and super duper. It's a freakin' amazing machine that's inherently fun to use.
Quite possibly my favorite feature is Dashboard, which puts all these useful little tools (called widgets) at your fingertips with the touch of a button. Ellvin Kelvin flew back home for the weekend and we tracked his flight using a widget. There's a widget that finds the lyrics to the current song playing in iTunes. And there's one that tells me what's on TV. No more frustration using TVguide.com and its crappy layout.
Of course, I'm still getting used to the new computer. I want to master all the keyboard shortcuts and utilize this baby to its fullest potential. I still have yet to play around with iPhoto, iMovie, iDVD, and Garage Band (which I doubt I'd use, but if you have an instrument and would like to record a song, come on by). The Mac came with built-in Bluetooth technology and Airport Extreme, so I would really like to use those as much as I can. I'm using the Bluetooth with my wireless keyboard and mouse. I can't wait to get an Airport Express to wireless connect to the internet and an iSight so I can video conference with Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend (she has one too).
My computer already has a name too! If you remember in Spring 2004 when I got my iPod, I spent a while finding the right name for it. I ended up naming it Pigwidgeon after Ron's little owl. Well, from Erico Suave's suggestion, my iMac's name is Errol (the Weasley family owl). My mouse's name is Scabbers. And my keyboard's name is Skeeter. I was toying around with the idea of naming it Fawkes, but that name seems more fitting for a PowerBook (hint hint wink wink).
All in all, this computer was totally worth the money ($1,700) and looks damn sharp on my computer desk. I love it and am so glad I made the switch, amidst some opposition from PC enthusiasts, and think I'll be a healthy Mac user for quite some time.
Virus and venereal disease free,
Ricky
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Saturday, May 21, 2005
That Summertime Feeling
I'm not ready for summer. This whole heat thing does not suit me well. I'm not ready for the whole driving in the car and your sweaty back sticking to the leather seat thing. I'm not ready for that forever uncomfortable feeling in your feet when they're neither hot nor cold and you just want to chop them off with a machete.
You see, when you're out of school, summer doesn't matter. Summer is just the same as winter, but it sucks because it's hot. You can't sip hot chocolate anymore, no sir! You can't bundle up all warm in your blanket, no Bob! It's naked time for you and you know what? YOU'RE STILL MOTHER FREAKIN' HOT!
Well, there wasn't really a point to this blog except to bitch about the sun and all its burnination. But heed this warning:
Summer dons the perils of winter solely for the purposes of dawn's day black, yet winter in its fall forgoes the shallow nature of all its wonderment and spawns frayed hacks from their careless souls.
If you're able to decipher that riddle I just pulled outta my ass, then you sir are not human.
Oh and by the way, I need someone to go with me to The Get Up Kids Farewell Concert in two weeks. Any takers?
Poetic and pedantic,
Ricky
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I'm not ready for summer. This whole heat thing does not suit me well. I'm not ready for the whole driving in the car and your sweaty back sticking to the leather seat thing. I'm not ready for that forever uncomfortable feeling in your feet when they're neither hot nor cold and you just want to chop them off with a machete.
You see, when you're out of school, summer doesn't matter. Summer is just the same as winter, but it sucks because it's hot. You can't sip hot chocolate anymore, no sir! You can't bundle up all warm in your blanket, no Bob! It's naked time for you and you know what? YOU'RE STILL MOTHER FREAKIN' HOT!
Well, there wasn't really a point to this blog except to bitch about the sun and all its burnination. But heed this warning:
Summer dons the perils of winter solely for the purposes of dawn's day black, yet winter in its fall forgoes the shallow nature of all its wonderment and spawns frayed hacks from their careless souls.
If you're able to decipher that riddle I just pulled outta my ass, then you sir are not human.
Oh and by the way, I need someone to go with me to The Get Up Kids Farewell Concert in two weeks. Any takers?
Poetic and pedantic,
Ricky
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Foul Bowels
I love to start stories with pleasant news and then lure readers into just the thing they never want to read; especially when they're probably eating some nice Jello pudding at the computer.
