A Stranger in a Strange Land

I’ve called the cops on my neighbours because they insisted on pounding music at 4 am on a Tuesday morning.

So one day someone stole a package from my front door, along with the temperature sensor that lets me know how cold it is outside.

The outdoor reading has been blank for a month. All this time I thought it was the people living next to me that did it, but I didn’t have any proof.

The temperature reading came back on today. The sensor has a range of 200 ft or about 60 meters.

My room is at 60 F, it’s 33 F outside and the sensor reads 45 F. My guess is it’s in their garage.

*rubs hands gleefully* …. Revenge is going to be sweet ….

OK, I know the whole argument about bottled water being ridiculous, what with water from the tap being almost free and all, but this takes the cake.

it’s supposed to make you feel less hungry, increase metabolism, and block carbohydrate absorption if you drink a bottle four times a day, a half-hour before you eat

If you drink ANY kind of water a half hour before you eat I guarantee you will feel less hungry. What they add in there to do the rest of the stuff they claim is beyond me.

If anyone I know buys this, I’m gonna sock them in the head. Hard.

(From Gizmodo)

The two flights to San Diego take about 5 hours to complete.

The actual journey takes me about 12 hours.

I like the feeling of embarking on a trip, and I like the people and places I get to see when I get to wherever I’m going.

What I need to do to get to my destination sucks though. I used to like going to airports when I was younger (it all seemed so technologically marvelous), but life has shown me that they are harbingers of sadness too.

Sitting in Houston waiting for my flight to board, they never do board on time. and when they start we line up like cattle and fight to get in first. To sit and wait somemore for it to take off. Thus I always try to be the last one onto the bloody plane.

** In M’s 70’s style apartment now. Having a great time so far. The weather here rocks.

1. I think a monkey designed the New Paper website. A stupid monkey.
2. Straits Times is not free to read online but the New York Times is.
3. Stupid neighbours that pound music through your wall at midnight. I plan to pound music back during finals week since I have no exams.

So I finally tell myself to go out and watch Batman Begins, even though everyone I know here has gone to see it already. Get all dolled up and drive through the humid night air to plunk down nine bucks admission.

During the previews I notice that the left half of the screen is out of focus. Never mind, maybe the movie will be fine.

The movie starts and nope, Liam Neeson is blur, Christian Bale is clear. Candles on the left of the door are blur, candles on the right are clear.

Is it just me? I go outside and talk to the popcorn dude. He says he’ll check it out.

Go back and see that the left half of Ken Watanabe’s face is still blur. Na beh. Maybe I should have told someone else other than the popcorn dude. Go back outside and talk to the sign-changing dude. Sign-changing dude comes in the check, agrees there’s a problem and leaves.

10 minutes later, Morgan Freeman is blur, batsuit is clear.

The people sitting behind me probably think I have a bladder the size of a peanut by now as I leave for the third, and final time. Finally manage to drag the manager out of his office and he says he’s sorry and wants to give me a free pass for two people. Got him to give me two single passes instead.

Drove home to the strains of Snow Patrol.

I used to love watching the Food Network here in the US, but over the past few years they (in my opinion) have gone quite steadily downhill. They have become a travel channel almost. Showing food around the US and people doing Italian/French/Southern cooking (while grinning stupidly) are about the only shows that they produce now.

Oh wait, they have those weight loss cooking shows now too. Calorie Commando? Ergh. Iron Chef is the only saving grace besides Mario and he comes on so early it’s like they’re trying to keep him a secret …  and don’t get me started on Emeril.

I’ve been watching Ramsey’s Kitchen Nighmares recently over on BBC America, and it blows anything the Food Network produces away. Gordan Ramsey’s brilliant, just brilliant and I’m now a big fan. I don’t think it’s supposed to be a cooking show per se but in the course of showing us how Ramsey saves restaurants I’ve learnt so much about what goes on behind the kitchen scenes.

Maybe it’s the producers in the US though, they got Ramsey over here doing something called Hell’s Kitchen and it makes him look like a ranting loony when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

But it’s still better that 90% of the crap that’s on Food TV now.

This stinks.

Chance of snow? You gotta be kidding me.

Especially after the wonderful weather we’ve been having lately. Guess it was too good to last.

Lucky I put off washing the car. 

Looks like Channel News Asia is beefing up it’s Singapore section. That’s pretty wise of them considering their hits must have gone up after the inane decision to start charging for online content by ST.

The boycott of the Straits Times is working quite well so far, that’s the true beauty of the internet age. I can use Google News, CNA, any number of the Singaporean blogs in the blogosphere and (shh) even TNP to keep up with what’s happening back home.

So phooey to you, ST.

I’m not even sure the stupid tagboard is worth having … this is what I have but I’m extremely tempted to tear the entire thing down because it looks too ugly. Comments would be helpful in deciding to keep it or not.

So I’m in the toilet that has 3 stalls, I’m dropping my kids off at the pool in the leftmost one.

It’s the best feeling in the world, to be able to move your bowels in peace and not feel the urge to keep things quiet.

Until this guy comes in and goes to the middle stall i.e right next to me.

Hello?! Have the common courtesy to leave a 1 stall buffer please!

Talk about spoiling the mood. I had to finish up and left in a huff.

Guy with brown Nikes, I know who you are (from the knees down) so watch out.