At the request of my Mother-in-law
I got a nasty comment on my previous post. Essentially my mother-in-law thinks I am being a slacker because I haven't posted anything on my blog in quite some time, and unfortunately she is right. I am a slacker.
EGG ROLLS ARE WHACK
My saving grace at work has been this chinese restaurant that is right down the street. They have pretty good shitty-american-chinese-food. It is also wicked cheap and wicked fast. You have to ask them to make the chicken dishes well done, otherwise it comes out kind of gooey. They are also, and here comes the funny, right next to a porn shop. Even better it is an express porn shop. There is something really funny about express porn to me. But almost without fail, when I go into to order some pork lo-mein or something there is a guy standing there with a black plastic bag that has been folded into either a DVD size or a magazine size and I have to wonder what it is like to sit and eat eggrolls while looking at naked people fornicating.
The other day there was this woman who came in while I was ordering my food and she was talking about how she was "addicted to their egg rolls". She asked me for a dollar so she could order two egg rolls, and I obliged because it was a dollar. Then she proceeded to tell me her life's story about her boyfriend and their baby (which is on the way) and how after she drinks wine at night she craves eggrolls. I think I said that being addicted to eggroll is not that bad, because the police never threw anybody in jail for eating too many eggrolls. She looked at me, squarely in the face, with no expression and said, "Yeah, I guess not."
Brief explanation for my hiatus
I have been doing a lot of other writing, more focused, less, gee-this-is-funny-what-happened. I have also been doing a lot of reading. I will give you guys a quick list here and tell you what I liked or didn't like about them.
Go Away, Go Away - Nikolai Koladya: I didn't like anything about this. Not one thing. It was billed to me as "Cherry Orchard if Cherry Orchard happened in the 20th century." Cherry Orchard, by Anton Chekov, is wonderfully witty and sad and happy and hopeful. Go Away, Go Away sucks. End of review.
Angels in America, Parts I & II - Tony Kushner: I loved this one, for a couple of reasons. One, if you aren't gay, which I am not it really captures what it must have been like to be gay, particularly in the mid 80's and early 90's. It makes the characters approachable and the dialog is wonderful. This is one of those plays that I think everyone should read.
Becket - Jean Anhouil: This might be favorite play of the year. Becket is based, loosely, on the life of Thomas Becket a courtisan in England under Henry II, he was elevated to the role of Archbishop of Canterbury and it destroyed his relationship with the King and ultimately lead to his murder. I don't think I can say enough positive things about this and might, BIG MIGHT, make a whole post about it in the future.
The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana - Umberto Eco: I am actually still in the middle of this one and it is probably the best book I have ever read. It is about a man who is a book seller (not at Borders, but one who collects and resells rare books), he wakes up and can not remember anything about his life, he can remember everything he has ever read, but nothing about his personal life. Really really fascinating.
The Intelligent Design of Jenny Chow - Rolin Jones: This is a funny play about a girl with OCD and agoraphobia who builds a robot. The purpose of the robot is to help her explore the world and find her mother because she was adopted, she is also a genius. Her adopted mother doesn't understand her and it is just really crazy and funny and human.
I think that is about it. Busy busy busy. I guess I am using a lot of this reading to help build a foundation for a better writing experience. Anyway. That is all I have been up to, the little old man that rocks out to the Beach Boys every morning, still rocks out every morning. He actually makes my day.
It is sort of funny how one routine thing everyday can make your day. The other day I was going into work, really early for me (8:00 a.m.) and I was just having this weird experience that today was going to be one of those days. Basically my underwear wasn't fitting right, and all day long no matter how many times I went to the bathroom things weren't straightening out. So I sort of muddled through the day with this ominous discomfort that today, something bad was going to happen. And at about 4:30 the snowball started happening. The dry cleaner lost all my shirts, I forgot to do a pretty critical part of my job that lead to an admission to pretty much everybody that I forgot to do this part, and then a bird shit on my head. All in the span of about 15 minutes. By 5:00 I was shirtless, humiliated and shat on. It was really surreal. I know that some people will say that being shit on by a bird is good luck ("For somepeople they sing") but I still felt shit on, and it was hard to feel lucky at that point.
But the last couple of days have shaped up pretty well. Today is beautiful, which, of course it is, I have to go to work. And tomorrow I am off. More reading some more writing. I am hoping to finish the two books I am working on right now, Peer Gynt by Henrik Ibsen and the aforementioned Umberto Eco novel. Big plans. Oh and I got my application for URI in, so there's that.
