So last night after the MehCast, Chris and I were hungry however we didn’t feel like cooking. After a long debate over random fast food places in the area I decided that I really wanted chicken. The closest place to us was El Pollo Loco.
I’ve been there before and have liked what I’ve had so far which made it an easy choice for me. I was craving flan and knew that I wanted a nice, juicy chicken breast. Maybe a leg too. Chris made a remark about how it would be so hilarious if they were closed. Me, being hungry, didn’t find it too amusing. After that, our evening hit a low note.
We went into the drive thru and Chris asked what I wanted. I told him to check to see if instead of a breast and wing, if I could have a breast and a leg. I also wanted my sides to be the refried beans and macaroni and cheese. Obviously I wanted the flan too. It’s so good!
At this point I am really into what I am about to have for dinner. One would even go so far to say that I was excited. Knowing my luck, I really shouldn’t get excited about anything nor should I look forward to anything because things tend to go sour.
Chris tells the lady behind the squawk box that I would like to know about the chicken boobage and leg combo. I then hear a sentence I thought I would never hear:
“Sir, we are out of chicken.”
Chris replies with, “What?”
“Yes, we are out of chicken for the evening.”
Chris: “For everything?”
“No sir, we have chicken for burritos, tacos and salads but not the roasted chicken.”
NO CHICKEN! THE PLACE ONLY SERVES CHICKEN! How in the hell can they call themselves “the crazy chicken” when they lack the product that they advertise!?!?!?!?!?
Being incredibly disappointed, I tell Chris that I no longer want anything there and we left, hanging our heads low.
For those of you wondering what we did end up having, we went to Farmers Boy’s Burgers that was in the same shopping center. Chris really enjoyed his burger mainly because the bacon was so crispy but my sandwich had way too much mayo so it was just meh.
Lindsey had her Mary Kay meeting last night. I, as always, attended as well, since she doesn’t have a driver’s license. Now, normally, the meetings last about an hour or two, which is fine, but last night’s meeting was almost four hours. Allow me to explain why that makes a difference. The chairs at the Mary Kay center, while appearing comfortable to one unaware of the truth, are hard as stone. There is absolutely no padding on the butt or the back whatsoever. At the two hour mark, I’m generally very uncomfortable and fidgeting a great deal. At the four hour mark, I would have preferred waterboarding.
I wonder if anyone else found it odd that I was attempting to describe that which was indescribable.
While browsing my daily webcomics for Tuesdays, I came upon an accompanying blog post that mentioned what was said to be a very interesting time paradox sci-fi story. Intrigued, I looked it up and read it online, as it was hosted for free in its entirety by UCSD (University of California, San Diego). It described a very interesting infinitely reoccurring time loop, which I found fascinating. However, it also contained a person being their own mother, father, child, and time traveler. It is well written, and while the story does get pretty weird, it’s still very interesting in its execution of an infinite time loop paradox that resolves all anomalies.
Oh yeah, it was written in the 50s, and nominated for a short fiction award in the 80s. For the wiki entry, click here, and for the story itself, click here.
We’ll be discussing it briefly (or not so briefly) on this Friday’s MehCast, so be sure to tune in.
Friday, during our MehCast, it started raining. It’s really the first time since we moved into this apartment that we’ve had a heavy rain. As we were talking (about what, I don’t remember), I happen to glance over towards the door and what do I notice but an earthworm, halfway up the door mount, slithering in through the gap. A bit shocked (but not scared, as it was just an earthworm; if it had been wearing a white powersuit, I would have been far more alarmed), I quickly aimed the camera so that everyone could see it. I gently grabbed it and lobbed it out onto the sidewalk, as it would have died in our apartment from a lack of moisture, then returned to the show.
If the title isn’t revealing enough, allow me to elaborate.
Lindsey elbowed me in the face, last night.
Right in the nose, with the tip of her elbow. It wasn’t a regular elbow to the face, either. We were dancing, and as I was pulling her back to me in a twirl, she clipped me in the nose. So not only did I have the full force of her body slamming into my nose, I had the added momentum from the spin, lending her more power in the ELBOW TO MY FACE.
If you watched Episode 3 of the MehCast, you will have heard this story already. If not here it is in all its glory.
