It's been a hard days night.

So, here I sit.
At work.

On a Sunday.

At 9pm.

During Thanksgiving weekend.

Wow.

I've been at work since 8am.

I've been at work on Friday, the day AFTER Thanksgiving.
I worked on the following Saturday.

And I worked all day today up until this point.

I think I haven't been told to leave yet... because those who would tell me are too entrenched in their own last minute emergencies.

Ah. I stopped blogging because of another assignment.

Moving on, our company is in a bind because we have a deadline of Midnight Tonight, to submit digitally some type of report that somehow validates the way we do things.

I'm the guy that has to take the data they've been coming up with, so I can organize it in a way that other people can put it in pretty boxes to show we're legit.

So until that document goes flying, the data is still live, which means I'm on queue to go on air if/when the time comes.

But boy do I have to go to the bathroom.

If they end up not using my abilities after this 9:30pm mark, it's just more comp hours to tack on.

It will be weird to have left for work, no later than 8am this morning, and to not return until perhaps midnight. I'm sure other people have done this shift, but seeing as that it is not common for me, it exists as a curious anomaly.

I really want to go to the bathroom, but I fear what kind of person lurks in a Public Bathroom at 9:30 in the evening.

And so I wait.

I wait, bladder full.

I wait, wondering when we shall be released.

I wait, not having an assignment at this juncture and kind of glad not to.

Any other time consuming task that could be thrown on me could only mean a weightier sentence in the off chance I should make a mistake.

And having worked since Thanksgiving weekend up until this point means a mistake is easier to make, than not.

I just want to be here as moral support.

Who the hell knows what's going to happen.

I'll write later... if I need to.

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Mood: Worn
Food: Junk
Exercise: Typing?
Condition: TIRED AS HELL.

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Birthday Breakdown

Turned 28.  

Had Lunch.

Dinner.

Lunch.

Overall, enjoyed thoroughly. 

This officially kicks off the 'Awesome String of Holidays'.

These include but are not limited to:

Halloween.

Thanksgiving.

Christmas. 

Somewhere in the middle we have...

• Visual Basic for Applications Class coming up this Sunday/Mon/Tues
  
• The 2008 U.S. Presidential Election (Nov 11th)
  
• Wrath of the Lich King (Nov 13th)
• The Return of the Parents from the Philippines (Nov 20th)
  
• Ate's magnificent 40th Extravaganza (Dec somethingth) 
  

as well as a myriad of other Birthdays and what not.  

Let's hope the recession doesn't make this suck.

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Mood: Shmumpy
Food: Spaghetti
Exercise: Rockband... 2?
Condition: Itchy.

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The Patch

So. The week after Blizzcon. The new patch is out. This is essentially the "Wrath of the Lich King" game, save for the actual Wrath of a Lich King. Or the Wrath of any Lich type character. Basically, it's everything save for Northrend, being able to get to 80, Death Knights, and 15 points of Inscription.

Everyone else seems to be having a happy go lucky time getting in.

Not me.

Currently, I'm sitting at the public library, using their INTARWEB to download the remaining 2% percent of the patch, that I thought I already had. I guess not huh?

Last night, I tried the patch on my Desktop.

No good.

Now, I'm trying on my trusty laptop, and although there is SOME semblance of progress... who the heck knows.

Anyway, when I tried last night, I got this horrific error saying I had to install WOW from the start. Yeah right. I don't know how long it takes exactly to do a full install with all the current patches, but it wouldn't be short. So I was recommended to find out if I can get it updated on my laptop. If that worked, I would simply... copy the game right on top of my folder on my desktop. See? Easy cakes.

So now I'm chilling here, waiting for my monthly San Diego Access Usergroup meeting to happen, staring at 34% of the last 2% to finish downloading, so I can see if I came up with anything decent.

If this works, I'll be pleased.

*UPDATE* It did not work. I'll have to go home and try it later. DAMMIT.

