Drive

I wrote once about Michael Schumacher briefly. I never mentioned how he got to that position; of being Ferrari's guy. Too keep it short, by being the best anyone has ever seen. This isn't going to be a persuasive essay of me giving you reasons why. Look up his records yourself, research the era he raced in, make up your own opinion whether he was, or his team was, or even the tires he was using were. Don't care really.

Right now, as I am writing this, Schumacher is in a coma. Reports are that, he suffered a major head injury while skiing in the Alps. I'll be hoping for his recovery.

In appreciation

I really think what the Spanish language did with question marks and exclamation points is super amazing. The idea of this is that it gives the reader time to properly react, when reading it out loud or even in your head! Notice that the last semi english sentence featured an exclamation point, you probably had to re-read the sentence to have an accurate sense of the feeling i was writing. If you had the notice of the upside down exclamation point in the beginning of the sentence you would need to re-read that thing. I wonder if speech writers or teleprompters do anything different.

Happy holidays western hemisphere!!!!

Haha

I totally accidentally sent that shit out. I wanted to write some more but what ever. Is that one word or two?

God damn changes

Honestly i am not a religious person. I don't know how you thought that or i thought that. I never believed in one sect being right. They could all be right. They all could be wrong.

They couldn't all be wrong though, they all have some important foundation that we all could learn from.

But really, i don't know. I never knew. About anything really. I always thought that there was a possibility that i could be wrong. The coin lands on heads, there might have been a chance of a bad flip, lets redo it until we are satisfied that we fail.

Do i see failure as a chance of improvement? No. It's just the norm that i live with as eternal as a sun rise, as regular as falling rain.

Waiting for a haircut

Hair grows. Did you know that? So once in a while, it is decided that it is too long and needs to be cut. The longness, once unmanageable is brought to barber shops and salons. At these places, there are professionals at are designed to cut hair in a fashion that is acceptable. Sometimes there is a wait. If you refuse to wait and leave, avoiding the hair cut, your hair will only grow longer. The double edged sword of todays fast moving society.

Am I getting faster?

On average, probably not, but compared to, let's say, six months ago, I would definitely make that claim. I really am focused on bettering myself currently. I am even watching the food that I eat. While I may be able to have junk food, every once in a while, I never crave it. Yesterday, I was doing a three cone drill, fun stuff. I am down to 194 from 202 two months ago. Probably the first time in my life on consistent weight loss.

Here's a fun graph I saw today:

Wallpaper story time.

This is my wallpaper.

What you see here is someone's hard work going to waste, frustration, the inability to overcome the defined hierarchy.

The day was May 12, 2002, coincidentally my birthday. The track was the A-1 Ring in Austria. The person driving the car in the distant right is Rubens Barrichello. In the center of the picture, within the light of the film deformity is Michael Schumacher. This is the end of the race, Barrichello was just passed by Schumacher. Up until that point Barrichello was running flawlessly. He qualified first, and lead through much of the race. Without question, he was going to win, but under the circumstances, this was never going to happen.

Unwieldily Bed Sheet Eternal

So I was changing my bed sheets yesterday, when i got to the corner. I was ready for the final fitting. I was like, 'Just find a corner and put it on, it's a fifty-fifty change to get it... Nope wrong again.' You'd think you'll get it at least once in a while, nooooo... Bed sheets defy probability. Laying a rectangle on top of another rectangle? Your hot dog will mix with your hamburger. If Vegas had prop bets on people putting sheets on bed, they have to pay 15 to one at least.

Someone should design bed sheets that identifies the long and short side, or better yet, someone should make a square bed. I'd sleep just fine on a square bed, especially when I won't have to worry about matching the right corner of the sheet to the right corner of the bed.

Was it suppose to happen like that

Was it suppose to happen like anything? Like titling post with questions without question marks. Writing in fragments. Starting the majority of your sentences with double-u's. Nothing makes sense, nothing at all. Your brain is just playing tricks on you. Things happen not because of matrices of logic trees pointed it to be the outcome. Fuck the math and science, they happen because they do. Were you power less to not effect the outcome? Choosing to do nothing. There I go again using W's.

Before I Forget

Oh yeah, August, I always forget about you. Cool pants, the color hides the shortness of your legs. Not that short legs are anything bad, it's just not a part of the western ideals of beauty. So, being as you are, thirty-one days long, why does it always feel like you are moving at a million miles an hour? Shit man, everyone loves you, you don't need to be working that fast, just relax. Huh... So I hear you'll be going out of the country once the month is over, Europe or something. Well, have fun. We'll miss you of course. The next few months won't be the same. Remember you are always welcome here. See you next year, we'll be older, things may be different, but you will always be so great. Thanks again for coming along.