But let's just get to the nitty gritty (or should I say "nutty" gritty). I'm kidding. It's nothing like that. No, I didn't have corny or nutty poop (nor sesame seedy). I'll save that story for another time. At work, I had to take this masterful dump and Lord knows that I only take a No. 2 at work if it's already basically half way out my patoots.
So there I was, in one of the three toilet stalls in the bathroom. Then, two co-workers entered, talking about stuff. I held my stance waiting for them to leave, but noticed them taking seats in the other two stalls. It was actually my first time involved in what is known as "A Triple Shit."
Now, when I'm on a public John, I try my damndest to not make a toot. I'll hold that sucker in till I'm all alone before I let it crank. Apparently my talkative co-wo's don't believe that same philosophy, "Toot around others as you would like to be tooted on" (I think that's how it goes). These two guys next to me were unleashing every possible fart you can imagine; high pitched, low pitched, long pitched, short and concise, watery, peep, splattered, quacky, you name it.
It goes without saying that I wasn't part of that Triple Shit for long. I had to break the trio and run for fresh air.
Now, for that pleasant news. I suppose it's only pleasant for those who bought tickets with me. After 4 months of planning, I've completely completed the Wicked Group Ticket transaction with the nice people at the Pantages.
So everyone has paid except for Prisoner Tribbiani who will pay me when he's back in California. There are a ton of us going, so hopefully I'll get a big group shot in front of the theater. And I really had a great time organizing this. It was pretty easy. I think I'll be organizing a group outing to see Prisoner Tribbiani when he tours the country in Thoroughly Modern Millie!
Boe-doe-ee-doe,
Ricky
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I love to start stories with pleasant news and then lure readers into just the thing they never want to read; especially when they're probably eating some nice Jello pudding at the computer.
But let's just get to the nitty gritty (or should I say "nutty" gritty). I'm kidding. It's nothing like that. No, I didn't have corny or nutty poop (nor sesame seedy). I'll save that story for another time. At work, I had to take this masterful dump and Lord knows that I only take a No. 2 at work if it's already basically half way out my patoots.
So there I was, in one of the three toilet stalls in the bathroom. Then, two co-workers entered, talking about stuff. I held my stance waiting for them to leave, but noticed them taking seats in the other two stalls. It was actually my first time involved in what is known as "A Triple Shit."
Now, when I'm on a public John, I try my damndest to not make a toot. I'll hold that sucker in till I'm all alone before I let it crank. Apparently my talkative co-wo's don't believe that same philosophy, "Toot around others as you would like to be tooted on" (I think that's how it goes). These two guys next to me were unleashing every possible fart you can imagine; high pitched, low pitched, long pitched, short and concise, watery, peep, splattered, quacky, you name it.
It goes without saying that I wasn't part of that Triple Shit for long. I had to break the trio and run for fresh air.
Now, for that pleasant news. I suppose it's only pleasant for those who bought tickets with me. After 4 months of planning, I've completely completed the Wicked Group Ticket transaction with the nice people at the Pantages.
So everyone has paid except for Prisoner Tribbiani who will pay me when he's back in California. There are a ton of us going, so hopefully I'll get a big group shot in front of the theater. And I really had a great time organizing this. It was pretty easy. I think I'll be organizing a group outing to see Prisoner Tribbiani when he tours the country in Thoroughly Modern Millie!
Boe-doe-ee-doe,
Ricky
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
Dancing For Pennies in the Street
For those of you who don't know, I am now a fully exempt employee at my company. At the end of the month, I will be taking over Co-worker Mike's job as he goes off to earn his MBA. My new position is Competitive Analyst and with that new title, I will also be getting benefits, vacation time, and a bump in salary (actually, it'll be a true salary!).
Right now, I don't really know exactly what I'll be doing. I know I'll be tackling some market research for the company, but there are other little tasks that I will be inheriting, such as writing product descriptions.
It's an exciting time right now for me because this job can open up some additional opportunities. For starters, I am going to have to take the Series 6 exam. A Series 7 would qualify me for bigger careers. I'm also considering getting my MBA. The company will reimburse me for some of the school fees. And, well, you know, all this scares me.
