I had a very strange dream today. I was in bed and there was a Japanese girl sitting at the foot of my bed. She was a translator with very dark eyes. In the living room, there was a Japanese male pop-star. I asked her "How do I get him a taxi" and she said "I can translate it for you."

I woke up and was heading to tell him I could get him a taxi when I heard the gate opening. I looked outside and saw 2 men from Laos being dropped at my house. Immediately they got out of the car they lit 2 big cigars. Then the car left and they walked up to my front door. I opened the door a little bit and said "Yes?" and the first guy, in very broken English said, "I took naked pictures." I said "Okay?" and he said "I left them on the kitchen." I then asked him "What do you want?" and he said "I will come back later."

I turned around and the Japanese girl was standing behind me smiling.
When I woke up my girlfriend had left with her sister (probably to someones house or just cursing around). I went downstairs to make sure I didn't leave the Japanese porn I was watching last night in the DVD player. Then I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some lemonade my intern's mom made for me. I then made a bunch of screencaps on my computer-machine and did a review of another Japanese porn.

Afterwards I got a call from my girlfriend asking me what I was going to do later, how I didn't hear them leave and whether I was going anywhere later today. I said no to almost everything then told her I was going to make a sandwich at lunch. She said "Okay, we might be home by then.." then she said something else, but I didn't really make out what she said.

I then got a call from Wasted. We talked for about an hour, sometimes about this guy called Karim from Canada, and again we talked about Eli Roth bitching about negative reviews. Then Wasted laughed like it was the fifth and I told him how once i told a Chicken sandwich that it's breasts were a bit too tough, and it gave me food poisoning, then we said goodbye and I went into the kitchen.

I started with several cans of imported Italian tuna which had been preserved in extra virgin olive oil, quite the tasty concoctive of preservatives, not like those disgusting chemicals they put in those other food atrocities. I took those several cans, removed the extra virgin olive oil (for the most part), and fluffed it in a large bowl, once the tuna was nice and fluffy, I diced some green onions, chives, and green and red peppers. Once they were chopped into nice small pieces, I put them in the mix with the tuna, and added a careful amount of mayonnaise, can't be too careful with that stuff, its not very good for you i hear, lots of fat.

Next came the bun. I took a perfectly crafted loaf of French bread that i picked up from the local deli/bakery and sliced it lengthwise in half, and then once in the middle - separating it to 4 parts. I then placed it on my oven rack face down, setting the oven to a low temperature, in order to toast these quite large pieces of bread. I then continued with the main topping of the sandwich. After letting the tuna mixture cool in the refrigerator for a few minutes, I added in a select amount of salt and pepper, with some extra, super secret ingredients to go with it. I then placed that in the refrigerator while my loaf was toasting in the oven.

I got another call right here from the girlfriend, this time she told me she ran into someone and I barked at her "You seriously called me to tell me you ran into SBK?" Sbk is this dude we both know (actually I know him and shes just a fan of our mutual friendship) and we went back and forth for a bit before hanging up.

I finally removed my sandwich from the oven, and removed the bowl of tuna mixture from the refrigerator. I spread the tuna mixture along the loaves, and added more pepper and spices over it. After that, I proceeded to spread slices of cucumber which I had sliced while the loaves were toasting along the sandwich, covering almost all of the tuna mixture. I sealed the deal by placing fresh alfalfa sprouts over the cucumbers, picking up a fresh can of coca-cola, and headed to my computer machine, where i proceeded to communicate with Sparky via the putty thing VPN style. He told me how he was laying some "phat" beats and 'phresch' breaks on top of some 'wicked-bad' leads and 'booty thumpin' basslines. .

Today was a nice culinary experience. For LUNCH I warmed some elbow pasta with a pesto sauce and some reheated garlic bread. I ate light, since Thursday marked the weekly dinner outing to our local Italian eatery, where I dined on a beautiful scallops piccata with truffle shaves.

grilled octopus salad,filet mignon sausage shrimp skewer, ahi tuna skewer, also berated wisconsin fans mercilessly

Hummus and Pita chips while I watched Robocop.

