Because I know there’s more.
Feb 28th 2007steak_girlTidbits
Dear god, will this server moving business ever end? I don’t know why I’m making it this hard. Hopefully after this move, I will not have to touch this crap for another bajillion years to come. I think the new host is faster but I could be imagining things.
Feb 28th 2007steak_girlTidbits
When you get back from an awesome but tiring evening of night skiing and you’re exhausted beyond your own comprehension, don’t try to move your blog database. Those that tried to check out this site between midnight and this morning probably got a chance to behold the awe and wonder of that move (to the Land of WTF!?). I’ll stop trying to move my blog while my body shutdown so hard that my brain went along with it…I’ll just opt to wait till I’m drunk off my ass to try moving again. Love you all, I hope we never part from each other again - at least not from my own sheer stupidity.
Feb 27th 2007steak_girlDaily
I think my left thigh is getting bigger than my right thigh…I’m a goofy-footed snowboarder, which means most of my weight is supported by my left leg, so it’s kind of hard to strike a balanced workout. It’s entirely possible that I’m imagining this Akira affect, but I’d just like to point it out anyways. The good thing is, this might offset my amazing bulging programmer’s right mouse arm.
Yesterday, a gay coworker of mine stopped by my cube and handed me a coupon and asked me, “Do you think you could use this? Because I most certainly can’t.” I looked at the card and it’s a Victoria Secret coupon for a free panty and bra discount. I thanked him. He looked a little distraught by it and said, “I don’t know why they keep sending me this stuff!?” I asked him, “Maybe your partner is doing the boyfriend thing where they subscribe to their catalog with their significant other’s name?” It’s possible that his boyfriend is having some strange nervous hetero male tick, but he didn’t seem to think so. Oh, and for you men out there that subscribe to VS with their girlfriends’ info, we’re onto you. We know VS didn’t get our address by reading tea leaves.
Know what could turn a perfectly sweet and thoughtful guy to an evil asshole? Take them out of their comfort zone. Hurt them. My buddy JC is one of the sweetest guy I know of. Last night, as we were leaving karate class, he had this evil grin on his face and said, “I’m so happy someone else got to experience Sensei’s sadistic push-up routine.” I thanked him for sharing his pain with me. Bastard! Ugh, right now, I can’t tell if I feel like someone punched me squarely in the back, or if I need someone to punch me in the back.
Feb 25th 2007steak_girlSnowboarding & Daily
I consider myself an intermediate snowboarder, when I’m on the slopes I stick with the blue runs and I know I’ll have a cruising sweet time. Whenever the lifts go over the tree areas, I see people boarding in there, I think, “Those crazy fuckers they’re going to break their stupid necks.” As with the trend in my life where I call people, silly or stupid, I inevitably fall into that category - I am a crazy fucker.
I went boarding with my sister’s boyfriend, Chris, today and the guy being a damned good rider took me riding in the tree area. According to him, riding in the trees was “the best”. I was partially convinced my sister has ordered him to kill me and leave my corpse for the crows, I even announced that to people riding the lift with us. Hey, I’m not going to let those murdering bastards get away that easy! He chose spots with sparsely populated trees since I was new to it. After our first run through the trees, I thought, “Holy hell, where have these trees been all my life?” Riding in the tree area adds a certain element of obstacle course challenge and there is true powder galore. If you haven’t boarded amongst the trees, go now, stop what you’re doing and get in there. If you’ve never boarded, go take a lesson, go up the rope tow a couple times and get in the trees already!
Ever question decisions you’ve made? Advice you’ve given? Up until a couple months ago, I’ve been haunted by an advice I’ve given my sister. A couple years ago, when she had been dating her last boyfriend for about a week or so, she called me up one night and told me, “Guess what? We’re running off to Vegas to get married. I just want you to be the first to know.” It was about
After the break-up, she told me they would have seriously gotten married if she didn’t promise me to wait. She seemed convinced that despite the breakup, if they got married while things were good, the guy would have made good on his vows and treated her well. I felt so guilty, while I felt like her not marrying the guy was for the best, I still wondered if maybe I should have let her live her life. It got even harder when she had been single for about a year (record single time for her since she was 16) and she would sometimes ask me in drunken sadness, “Sister, do you think we’ll ever find the right guys for us?” I replied, “Sister, we’re two of the most blessed people I know of, we have so much to be thankful for and I know we’ll still have much more to come. I don’t think we’re meant to die alone.” She wasn’t too convinced. The question came more and more frequently the longer she was single. I felt worse and worse each time. After a while, I was convinced I might have ruined my sister’s life.
Then she met Chris. Chris loves her in the way that I’ve always wished someone would love her. He talks about her with googlie-eyed sappiness like she is his moon and stars. She seems really happy with him. Now whether or not this relationship lasts, I’m damned happy to not have to feel so guilty anymore, and I’m just so grateful to see my sister happy. She ran into the ex while she was out with Chris recently, she told me the feeling is gone and she’s happy with Chris.
I said all that to say - hawt damned, if I didn’t break that shit up, I would’ve lost an awesome tree boarding buddy.
