Plumber jeans, they're all the rage in Taiwan.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
got gmail?
Looks like Google finally is letting people sign up for gmail.
http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/buzz/archives/004488.html
Apparently, if you go to google.com, random people will get a link that they can use to sign up for gmail. Here's one I got that I haven't used.
This will only work for the first person who signs up using this link
I still have 6 invites that I never used because nobody ever wanted to join. Oh well.
Or you can just go here as they have about 500,000 invites available.
http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/buzz/archives/004488.html
Apparently, if you go to google.com, random people will get a link that they can use to sign up for gmail. Here's one I got that I haven't used.
This will only work for the first person who signs up using this link
I still have 6 invites that I never used because nobody ever wanted to join. Oh well.
Or you can just go here as they have about 500,000 invites available.
Monday, March 14, 2005
You never know
I went fishing Saturday morning with a friend. We didn't catch anything, but it wasn't a total loss.
On the way to the lake, we stopped by a grocery store to pick up some coffee and donuts. As we were standing in one of the two checkout lines that were open, some of the workers came up to the line and were saying something about the manager and people who were buying small things. We assumed they were going to open another checkout, because the line was getting kind of long. A few people went over and asked if the things they were buying were small enough. The workers said, "Yeah, you can go." Go? "Where do we go?" we all asked. They said, we can LEAVE because their systems were down. Free coffee and donuts for us! Too bad we didn't "buy" more stuff. Then we went across the street to see if their systems were down, but no luck.
On the way to the lake, we stopped by a grocery store to pick up some coffee and donuts. As we were standing in one of the two checkout lines that were open, some of the workers came up to the line and were saying something about the manager and people who were buying small things. We assumed they were going to open another checkout, because the line was getting kind of long. A few people went over and asked if the things they were buying were small enough. The workers said, "Yeah, you can go." Go? "Where do we go?" we all asked. They said, we can LEAVE because their systems were down. Free coffee and donuts for us! Too bad we didn't "buy" more stuff. Then we went across the street to see if their systems were down, but no luck.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Russell Peters
Just in case you still haven't heard of Russell Peters, he's an Indian Canadian comedian. You can watch one of his shows here:
Windows Media version
Real Media version
Both videos are the same, it's just whatever format you prefer.
As of tomorrow, Spring Break starts. I'm not going anywhere in particular. I'm getting more and more antsy about starting a company though. Anybody bored with their life/job and wanna join me?
Windows Media version
Real Media version
Both videos are the same, it's just whatever format you prefer.
As of tomorrow, Spring Break starts. I'm not going anywhere in particular. I'm getting more and more antsy about starting a company though. Anybody bored with their life/job and wanna join me?
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Cool flash thing
"What is this?" --JT
"It's a Flash thing." --me
"But, there's nothing flashing." --JT
Response when viewing drum machine.
"It's a Flash thing." --me
"But, there's nothing flashing." --JT
Response when viewing drum machine.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Favorite quotes for today
We went out for BM's birthday tonight. Some people were less than sober. Including me. I wasn't drunk, I was just a little loopy. After 1 beer. This list doesn't include the bad stuff said while people were inebriated. Those are just not appropriate to post.
"Are you making up your own Manderin?"
--JT's reply to DVJ after he butchered a chinese word
"誰是你的爸爸?"
"se2 shi4 ni3 de ba4 ba2?"
"Who is your father?"
--DVJ's favorite Mandarin phrase meaning "Who's your daddy?"
Tomorrow night, Dave and Buster's for JC's birthday. I wonder what will happen...
Question of the day (raised by TC): "Why do Chinese restaurants put ice in the men's urinals?"
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny so we can play some beach volleyball.
"Are you making up your own Manderin?"
--JT's reply to DVJ after he butchered a chinese word
"誰是你的爸爸?"
"se2 shi4 ni3 de ba4 ba2?"
"Who is your father?"
--DVJ's favorite Mandarin phrase meaning "Who's your daddy?"