Food Reviews of a Pot Luck That Happened in The Past

Steak
This cut of beef was grilled before I arrived. I do not know much about the origins of this meat. The things that I do know are; that it is beef, and it was pre-cut into generous bit sized pieces. The cutting of the steak was smart, perfectly suited for the party conditions during which it was consumed. Slight flavoring was added to the beef. An onion salt rub was added to the exterior of the steak. This rub added a bit of adventure without drowning the natural flavors of the beef.

Short Ribs
After seeing this dish, I knew it was going to be hard for those on diets to keep their willpower. No bones about it, this dish was fatty goodness. The fat deposits which congealed in-between the muscle fibers of the rib had melted during its exposure to the open grill, unlocking it savory flavor. The Korean marinade contributed a tangy taste, only enhancing it further. The meat was properly prepared. The tenderness was expected of short ribs, a slight pull was necessary to separate the meat bonds, though not at all distracting to the joys of eating it.

Spring Mix Salad with Strawberries and Poppy-Seed Dressing
This dish was the only to feature all four tastes; sweet, sour, savory, and bitter. Despite the name spring mix, one could argue that this dish represented all four seasons; the sweetness of summer, the savory beginnings of spring, the sour transition of autumn, and the bitter cold of winter. The fatal flaw of this dish reveals itself after one finishes it. Tongues sweep across both sides of both rows of teeth, desperate to pick up the remnants of poppy-seed, strawberry bit, and leafy greens hidden in plain sight, radiating the sign of eatery embarrassment.

Curry
A brown curry still warm was delivered in a six quart cylindrical pot. The protein of this dish was bits of chicken and shrimp. Vegetables were also added to the concoction. The specific names of the vegetables have been forgotten in the last two days, as such, this portion of the dish was not remember-able. There was a spiciness to this course. If on an American Thai restaurant star-heat scale this would be a three, not that spicy. And it wasn't that spicy. The heat amount brought a good balance of excitement, and general eating consumption.

Chinese BBQ Pork
I think I had this before? This thing was painted red, that can't be right? I was damn good though. All of the fatty bits were full of flavor. And what do you know? This thing was delicious as a side to rice. I think there was some type of yellow sauce that came with it. Hot mustard they said. Didn't try it though, too busy eating pork.

Chicken Adobo
Classic adobo flavor. The chicken was soft and was easily manipulated by the pointed prongs of my fork. The tender flesh resisted only for a moment as my prong pushed into its meaty surface. Succumbing to it's true nature, the chicken could no longer deny my utensil. It spread its flesh, as my fork penetrated deep to create an almost air tight opening. Now bonded so firmly, the chicken piece is guided to me; and in an instant consumed whole.

Choco-Taco
Get this, it's like a taco, but it's ice cream! Who invented this thing? Genius! Instead of a tortilla, you get a waffle cone shell. (But wait wait wait! The 'cone' is not actually a cone, it's shaped like a taco shell!!!! You get it?!?!). The 'meat' of this 'taco' is ice cream! This particular one that I had was chocolate, I am guessing that's equivalent to that ground taco beef. (Strawberry would be pork, Vanilla would be chicken, and shrimp would be shrimp). The taco is then topped with chocolate, peanuts, and more chocolate and peanuts. Delicious! And the perfect food while driving, as well.

Waffles
This dish ranks among the most versatile of the day. The culinary personification of WD-40. It could be use as a side to compliment any of the other dishes or could be eaten as a dish on its own. Add a splash of un-splashable maple syrup and unsalted butter or whipped cream and berries, or even ice cream makes for one dish you would not regret taking to your concubine.

Potato Salad
I found this potato salad to be very potatoey. Less in content of egg and more in the starchiness of potato. The flavors are traditional 1960's Americana. Once placed on the tongue, an acid trip erupts into your frontal lobe of red and white plaid picnic blankets, plastic framed glasses, and middle eastern unrest.