Cold Fried Chicken from last night. Got some slaw at the deli.

I skipped lunch today so I can eat a few Dodger dogs later at the game. My Padres spanked the Dodgers.

So what is it Sergio, do you just root for the closest team to fucking mexico to make you feel bettr, the padres are fucking gay, petco park is fucking gay, why dont you go cheer on cockfights and your cousins having sex with donkeys instead of rooting against the greatest franchise in professional sports, DO YOU UNDERSTAND VIN HAS BEEN DOING GAMES SINCE 1958, ponder that for a second before you go cheer for the most obnoxious chokeworthy franchise in the modern era, i hope someone sends you a steve garvey a'int my padre t shirt and you gets silica poisoning and develop cancer from wearing it, fucking padres fans UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH

Yesterday I had a falafael with the most intense hot sauce I've ever tasted. I can handle a lot of heat, but this stuff caught me off guard and had me hiccupping on the first bite. Still not sure if it was enjoyable, so I think I may try another one today.

rofl i cant really defend that post, bottle of smirnoff + laptop = that, the closest team to mexico line was sort of the funny, the rest was pretty bad but at least i worked in some geology somehow.


lol, and up stop stealing material from deadspin before you ever talk about la.

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Until you pointed this out, I had no idea that the Steelers played so close to our southern neighbor ...

Today I meet the girlfriend at Jiraffe in Santa Monica. I actually didn't want to go but she insisted.

Jiraffe is typical LA; overdone, expensive and indulgent. My girlfriend ordered the New Zealand rack of lamb with a curried vegetable moussaka, jasmine rice and thyme-scented lamb jus; and crispy-skinned salmon with parsnip purée and sweet balsamic nage.
I requested the roasted All Natural Chicken with a garden ragout of sweet corn, English peas, caramelized pearl onions in a roasted chicken jus.

By the way, you can ordered Roasted Rabbit here. I actually thought about getting that, but didn't. We washed our meal down with Pinot Grigio. If it were up to me, I'd have preferred to go home and cook something more normal, but NO! this broad needs to be wined and dined at this superficial bistro.

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I take it you won't be invited Ceara ...

Today I woke up feeling absolutely terrible. I also had to meet Julia at 3 about this dude called Salim Kassir from Canada. This guy is a real character. He takes pictures of girls but always makes them look like victims to the harshest type of domestic abuse case you've ever witnessed. Linda said "he has this book of pictures he wants you to look at" so I said I would.

I didn't want to loose my appetite so I decided to have LUNCH at home. I made a Blackened Chicken Salad (enough to feed 4 people). I didn't use any spicy seasoning, just skinned, boned chicken breast halves, dijon mustard, finely chopped red onion, diced yellow bell pepper, lemon juice, cider vinegar, vegetable cooking spray, romaine lettuce, chopped tomato and flat-leaf parsley sprigs for garnish. Chicken cooked for 7 minutes both sides until it was well blackened, then washed this down with copious amounts of water.

On my way out I bumped into Yoko (the neighbors perverse wife). I'm always amused at how she dresses to the 9s even when she's going nowhere. Today she was wearing a Pink Peony and made a comment about the noise level last night.

College drab: White steam rice, orange chicken (I'm never sure if it's cardboard, chicken, dough, or fish underneath the fried crust) with the kind of steamed veggies I wouldn't have touched as a kid - I still have to force myself to finish the carrots (yuck). Served in a squeaky styrofoam container. I used chopsticks, that left an annoying taste of cheap wood in my mouth. Water. More coffee.

will smith is probably the greatest rapper of all time

One of those rare days when I'm actually packing a lunch. Today I'm having the only canned chili that matters: Stagg Dynamite Hot.

Spinach salad w/ artichoke, banana peppers, feta, onions, roma tomatoes and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. And a portion of a spinach and mushroom calzone with a glass of iced tea.