I just really hope I don't let anyone down if this job is too much for me to chew. I know that my new manager is very fond of Co-worker Mike (he's also much loved by the entire company), so I have entirely too big of shoes to fill. But I will do my best, naturally.
Moving to older news, many of you already know that Granny K took a terrifying fall last Sunday night. She tripped and hit her head on the tile floor. Thankfully she's alright (after a all-night check up at the emergency room).
And lastly, summer is approaching and you know what that means! Well, nothing terribly exciting. I just got my hair cut short again.
I'm not sure if I like it. I was getting really sick of my long hair and always slicking it back each morning, but now it looks like every other asian guy's hair. I guess I should expect to be called "Dang" again this summer.
Workin' the combover,
Ricky
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For those of you who don't know, I am now a fully exempt employee at my company. At the end of the month, I will be taking over Co-worker Mike's job as he goes off to earn his MBA. My new position is Competitive Analyst and with that new title, I will also be getting benefits, vacation time, and a bump in salary (actually, it'll be a true salary!).
Right now, I don't really know exactly what I'll be doing. I know I'll be tackling some market research for the company, but there are other little tasks that I will be inheriting, such as writing product descriptions.
It's an exciting time right now for me because this job can open up some additional opportunities. For starters, I am going to have to take the Series 6 exam. A Series 7 would qualify me for bigger careers. I'm also considering getting my MBA. The company will reimburse me for some of the school fees. And, well, you know, all this scares me.
I just really hope I don't let anyone down if this job is too much for me to chew. I know that my new manager is very fond of Co-worker Mike (he's also much loved by the entire company), so I have entirely too big of shoes to fill. But I will do my best, naturally.
Moving to older news, many of you already know that Granny K took a terrifying fall last Sunday night. She tripped and hit her head on the tile floor. Thankfully she's alright (after a all-night check up at the emergency room).
And lastly, summer is approaching and you know what that means! Well, nothing terribly exciting. I just got my hair cut short again.
I'm not sure if I like it. I was getting really sick of my long hair and always slicking it back each morning, but now it looks like every other asian guy's hair. I guess I should expect to be called "Dang" again this summer.
Workin' the combover,
Ricky
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
Muqin
Tis ye grand ol' day of the mothers and those women in our lives who are motherly and guiding. So why is Mother Routes all stressed at the moment?
Probably because we're late for the grand ol' ye Mother's Day family hoopity-doopla party palooza. Yeah, it's a potluck and we don't know what we're bringing yet.
I feel kinda bad. Last year, I did this big ol' shoppapalooza cake and flower bit for my co-worker "mothers," but this year, I didn't do anything. Well, I guess it's good to stop at the second year, otherwise it's assumed that my giving is a tradition. And I wouldn't want that!
But even for my mother mother, I wanted to do something big (ol'), or just anything for today. I never really got a chance to think up something (something about interview prep that occupied my time and nerves). But in the Vons ad today, I saw that they had flower arrangements starting at $30, so I stopped by to see what I could fetch. Apparently everyone had the same idea because they had absolutely nothing (except for this very small, very crappy flower/weed arrangement in a dinky dog-bowlish looking pot). So I figure we'll just take her and the family to Lucille's BBQ House again. Love dem ribs!
Zi zian,
Ricky
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Tis ye grand ol' day of the mothers and those women in our lives who are motherly and guiding. So why is Mother Routes all stressed at the moment?
Probably because we're late for the grand ol' ye Mother's Day family hoopity-doopla party palooza. Yeah, it's a potluck and we don't know what we're bringing yet.
I feel kinda bad. Last year, I did this big ol' shoppapalooza cake and flower bit for my co-worker "mothers," but this year, I didn't do anything. Well, I guess it's good to stop at the second year, otherwise it's assumed that my giving is a tradition. And I wouldn't want that!
But even for my mother mother, I wanted to do something big (ol'), or just anything for today. I never really got a chance to think up something (something about interview prep that occupied my time and nerves). But in the Vons ad today, I saw that they had flower arrangements starting at $30, so I stopped by to see what I could fetch. Apparently everyone had the same idea because they had absolutely nothing (except for this very small, very crappy flower/weed arrangement in a dinky dog-bowlish looking pot). So I figure we'll just take her and the family to Lucille's BBQ House again. Love dem ribs!