So yeah, Blizzcon was a blast and a half. Long story short, it was a 3 day bacchanalia of game nerdiness. You got to play, "Pick Your Line", and then got to talk with any and everyone who had any and everything to say about WOW. It was unique.

I've had all the swag in the back of the car for a few days, cause I'm waiting to show it to my brother, who is so busy.

"HOW BUSY IS HE?"

He's soooo busy getting crushed under this market, that he doesn't have an hour in the evening to let me swing over and show him all my crap.

Update: He has an hour this Thursday (Oct 16th) evening. So that's nice of him.

I've got Frostmourne hanging at my desk, and the Paladin Bubble sitting amongst the charity water. But as we come down to Halloween, something tells me I'm suppose to ramp up my office.

Oh, in other news. During Blizzcon, we (Lisa and I) attended the panel for the Web Hit Series 'The Guild". LINK HERE

The show is basically a web sitcom that peeks into the twisted world of MMORPG'ing (Multi-Massive Online Role Playing Game) They're 5 minutes a pop, and they make me chuckle.

What I gleaned from attending this is many-fold. I learned that I really really really miss directing and shooting film. I learned that if ever there was a time to participate in independent movie making, this is the golden age. With internet speeds abound, Youtube, inexpensive Camera's and Editing Equipment, the fact that I haven't done it yet when I remember being at the forefront in my High School years, makes me flabbergasted.

My brother said I should take up sailing.

Bro, THIS is really what I should be sailing.

So, I've decided to THINK seriously about trying to put together a close knit group of people in San Diego to make up some type of 'Video Club'. We'll do skits and crap, and then edit them, and post them on a website, and have a stupid amount of fun.

Who cares about being popular.

Who cares about sponsorship.

I want to throw together fake movie trailers, commercials, skits, and what not, regardless of whether or not anyone else cares about it.

I'm gonna start small. I'm going to use my dinky digital cam, and get some editing software, and use my computer, and make a couple edited shorts.

If that works, I'll make a small website.

I'll start posting online.

From there, I'll start throwing together a group.

It doesn't have to start big, but dammit, it has to start somewhere.

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Mood: Feisty
Food: Chocolate Pah
Exercise: Stairs?
Condition: Intrigued.

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Blizzcon Day -1-

Busy ass day.

The Con was supposed to start at 10am.
But the line was insanely weaved deep into the back parking lot, like some kind of retarded flesh and nerd colored snake.
People were busting out their Pally Bubble Hearth and knocking them around, only to hiss and boo violently at the one who would let it fall to the floor.

(There's supposed to be a picture of a bubble hearth here, but whatever.)

Anyways, we actually got in at 10:50am. Snagged a spot on the opening ceremonies, where Mike Morsomething (The CEO of Blizzard) awkwardly welcomed us.

After that, we got face painted... visited exhibitor booths...

Grabbed a bite to eat.

Then waited in the longest line in our lives.

The line to purchase exclusive items from Blizzard was eventually a 2 hour wait.
A wait to give them money.

(See updated Pics)

After that, it was on to the contests.

Jay Mohr valiantly returned to take on Blizzcon attendees.

/Silly
/Dance
/Personal Song
/Diorama
/Machinima
/Costume

Long story short, it was fun as hell.

We retired the night by eating at the Downtown Disney Jazz Kitchen.

And now on to DAY -2-

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Mood: Good
Food: Nothing Yet
Exercise: Walking/Standing
Condition: Sore

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Blizzcon Day -0-

Alright, here's the skinny.

Badge Pickup - 4pm

We show up around 3:30pm.

It was already busy as snot. Tons of people standing around.
We were queued in a long line... and then around 3:40pm, they let us into the registration area.
The room was large, and the registration setup was separate booths titled alphabetically.
We're not talking about A-C, and D-F, etc...

With a 18k capacity group, we're talking about AAA-ASZ, and ATA-BLD, etc...
That means those booths stretched way down, and there were layers of people already ready to go.

As far as demographics are concerned:
20% Ladies
80% Other

Of those 20% ladies, I'm guessing to bet that same amount (20%) of them, actually showed up here on their own accord. The rest were dragged here by a faction of the fellows who actually combed their hair.