Today I'm making grilled fresh salmon fillet with hollandaise butter sauce. Back in the day, my father used to say "mix hollandaise sauce to anything and you will eat yourself to death." I took this literary and imagined having people over until we died of eating. My girlfriend hates the thought.

I also have tossed romaine lettuce in homemade caesar dressing, topped with croûtons, bacon bits and reggiano cheese. I have a terrible hang-over so I will probably dine on this alone, but I have Sparky coming over and some chick called Daniella.

Taco Del Mar Taco Salad with pork, whole pintos, hot sauce AND jalapenos.

Also cooked two Southern Indian dishes (Spicy Dhal with Tomatoes and Chicken in Coconut Milk) and a North Indian dish (mushrooms, potatoes, and tomatoes).

Tomorrow, will cook three more Northern Indian dishes (Naan, Rogan Josh (with beef) and a cauliflower item).

you forgot to blame Dick Cheney for your indigestion

Made a yummy lunch today. Scopped out insides of an avocado, wrapped it in lettuce then wrapped that in nori for a delicious wrap. Side of 2 eggs with runny yokes. Glass of water.

Today I had a fried bologna sandwich with melted velveeta slice and onions at my ex roomate's new home. She made it for me like she is Mom. She is worried about me and is being kind. I drank iced tea. Now I'm drinking diluted vodka and diet 7up I bought at the Cherry avenue fisher's Foods in Canton before I left Canton to drive down here to visit. I waited until my ex roomated and dear friend left to watch some college football game Ohio State at a friend's house. I hide my drinking from her because she cares and she won't let me in her home. I hope I can act sober when she retuirns. We are having pizza later from the little gas station up the road but that's dinner and not lunch. This place is in the boondocks of Coshocton County. It is beautiful and quiet out here. Spiders everywhere. Cats everywhere whom I love. I am drunk and I am happy.

What's up sock, hombres and hombrettes! Today, we welcomed three new interns to the studio at work. It was my responsibility to train them on their new computers machines. The one guy and the one girl were typical accounting nerds, but the third one is this dyn-o-mite looking blonde girl that lives nearby a good friend of mine and not too far from my home. She has these tender looking perky 22 year old boobies and a really cute face. WOW! I'm thinking of sabotaging her computer just so I get to spend more time working with her. Ooh la la.

At LUNCH I trolled to the cafeteria next door and ordered the Chicken Monterrey Sandwich special. This is a grilled chicken breast topped with some kind of white cheese, lettuce, tomato, and of course, bacon.

Accompanying this delicious sandwich were some ridged potato chips, a small cup of chicken dumpling soup, a dill pickle slice and a bowl of fruit (sliced strawberries, seedless red grapes, chunked pineapple, honey dew melon and canteloupe) for dessert.

Sparky gave me a call to meet him outside so he could show off his new baconmobile. He says it will improve his image, but I'm highly doubtful of this.

Il Sol on Robertson: grilled wild salmon and lightly steamed carrots. Ate it in my car and left. Delicious. Then went to Starbucks for an iced black coffee.

i ground pringles into sausage and then remolded it, i call it a pringle dog, im going to patent it and then open up a school called the pringle academy




(no i didnt)

lamb chops at a local turkish restaurant. very good.

I got a call from Arno today to meet him in Pasadena. Arno's doing research about how the human brain is able to recognize faces. He told me about this guy that got knocked upside the head and now, whenever he sees his parents, he thinks they're clones. Arno uses this guy with his "tests". It's all very strange stuff.

I was to meet Arno at the local sit-down restaurant/pub called Barney's LTD Grill and Pub.

I ordered their Fish fry.....3 generous pieces of beer-battered North Atlantic Cod, 2 slices of buttered rye bread, a bowl of new england clam chowder soup and seasoned French fried potatoes. I squeezed a fresh lemon wedge over the fish and washed this down with a cold pint of Einbecker.