Dutch Apple Pie
I had a dream that one day an oven would reach 400 degrees Fahrenheit, and carry with it a round discus of pastry crust and spiced apple slices.
I had a dream that one day cinnamon coated graham cracker bits would rain down on top of a warm pool of melted semi-solid granny smith flesh.
I had a dream that one day a scoop of cold vanilla ice cream would be served next to a freshly baked pastry while the French would scream "A la mode" "A la mode" 
I had a dream that one day the pie would be distributed equally amongst all people with the accuracy of a forth grade mathematics classroom learning fractions.
I had this dream and this dream was Sunday. Too bad I didn't get any pie.

Plain walking

Small bag of peanut
Squeezed inside a plastic bag
Roasted with honey

Hard mini pretzels
Broken from repeat contact
Expires next year

Man in a long tube
Flanked by two large triangles
Traveling through air

The rows are numbered
While the seated are lettered
Alphanuprison

Darkness appears east
A glowing sphere lowers west
Man stuck in-between

The in flight movie
Places hollywoods finest
In eyes not seeing

Plastic tray table
Holding my spinach salad
Stained from vomit past.

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Writing with a pug on my stomach

Happy Birthday. This one's for you and damn you have gotten older. How long has it been seen your last birthday? Three years or something? Well, once the sky clears up you won't have any problem getting power for your solar panels. Living completely off the grid was your goal, and you accomplished it.

You know I titled this, correct? Well, this pug here just kinda nudged his head into my stomach, to find a more comfortable placement. It was very human like.

Waxing and Waiting

I think the moon is just about half right now. Not that I just know that off hand, I had to look it up in one of those moon phase things, after searching those things are called a moon calendar. But what an I talking about the moon for? I haven't remembered a moon in weeks, and really I'm just saying that because I can't remember the last moon I remembered. From that calendar the moon's getting bigger. From time to time I wonder why the moon stops growing at full circle. Why doesn't it just keep on going? Astronomy doesn't interest me that much, you probably can tell, the earth was the dd but got totally wasted.

NIghtmares of confusion.

Waking in a cold sweat. The last thing I remember is pounding my fist to the ground while yelling, "mother fucker, mother fucker". This was after I somehow got away from them. Walking was an option, but it seemed no matter how many steps I took, at what ever pace I tried, I couldn't get away fast enough to shield everyone from the explosion. What I had done was expressing your emotion upon having your heart sink. Like two atoms fusing together, moments later separating in spectacular form. I just saw the girl I thought I was over, hug her arms around the shoulders of a man I wish I were.

Keyboards for LG Smart TV.

Targeted text. Getting them google hits.Yeah the Logitech K400 keyboard works, but was that the real reason you came here? Go and try the watch the water fall outside. You can't. You know why? Cause it ain't raining. And that's the only reason water should be fallen from the sky, right? True. That home button on the keyboard don't work right though. Space brings up the button quick launch bar. Space, the final frontier? How bout we finish the frontier in front of us first before we bring up something else. None of them top shortcut keys work. Music, hum to yourself. House, get the fuck out of here you bum. Padlock, you never owned your car. That circle thing with the line representing a hair, better take some minimalist art classes. But honestly, you never needed those keys, just love.

That FN buttons pretty fuckin tight. It's in the wrong location. Do I really need to explain to you why it's in the wrong location? That bitch made me stretch my pinky all the way to the corner, to get some control. Fuck that. Give me Lenovo Thinkpad Classic Keyboard, or gives me death. I be already die. Rolling double fours. Should've took that sucker bet.

There ain't no pointin stick, nub, clit mouse, trackpoint here. There's only a track pad. The thing with a track pad is, idiots can use it. It takes no time to learn, they just move there finger that has been up their ass for 21 years and that cursor moves with it. The idiot box, mirroring the commands from its idiot master.

Two mouse buttons, right click don't do shit. I guess they aren't mouse buttons though. They aren't on a mouse. So just Left click button, and right click button. and the right click button doesn't work. The right click got injured on the job and is collecting workers comp, but he's going snowboarding this weekend, that cheating bastard.

The joys of a rubber dome. Typical qwerty, making me move my wrist since my ring finger is so fucking longer than my pinky. Pinky never got your digits.

Growing older, the only way to grow

At my advanced age, I no longer enjoy sleeping in. I sleep out. Instead of sleeping past the morning hours, I sleep just as the night begins.

Coat Hanger Material Tier List

S: Wood
B: Plastic
C: Metal

Pseudo reluctances of delaying your decisions.

There was always something creative that I wanted to do, but never got around to do it. I think it would be a good idea, but i never sat down and tried. Will i ever do it? Maybe when I'm 40 and it wouldn't mean as much.