Zi zian,
Ricky
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
ViveViveVive
I wish everyday were 05-05-05! Then I wouldn't age a bit and years from now, I'll still look like I'm 14!
Today is a very special day because the title of this blog has two meanings! Firstly, "ViveViveVive" kinda sounds like you're saying "five-five-five," but really fast. Secondly, "ViveViveVive" could possibly mean "LiveLiveLive" for all my Mexican homies who are celebrating their five of May! You know who you are. If you don't, just say the name "Hubert" and you'll know...
Anyway, Disneyland kicked off their 50th Anniversary celebration today! Too bad I couldn't go because I had a job interview!!! Yes, and funny story too.
So earlier this week I got a call from the HR woman who asked me to schedule my interview. Not thinking that I had ANYTHING planned for the week, because I never do, I said "any time." She gave me Thursday (today) at 2pm. So I went to schedule it into my Outlook calender only to find that, of all days, I had a luncheon with my big big boss for his 20th Anniversary to attend. But since the lunch was scheduled to end at 1:45pm, I figured it was enough time to get back for the interview.
So today, I went to the luncheon. It so happened that the chosen restaurant was all the way across town and by bus, it took 30 minutes to get there. And at lunch, it took forever for our food to come. Long story short, by the time lunch ended, I had 15 minutes to get to my interview. My current boss offered to give me a ride.
But wouldn't you know it? We hit every conceivable red light. Then, after my boss dropped me off at the front of the building, I ran to the elevator. The doors were just starting to close when a security guard yelled my name. So I turned to answer, but I saw that he was calling out to his friend of the same name! And that's when the elevator doors shut.
Condensed story shorter, I got to the interview with 2 minutes to spare.
Well anyway, the interview went pretty well. They're going to interview some other external candidates before making a final decision.
I've got a lot on the line with this job. If I get the job, I'm splurging and buying the new iMac G5. If I don't get it, I'll settle for the Mac Mini. Either way, I'm switching to Apple.
BTW, it's Psyman's birthday today. If you see him, wish him a nice day.
Life begins anew!
Ricky
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I wish everyday were 05-05-05! Then I wouldn't age a bit and years from now, I'll still look like I'm 14!
Today is a very special day because the title of this blog has two meanings! Firstly, "ViveViveVive" kinda sounds like you're saying "five-five-five," but really fast. Secondly, "ViveViveVive" could possibly mean "LiveLiveLive" for all my Mexican homies who are celebrating their five of May! You know who you are. If you don't, just say the name "Hubert" and you'll know...
Anyway, Disneyland kicked off their 50th Anniversary celebration today! Too bad I couldn't go because I had a job interview!!! Yes, and funny story too.
So earlier this week I got a call from the HR woman who asked me to schedule my interview. Not thinking that I had ANYTHING planned for the week, because I never do, I said "any time." She gave me Thursday (today) at 2pm. So I went to schedule it into my Outlook calender only to find that, of all days, I had a luncheon with my big big boss for his 20th Anniversary to attend. But since the lunch was scheduled to end at 1:45pm, I figured it was enough time to get back for the interview.
So today, I went to the luncheon. It so happened that the chosen restaurant was all the way across town and by bus, it took 30 minutes to get there. And at lunch, it took forever for our food to come. Long story short, by the time lunch ended, I had 15 minutes to get to my interview. My current boss offered to give me a ride.
But wouldn't you know it? We hit every conceivable red light. Then, after my boss dropped me off at the front of the building, I ran to the elevator. The doors were just starting to close when a security guard yelled my name. So I turned to answer, but I saw that he was calling out to his friend of the same name! And that's when the elevator doors shut.
Condensed story shorter, I got to the interview with 2 minutes to spare.
Well anyway, the interview went pretty well. They're going to interview some other external candidates before making a final decision.
I've got a lot on the line with this job. If I get the job, I'm splurging and buying the new iMac G5. If I don't get it, I'll settle for the Mac Mini. Either way, I'm switching to Apple.
BTW, it's Psyman's birthday today. If you see him, wish him a nice day.
Life begins anew!
Ricky
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