Feb 24th 2007steak_girlDaily
Congratulations to me, if you are seeing this page, it means I’ve managed to upgrade to WordPress 2.1 and not have fucked everything up. I’m hoping this version is a little more stable than the last one, because although 2.0 has served me well, it would randomly decide to not load up my page and display all sorts of database errors. This is probably a sign that my web hosting company sucks, but since it’s a bit more of a pain to switch hosting company for me, I’ve decided to blame WordPress.
In upgrading the site, I had to DELETE a good chunk of my files and folders, this is a bit scary. Don’t I do programming of some sort? Yes, I am indeed a code monkey which is probably the only reason why I’ve got iron balls capable of jumping into other people’s code when I have not a clue what’s going on, but web coding is different (okay, it’s not coding so much as deleting and dropping files, but that’s still creepy). Still, I figured if I completely botch the upgrade, I’ll just post a picture of this kitty (photo courtesy of Arbroath) and call it done…
You guys were this close to not having to listen to me ramble again.
Edit: Ack! I’ve lost my auto-format page!
Edit some more: Yay! Found it…minor upgrade woes, trying to figure out where everything went.
Edit to death: Okay, yeah, it’s my hosting company. I’m going with a different hosting company starting tomorrow. Let’s hope the move to a new server goes well.
Feb 20th 2007steak_girlSnowboarding & Daily
This morning, I woke up, checked a couple websites and fell violently ill. I immediately sent message to work that I could not possibly make it in today due to my illness. I knew the cure to my ailments and it could only be provided by a certain shaman-type sitting on top of Skyline Express.
A few posts ago, I’ve pledged my undying love to you all until June, but apparently the season has turned. It’s interesting how I’ve been praying and praying for snow, but the slope was only getting icier and icier…soon as I make a little blog post about the sad state of snow condition, bam, SNOW! I think God has stopped listening to my prayer and He’s only reading about it in my blog, I better make sure my RSS feed is working correctly. Oh and God, if you’re reading this, I would like a few million bucks, a ball of cocaine (non-cut please), an environment friendly Land Cruiser and a free trip to Mount Everest, that’s all, love you…wait I almost forgot, and whirled peas.
As I was driving to the pass, I text messaged my sister’s boyfriend to see if he was heading up. We’ve made a pact to encourage each other to board on powder days.
Me: Call in sick. I’m off to Stevens.
Chris: You and Kevin are killing me! We had a big server crash yesterday so I’m stuck working.
Me: Awww, poor Chris. Where’s Kevin?
Chris: He wanted to head to stevens also. Not sure if he went. 10 inches of powder! I may blow off Thursday and head up.
Me: 10? I saw 20 this morning.
Chris: Thanks for that. I think my day just got worse. Damn. I hope they get more.
Me: Yeah, I said that just to make you feel crappy. I’ve got a screen capture of that snow report.
Chris: Ya could you email that over.
Me: Oh that was my intention. ;-)
Chris: Punk.
Yes, I am going to that section of hell where they put all the people that taunt their friends on snow day. It’ll be a big party, all my friends will be there. Originally, when I took that screen capture, I had planned to use it in my blog to whine about how much life sucked and how I had to go to work with 20 inches (+9 inches from the day before) of fresh powder haunting me. While I was cropping that image, I realized how whiny I’ve gotten and how I really can’t deal with myself writing yet another bitch post – bitchin’ hell yeah, but not bitch. I did a quick cost analysis between how much I would hate myself if I didn’t go versus the amount of work I have left until the next deadline. I’m actually ahead in my task, so I didn’t feel so bad about taking the day off…if I was behind, I might hesitate a bit. I would seriously hate myself for at least the next entire week if I didn’t go.
In between calling in fake sick and taunting my friends, I figured I’ve got some bad karma coming my way. Then, I thought about how I didn’t kick a puppy today like I was planning to, and my showing enough discipline to refrain from committing a bad action should earn myself some good karma. I’m Chinese and part Buddhist, which makes me an expert on reading the karma chart. According to my chart, not kicking a puppy will transcend me to god-like status.
When I got to the pass, I found an awesome parking space near the front from some person that left early. There wasn’t any line for lift ticket, so I sauntered up to the ticket booth with a shit-eating grin on my face. The ticket lady smiled at me and said, “Hi. How may I help you?” I dug in my pocket and said, “Hi, I would like one…of nothing please. I can’t find my wallet.” She laughed while I started digging through my other five hundred pockets, damned ski jacket and its many pockets. Two guys approached so I moved aside to let them go first. I found my wallet and got back in line behind them. While I was waiting, this gorgeous tall blonde girl walked up to me and said, “Would you like a free lift ticket?” I looked at her and she had an unmarred peeled ticket stuck on her finger, and replied, “Really?” She smiled and said, “Yeah, I found this sliding around on the ground. It’s your lucky day.” I was dumbstruck for a moment then said, “Oh my God. Thanks so much. You’ve made my day.”
