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Now, you may know by now how much of a technology fiend I am.
I represent the ultimate consumer for the holiday season.

I like cool gadgets. I’m not willing to take too many risks. And while an early adopter of new fun gizmos and doodads, I’m not willing to pay more than I need to for a feature set that I’m only going to use part of the time and that makes my family and the rest of my not-as-nerdy friends glaze over like a krispy kreme when I go off about gigabyte storage space in an mp3 player.

I really don’t need to IM during coffee breaks.
I don’t need to take photos to document the path of my shoes from the bathroom to the desk.
I don’t need to chronicle in audio precision the brilliant screen play idea I had while stuck in traffic on the bridge.

What I do want, are little selfish things that technology should be able to do to help me along with the overall quality of life and social engagements that I have without too much of a learning curve and periphery purchases.

So here’s what I want for the holidays. A startrek and jetson type of world.

I want to be able to get from point A->B without too much difficulty or challenge with regards to parking. So when you get that “beaming” technology to mean more than playing checkers with your palm pilot across the conference room, then you’ll get me all hot and bothered. When you get that parking efficiency thing working such that I don’t have to spend more time circling the club to shaking my groove thang inside of it, then I’ll be a happy camper. If they come up with a MiniCooper that’s hybrid electric and can fold into a briefcase? I’ll be the first one in line to give a blowjob to the cardealer for mine. In cherry red, thank you very much.

One of the niftiest little things I liked about watching the Fifth Element was the notion of a microwave turining a capsule into a Holiday Feast turkey in less than 30 seconds flat. I like that notion of space efficiency and old school holiday-foodstuffs satisfaction. The knowledge that I share a kitchen with 5 other roommates may lend you some reasons why this is a legitimate concern for me.

So I’m looking at holiday reviews of gadgets…some are nifty and excite me to some degree, but most leave me a little cold.

…
Maybe I just miss my digital camera.
I’ve been feeling a little naked without it the last few weeks since the thing crapped out on me. Two good years of memories out of it and then one day, pbbt, the lense wouldn’t open. The audio recording features were still fine. The playback and memory card features were still flawless. The thing just wouldn’t open to take pix anymore. Quite tragic. Repairing it would cost the same as a new PDA/DigitalCamera/MP3 Player. Of which 2 out of the 3 features would be crappy. I’d rather have 3 different devices that do each of their core components flawlessly than a hybrid monster that I’m anchored to until all three feature sets become obsolete (oh say, by dinnertime).

I like the liberty of being able to upgrade/modify/customize the features for each functional piece of technogoodie to *me* and my wants, not what i’m stuck to when it comes to memory component, peripheral, OS, & accessories.

I was shopping around for a new camera. Considered plunking some money into a Canon G5. But for someone who isn’t Rannie or Jay, this is the equivalent of me buying an Aston Marton to drive to the 7/11 for smokey treats. Ok, I’m still considering it, but along the lines of the car metaphor, I’m planning on taking some racing lessons on a enclosed and private race course.

In the interim, I’m just waiting for an exact replacement of my previous digital camera to come in the mail. Ebay. Cheap. it should arrive tomorrow. And I’ll be happy. No need to change to a new memory media. No need to install new software. Familiar feature sets, and good functionality. Kind of a technology copout not to upgrade? Nay, I don’t think so in this case.

So instead I think I *will* get that sexy PDA. With only the feature sets that I want and nothing more. And maybe I’ll see if it comes in pink. Cuz I’m still such a girl that way.

Go away.

You bother me. Your existence in the periphery of my life, as it is, proves to be beyond toxic. Scoot now. I got no patience for you anymore.

What’s real anymore?

I’m not sure. But, dude, I ain’t tripping but my day has been … unusual.

A. I’ve seen angels on stilts
B. Wizards buying puzzle chambers
C. Beautiful men who, within 5 minutes of meeting me, saying “I love you”
D. A roommate meditating on lavender

I go to bed tonight with my favorite lullabye, the sound of rain falling gently overhead.

KB: So you gorge yourself again today?
Moi: Hell yeah. In good food, company, and conversation.
KB: Cool. Me too.
Moi: And any other mischief of late? It’s been a while since we talked.
KB: Yeah, well, I figured I’d stay clear of your drama for a while.
Moi: Pretty bad, wasn’t it?
KB: Yeah. Big drama. Dynasty Drama. Falcon Crest Drama. Who shot Bobby drama.
Moi: Though no shower dreams of Patrick Duffy.
KB: Thank gawd.
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I posted this recipe a while ago but looks like I’m due to share this again with you all.

Kimchi Stuffing Recipe from The Naked Rabbit Insanity Couple
3 cups kimchi – chopped
2 cups walnuts – chopped fine
1 cup orange juice (or a half cup of frozen OJ concentrate)
1 stick melted butter
4 boxes of herbed croutons (cheaper & just as good as branded bread stuffing)
1 can of chicken stock
1 bunch celery, finely chopped
1 medium sized yellow onion – finely chopped
Optional – Dried fruit including cranberries or chopped apricots

Mix the messy batch together
Layer with Kimchi on the top in a casserole dish. Drizzle melted butter on top.
Bake at 375 for about about 1 hour + or minus 20 minutes until crispy on top

Mrs Shmenkman, of “Uyveh Datrouble Yahin” has issued the following statement regarding this.

nowadays a g like me can’t even call it

“We can neither confirm or deny any comments, rumors, speculations, or evidence regarding any sort of interaction between these two v. good looking parties. We have absofuckinglootly no statement at this time. Get the farking paparazzi out of here before I go Sean Penn on your ass. Thank you. Scoot now munchkins, I’m late to pick up some blow. bubble bath.”

