What?
Looking up siopao on the internet, I get this bit from wikipedia: "[T]here are several siopao stuffing varieties which could be either Asado or bola-bola that may use pork, chicken, beef, shrimp, cat meat, salted duck eggs."Duck eggs? Cat meat? And this is just the Filipino version of steamed buns! You can always put something in steamed buns, but that don't necessarily mean I'll eat it. I just want the bbq pork.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siopao
On the drive home tonight, I listened to the radio. Tuned into the local classic rock station which was celebrating music from 1983. Said music is classic rock like classic rock was when I was in high school. 20+ years to the music of the 80s just as back in the 80s it was 20+ years to the Beatles, the Stones and the Who.
Putting your sugar water into a 9 ounce can is not innovative.
Setting up a website to tout how innovative you are is itself not innovative.
I’ll wait for your tweet about it.
Someone’s ready
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ESPN’s app already has games for next year. Hee hee!
This should be tweeted, but your limited to 140 characters.
I’m watching Ghanjani, some BollyWood film on iFC. It starts off as rip-off of Memento: some guy with amnesia looking for the killer of his girl.
And then like all Bollywood films, the singing kicks in. We’re now in some romantic comedy showing the back story of how the guy with amnesia falls in love with the girl. It’s a case of mistake identity. And singing.
When will it get back to the thriller?
UPDATE WITH REVIEW:
I was just looking for something to watch this morning as I was waking up, and I decided to check out one of the free channels that I get on DirectTV. It’s the Independent Film Channel, iFC, showing their Sunday Bollywood programming. I let the station play as I was more interested in the morning’s news on the blogs. That is until, that dude decided to beat some guy up. Then I was intrigued about the movie. Then they started in with the singing. And the movie went from some thriller to romantic comedy.
She was a struggling model low on her ad agency’s actress list. He was the scion of the big telecom company. He’s come back from America to take charge of the family business. She is somehow linked to him. She pretends he’s her boyfriend. It works and she becomes the darling of the ad agency. They do finally meet. Cute. She thinks he’s an aspiring actor. She helps him get a job with her clout. They sing and dance.
Then we go back to finding out how she dies. And we’re back into Memento land and the bad ass kicking ass theme.
I was more interested in the romantic comedy. I wonder if that would make a better movie.
3 of 5 stars
さっき不覚にも遅れをとった分をなんとかここで巻き返し！
Dreamed about I.
We were driving around in my convertible Mini Cooper. CapitolSwell, my dad, the FishTank and some other person. We had to go to a restaurant to meet the FishTank’s lawyer. It was I.
She was very fidgety and flighty — talking fast. She smoked. We sat down. She was talking to everyone in the restaurant. She handed cigarettes to some people. She yelled her order at the wait staff.
After signing the contracts. We walked out, and she went to smoke. I said to CapitolSwell, “I wonder if I can get her to give me a cigarette?” I already had one in my hand which I handed back to CapitolSwell, as I asked her for one.
While puffing away together, I asked her how long its been since we’ve seen each other. I kept going on about 15 years. She kept babbling since high school. She was still fidgety. I attempted to hug her, but stopped and asked if I could. She said go ahead. I did. It felt good.
I thought about getting her number. Right as I was about to ask, she puts out her cigarette in a dramatic fashion, says she’s got to get back to dinner with her parents, says great to see me, and goes back inside. I put out my cigarette.
As we walk away to get in the car, she comes running back out. I ask for her number. She says okay. I pull out my iPhone. She tries to grab it out of my hand screaming let me to let her enter her number. I’m waiting for iPhone to wake from sleep. As it does she grabs it and starts jabbing at buttons. She’s very unsuccessful at getting her number on iPhone. She comments about my red wallpaper, “Why’s your phone all red?” With no actual number entered, she runs to her parents as they come out the restaurant.
I walk up and calmly ask for her to give me her number. She gives it to me as her parents eyeball me while speak German to each other.
I then say I’ll call sometime. I run to the car where I jump in the back middle seat. CapitolSwell takes the keys to drive, and my dad had been drinking a soda. The other person joins us in the back seat grumbling about the tight seating arrangement. I say to CapitolSwell, “You sure you can drive stick?” He gets the car going and crunches some gears. At a stop sign, he doesn’t want to stand still so he cuts in front of some guy walking in the cross walk. He sees some dude tailgating, tells him off, and steps on the gas.
As we speed away I stand up into the wind and look back. The tailgater is coming up fast again.
Kal Pen of Harold and Kumar fame takes a job with the Obama administration.
I don’t know why this fascinates me this morning. It’s more than likely that I was wondering if this guy can get the administration to take decriminalization of marijuana seriously rather than to snicker like high high school students at the suggestion of legalization. And perhaps Doogie Howser will show up to trash the White House one day.
Because I am lazy like that. Here’s one from a suggestion from Ms. FishTank. Don’t blame me if it sucks. 😛
Now hold on to me pretty baby
If you want to fly
I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes
Shiny Toy Guns, “Le Disko”