I can’t tell you how good of a day it was to board on 20+ inches of DRY POWDER. The fact that there wasn’t any line doesn’t hurt either:
Actually come to think about it, today was the best powder day I’ve seen since I’ve started boarding, talk about having a day that was beyond nice.
Feb 19th 2007steak_girlDaily
I woke up this morning with a master-plan to hang out with my best friend. I flaked out on him last night because I know when we hang out, there will be much drinking, but after a week of solid smashed-ness, I got really tired of my liver whining and quivering in fear whenever I mentioned “Going out.” So I called him at noon, thinking that would be a decent time to call someone on their day off.
Brian: This is Brian.
Me: Hey what are you up to this lovely morning…erm, afternoon.
Brian: Work.
Me: Awww, your team is working today?
Brian: Yeah, our team and one other team are here today.
Me: Aw, that sucks so bad. I wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch and maybe a movie.
Brian: Yeah, nope, I’m stuck at work.
Me: Dang it, and I was hoping we could look at some road bikes that you’ve been talking about and maybe go for a walk in the park too.
Brian: Thanks for telling me about more stuff that I’m missing out on.
Me: Yes, well, I’m just doing my part to make sure you feel crappy about your life.
Brian: You’re doing a great job.
Me: This is my new approach to feeling great about my life, it’s to make sure everyone else feels crappy about theirs.
There you have it. I’m having a great day already. I should give myself the rest of the day off and maybe reward myself with an ice cream cone, but maybe if I stop to push an old lady over, I can upgrade to a brownie sundae.
Feb 18th 2007steak_girlDaily
It is Chinese New Year! Fortune does not smile upon the wedded folks on our Lunar calendar. Bwa-ha-ha! For New Year, the adults give red envelop with lucky money to the children. In Chinese culture, you are considered a “child” until you are married. I think friends of the family are starting to get annoyed that all of us “kids”, even though we’re about to ready to have molds taken for our dentures, are not married. Far as I can see, getting married is just bad for the business; I’m up about 100 bucks at this point.
Last night was Jesse’s birthday eve. Needless to the say, the boy was given shots left and right until he had to outright reject them for fear of alcohol poisoning. Since he’s a giving kind of guy, he was giving free lap dances to all the ladies. Ladies, if you missed out on a free lap dance by our hot Latino boy, it is truly your loss. Oh, and he just hit the big three-oh so his joints are probably starting to go creaky, so future performances will no longer come with satisfaction guarantee.
Feb 17th 2007steak_girlDeath Metal & Daily
I missed Embalmed on Thursday! That was the band I wanted to see the most but I missed them. There was a line up of 5 bands so I assumed that they wouldn’t be the first band to go on, since they’re pretty good. What I didn’t know was, the other 3 bands were part of the Unleashed Tour, all of them are from Europe, so they went on last together. Oh well…the other bands were damned good. They even meet the Strong Bad standard for good death metal. At one point, Brian pointed out that the band that was on at that moment was his least favorite out of the line-up, and I said, “Really? Because I was thinking they’re great.” His reply, “Oh no, they’re great, they’re just my least favorite.” Wow. It’s so rare that we get a metal show with every single band being good. Usually in a line-up of 5 there are at least 2 that stink to high heaven and you kind of suffer through them (with a little help from Jager and PBR) to get to the final good band. Damn, I can’t say enough about how good they were. I guess in the end, it’s probably for the best that I didn’t I didn’t make it for Embalmed, because rocking to 5 awesome bands in a row would probably snap my neck clean off.
My neck still hasn’t quite reattached itself yet.
Last night I was feeling more a bad case of Friday than the previous week, but since I’ve already blown Dave off last week, I found it unforgivable to do it yet again. At some point, if you say you miss your buddy and you really want to hang out, you gotta suck it up and just go because words get cheap. I’m really glad I went because I enjoy the sound of my liver crying and sometimes I forget just how much I miss hanging out with someone until I’m with them. The only time I tend to blow friends off constantly is during the final crunch of my project. In fact, let me just say this now, if you’re my friend, I will be missing from June to August this year. I’m very sorry if you’re throwing yourself a birthday party, work will be kicking my ass. I’m even more sorry if you’re throwing yourself a wake, really I’d love to toast to your death if I could.
Oh and I also reserve all rights to disown friends and family during powder days. Still, for the remainder of this season, I doubt you’ll have to worry about my disowning you for that. It has been too damned warm. I was at my second home, REI the other day (I need some kind of REI patch, like a nicotine patch, but this simulates the feeling of euphoria from smelling new camping gear), and they’re already getting rid of all their winter inventory and selling swimsuits. REI is selling swimsuits in February in SEATTLE…if you want proof that global warming exists, that has to be it. Forget the weather channel, REI has magical weather scrying wizards to help figure out what they should stock up on…so swimsuits now would mean we should spackle on SPF 5000 and hope to not die a slow painful burning death.
Feb 16th 2007steak_girlTidbits
Oh…I hurt all over. I woke up with random bruises, my voice is shot, I’m partially deaf in both ears and my fricking neck feels broken. Signs of a fucking awesome metal show. I’ll upload some pictures from the Unleashed tour later.