the stupidlog: part 2 of infinity

I tried waxing my eyebrow, but didn't bother to look for the muslin wax remover strips before actually applying the wax. Turns out I placed them in the most obscure place ever - the kitchen! So I spent about 10 minutes frantically looking for them before I finally found one lone strip.

Somehow I managed to get most of it off, but now I have one strangely configured eyebrow. Thank God (and my fabulous hair stylist) for bangs.

I wonder if my mommy was this stupid when she was my age?

crawdad craziness

Today was the day of the big Crawfish Boil, and the weather was absolutely gorgeous. I got a late start this morning (or should I say afternoon?), having a rare opportunity to sleep until noon. I finally arrived at Crissy Field around 3 bearing a vat of jambalaya and cornbread, and the eating of the beer and bugs began!

Wiggy and Brian bought 160 lbs of crawfish (!!!) from god-knows-where, plus there was a keg of beer and a huge jar of seasoning. Even with close to 100 people there, we could barely eat it all... by the time I left around 6:30, there were still about 60 lbs of the creepy critters awaiting their death by boiling.

But it was an amazing day... a great chance to see and catch up with my much-missed cohorts at Telephia, and A LOT of food. By the time we were done, I could barely feel my lips from all the spice and salt of the little suckers. Who knew that eating bugs could be so much fun?

Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

We hope this pic will help JG pick up chicks online.

The Barfield family, Amy with baby Thomas.

Oh my good lord, there is so much food!

Ed (my brother) exercising his right to be a glutton.

Amy, hiding.

Pouring the slimy (and live!) little suckers into the pot...

Eric and the keg.

Karen, looking ready for summer.

Me, Karen, Heather and Jenny.

Brian stirs the pot with The Crawfish Paddle.

Boil 'em up with some spice and potatoes...

... and then throw them onto the table for the hordes.

Mmm-mmm. This is a tasty crawdad!

Well, we need to find *something* else to do with the paddle...

Yeah, I know - my inner-Asian is showing. Good Lord, I need to go pass out now.

SO WRONG

Just when you thought people couldn't get any more offensive:

http://durrrrr.blogspot.com/

I need to be smacked. I need to go to confession. I need to stop laughing.

what's with japanese people and toilet paper?

First with the Poop Aid:

A great item for anyone who has trouble pooping
-- makes a thoughtful gift too!
TY435 Poop Aid ~ Unchi Ga Yoku Deru

This cool roll of toilet paper is a unique book of knowledge at your fingertips in one of the most unique places you can put it -- your bathroom. Enjoy looking over the great hints, tips, and general miscellaneous knowledge on a roll of TP, as you relax in the "private library." Pictures, Japanese text and a smattering of funny English mix to give you messages like "Drink something cold soon after waking in the morning." Great for encouraging excrement on the toilet. Also learn the names of Japanese items and food via pictures with vocabulary underneath them. Great gift for anyone who is constipated. Click here to buy.

Now the headset:

sadness: the end of an era

I walked over to Taiwan Point, my favorite neighborhood restaurant, and found out that its been closed down. I actually ran into one of the waiters on the street, and he told me that the new owners are going to open up yet another Cantonese-style restaurant in its stead.

Still craving eggplant with basil, I headed over to another favorite - Thai Spice - and found out that closed down in early March.

I'm so sad. There's virtually no places with Taiwanese food around here, and I'm just not a fan of Hong Kong style Chinese food. Now, all I'm left with is Kitchen Kura. I used to really like Go-Go Cafe, but I'm since I got food poisoning there last week. I guess I'll either have to start cooking, or stop by Cupertino and pick up Taiwanese food on my way back from work.