I eat sushi now

Yeah.  Sushi.  Raw tuna, nori, wasabi, the whole fucking thing.  Eel and shit.  I actually dislike the california roll ones; the more traditional and Japanese it is the better I seem to like it.  The avacado just flattens it out and you can’t taste the fish anymore.

I’m even eating what was nose-destroying hot wasabi a week ago (actually just horseradish and food coloring) like it’s candy.  Turns out it’s damn near impossible to get real wasabi in this country.  You have to import it.  In fact, most Japanese people end up just eating horseradish and food coloring as well, because wasabi root doesn’t keep for long and powdering it destroys any complexity.  It ends up tasting like; you guessed it, horseradish and food coloring.

What the hell?  Since when do I eat this crap?  Since now apparently.  I’ve had sushi like, two or three days a week for a couple weeks now.  It’s tasty, fills me up like mad and the calorie count is awesome for the whole diet concept.

So do you eat this stuff?  And no, this is not some elaborate prank where I later liken eating sushi to cunnilingus.  I mean actual sushi.  :) Got a favorite kind?

(Hey Jody, you and John have been to places around me...is the one on Skiff any good?  Or the one on Dixwell next to the tattoo parlor?  I haven’t had anything but salmon, tuna and eel so far, and I’m interested to try some crazy shit.)

Posted by JimK at 11:25 PM on March 31, 2008
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Candy is more profitable if you factor in the guns and the cops

You know what I love about this story of children dealing candy that has been banned in their school?

With candy sales banned on school campuses, sugar pushers are the latest trend at local schools. Backpacks are filled with Snickers and Twinkees for all sweet tooths willing to pay the price.

“It’s created a little underground economy, with businessmen selling everything from a pack of skittles to an energy drink,” said Jim Nason, principal at Hook Junior High School in Victorville.

I did this in 1977-78.

I attended Dr. Edwin Weeks Elementary in second grade.  As you can see, it’s an educational shithole.  It was a shithole then and it was brand spanking new.  I was bussed there from half-way across the city, and I was one of about 30 white kids.  It was the advent of the modern “progressive” school in Syracuse, NY.  35 to a class (although now it’s down to 15), force kids to ride a bus for an hour, all that crap.  I lived across the street from a elementary school, to which I went for K and 1st, but then the city decided to become “progressive.” It was entirely stupid.  My original school was half white, half black with loads of other people...we lived in a poor-but-mixed neighborhood.  The concept behind busing - in part anyway - was to expose white kids to minority culture and minorities to white culture.  We were already doing that, but some moronic administrator drew lines on a map, and that meant I had to get up at 6:00 just to get the damn bus at 7:00 so I could make it to school by 8:15.

ANYWAY...candy was not allowed.  So every morning I got off the bus, ran full speed to the little store a block away from the school, bought as many Now & Later packs as I could afford, and sold them individually - by which I mean I broke the packs open and would sell you a single Now & Later in your choice of flavor - all day.  The first day - the money for which I stole from my mother’s purse - funded the second, and by the end of the first week I was rolling in money.  For a second grader, anyway.

I made so much money that I still had a ton of it when my grandparents (the Irish Catholic ones on my father’s side) paid my tuition to Catholic school to get me out of the worst school in the city.  St. Vincent de Paul (closed now due to lack of students) was where I spent the next three years, but there wasn’t a store nearby...and I couldn’t keep stock in the house as my mother was famous for tearing my room apart looking for a reason to be pissed at me.

Joke’s on her.  I was dealing Star Wars figures and cassette copies of rock and metal albums that the other kids couldn’t get because their parents banned them. Catholic school was awesome. :)

All that was simply to say this; All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.

Posted by JimK at 02:41 PM on March 26, 2008
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I need an outdoor hobby

Took this quiz yesterday, forgot to post the results.  Took it again, faithfully re-creating my mistakes, I promise.

Powered By Buy Adult Toys

I’m not proud of that. ;)

Posted by JimK at 02:26 PM on March 14, 2008
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Marilyn Manson releases “Mansinthe.” I’m not making this up.

He just gets sillier and more out of touch with every passing day.  So Manson has release a vanity absinthe, and Epicurious reviewed it.  Unfavorably, I might add.

So did Mansinthe have what it takes to be a premium absinthe? According to the tasters, the answer is, sadly, no. The No. 1 problem was the aroma, which some verbally compared to sewage water or swamp mud, but with the exception of a lone taster, the panel felt it wasn’t really worth wading through the odor to get to mediocre flavor anyway.

They rated each aspect of it in detail.  None of it is really good.  Kind of to be expected at this point.  And oh my ever-loving Jesus, that name is horrid.

Nice label, though.

