Ready. Set. Nap!

I'm off until lessons today. I have this feeling of near-nirvana. I was so tired yesterday and this morning that all I want to do is read comics and nap until I have to leave later.

Ok, this is cool.

I can post to blogger through my iGoogle homepage. Time to change my homepage from my blog to iGoogle.

Open Letter to Angels Fans:

(From my Facebook:)

An L is just an L, no matter how many runs the enemy scores! My Angels are still in it! Get your asses in gear! Time to earn some W's! I didn't propose to my beautiful fiancée on that field for nothing! If the S...tankees win, let 'em win in New York, but don't let 'em take my town! LETS GO ANAHEIM! LETS GO ANGELS! (end Facebook)

Seriously, I'm crazy about this team. This is my first year I've actually followed not only baseball, but any sport. I realize the deck is stacked against us, and I realize we got creamed tonight, but seriously, whether it's 2 to 1, or 20 to 1, a loss is only that. The Halos have a day off Wednesday, then back strong on Thursday. So boys, go home, see your wives, drink your booze, and grieve for your loss, but only briefly. We've got an entire team of cheaters and juicers to beat. If we don't make it to the World Series, lets at least give the Yankees a reason to pause before returning to Anaheim next Spring. Let's prove to New York that Anaheim doesn't put up with East Coast bullshit, at least in Southern California. The Rally Monkey is calling, Angels. Don't keep him waiting.

The Tunnel Vision

I've spent the lion's share of the morning with my eyes at the computer, on the TV, or in research books. I feel extremely and literally myopic today. I gotta get away from this, at least for a little bit.

IPA: Intɚrnæʃʌnl fʌnɛtIk ælfʌbɛt

Who ever thought I'd use this stuff after UCI?

English

Pass one window, tideo

Pass two windows, tideo

Pass three windows, tideo

Jingle at the window, tideo

Tideo! Tideo!

Jingle at the window, tideo


IPA

pæs wən wIndo tɑıdio

pæs tu wIndoz tɑıdio

pæs Θri windoz tɑıdio

ʤiŋgʊl æt ∂ə wIndo tɑıdio

tɑıdio tɑıdio

ʤiŋgʊl æt ∂ə wIndo tɑıdio

"Life."

Life is a fickle thing. You live, you love, you fuck, you die. Not always in that order, and not always literally.

Tonight,

he sits alone in his office, a cubicle-sized room, with no windows, except the one in the door. No air circulation, so the heat from the computers fills the room to the point of discomfort. The sound of the hard-labor workers haranguing each other is only distracting if it gets too close to the chicken-wire glass. Tonight, he sits betrayed, only slightly, by an ally, possible his only. Betrayed by circumstance, or by his own pig-headedness. Both of which amount to nothing but being petty, or overcome by apathy. Tonight, he sits, dismayed, with the finish line in sight. It gets closer with every day that passes, but is it close yet, or is there still a great distance to cover? Tonight, he sits.

Over it.

I'm over a lot of things lately, most of all sitting here in the computer lab, waiting to print. Mine at home wouldn't print because I'm out of magenta. Can you believe that? I'm printing black & white. Oy.

EDIT: Just when I think the line's short for the goddamn printer, 5 more people jump on!

The super poop master!

I saw this at PetSmart this morning! Nice to know there's some out there that's the master of the super poop.




.ghhhhn/

Spending the day as a Costa Mesa local.

After two years of apartment life in Costa Mesa, I feel like I've been missing out of a fair amount of local flavor. Granted, I go to places like Plums, the Omelet Parlor, That Mongolian BBQ place (next to Plums), but it's been a while since I've ventured out for some solid local fare. Today, I found a comic shop AND a one-off sandwich place.

I usually buy my comics at my all-time favorite of comic shops, Comics, Toons N Toys near Old Town Tustin. But today, I didn't feel like making the drive. A quick search on comicshoplocator.com revealed JNJ Comics on Harbor & Edinger, in Fountain Valley, 4 miles closer to my Costa Mesa abode than CTnT. I wish I had the foresight to have brought my camera, cause this place is dank. Words don't really do it justice. The owner, Jeff, was a nice guy, albeit a little off. He was watching TV, screaming to the other guy in there if he had heard about the hermaphrodite African runner that's all over the news, and how she's got "both sets of parts."

There were no lights on, only indirect sunlight. Also, it was cluttered. Granted, being the only guy (seemingly) to run a comic shop for 15 years, you probably tend to leave stock sitting around an extra day or two. I found the new issues, with some help, bought my two, (Green Lantern Corps #40 & Blackest Night Batman #2), and made for the hills. Would I go back? Sure, if I couldn't make it out to Tustin. Or, if I lived closer to Harbor & Edinger, I'd probably go back on a weekly basis. But as far as friendliness of staff & quality of presentation, it's Comics Toons N Toys for me. Besides, google maps says 14 minutes by street to JNJ, and 15 by freeway to CTnT. I think the choice is apparent.

On my quest for lunch, I thought of a sandwich place close ot my place. A kid I work with told me about how incredible Frank's Philadelphia was. Located a mere 3 minutes from my place, on Fairview & Wilson, next door to the 7-11, it's this little shop, with maybe 10 tables, and 4 counter seats. Total family shop, one of a kind. They don't mess around at Franks. On the menu, near the top, it says "Please order by SIZE and ITEM NUMBER". Since they're specialty is Cheese Steaks, I went for a large #1. A 10 inch cheese steak with fried onions & hot (or bell) peppers, on presumably house-made Italian bread. I took it togo so I could make a mess of myself without the fear of ridicule from my fellow diners. This sandwich was fantastic. Cheesy, meaty, and salty-sweet from the onions & sliced pepperoncinis. I earned every minute of the itis that it caused. I can't extol the virtues of Frank's enough. If I ever get a night off, I gotta get the dudes over, get a case of beer, and make a cheese steak run. Maybe make a little Big Lebowski happen. It's the stuff that dreams are made of. Of course, I may go for the #4 next time, "Frank's Choice." A #1 with extra cheese with hot AND bell peppers. Only 50¢ more. What a deal!