Never could get into sushi. It's one of those "It" foods that you either love or don't. I like the cool little train in the restaurants, though.
I am officially done with being productive today. I made hot wings and have a fridge full of beer and watching Trailer Park Boys will commence.
Interestingly enough, a sushi restaurant chain here in the UK (one of the ones that serves mid-range sushi on little plates on conveyor belts) has a promotion called Super Sumo Sundays, where you can pick unlimited plates off the conveyor belt, plus unlimited miso soup and tea, for £20. A friend and I hit that shit hard a couple hours ago and did some serious damage. Plates range in price from £2 to £6, depending on what's on them, and I had 30 of them (my friend had 10. Weak). We did a bit of maths at the end of the meal and figured out we'd fucked them over to the tune of £160 worth of food for £40. I always take all-you-can-eat offers as a personal insult. How dare you think your ludicrous promotions will give you a profit margin, peasant? I am Tom, Eater of Worlds! Where I feast, I leave only horrified patrons and weeping maitre'd's in my wake! None shall stand before me!
No, no. It's kind of like Golf: some guys hate playing it, but they'll jump all over an invitation to play because they get to drive that awesome cart, spend the day outside and get drunk.
Dear Christ. I stayed up all night Friday drinking cask wine, then went to a festival on Saturday where some random gave me free acid, then went to a friend's birthday party yesterday and kept drinking until midnight. Today is kicking my ass. And I left my Kindle in a park so I have nothing to read at work. Fuuuuuck. Edit: Still single ladies.
So after reading this thread, is it safe to assume Ballsack is going to disappear for a few months and pop back up as Ballsack5.0 some time around June or July? On an unrelated note: kidney stones suck and I really, really don't want to go to the hospital. I just see it as the inevitable conclusion to the pain I am currently in.
Acid? Lucky bastard. Haven't seen that shit in nearly ten years, it's so fucking RARE now. In 1995 after the Woodstock '94 pop culture flood it was falling off the trees. Most of my friends were doing it four, five nights a week. Not just the mellow shit either, the REEEEEEEEEAL goofy shit back then that makes you run right through wooden fences. Back then, for five dollars you could drop a tiny piece of paper on your tongue, then look at a campfire and stone cold laugh your ass off for eight straight hours. Those were economic times. SPeaking of getting high, I'm going to get high. That works on so many levels.
Yeah it's come back in favour in a big way here. I didn't see it for about 3 years, and suddenly it's everywhere. The thought of doing it 4-5 times a week is slightly horrifying to me though, that would be fucking intense. The festival was ok, but the best part of that evening was getting home, sparking a j, and putting The Matrix on the projector. In the scene where he touches the mirror and it starts coating his body I nearly jizzed my pants.
That sounds way better than drinking this shitty Steel Reserve and trying to figure out my next career move.
Today Li'l Bandit and I went on a nature hike, and caught two small scorpions! (That's a quarter in the picture, for reference. That was the best resolution I could get.) And yesterday, we went to a boat show, and afterwards, we checked out the new veterans' memorial that is being built right next to the civic center. It's a 100' tall tower, covered in black marble. But it isn't done yet, and Li'l Bandit and I found a way to get inside of it. It's hollow, and there is a ladder going all the way to the top... Yeah, we went there. I apologize for the blurry quality of the pictures, that thing sways in the wind when you get to the top, and my phone has a long exposure time. Spoiler The tower. That's not us in the foreground. Spoiler This is the view looking up from the bottom. Spoiler Here's the view from the top, looking down. That's my pant leg in the lower right of the frame. I'm not a good photographer. Spoiler And here's Li'l Bandit smiling at the top of the tower!
Almostgaunt definitely wins competition for the best weekend. The award for the worst weekend probably goes to Sack. I'm just sorry I went to bed early and missed out that shit in realtime. I'm glad I'm not the only one extremely jealous of Almostgaunt. Dropping acid sounds way more fun then going to the pathetic law review elections with people I cannot stand. Especially on a weekend.
Put on the Grammy's for a little bit. Someone named Frank Ocean just sang a song about Forest Gump. It was beyond horrible. He just kept saying Forest Gump over and over with the other words mumbled. About two people clapped after.
I'm not saying $200 is reasonable, but it isn't unreasonable if you're being served by an artist. Consider it a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Watch this. Jiro Dreams of Sushi I now consider eating there a life goal.
Dude real talk, have you taken a hard look at your food? I'm clearly biased and want to say avoid grains like the plague, but have you looked at what nutrients/lack of nutrients can help or hurt you? This may be a lot easier than it seems.
I keep telling him to drink more beer to flush that shit out. Maybe he isn't getting the dosage right. Drink beer EVERY DAY. As much as you can stand. SCIENCE. I feel like I am channeling Crown Royal typing in CAPS. YELLING WITH LETTERS. THIS POST BROUGHT TO YOU BY STEEL RESERVE.
I avoid foods that exacerbate it (Chocolate, soda, things like that), but the last time I had a scan, the doctor said I had four fully formed stones just waiting to move and cause me agony. I'm on the 2nd one. So yeah. Fuck. I've also drank so much water my piss is clear, and also happening every 30 minutes or so. I'm thinking a doctor visit is in my near future. I sure could use some pain meds.