Kevin: boo Vanna: *half-hearted shriek* Vanna: too tired… ^_^; Kevin: i wanted to thank you for being responsible for the 1000th SantaBearCam visit Kevin: you are the winner! Kevin: ::fanfare:: Kevin: ::balloons:: Kevin: ::confetti:: Vanna: am i?!? Vanna: *gasp* WAHOO!!! Vanna: *rolls around in confetti* YIPPEE! Vanna: what glorious fun! Kevin: lol Vanna: ha ha…
Month: October 2003
Save That Talk for Your First Gray Hair or Something
A new pet peeve of mine that’s been gradually developing over the years is when people in their early twenties proclaim to be old every time they yawn in the evening before 10:00pm. Whatever happened to enjoying your youth? People are so eager to shrivel up and bury themselves long before it’s their time. Let’s…
We’re Miles Apart, Me and Her
Dude, why is it that the cutest girls I meet are usually wholesome, churchgoing Christians? It’s not as if I have something against them. In fact, I’m under the impression that quite the opposite is true. I never feel “good” enough to chase after a nice Christian girl because I don’t think I could ever…
Real Smooth
So I walk into work at 5pm and start going about my business. A few minutes into my shift, the head store manager passes by my department and gives me a puzzled look. “I thought you were supposed to be in today at 5 in the morning,” she says. I’m struck by a sudden wave…
The Words of the Prophets
The following is a reproduction of some of the more interesting bits of graffiti scrawled on a particular carrel in Santa Clara University’s Orradre Library: “I study here because I am afraid of people.” “I study here because I hate the world.” “I study here because I have to or I can’t play!” “SCANTRON NOFX!”…
Things I Realized This Weekend
Insomnia is my friend since lack of sleep apparently enhances my test-taking abilities. I took the LSAT without having been able to sleep at all the night before, and I think I did as well as I ever could have. When clubbing in San Francisco, you shouldn’t leave your Louis Vuitton scarf laying around unattended…
False Alarm
I spoke to my friend about the salamanders. As it turns out, two different species of salamanders are not able to reproduce. The eggs that Pinkerton laid, Nichole assures me, are duds. Freaking nature. It’s a wacky thing. Additional Update: I feel stupid for admitting this, but what I saw was definitely not an egg….
When Will Then Be Now?
Last month, I inherited two salamanders: Pinkerton, the fire salamander, and The Green Album, a spotted salamander (both affectionately named after Weezer album titles). I keep them in a tank lined with soil and moss. I’ve always liked Pinkerton more since she’s the only one of the two that I ever really see. The Green…
A Would-Be Poem
I’ve been using the same blog description from the very start: “Another would-be poet lost amid a sea of numbers.” When I first came up with it, I was still a junior accounting major who would have preferred to have majored in English instead. But being the son of Asian parents, I felt compelled to…