Posts from — January 2005

I finally hit the buy button on my airline ticket reservations yesterday. So I’m going to Argentina in March. My plans are still just vague ideas which include seeing BA, a daytrip or two to Uruguay, maybe a sidetrip to a vineyard in Mendoza, and a whole lot of eating steak, chimichuri sauce, empanadas, alfajores, gelato, Argentinian wine and coffee.

If any of you have travel tips, recommendations, or friends there shoot me an email.

Crazy- Stef was reading the SJ Merc News (Merc News Action Line) and this was in it:

Of course she was reminded of the original ouch story.

Am I ahead of the curve or what? {end gloat}

Great adaptation. Not the best comic book movie EVAR, but still pretty good.

Hellboy? Hellz yeh!

Liked Hellboy? Go rent Unbreakable

Uggh! So last night I was going to pop in one of my dvds to watch while I ate dinner. I grabbed the Donnie Yen vehicle Iron Monkey from my shelf as I hadn’t watched it in a while. I opened the case and was shocked to find… well, I didn’t find anything, there was no disc in the case! Wtf?! Okay, I don’t remember which goofball I loaned this movie too last, but I hope they read this blog. FIND MY MONKEY!!

So this morning as I’m walking out the door to go to work this guy and his son were riding down the street. The kid, who had to have been five or six at the most, was on one of those tandem extension bikes- that’s probably not the right name for the bike, but basically the dad was on his mountain bike, and fastened to his seat post is an extension that goes to the kid’s bike, which isn’t a full bike, just a rear seat main tubes, pedals that may not do much and handlebars. They seemed to be cruising along at a decent clip, but as I was walking I heard the dad say something like:

“Faster? Ok, here we go, hang on!”
then >CLICK<
>BOOM<
…silence…
>WAHHH<.

Basically, the tube to the kid’s tandem section uncoupled when daddy hit a small bump and the kid faceplanted and rolled a bit. Not only did I hear it, but the guys painting the house next door heard it, and people at the (other) end of my street heard the crash. I just shook my head a bit and said “ow” to myself when I saw that the kids was okay.

The painters basically called the dad a retard in spanish and talked about how they were lucky there weren’t more cars on the street. I agree- The kid was lucky he wasn’t hurt more than he was- he was just boo-hoo’ing a bit, he was alright. But crap- my street’s dangerous in the morning and at 4pm- there are some (other) retards who drive these volvos – and let’s not pull any punches, but volvo station wagon drivers aren’t the best drivers (and it’s a known fact that they can’t park)- and come close to hitting anything and everything.

Oh here’s a pic of the thing I was talking about

I’ll try not to do another rambling post, but a quick one- just some links

• music: somafm.com, twangcity.com, kcrw.com
• useful: del.icio.us, dyndns.org
• gossip: defamer.com, gawker.com
• bored at work: memepool.com, fark.com, craigslist.org, news.google.com
• I_want_to_sell_my_belongings_and_leave_now: lonelyplanet, bootsnall.com
• movies: chud, rottentomatoes

edit: btw on del.icio.us I’m “eltejano” so feel free to browse my links

I hate unions

full story NEW YORK (AP) — Players rejected the U.S. Soccer Federation’s offer to send their labor dispute to arbitration and instead proposed that mediation be used in an effort to get the regulars on the field for next month’s World Cup qualifier at Trinidad and Tobago.

More stories here: google news

Thanks for the reminder Jeff ;)

By the way, when I make fun of One Team, One Source, etc- it’s from a *former* job, not my current one. I’m just friends w/ a lot of people at the old place.

One Team, One Source

Let’s get together and feel all right.

Hear the children cryin’ (One Team!);

Hear the children cryin’ (One Source!),

Sayin’: let’s get together and click all night. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord, and click that shit. . .

I had a great weekend hanging out with the visitors from the UK. It was great spending time with the gang. I had so much fun, I almost feel I should stop making fun of their company’s new internal slogan. But then again, maybe I don’t feel guilty enough.

Speaking of- It’s too bad my slogan choices weren’t chosen, I could’ve used a new ipod.

Otra cosa- Desde puse una mapa de hitmaps en mi blog, no he tenido ningunas cliques de Mexico. Finalmente recibi un circulo y supongo que una amiga mia esta leyendo. Hola A.!

Is it getting better

Or do you feel the same

Will it make it easier on you

Now you got someone to blame

One Source, One Team, One Goal, One.

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?


You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well it’s too late

Tonight

To drag the past out

Into the light

We’re one

But we’re not the same

We get to carry each other

Carry each other

One Source, One Team, One Goal, One.