Max in his new Monterey Bay Aquarium vest and Khao Yai National Park hat!
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
a comment that can make you laugh or cry
This story was great, but the first comment just made my head explode: Lost in the Waves
Swept out to sea by a riptide, a father and his 12-year-old son struggle to stay alive miles from shore. As night falls, with no rescue imminent, the dad comes to a devastating realization: If they remain together, they’ll drown together.
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!
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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.
Linux Mint
I haven’t touched Linux since Ubuntu 7, but recently, a good friend recommended Linux Mint. I think I’ll try it out and see how far things have progressed.
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.
Here’s a tribute to my MJ moment earlier this evening..
Luckily, it’s awesome.
Pass the Tiger Balm Already
I was horrified today when my personal trainer (male, 20) started massaging my legs with floral scented lotion instead of the sports liniment I’d been expecting… Horrified, yet silent.
Around Mahasarakham: The OTOP Marketplace
Note: With this entry, I’m starting a new category of posts called Around Mahasarakham (AKA Around Maha Sarakham). People have been asking exactly what the town we live in is like, so I’ll try to document it better in the future.
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Built to fail just last year, the OTOP marketplace is already sliding into moldy disuse, and the unmistakable stench of broken loser dreams permeates the entire area. It’s one of my favorite places to hang out as its right down the street from work, it’s always deserted, and my old rusty car just belongs in the parking lot.
Also, I buy bottled water in bulk there for half what it’s sold for at Big C or Tesco (that’s saying a lot), and occasionally look at the farm tools, 4th rate electronics, and used Korean black market shoes sold at various loser stores there just for fun… This place is cool because it’s a horrible pit of failure and wasted tax dollars, and everybody there knows it. Most of the shops some how manage to make enough to keep going it seems, but I just don’t know how. I’ve been there 35 or 30 times, and the most cars I’ve ever seen in the huge parking lot (not counting the ones they used to sell secondhand out front) was still less than 10.
Anyway, the various shops and stalls that comprise the marketplace just aren’t very interesting, so I’ve never taken photos of them. A month ago, though, I came across a strange sight behind the administrative office building where I’d parked my car in the shade:
Nice shoes!
Of course, Max thought this was totally hilarious but didn’t appreciate his mother swatting his hand away when he tried to goose them…
No no no no no no no
Currently Mr. Max’s favorite words, accompanied by firm waving off with arms and violent shaking of head. Can be applied to people, objects, or actions, but especially to unwanted food, baths, and authority figures. Has recently been found to actually mean “yes”, probably because Max can’t yet say yes.