Arno ordered some sort of cheeseburger with French fries and two glasses of Guinness Stout.

We walked outside and Arno was deep in conversation about this and that when this short Asian girl stood some distance from us and started shouting "vagina" and "eat me". At one point I think she even shouted "ass" but I could be mistaken.

When we were done, I was walking towards my car when the girl walked over to me and said "What were you guys talking about?" and I said "That guy was telling me about something called haecceity. What were you shouting over there?" and she said "I said vagina."

I ate Sergio's lunch.

Today was the kickoff of Loose Goose Wine Festival (officially starts tomorrow and ends on the 7th). Every business day during the month of October a different band performs at noon in a small pavilion a stonesthrow away from my office. There is a covered band shell area and then a grove of shade trees a half a city block long with benches. Food and beverages (brats, hamburgers, hot dawgs, chicken breastices, beer, wine, cocktails, soda) are served and it’s a really nice way to spend the lunch hour. Then, once day, the concert is repeated at 7:30 in the evening. Today was some group I've never heard of; a local act, that played originals and covers. My friend Cory is the dready bass player in this awesome 5-piece unit.

Heather (the 22yr old with perky breasts) joined me. We both had the Old Fashioned fish fry, which consisted of two pieces of beer-battered perch, 2 slices of buttered rye bread, French fried potatoes and cole slaw. I substituted green beans for the cole slaw. I squeezed a few lemons over the whole plate and salted/peppered everything. This delicious noonday meal was washed down with a pint of Amstel. Slurp. Ahhhhhh.

Here’s to many more wonderful lunches in the future!!!!

HA! sounds like my plans for tomorrow... hitting up the EPCOT food and wine festival.

I had a great lunch today. We started building a stone walkway for a friend of a friend and I forgot my lunch at home. The homeowner left to go shopping and returned with a huge container of breaded chicken wings, coffee and danishes. Saved my life. Her husband came home when we were packing up and they fed us beer while we talked hockey. It was a good day.

Today was Jessica's birthday. She's the top ace script supervisor. She used to date this guy called Paul who nobody liked, then one day he said he was stressed out with LA, packed up and left for San Francisco and that was that. As far as I know Jessica has been single since.

The girls down the hall made a cake but the rest of us ordered Indian food from a place called Tantra. What a stupid name for a restaurant.

They brought Spring chicken marinated in tandoori masala and Grilled in the tandoor then served with sweet mango "n" mint chutney. This was amazing.

The mains were Crisp fried chicken tossed, curry leaf, sweet peppers, kadhai garam masala and wine tomatoes plus some chicken marinated in yoghurt, red chillies and cumin seed, cooked in the tandoor and served with mint chutney. This was even more amazing.

We washed this spicy b-day luncheon down with lots of bottles of Pilsner lager. By 5pm we were sloshed- so we went the luna lounge for some good fashioned tiki-dance mayhem.

Where's the Luna Lounge? I have a friend who likes all things Tiki.

loopnode no idea where you hail from, but i would kill 8 mexicans for a damons cheeseburger and a mai tai in glendale, go there.

(i miss la canada)

food is passable, the mai tais are majestic

The stone walkway lady came home at lunch today and brought us pizzas, apple strudel, coffee and a 12 pack for the end of the day.

Today I made Paella. I used 4 chicken legs, 1 chorizo sausages cut into 1 inch pieces, 3/4 cup chopped onion, saffron (azafrán), 1 clove garlic, 1 teaspoon saffron threads, 2 cups chicken stock and 2 cups clam juice, 1/2 tea spoon of pepper and 1 tea spoon of salt. I marinated shrimp, garnished the paella with clams, artichoke hearts, pimentos, peas, crab and lobster then made the rice (yellow rice with zaffron).

Washed this down with a nice cold beer, the gf had wine and Mona had a beer. We sat talking for a while then decided to watch Blood Diamond. I feel asleep twice and only caught the end.