Want a Google Wave invitation?

Hit me up in the blog comments, send an email, or think about me hard enough to set off my spidey-sense.
Note: I plan on giving away a couple; the rest are for family.
My Wave invite (and Gmail as well) came from Osaka Bill, so anybody who gets an invite should feel compelled to sign the petition for The Cure to play live in Japan (except that the actual signing page seems hosed. Oh, and the deadline passed 2 years ago..).
UPDATE: Invitations have been reserved to be sent to a couple lucky winners; Google says that they aren’t always sent out immediately. Also, the Cure petition ended because they actually played at the Fuji Rock Festival in 2007 after a 23-year absence from Japan. Duh.

I made a perfect salad today…

Tekito Salada:

  • A bag of mixed lettuce Nam bought on sale yesterday
  • Onion
  • Bell pepper
  • Thick-cut ham slices
  • 2 processed cheese slices

Special Tekito Salada Topping:

  • Canned tuna
  • Kewpie mayo
  • Spike seasoning
  • Pepper

Tekito Salada Dressing:

  • Balsamic vinegar
  • Olive oil
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Sesame seeds

* Note that tekito (??) means “whatever works” in Japanese.
Prepare and toss all of the Tekito Salada ingredients after dribbling on a suitable amount of Tekito Salada Dressing, then top with a scoop of Special Tekito Salada Topping. If your seasoning mojo is spot on, like mine was today, you will have created a perfect salad.
Possible improvements (if they happen to be in the fridge next time): Tomatoes, Borabu apples (or jicama), jerked cane frog powder

Max Damage

Max and I have an ever-evolving game of kickball that we play inside the house at night. It’s evolving so well, in fact, that last night I kicked the ball off the wall and it smacked directly into a tempered glass bowl sitting on the counter on its rebound, which of course slid off and broke on the kitchen tile in a hundred little pieces (luckily, it was tempered, so it wasn’t a thousand little pieces). And of course, I did this in full view of my wife, who was too angry for words, but also (luckily for me) too pregnant to get up and slap me silly… Max thought this was all just hilarious, which made Nam even more apoplectic.
I am a bad role model, and I really suck at soccer.
At least I’m reasonably good at breaking things, otherwise I’d be a total failure!
On a side note, I’ve gotten in several arguments with various people, mostly at work, all this week, so I need to chill a bit, maybe. Sometimes it’s just hard when you feel like your true calling in life is being a mushroom cloud-laying m0th3rfuck3r, m0th3rfuck3r.

Royalty Visiteth

The crown princess is coming to Rajabhat Mahasarakham University for some kind of contest to be held at our new indoor event hall. This means I saw the first helicopter since the last time a member of the royal family came (last year, when another princess landed on our track to be taken by motorcade to preside over the graduation festivities for the sports college next door, where I exercise every day). Our building’s parking lot has been declared the space for motorbikes, so there are probably a thousand parked out there so far.
In an hour or so when I leave for my workout, I hope I can get my car out. I parked it under some trees far away, but even those spaces might fill up.