I forgot to mention yesterday—or was it Wednesday, I forget—that my honey at Chipotle, nor any other employee there, does in fact not wear a name tag on her chest. Went a little earlier, during the lunch hour rush, so if my eyes turned away, in that general direction, it was because I caught her in an embarrassing moment of having folded up my burrito while it was still waiting on a new tray of fajita peppers and onions. But by then they had already been thoroughly exhausted examining a fellow patron a few orders ahead of me in line, an astounding young Asian beauty my memory of whose details, such as the tight-fitting striped blue shirt achingly loosened only in the front by the weight of her purse, is either a testament thereof or, in the more reasonable alternative, of the paucity of my own existence.

I still don't get MySpace.com. Share comments on crappy webpages? But check it out, Asian4U superstar Nancy Ho lives within 5 miles of me.

Not that I'm hurting for PS2 controllers (I have three Sony's, one of which is doodadded for use on my PC), but 2-boxing a healer with the same Black model has more than once gotten me killed fumbling for the right one. In fact, main reason I even considered an Xbox 360 for FFXI was because its is White, too, but here was the solution at a fraction of the cost… well, whether or not I choose to include the 10~15 bucks over the identical—though Black, mind you—Logitech product available here in the States. Which, incidentally, includes the 2 AA's; Japanese electronics are usually good about that, so this is a disappointment. Likewise, "compact" must be a flexible term of art, or a local marketing misnomer, that takes into account the narrowing size gap between some of our body parts. (Always looking for an excuse for that link, I am.) Ho-hum, the actual review: feels solid enough and does the job well enough, but enough of the enoughs; there's a noticeable delay in response time and no option to turn off the analog LED, which can't help battery life. That, and the unfamiliarity for OEM users from going with a contourless surface just proves that Nintendo's Wavebird was the first and so far only wireless alternative to get it right.

Splitfish has the right idea (use this story link instead of the deplorable flash-only corporate site), but of course, we know theirs is hardly unique, nor of much use, without the app(s) to back it up. Hello, Kentia Hall.

BSOD'd after a Skype call and I lost another post I hadn't published. Faced with the task of recreating it from memory (because the original motivation's certainly gone), I'm inclined to conclude that there wasn't enough to it to warrant the effort. I wonder if God will feel the same after we blow ourselves to bits. Or maybe, as Douglas Adams might say, this is v2.0.

You'd think I'd had enough by now, levelling a thankless job that Square Enix has left to the mercy of inevitable offensively-minded party setups, but like Bart and Lisa back on the Log Ride at Itchy & Scratchy Land, I'm back for more. Beastmaster, however, allows me to EXP at my own pace, with barely any recognition I'm even in an MMORPG; basically, be as antisocial as I can. Intriguing how we're all supposed to be playing with each other, yet the greatest rewards go to those who "solo." Should be the self-satisfaction, but you know human nature, wherever it flourishes, always boils down to greed and bragging rights. Me, I just want to charm anything in my way.

I had a dream last night that woke me up at 4:30am or so, not because it was particularly disturbing or rewarding, but I did think it would make for good material for today's post. Of course, I can't remember a thing now. Something about a sneaky kid… though probably not one 入江　紗綾, a 12-year-old upon whose already-overworked shoulders lies the awesome responsibilty of mending war-torn relations. Um, yeah. I'd better refrain from commenting—but come on, look: even Alvin in Singapore is 21.

Panda Express: "You and your spouse will be happy in life together." My spouse will be glad to know, then, that I finally got PLD to Lv.75 yesterday and will be available to watch our new Robot Chicken DVD together tonight.

Boing Boing blogged about 槟榔西施 figures, and I thought, neat, reminds me of our own Homies from a while back. Alas, my personal experience with the genuine article isn't anything to write home about; my tours through the Taiwanese countryside were always so fleeting, all I remember was seeing them as we drove by, always at nighttime, in their brightly lit tollbooth-like stands. Before they were explained to me, I had my own ideas of what was going on there… which for once, I'd like to turn out to be much worse.

The girl at Chipotle whose name(tag) somehow escapes me, as often as I've stared at her chest, smiles as she rolls my burrito with all the extra rice and two scoops of hot salsa, though the sight of me letting so much of them fall into my hands before even making it in—and then with the least attention to table manners, much less any semblance of evolution—probably wouldn't elicit the same reaction. I really must stop eating alone at my desk and remember what it's like to with company… I can revert to this once I'm married, right? Isn't that what couples share, how fucking ugly they look while stuffing their faces? They don't close the bathroom doors, either.