Tomorrow night, Dave and Buster's for JC's birthday. I wonder what will happen...
Question of the day (raised by TC): "Why do Chinese restaurants put ice in the men's urinals?"
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny so we can play some beach volleyball.
Friday, March 04, 2005
The best post ever
Just got done with 2 midterms and a project. You know that feeling you get when you're about to take a midterm for a class you always attend, take good notes, read the book, and studied the material for the same amount of time it takes to bring a child to full term? Yeah, that's not how I felt. Probably because I didn't do those things, but there's a slight possibility it could have been something else (dinner the night before?). Anyway, I think I did ok on the midterms, which doesn't give me any incentive to actually attend the classes. Maybe I'll turn over a new leaf. Or maybe I'll turn it over and realize it's not a leaf but a blood sucking alien that just ate my hand (which doesn't make sense since it doesn't eat hands, it SUCKS BLOOD. But I digress...). Either way, it has nothing to do with what I'm about to say.
So I ran in the Race for the Cure Marathon on Sunday. I haven't been able to blog about it because 1) I've been busy or 2) My legs are so sore I can't even stand up to reach my computer. You pick which one is right.
I am seriously out of shape. There were old ladies that beat me. But then again, they _have_ beaten cancer, so they're pretty tough. On the other hand, there were mothers who were pushing those carriage-on-wheels things that ran faster than me. I think those things are really motorized and they just hung on. Lucky.
Next up: dragon boat racing.
So I ran in the Race for the Cure Marathon on Sunday. I haven't been able to blog about it because 1) I've been busy or 2) My legs are so sore I can't even stand up to reach my computer. You pick which one is right.
I am seriously out of shape. There were old ladies that beat me. But then again, they _have_ beaten cancer, so they're pretty tough. On the other hand, there were mothers who were pushing those carriage-on-wheels things that ran faster than me. I think those things are really motorized and they just hung on. Lucky.
Next up: dragon boat racing.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
from the "what were they thinking?" dept.
You'd never know how interesting this world of ours is, until you step outside the hyper-commercialized, standard-of-living-so-high-you-could-fall-off-and-die, fat and lazy, awesome country that is the US of A. I was sorting through all my digital pics, and I came across some that I took in Taiwan which I forgot to post. I feel fairly certain that I will never see this in America. I present to you..........well, see for yourself.
Friday, February 25, 2005
If you want it done right....
Since I have not found any satisfactory online picture hosting solutions (read: free with lots of features and easy to use), I just decided to host them myself.
If you want to see ALL the pictures that were taken during the 2004 Taiwan Mission Trip, please find the Link on this page.
You don't have to bookmark this link, because there will be a "real" URL soon. It's going to be calculon.no-ip.org. However, that isn't working yet, because the DNS servers (servers that tell you where to go when you type in stuff like yahoo.com) aren't updated yet.
This is hosted on my personal computer in my room. Please tell me if it is too slow, or if the comments don't work, or what have you. This is very much an experiment, so don't expect too much. But please let me know what's wrong and how it can be improved.
I got tired of putting captions on all of the pictures. If you want to help out, let me know, and I'll give you an account so you can edit stuff.
Comments can be placed by anyone with or without an account.
If you want to see ALL the pictures that were taken during the 2004 Taiwan Mission Trip, please find the Link on this page.
You don't have to bookmark this link, because there will be a "real" URL soon. It's going to be calculon.no-ip.org. However, that isn't working yet, because the DNS servers (servers that tell you where to go when you type in stuff like yahoo.com) aren't updated yet.
This is hosted on my personal computer in my room. Please tell me if it is too slow, or if the comments don't work, or what have you. This is very much an experiment, so don't expect too much. But please let me know what's wrong and how it can be improved.
I got tired of putting captions on all of the pictures. If you want to help out, let me know, and I'll give you an account so you can edit stuff.
Comments can be placed by anyone with or without an account.