Posted by JimK at 03:17 PM on February 16, 2008
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Our ninth wedding anniversary

I’m still not sure why she settled for me, but I’m damn glad she did.

Nine years.  Looking for ninety more.  Love you, baby!

Posted by JimK at 02:03 PM on February 02, 2008
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Redhead process

I have a web-based management program running on the server.  One of the features is a list of things that start up when it boots.  You can add, remove or alter configurations easily.  I’m still having mail server problems, so I look at it about once a day to make sure things are running smoothly and restart any processes that may be hung or stopped.

Every time, I see “readahead” and “readahead_early” just after “qmail,” and I think, just for a split second, “Cool!  My server is up early and out searching the interwebs for redheads!  That is so...oh, reAdAhead.  Well, that’s disappointing.”

Just thought I’d share.

Posted by JimK at 03:43 PM on January 16, 2008
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Happy New Year 2008

I think 2007 is the first year in this new century I can safely say that things were better than the year before, and I expect 2008 will continue the trend.  My plan is to keep moving forward and continue to, you know...breathe.  Other than that, I’m pretty open to whatever.

Plans?  Goals?  Resolutions?  Are you making any?

Posted by JimK at 01:17 AM on January 01, 2008
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Server wierdness

I’ve been having mail server issues for a *long* time now...turns out it was Lee’s fault!  :) Someone was sending him *thousands* of spam emails a day.  Multiple thousands, with attachments.  For some reason trying to forward his Moorewatch address to his real one was creating massive mail queues that would eventually clog the server and eat all the CPU.  I deleted his Moorewatch mail account and the server just dumped 4500 messages on my account alone.

If you just got a shit-ton of emails from one of our sites...sorry!

Posted by JimK at 08:01 PM on December 26, 2007
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Merry Christmas to all

Hope you got everything you wanted.  I got an Aerogarden, some books I wanted, a Cuisinart SS1 and a few small things I asked for.

I also got a nice nod from Helo for being willing to take the hits and bring you the latest and “greatest” from the world of Bret Douchebag Michaels and other horrible reality whores.  Hey, we all have a role to play in this world.  Mine is to watch this crap and try to make it palatable by mocking them mercilessly.  Thanks Helo!  You can bet yer ass I’m going to be glued to Bret’s VH1 funeral again this coming year.  I cannot wait to see that wig in action.

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I also have some gifts for you: Christmas babes.You decide your level of involvement: Jennifer Lamiraqui in lingerie, Lucy Pinder topless, Nadia Styles and Ashley Fires giving each other lesbian gifts, and finally a hardcore Christmas party.

*UPDATE*

OMG.  Iga under the tree.  So NSFW.  also, the scariest Christmas image I think I’ve ever seen:

Try dreaming about sugarplums after seeing that.  Merry Hasselstalkermas!

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Posted by JimK at 02:07 PM on December 25, 2007
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Shoes = everything

Why did no one tell me that the sneakers you choose can *cause* a lot of the pain in your knees?  I rely on you people to tell me these things.

Last night we went to Sports Authority to get a few things for Donna (she’s also joined the gym!) and while I waited for her, I tried on a few pairs of sneakers.  Well...I put on the left one of a pair of Nike Air Max Torches.  The other foot still shod in my shitty old Reeboks, I started walking around and wouldn’t you know it - small pains in my right knee and fuck-all in the left.  When I put them both on and started stomping around like a moron, it was like I had someone else’s knees.  I can’t wait to get these new bastards on the treadmill...I’ve spent so much time - and not a small amount of money - trying to brace and/or strap my knees so I can walk longer and faster, and all this time it was those god-damned shoes.

This is the first time since around 1982 that I have had non-white sneakers.  These are black on black with navy blue accents.  The last pair of sneakers I had that weren’t white were a pair of suede Pumas that looked exactly like these, only with huge, fat laces, ‘cuz that was the shit back then.  Lattice laces, crosshatch with two colors, the twistie, the bar, I did all that shit.  Fat lace suede Pumas, a pair of black parachute pants, a Member’s Only jacket, Jelly bracelets you got off girls (in my circle, you had to give the name of the girl that gave it to you and we checked) and some form of walkman...only rich kids or thieves had real Walkmans, the rest of us had Aiwas or Samsung or something. 

OK, maybe I did have a real Walkman.  The first one, actually.  I found it.  In a locker.  That was locked.  At a roller rink.  I was a troubled youth.  But I had four different colors of Members Only jackets, and one pleather Michael Jackson Thriller jacket.  In red.  With working zippers and real pockets and all!

God bless the early 80s.  All the ugly shit of the 70s with none of the sex.

Posted by JimK at 02:15 PM on December 23, 2007
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