Category: Randomness

Nov62008

Let freedom ring!

Warning: This post is not safe for work, kids, or people against gay marriage. This post is an expression of disgust towards the recently-passed California Proposition 8. I understand that some people (even those who share the same beliefs as me) may find this post offensive, possibly even think of less of me. But that’s okay, because this is an honest representation of how I feel right now. To find other bird-flippin’ people like me, check out the list here (Diary of a Modern Matriarch), the person who started it (Eating Out Loud), and who I heard it from (Offbeat Bride).

I’m generally a pretty indifferent person who cares a lot about what people think of me… so why am I posting this? My mind’s already been really out of whack the last several weeks because of my own wedding. Being in California, the battle for Prop 8 has also been at its peak during the same period. Staying up late doing last minute crafting projects, I’ve had to constantly hear that stupid “Mom! Guess what I learned in school today!” commercial during every break of the Craig Ferguson Show. When I went to get my marriage license, I saw lesbian couples lined in front of us, rushing to get married because people were going to vote on whether or not their love is valid or equal. As I ran around Cupertino gathering supplies for my wedding, I watched a thousand Silicon Valley citizens march for Yes on Prop 8, carrying signs telling people to honk for Yes on Prop 8. And disgustingly enough, people honked back.

I got married on Saturday, not really thinking that in a few days, not everyone I know can get married where I got married. I woke up Wednesday morning, finding out that Prop 8 had passed. I felt sad, disappointed, and angry with my state. Really? Even in California?

So in my current not-so-stable emotional state, I shall take my newly gained bling and vulgarly express what I think about Prop 8. This is not meant to convince anyone of anything. I’m just making use of my first amendment rights (go america.) to show how fucked up I think this is. Gay marriage does not make my marriage any less sacred.

Two birds, one stone

Pardon my already-flaking French manicured nails.

New thing I learned today: Depression cake is a cake recipe commonly made during the Great Depression that doesn’t use butter or eggs, ingredients that were hard to get during that period. Thanks to Eating Out Loud for the educational tidbit.

Oct62008

Hey you! RSVP now!

You people know who you are :P Whether or not you’re actually coming, please RSVP ASAP. Or at least let me know when you will know for sure. It’ll make our lives a lot easier.

In case you can’t tell from my complete lack of posting, we’re majorly busy. Bleh, tired.

Sep232008

I’ve been wanting this warning label for years

When I was first interviewed for the job I currently have now about 3.5 years ago, I was given a tour of the test floor, which has all sorts of testing equipment. One of my lasting impressions of my first visit there was this warning label on one of those machines:

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I finally got the guts to violate corporate policy and take a camera phone picture of it last week. Only took me THREE years :P I asked one of the test floor guys if he’d thought I’d get in trouble, and he just laughed at me. (You can see his reflection in the picture.)

New thing I learned today: There are three levels of warning: CAUTION (could be dangerous and might result in minor or moderate injury), WARNING (could be dangerous and might result in serious injury or even death), and DANGER (is dangerous and will result in serious injury or death).

Sep152008

Tina Fey for Vice President!

The current state of politics, particularly with the addition of Sarah Palin to the Republican ticket, is a big bummer in all seriousness, but the silver lining is that it makes for great comedic material. I’ve been particularly enjoying the stuff coming from The Daily Show, especially Sarah Palin Gender Card and Bristol Palin’s Choice. The opening of last Saturday’s SNL, however, really takes the cake, mainly because of Tina Fey’s incredibly awesome impersonation of Sarah Palin.

You know what’s even funnier? This statement in response to the skit from one of John McCain’s top aides Carly Fiorina:

“The portrait was very dismissive of the substance of Sarah Palin, and so in that sense, they were defining Hillary Clinton as very substantive, and Sarah Palin as totally superficial,” Fiorina told MSNBC earlier Monday. “I think that continues the line of argument that is disrespectful in the extreme, and yes, I would say, sexist in the sense that just because Sarah Palin has different views than Hillary Clinton does not mean that she lacks substance.”

OMG LOL. Methinks someone doesn’t get the joke or the word “sexism“. Man, women are so dumb.

Aug202008

Quench your thirst

Andrew finally posted the Sierra Mist commercial he did a while back on Studio Sokodei’s Youtube channel. I’d been bugging him to put it up since I kept hearing about it and never saw it. The commercial was in “S.T.E.A.M. - The Movie” by NoN.D.E. Fan Films.

