The Worst Things Come From Inside Here

I wanted to break out of my quickly-becoming routine of updating on Sundays. So I'm updating on a Saturday night. Big whoop.

I'm slated to attend Monday's Art Seminar for Non-Artists in school. It's free (at least the lecture is) and it's something I know in my head that I want to do, but yesterday I received the list of materials to bring and it dawned on me that this is a serious thing. Ulp! Canvas, acrylics, brushes, everything! Plus, I'm going there alone. Time to suck it up.

I managed to take the half-day off that day, with it the promise that I work for 4 hours today. So I did, and I realize that this is the first time in a long while that I'm working on a weekend, something I used to do with regularity back in the day. And I must say if there little pressure to deliver soon it's not that bad. I can play the new Brownman Revival at an appropriate volume (loud) and I can do a little dance when the Java compiles perfectly...Ok, too much information.

Currently I'm kind of annoyed at my rained-out Saturday night. But I guess I shouldn't complain. In ten days I've ran into, or dined with, or spied on, or have been interviewed by people I was pleased to see. Housed-in Saturday it is.

Despite the birth pains our apparel company is starting to take its first steps. Thank God. Sometimes I think I take art seminars to compensate my startup-apparel company whoreship, and I started a company to compensate for my IT-consulting whoreship. So in my life there's a lot of...compensation. And...whoreship.

Taking pleasure in the details: Sausage McMuffin with Egg. Mickey D takes a lot of flak these days, but I feel two things will keep it from ultimate ruin. The other one? The Caramel Sundae.

Where We're Going We Don't Need Roads

Alternatively titled "I'm George, George McFly, Your Destiny."

Back to the Future is on HBO rotation again. What luck! One of the top five movies that are responsible for what I am today. Okay, maybe that's not such a good thing.

Anyone realize that that movie is 20 years old? And we're 10 years away from the events in BTTF II? It boggles the mind. Society has a decade to come up with the hoverboard. Not to mention fusion energy from everyday trash. Speaking of the sequel, remember how Marty somehow screws his future up by getting into a drag racing accident? How the McFlys barely get by in the future? I now think that these events might have nothing to do with the future. The future is probably screwed up by default.

God, I can talk volumes about this movie.

And speaking of luck and destiny, instead of going to the mall with my parents as I originally planned, I decided to jog in school instead in the spur of the moment. (Yeah I still call it school.) And school was full of eye candy this afternoon like you can't imagine. Eye candy that jog. I love that school.

(I'm reminded of some guy I've recently met through a friend who told me I'm the first person he's heard the words 'eye candy' from in a long time. WHAT?!? What kind of crazy world does he live in?)

All that candy plus I get to watch that scene where Biff and the gang chase Marty on his makeshift skateboard all over town. And I got to eat this homemade salad with strawberries in it. Everyone needs days like this.

The Best Blog You've Never Read

It's been a couple of weeks, I know. In these last two weeks I've realized a few things. One, that I've put a ridiculously high standard for the new people I meet, and high standards equals bad first impressions and bad first impressions equals bad second, third and fourth impressions. Two, the person who sets people up on blind dates should never ever indicate during the date that the two setupees should hit it off. Three, do not offer me the mic during videoke night and Bon Jovi's "I'll Be There For You" is up next and I'm halfway into the beer barrel because I will take you up on that offer.

My new job isn't as much pressure as my old one, thank God. So with all the spare time I manage to salvage I waste them thinking about...yuppie purchases. Good God I'm turning into one of them! Break out the iPod Shuffle! Haha, I kid. But seriously I have been spending way too much, and I haven't even gotten through the entire wish list yet. Next up is the Wacom Pen, and the new Foo Fighters album.

My company (the other one, the one I'm supposed to be co-founding) is experiencing birth pains. Not good.

Thanks to the recently-departed Best President We've Never Had, my brother and I have taken to calling everything 'the best blank you've never blanked'. A few examples:

Black Coffee is the best All Saints song you've never downloaded.
Veronica Mars is the best show you've never seen. (Although I think in this case it's true.)
Rachel McAdams is the best actress you'll never recognize.

Among others. A little side note, though. If I know for a fact you didn't vote for Roco in the last election, please don't go around claiming he's the best we've never had. It strikes me as stupid.

Sliding Doors

Tonight will be known as the night I thought I was going to eat dinner alone and ended up being set up on a blind date for next week. Sometimes I think life isn't what we make it, instead it's just a series of coincidences. "A random lottery of meaningless tragedies and a series of near-escapes." I'll never get that quote out of my head.

It seems that every shop in Makati is playing Nina Live. Someone make it stop. I know sometimes I sound like Rob from High Fidelity but really, it's too much. Too freaking nice and parent-friendly. We need another Smells Like Teen Spirit.

Congrats to Kris and the new baby Mika. Mika as in Hakkinen, I'm guessing, and not Salo. Is it a coincidence the Flying Finn's heir apparent won last weekend's Hungaroring GP? I think not. (Do we still call Kimi heir apparent?)

I had my payroll account from my former employer closed today, and the teller asked why I left such a lucrative position. I'd like to tell her that it's so hard to explain, sometimes I don't even convince myself.