Honesty.
Earnestness.
Truth.
Light.

Slightly Skewed

And above all things, love.

What a great way to end an otherwise exhausting and challenging Monday.

A blown kiss to some friends who’ve traveled back or traveling away from me. From those who’ve taken a rocky path down hills, steep and narrow towards destinations far from my doorstep.

I still want to know how you are, and that you are well.

Recently learned about some panties made by/for APA women.

Yeah! For Flat Asses!

Cute stuff.

I want the panties that say “edible” on them.

I’m in recovery.

Thanks to JayJao for posting up some awesome pix from last night’s party.

Thanks to everyone for coming.

Thanks to Annie for letting me host her welcome back party and Ernie for letting me throw his Bday party again.

Much mischief and merriment was had by all.
Now to go drink more water.

Addendum: Jesse has some pix here as well

Jane may be on to something here.

Umami Tsunami: my advice

In the interim, tonight I am hosting a party of much planned mischief and mayhem.

Though I can’t say that I’ll sleep with any bad boys (tonight) because a) I probably won’t get much sleep and b) I’m not so much built for the one night fling thing, I may be caught kissing a boy or forty.

Bring lipbalm. Hee, you’ve been warned.

performed by Madeline Kahn in: “Blazing Saddles” (1974)
song by: Mel Brooks

Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,
set men on fire,
I have this power,
morning noon and night it’s drink and dancing,
some quick romancing,
and then a quick shower,
stage door johnnies always surround me,
they always hound me,
with one request,
who can satisfy their lustful habits,
I’m not a rabbit!
I need some rest!

I’m tired,
sick and tired of love,
I’ve had my fill of love,
from below and above,
tired,
tired of being admired,
tired of love uninspired,
let’s face it,
I’m tired!

I’ve been with 1000’s of men,
again and again,
they promise the moon,
they always coming and going,
going and coming,
and always too soon!
Right girls?

I’m tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain’t it a crying shame?
I’m so tired,
God dammit I’m tired!

Hello cowboy, what’s your name?
Tex ‘mam
Tex ‘mam ? Tell me Tex’mam, are you in show business?
No
We’ll then why don’t you get your freaking feet off here
La ha
Ah ha he hu…
Hello handsome, is that a 10 gallon hat? Or are you just enjoying the show?
Ah ha ah…
Oh miss lilly, oh my laby, oh my pussy cat, put it there baby, put it… ohhhhh

I’m tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain’t it a crying shame,
I’m so tired

[soldiers:]
she’s tired
-she’s tired
sick and tired of love
-give her a break
she’s had her fill of love
-she’s not a snake
from bellow and above
-can’t you see she’s sick?
tired
-she’s bushed
tired of being admired
-let her alone
tired of love uninspired
-get off the phone
she’s tired
-don’t you know she’s pooped?

I’ve been with 1000’s of men,
again and again,
they sing the same toon,
the start with Byron and Shelly,
and jump on your belly,
and bust your ballon!
aye!
tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain’t it a freakin shame,
I’m so…
let’s face it,
everything below the waist is kapput!

OK.

So.
I am calling daddy to talking about how ebery bahdy doing after wedding.
He say he ok. And he lapphing at me. He see picturesuh that I email pyunjee (letter) sending him earlier thisuh week.

I am happy tinking that my famiry is doing so happy.

It kinda make me sad to tinking about how this year por tanksgibbing time and christmasuh time that I not going to be able to seeing them.

New year too, so lonely time.

Don’t be sadding por me. I ok. Many purendsuh taking good care of drunky rittle girl Min Jung. So fun time!

So. Anyway, I am saying what? Oh yeah.
But when I am tinking about them, or if they calling me, then I am happy becauseuh I know they are my heart closeuh to that, always.

So simple ting make me smile today. You understanduh?

Sometime I am tinking that in my head tinking like my mom talking makesuh me understand my familly and how to be dutipurl daughter so much better like that. Don’tuh makeuh sense, or maybe it do. I dunno. Don’t bodda me about sucha stupiduh question.

God made me this way.

It’s a little terrifying when you dream of someone you love in the hospital.
Especially when you’ve had recent experiences of such events in your life and they are still fresh in mind. The sound of quick paced nurses in scrubs as they rustle down the hall when you have your eyes closed and your hands clasped in tight in prayer, is something that seems tautly intimate and almost debilitatingly evocative.

My heart’s been feeling a little desperate for that reminder that everything, yes everything is still ok. And it is. It really is.

Waking up and touching base with those I love today, was a kindness that I don’t take for granted.

Doesn’t my Dad & StepMom look fantastic & happy?

This makes me smile and gives me great hope.