EGG ROLLS ARE WHACK
My saving grace at work has been this chinese restaurant that is right down the street. They have pretty good shitty-american-chinese-food. It is also wicked cheap and wicked fast. You have to ask them to make the chicken dishes well done, otherwise it comes out kind of gooey. They are also, and here comes the funny, right next to a porn shop. Even better it is an express porn shop. There is something really funny about express porn to me. But almost without fail, when I go into to order some pork lo-mein or something there is a guy standing there with a black plastic bag that has been folded into either a DVD size or a magazine size and I have to wonder what it is like to sit and eat eggrolls while looking at naked people fornicating.
The other day there was this woman who came in while I was ordering my food and she was talking about how she was "addicted to their egg rolls". She asked me for a dollar so she could order two egg rolls, and I obliged because it was a dollar. Then she proceeded to tell me her life's story about her boyfriend and their baby (which is on the way) and how after she drinks wine at night she craves eggrolls. I think I said that being addicted to eggroll is not that bad, because the police never threw anybody in jail for eating too many eggrolls. She looked at me, squarely in the face, with no expression and said, "Yeah, I guess not."
Brief explanation for my hiatus
I have been doing a lot of other writing, more focused, less, gee-this-is-funny-what-happened. I have also been doing a lot of reading. I will give you guys a quick list here and tell you what I liked or didn't like about them.
Go Away, Go Away - Nikolai Koladya: I didn't like anything about this. Not one thing. It was billed to me as "Cherry Orchard if Cherry Orchard happened in the 20th century." Cherry Orchard, by Anton Chekov, is wonderfully witty and sad and happy and hopeful. Go Away, Go Away sucks. End of review.
Angels in America, Parts I & II - Tony Kushner: I loved this one, for a couple of reasons. One, if you aren't gay, which I am not it really captures what it must have been like to be gay, particularly in the mid 80's and early 90's. It makes the characters approachable and the dialog is wonderful. This is one of those plays that I think everyone should read.
Becket - Jean Anhouil: This might be favorite play of the year. Becket is based, loosely, on the life of Thomas Becket a courtisan in England under Henry II, he was elevated to the role of Archbishop of Canterbury and it destroyed his relationship with the King and ultimately lead to his murder. I don't think I can say enough positive things about this and might, BIG MIGHT, make a whole post about it in the future.
The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana - Umberto Eco: I am actually still in the middle of this one and it is probably the best book I have ever read. It is about a man who is a book seller (not at Borders, but one who collects and resells rare books), he wakes up and can not remember anything about his life, he can remember everything he has ever read, but nothing about his personal life. Really really fascinating.
The Intelligent Design of Jenny Chow - Rolin Jones: This is a funny play about a girl with OCD and agoraphobia who builds a robot. The purpose of the robot is to help her explore the world and find her mother because she was adopted, she is also a genius. Her adopted mother doesn't understand her and it is just really crazy and funny and human.
I think that is about it. Busy busy busy. I guess I am using a lot of this reading to help build a foundation for a better writing experience. Anyway. That is all I have been up to, the little old man that rocks out to the Beach Boys every morning, still rocks out every morning. He actually makes my day.
It is sort of funny how one routine thing everyday can make your day. The other day I was going into work, really early for me (8:00 a.m.) and I was just having this weird experience that today was going to be one of those days. Basically my underwear wasn't fitting right, and all day long no matter how many times I went to the bathroom things weren't straightening out. So I sort of muddled through the day with this ominous discomfort that today, something bad was going to happen. And at about 4:30 the snowball started happening. The dry cleaner lost all my shirts, I forgot to do a pretty critical part of my job that lead to an admission to pretty much everybody that I forgot to do this part, and then a bird shit on my head. All in the span of about 15 minutes. By 5:00 I was shirtless, humiliated and shat on. It was really surreal. I know that some people will say that being shit on by a bird is good luck ("For somepeople they sing") but I still felt shit on, and it was hard to feel lucky at that point.
But the last couple of days have shaped up pretty well. Today is beautiful, which, of course it is, I have to go to work. And tomorrow I am off. More reading some more writing. I am hoping to finish the two books I am working on right now, Peer Gynt by Henrik Ibsen and the aforementioned Umberto Eco novel. Big plans. Oh and I got my application for URI in, so there's that.
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