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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