Monday, February 21, 2005
They don't make em like they used to
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
The scene: A 20-something year old's town house. A spacious place, but cluttered. There are signs that only a bachelor lives here. The living room is intruded by two monumental pieces. One is a large 50-inch projection TV, the other a 130 gallon aquarium. They are like yin and yang; one representing the sophistication and complexity of technology while the other a representation of the beauty and simplicity of nature. There are scraps of paper strewn about, and numerous gadgets wantonly placed in places that could only be random. The kitchen has dishes in the sink, some probably more than a week old. In order to navigate to the bathroom, you must pick where to step around various articles of clothing, trashcans, and boxes. It is raining outside. Hard. The time is late evening.
There sits 6 people around the kitchen table. Each is of Asian descent, but all fall under the all-encompassing catch-phrase "Asian-American". They range in age from 23-27. They speak candidly about life topics. Jokes are as numerous as the drops of rain pouring outside the window. They are playing poker.
All seems well, but none of them could be prepared for what happens next.
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of text. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the........" Your ship has just broken down. No, worries. On with the story.
As the game progresses, each player eases into his routine. Some fold, some raise, and some call, eager to see the next sequence of cards. The game is Texas Hold'em, but this is a place far from Texas.
One player in particular has his head shaved. Even so, there is a strange handsomeness about him. We'll call him Jeff (all names and descriptions have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent). The player to the right of Jeff is the chip leader. He has won a few big pots and is sitting comfortable behind a large stack of chips. We'll call him Benny.
Benny is a rock star who spends his time traveling the world spreading elation to those who hear his music. He is a busy man, stamping out evil-doers with his generous actions and spreading joy and happiness to those who lack it. He also spreads his CD wherever he can. It's only $12. Get it here. In his spare time, the little that he has, he plays poker.
Benny is not confident in the hand he has been dealt. As the bid comes to him, he glances at Jeff. Knowing he cannot win against such a professional player, Benny reluctantly folds. As he does, he leans back on his chair, confident in knowing he will lose no more money this turn. Play continues to Jeff. Jeff raises as only one-who-is-supremely-confident-and-good-looking would. But as he does so, a strange sound distracts him. The sound of wood cracking. It seems as if it is coming from right next to him.
In the next instant, everyone's attention is turned to where Benny is. Or where he should have been. All 5 other players watch in amazement as the chair underneath Benny crumbles under the weight that mistakenly is now only supported by 2 legs. The legs and seat break like twigs as a horrible snapping sound thunders through the air. Benny plants his feet down and jumps off the chair just as it gives way. All that is left is a pile of broken wood, a seat covering, and the back of the chair. Benny stands there in awe of what has just happened. Everyone else breaks out in hysterical laughter.
For the rest of the night, Benny is forced to sit on a metal swivel chair for fear of what further diasterous rampage he will cause.
The scene: A 20-something year old's town house. A spacious place, but cluttered. There are signs that only a bachelor lives here. The living room is intruded by two monumental pieces. One is a large 50-inch projection TV, the other a 130 gallon aquarium. They are like yin and yang; one representing the sophistication and complexity of technology while the other a representation of the beauty and simplicity of nature. There are scraps of paper strewn about, and numerous gadgets wantonly placed in places that could only be random. The kitchen has dishes in the sink, some probably more than a week old. In order to navigate to the bathroom, you must pick where to step around various articles of clothing, trashcans, and boxes. It is raining outside. Hard. The time is late evening.
There sits 6 people around the kitchen table. Each is of Asian descent, but all fall under the all-encompassing catch-phrase "Asian-American". They range in age from 23-27. They speak candidly about life topics. Jokes are as numerous as the drops of rain pouring outside the window. They are playing poker.
All seems well, but none of them could be prepared for what happens next.
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of text. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the........" Your ship has just broken down. No, worries. On with the story.
As the game progresses, each player eases into his routine. Some fold, some raise, and some call, eager to see the next sequence of cards. The game is Texas Hold'em, but this is a place far from Texas.