Well, that was refreshing. I believe the anime used is JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

New thing I learned today: “JoJo” does not refer to just one main character. The manga (which is still ongoing) is broken up into several series that each have a different cast of characters, but all the main characters in each arc is essentially “JoJo” (i.e. Jonathan Joestar, Jotaro Kujo).

Aug92008

I feel bad for not being a young mom

Today, I went flower girl dress shopping with Kelvin’s sis-in-law Susie and her super-cute daughters, with the important one being Naomi since she’s our flower girl. We checked out Little Angels (a cheaper frilly dress shop for little girls, and by cheaper, I mean $65 as opposed to $120… f*cking ripoff) at Oakridge. After trying on several dresses, Naomi was rewarded with time in the play area for “good” behavior. I watched over Naomi as Susie went to deal with Hana’s stinky needs.

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The play area has a bunch of things for kids to climb on/through and jump off. The area is walled off by these cushy benches, where adults can take a breather from shopping and wrangling children. As I sat there watching her every move, a young woman spoke to me.

Lady: How old is she?
Me, slightly startled from staring into space: Who? Her? [points at Naomi and thinks a little bit] She’s going to be three in September. [goes back to staring into space]
End conversation.

This was an obvious/typical lead-in to a conversation about our children. Not wanting to be mistaken for a young mom or discuss baby stuff, I stopped the conversation ASAP, somewhat awkwardly. In hindsight, I feel bad for blatantly blowing her off, since she was just trying to be nice, probably bored and felt like talking to someone while watching her kid. I could/should have just asked about her kid (a cute little boy in overalls, ~1yo) and talked about how Naomi is definitely not my kid. I’m generally somewhat sociable (not always, I admit), but I think I was particularly deterred from discussion since I witnessed earlier at a bridal shop some mommy talk. Susie and the shop workers were talking about their kids and experiences and how kids are this and that blah blah blah. Barf. Anyway, sorry young mother sitting next to me at the Oakridge play area.

I guess I felt like confessing to the internet this totally mundane occurrence. You know what else was weird? When I grabbed Naomi’s shoes from the shoe cubbies at the play area, the cubby next to hers had the exact same shoes. Same brand, design, and size! (Susie: “They’re from Target, heh.”) Greatly confused both Naomi and me. Thankfully, their pair was brand new while Naomi’s was… yuck.

…give me a break, I don’t feel like writing an essay about cake right now.

Aug82008

Witnessing a squirrel freak-out

As I left work and headed to my car today, I heard some weird animal sounds. I’m not sure how to describe it; it was kind of a mix of chirping and screeching, going back and forth between long shrieks and short grunts. It got louder as I walked towards my car. I saw some birds near my car, and they flew away, but the sounds were still there. Watching the birds fly off, my eyes went to a nearby telephone pole. A squirrel was clinging on, facing the ground. It would twitch every time a screech occurred, so apparently it was the source of the noise.

Imagine hearing that on repeat like 300 times. Isn’t that bizarre? I didn’t even know squirrels made noise! I thought they spent their entire lives being all ninja-like. The squirrel wouldn’t move, stuck there screaming nonstop. I was about to go home, but the sound was freaky, so I went to investigate. There’s a small dirt hill for plants separating the parking lot and the fence the telephone pole is next to. I walked over the hill, eyes on the squirrel, and I saw at the corner of my eye a bushy tailed cat bounce away from the base of the telephone pole. It ran off to go hide underneath a car. I guess the squirrel was feeling threatened by the cat. The squirrel was still freaking out, so I went to check out the cat.

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That cat wasn’t very happy to see me. The squirrel was still screaming, so I went to go check it out again. This time, it decided to acknowledge my presence, shut up, and ran up the pole. As it turns out, the squirrel wasn’t alone on the pole. Upon closer inspection there was second, quieter squirrel hanging out above the first squirrel.

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They pretty much just stuck to their hangout up on the telephone pole, and the cat disappeared from underneath the car, so not much else to see. With my curiosity satiated, I went home.

New thing I learned today: That squirrels make freaky noises. More specifically, they screech and flick their tail as signs of aggression at predators and to warn other squirrels.

Some more examples of squirrel freakouts on Youtube: 1 2.