Well, until then—or in spite thereof, whatever—I'll waste my disposable income on things like Metroid DS, which interests me by offering a control scheme similar to the one I envisioned, again, for my FPS idea (the original Hori link in which seems to have broken, so I hope this will do) …UPDATE: Lost interest looking at the last one for sale in the cabinet at Target, because the cashier with the key walked away. Could be worse; earlier I got quite excited about seeking out a copy of たけしの挑戦状, but then I'd have to find the right auctions on Yahoo! Japan, write まり and offer up more of my 義理 to get her to bid on them for me. Or I could kick back with FFXI, forever.

Right, I got a renewal notice for my drivers license today. It actually asks if my vision's been impaired since. No wonder Hans Molemen plague the streets; the other day I watched as one small middle-aged Asian woman in an Avalon in front of me just hopped the curb on her way to the left turn lane. Try as I might to keep clear of her for the rest of Normandie, she'd inexplicably speed up or slow down and always be within sideswipe range.

"The projection of the project into a museum space was conceived of as a critical-ironic measure, questioning the concept of art, but extending it at the same time." Artists really speak like this?
Tell us about the game, jeez. Like how I'm supposed to do a dragon punch with my peepee. Or if there's a sit-down version with Xevious.

If you ask me, police cars should all be equipped (as they are in movies) with rocket launchers that can be used to take out thieves like this and put an end to high-speed pursuits before they even happen, the way you beat that one Driver-parody mission in GTAIII. They'd shoot someone on the run brandishing a loaded firearm, wouldn't they, and I'd just as soon have hours of traffic contend with the threat of a stray bullet as a 100-mph 2-ton truck.

Blogger has been real flaky as of late from the office. Yesterday's post I lost, like, um, teardrops in the rain—make that POSTDATA in the cache—after spending the entire morning tweaking the words. Went something like this:

Friday I took home a plastic bag of video cassettes to copy a training movies on my old VHS machines (from one that plays fine but whose REC button orders it instead to chew the tape, to another that does record and luckily without the buzzing sound accompanying any playback thereupon; two testaments to reliability from Sony's Mexican manufacturing facilities), and a co-worker hip to Asian cultural phenomena asks if I'm in for a weekend of Korean drama. How close she was, for, as it turns out, I would hunker down with the rest of the Office DVD's and be somehow so moved by the tragic end to the second of the six-episode seasons that I'd welcome the contrivances in the Christmas Special ultimately resolving the series as comedy.

That's Chipotle for me everyday for 3 billion years.

Boss gave me a 包子 this morning. Was a year in college where I filled my fridge with bags of these and was all I ate (somewhere between the years of Sapporo Ichiban みそラーメン/ソースやきそば by the boxes and Steak & Eggs at Kerbey Lane). It's amazing my skeleton hasn't just crumbled inside me.

JLU continues to delight. A pox on Cartoon Network for condemning it to the most awkward timeslot (rerun it with Family Guy and Futurama, and I guarantee it will return), and worse, on WB for cancelling it in its prime.

Needless to imagine the actual circumstances that led to this idea:

A self-proclaimed half-Native American caller into the Ed Schultz Show today (in the few minutes' drive to Yoshinoya and back, which of course, doesn't include the kind of commercial breaks on talk radio that exceed the actual programming) asked how he can support criminalizing the destruction of American Bald Eagle eggs, but not human embryos, then proudly left the air naming all the other liberals who refused to answer, too. Way to curtail our privacy rights with the greater ecological good, moron. Gotta hand it to these plutocrats, though: anti-abortion legislation, coupled as it is in South Dakota with a "conscientious" contraceptive sales prerogative, plays right into their scheme of creating a home-grown cheap labor force and making us competitive again—as a third-world country.

My life in an escape pod: Stargate SG-1's two-part season finale returns to the Arthurian legend from its premiere late last year and works in some religious overtones which I find entertaining, more so than Battlestar Galactica's rehashed politics. (Didn't we go over this same settlement debate back on Space: 1999?) Too bad, too, because certain aspects of the show have fascinated me, like last week's reversal of roles for Baltar and his blonde, and the almost Morrison-esque tie-in of the twelve colonies to the zodiac. Still, both shows remained Tivo'd for days while the only one that's played almost immediately remains Justice League. Ah, the Superfriends.

Haven't felt lately much like writing—or for that matter, cleaning, cooking or showing up to work on time. Last night my static BRD was out pre-Lenting so I crashed on the couch to another half-an-episode from The Office (UK) DVD, which I picked up while the domestic version was on Olympic hiatus. Ate an instant 자장면 that was just a runny, sloppy mess; earlier in the day I had one at a nearby Korean-owned Chinese restaurant that wasn't all that good, either, but definitely worth a couple of dollars more. Over the weekend we killed this giant dragon that took over forty of us more than five hours, and they let me have some boots that sell for over 150 million gil—

—That's $2,024.97, at the current sale price.

NCS is charging three hundred bucks for one of those new DS Lites, L-O-L.