One player in particular has his head shaved. Even so, there is a strange handsomeness about him. We'll call him Jeff (all names and descriptions have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent). The player to the right of Jeff is the chip leader. He has won a few big pots and is sitting comfortable behind a large stack of chips. We'll call him Benny.
Benny is a rock star who spends his time traveling the world spreading elation to those who hear his music. He is a busy man, stamping out evil-doers with his generous actions and spreading joy and happiness to those who lack it. He also spreads his CD wherever he can. It's only $12. Get it here. In his spare time, the little that he has, he plays poker.
Benny is not confident in the hand he has been dealt. As the bid comes to him, he glances at Jeff. Knowing he cannot win against such a professional player, Benny reluctantly folds. As he does, he leans back on his chair, confident in knowing he will lose no more money this turn. Play continues to Jeff. Jeff raises as only one-who-is-supremely-confident-and-good-looking would. But as he does so, a strange sound distracts him. The sound of wood cracking. It seems as if it is coming from right next to him.
In the next instant, everyone's attention is turned to where Benny is. Or where he should have been. All 5 other players watch in amazement as the chair underneath Benny crumbles under the weight that mistakenly is now only supported by 2 legs. The legs and seat break like twigs as a horrible snapping sound thunders through the air. Benny plants his feet down and jumps off the chair just as it gives way. All that is left is a pile of broken wood, a seat covering, and the back of the chair. Benny stands there in awe of what has just happened. Everyone else breaks out in hysterical laughter.
For the rest of the night, Benny is forced to sit on a metal swivel chair for fear of what further diasterous rampage he will cause.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
People should watch the road when they drive
There is this category called things-you-do-that-make-people-stare-when-they-drive-by. Today, I did one such thing. How do I know? Because people stared at me when they drove by.
So lately, some people at church have been discussing shaving their heads. The reason for this is three-fold. 1) Shaving your head is cool. 2) Em usually cuts a lot of people's hair. She is just that good. And since she has been benched for the rest of this haircut season due to injury, we are without a good head-covering manager. 3) Shaving your head is cool.
So for who-knows-what-reason, I went ahead and did it. Sure, it took some coaxing, but let's face it, I'm weird, and sometimes I do things that are not normal.
Refer to the images below for further research into this event.
Please note that the fact that I am the only one who has shaved their head in no way has any influence on my post. Did I mention shaving your head is cool? The others apparently have some hang up on something called "weddings" that they need to attend.
One thing I noticed, you know how after you shower, you dry off your hair with your towel? Well, my towel no longer moves when I try to dry my head. It gets stuck. All of a sudden, 300 million exposed hair tips are slowing it down. AND, when I put on my shirt, it kinda just sits there on top of my head, until I have to pull it down. It used to just slide over my head, but no, there is no sliding with this haircut.
I'm anxious to see how long it takes me to grow my hair out again.
Credits:
Barber: Uncle B
Jeff as himself
and featuring garbage bag as an extra
So lately, some people at church have been discussing shaving their heads. The reason for this is three-fold. 1) Shaving your head is cool. 2) Em usually cuts a lot of people's hair. She is just that good. And since she has been benched for the rest of this haircut season due to injury, we are without a good head-covering manager. 3) Shaving your head is cool.
So for who-knows-what-reason, I went ahead and did it. Sure, it took some coaxing, but let's face it, I'm weird, and sometimes I do things that are not normal.
Refer to the images below for further research into this event.
Please note that the fact that I am the only one who has shaved their head in no way has any influence on my post. Did I mention shaving your head is cool? The others apparently have some hang up on something called "weddings" that they need to attend.
One thing I noticed, you know how after you shower, you dry off your hair with your towel? Well, my towel no longer moves when I try to dry my head. It gets stuck. All of a sudden, 300 million exposed hair tips are slowing it down. AND, when I put on my shirt, it kinda just sits there on top of my head, until I have to pull it down. It used to just slide over my head, but no, there is no sliding with this haircut.
I'm anxious to see how long it takes me to grow my hair out again.
Credits:
Barber: Uncle B
Jeff as himself
and featuring garbage bag as an extra
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