The rest... the rest looked was exactly who I thought it looked like.

I won't delve further than to say, I was not surprised.

Moving on.

At 4:14pm, they started the badge distribution. Little did I know that meant the handing out of massive Swag Bags. This included the Con-Exclusive Polar Bear mount.

But that was just the beginning...

Go Here

We got ALL THAT in one bag.

It's madness.

Pure and simple madness.

That being said, we're ready for tomorrow.

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Mood: Prepared
Food: HOT DOG
Exercise: Walking/Standing
Condition: Decent

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:: Stone Group ::

Dear Kuya, 

I would really like to thank you for um... you know, introducing me to CRACK.

Like a CRACK DEALER AT AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

Our house is rife with Stars and Starlets looking to make a buck, to BUY THEIR OUTFIT.

Yes.  We're a Rock Band House now.  

Anyways, that story is its own thing.  We have it now, and now we can't stop playing.  

It's like somone put a gun to our head.

(Our band is called Mankitten.  Lisa is the drummer.  Steve is our vocalist.) 

Today I had lunch with Ate and Kuya to discuss Ate's 40th, and my Birthday Brunch.  I want to eat at Quero.  But they don't open until 11:30am, so that may not be feasible.  

Who knows.

Tomorrow, Lisa and I head up north to Blizzcon.

I will have to do a play by play.  

Alright, it's already too late to keep going.  

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Mood: Zausted.
Food: L&L's
Exercise: Rock Band?
Condition: Spent

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Oh where are you Daylight Savings time?!?!

Stupid Bush.

Why'd he have to go and make Daylight Savings time way the hell down in November...

*Update* 

Okay, so before it was like October 29th, and now it's November 2nd.  So I guess it's not a HUGE deal.  But still.  

Anyways, what am I doing, writing on this blog at 7:25am?  I should leave for work and go buy a water... actually.  

Maybe I will do that.

Oh yeah, what I was going to write was:  I am planning to take a VBA class up in San Juan Capistrano.  If all goes as planned, it will be a 2-day training course that would hopefully see my return as a novice Office Applications Developer.  

I need to take the class SOONER than later, but next month is looking pretty hairy already what with Blizzcon coming down the pipe. 

Anyway, I'll dwell more on this later.

It's about that time of the year when you get into your car, and it's all moisty on your windows + morning sunbeams = pure blindness.  So I better go before that happens. 

Yay it's Friday.

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Mood: Swell.
Food: KELLOGS CORN POPS
Exercise: Coughing.
Condition: Spiffy.

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Adobo: Round Three! *Ding Ding!*

So many moons ago, I tried making Adobo without my standard recipe.
THIS ENTAILS THAT STORY

Then, I tried again, WITH my standard recipe.
There was a fatal flaw written into the mix:

I had accidentally written... 1 TABLESPOON of Salt vs. 1 Teaspoon.
If you didn't know... A tablespoon is stupidly more salt than a teaspoon.

So when the time came to try the sauce, it was saltier than the dead sea.

I mean, it wasn't like I threw it away. I kept adding water and stuff till the saltiness left.
But by then it was an epic failure.

So today, I was feeling Adobic Thoughts. I felt that it had been long since I put that recipe to the test and tried to redeem myself.

So I did.

(<- Image is not actual adobo I made)

This time. This time it wasn't bad at all. It's not completely traditional abobo either.
I break all the rules. I cook it in a deep sabaw (sauce). I make it very very heavy in vinegar and garlic. I then eat it usually with a LITTLE side of ketchup and bananas.

So judge me. I don't give a fuck.

I like my adobo that way. And if you hate it, you don't have to eat it.

Anyway, I redeemed myself on the third try, and I have safely updated the recipe to make sure I'm not in Salt Lake City next time I make it.

Alright. LATER. It MUST be Tuesday night.

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Mood: Victorious
Food: DOBO
Exercise: Running to Vons...
Condition: Filled.