Last week, while waiting for Lindsey during one of her Mary Kay appointments, I decided to put some gas in my car. I walked into a Valero station to pick up some candy while the car was filling up, and as I approached the counter, the Indian man (younger, leaner guy, not much of a beard to speak of) looks up and greets me. As he starts ringing up my purchase, he looks at my beard and says, “Hey, man, that is a great beard!”
On last Friday’s MehCast, I mentioned Joaquin Phoenix’s new career choice. Towards the end of last year he retired from acting, that he is amazing at, and was rumored to start a music career. Some thought it made sense since he did a great job portraying Johnny Cash in “Walk The Line.” It wouldn’t be the first time that an actor has dipped into music… and like any bad informercial – “But wait!!! There’s more!!!”
I recently came across this article on E Online! that gave details on Joaquins musical style – rap. Yes – rap. I wish I was a liar right now but I speak the truth.
Casey Affleck, Ben’s younger and more talented brother, is getting behind the camera to film a documentary on dear ol’ Joaquin and his musical journey. It will go through his recording process, since he plans on releasing a CD, and other stuff. What makes this even better is that he is using the over-hyped Diddy as his mentor and producer.
Want more?
Oh yes my friends… I do believe that the Youtube gods have smiled on us. They have provided us with a wonderful video of a recent performance in Las Vegas. I personally thing Mr. Phoenix has snapped or is on a WICKED combination of drugs. I think he needs professional help immediately before we lose another skilled actor.
I will admit that I did laugh while watching this video because he does look ridiculous (and very well could bring in a Unabomber beard trend), but you can tell there is something sincerely wrong with him. It’s sad, and even though he is serious with his new venture, I hope this is all one huge joke.
By this, not only do I mean to say that I am a man in the genetic, physical sense, but in the socially accepted sense as well. I like cars. I like women. I like barbecue. I like gadgets. I like video games. The list goes on, but I think you get the point. With all this in mind, allow me to tell you a tale.
A month or so ago, Lindsey and I were out and about town, when we went into a Bank of America so that Lindsey could deposit a check. As we entered, we saw a large window sign for a Hello Kitty designed bank card. Lindsey, overcome with excitement and glee, proceeded to the teller counter to inquire about the card. The teller told her that she could have the card issued at no charge for her personal checking subaccount…
Perhaps I should elaborate somewhat on the nature of her account at this point. Last year, after I proposed, we decided to add a secondary checking and savings account to Lindsey’s general account at Bank of America. This secondary account exists in both of our names. As such, I have a Bank of America card for our joint account, which is under her account.
Where was I? Ah, yes; issuing the card. Lindsey requested her personal checking card to be reissued with the Hello Kitty design, however, it seems that Bank of America got a bit over zealous in issuing cards. Two days ago, I brought the mail into the house, and noticed three similar envelopes, inside of which I could distinctly discern some type of card. Two were addressed to Lindsey, and one, surprisingly, to myself. I proceeded to open mine, and what, you may ask, was waiting within?
My very own Hello Kitty Bank of America bank card.
We woke up this morning around 12:30pm and, as usual, started telling each other about our dreams. Lindsey usually fully remembers her dreams, while I usually don’t remember much, or anything at all. Sometimes, however, she’ll say something that reminds me about a part of my dream, as was the case this morning.
The location was my uncle’s house. However, the feel was medieval. My mission was to sneak into the house, for reasons I no longer remember. In order to achieve this, I was scavenging armor and weaponry from the front lawn. The only problem was that each time I tried to sneak in, my dog, Donnie (who for reasons unknown was at my uncle’s house), would run out barking, bringing strangers out from the house to find the reason. I would run each time and hide before they saw me. After a few times, I eventually ran farther down the street and hid behind a wood fence. Donnie kept running at me, with the strangers following, so I tossed a tennis ball the other way. The strangers got confused, and went back into the house, and Donnie came up to me behind the fence to start playing and licking me. Suddenly, Donnie turned into Lindsey, and we started making out. The location changed to a bed with a kind of shelf headboard. I pulled a condom from the top of the shelf (which, in the dream, was not a condom, but a bottle cap like from a Snapple bottle), but we realized that when I turned into Donnie, it wouldn’t fit for the activity to come.
Everyone grows up; this is how the world works. Just because we grow decrepit and old, however, does not mean we have to forsake the things that make us happy, childish though they may seem. This is the core concept of Marooners’ Rock; we geek out on the things of our past, present, and future. Society and cultural norms be damned!