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The Morning Post

It's like 7:31 am.  By all means, I should be getting ready. (For work)  And for the most part, I am.  But for some reason, there's something intrisically valuable about writing in the morning.  It's not like I did something so spectacular last night, that I rushed to scribe it.  I simply felt like writing.

My parent's personal assistant/property manager's daughter... her name is Ed Rose, she contacted me on Facebook today, wondering if I would Emcee at a potential future wedding of her, and her boyfriend/soon-to-be fiancee.  To this request, I said yes.  I'm not sure how the short month I stayed over in the Philippines with Lisa had any lasting effects, but it does appear that it was sufficient enough for her to determine I would 'master the ceremony' of their post-wedding party.  I was honored.

Tonight the San Diego Chargers will be playing on Monday Night Football.  Their current record is indeed 0-2, and a win for them tonight would not only be fortuitous, but it would show the world we actually DO have a talented team.  I will root for them.  (So as I mentioned this, I suddenly remembered that I own a Powder Blue Jersey... for the NOW non-Charger... Eric Parker.  So i'm going to wear it to work.  Nix that.  It had a stain on it.) 

Fuck, it's 7:43am.  Okay.  I'm leaving.  

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Mood: Perturbed.
Food: 500 calories -> PB&J + O.J.
Exercise: Does changing clothes count?
Condition: Critical.

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Onward Fast Driver, Onward Fast Driver, ONWARD!

So, uh.  1:19am.  We just finished watching the Wachowski Bros. take on Speed Racer.  This monumentously expensive movie cost 120 million dollars to make, but only raked in 86 million.  YEOWCH.  Truth be told, I really liked it.  I think some critic was like 'Young People, or people into Anime will like it.'  So I was half in the former, and mostly in the latter group.  

No.  I'm not going to do a review.  I just liked it. 

Anyway, tonight Lisa and I, along with Mr. Jarold went to this South American Restaurant in Encinitas that I had gone to before... 

Q'ero Restaurant

I wanted to go back because they do a DANGEROUS sangria.  We randomly stopped by for brunch some weeks ago and were smitten by the badassedness of the food.  We came again tonight to take a whack at dinner.

And dinner we doth whacketh. 

Without getting too reviewy, dinner was freakin' amazing, but came with a price.  

Something tells me South Americans either don't eat THAT well.  Or if they do, they pay too much.

Anyhow, if you're looking for phenomenally delicious sangria, check out Q'ero, get the red, not the white, and you'll do fine.

Anyway, I'm going to sleep.  

Speed Racer: B+ 

Q'ero: A+

Price of eating at Q'ero: D- 

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Mood: Weary
Food: South American Rack of Lamb
Exercise: Drunk wandering.
Condition: Placid.  

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Father's Day DEENUR

I blew the diet like an ex celebrity blows for coke.

My cousins came over today and passed down clothes that are 'too big' for him. So in his slimming process, I've been blessed with an extra wardrobe.

Hopefully I can pass off this wardrobe for narrower gear.

Time will tell.

Anyway, I told my current diet to suck it and die. There was no way I was going to stay under my calorie count with the amount of cookies/brownies/fried seafood that I ingested this evening.

SOO, I'm going to add these overflow calories into the rest of the week, spread 'em around, and hope to GOD this idea works.

On a side note, Summer Institute starts today, and what a good first day it was.

Two words:

Dr. Pepper Girls

Three words. I mean.

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Mood: Full.
Food: Too much.
Exercise: Walking back and forth.
Condition: Mean.

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gmail shall unify the world.

As I re-sign up for stuff, I notice that everything is getting mashed together into one uniform blorb of information. Every different account online that you have, be it a social networking one, or an XBOX account, or a Blockbuster.Com account are all coalescing into one mega account with all your information.

Is it safe?

Is it volatile?

Since I'm diving in headfirst, I'll let you know how shallow the pool really is.

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Mood: Anticipatory
Food: Planning on Frosted Cheerios.
Exercise: Lots of walking and standing.
Condition: A little disappointed.

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