The Mighty Quynh

Yum! Fresh mangosteen. Way too pricey in NYC, but I needed a taste of Vietnam.

Mangosteen!

Preordered the Collector’s Edition of Starcraft II and it came with a beta key printed on the receipt. I can’t wait to get home and get this party started… On the computer that’s not mine.

Looked over the requirements for Starcraft II and my PC doesn’t even begin to match up. It’s still running on 768MB of RAM and the Radeon 9600 video card was great… in 2003. My laptop is also old and wasn’t even that great when I first got it like four years ago. Hell, it takes a minute just to open up Firefox.

I wonder if I should go PC or laptop for a new computer. And if I go PC, should I just buy all the pieces and use my old case or buy a packaged thing because I’m too lazy to assemble all this junk? But then I’d have two towers crowding my <200 sq ft apartment.

Man, it’s crazy to think I used to be up on this stuff, upgrading all the time, religiously keeping tabs on sales and hard drive prices, having at least some semblance of what was fancy and new. It’s been a few years since I’ve cared and so much has changed I feel completely clueless.

I make shitty (literally…) doodles at every weekly meeting. I now share them with you on the new section “Doodles.” Everyone needs an outlet from time to time. Or week to week in my case.

Today

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I had this song in my head as I drew each steaming pile:

Live version; he sings “Deutsche Bank” instead of “Die Frisur” for the last verse too. Heh.

If you have any care about the world, go to this site and print out the Pocket Seafood Selector and/or Pocket Sushi Guide. These will help you choose your seafood responsibly.

The other night I had a dream where someone was boiling up a bunch of live seafood. In the first pot went a lobster. Then I saw a crab go into another pot. I saw them both flail around as they cooked. Then an octopus went into yet another pot. My dream-self looked into the boiling water and saw the octopus’s eyes get bigger and bigger with surprise and pain as it boiled to death.

I think my (not-to-)subconscious has been feeling guilty lately.

I would keep an octopus around to open jars for me when I haven’t got a strong person around.

French lavendar, cilantro, basil, parsley, and rosemary. Photographing them now before I close my curtains and inevitably forget all about them and leave them to die as the sun slowly roasts them to death on the windowsill. I’ve tried about four separate times now to keep live herbs and have failed miserably each and every time. And given all those attempts, I’ve still only used the herbs I’ve grown in my cooking about two or three times, ever. Maybe this time…

Enjoy your short lives, planties!

My manager came over and was like, “Gotta talk for a minute.”

Ugh.

Then he told me I got a mundo raise.

I’M RICH, BITCH!

(Not really. But at least now I’m getting there!)

Heard a song I like today.

Einar K – Schiphol

(~2:45 in, then 2 more mins of buildup)

Considering my favorite song is “Ramsterdam” (JvD mix)… Seeing a theme, anyone?

(Also, Einar K is half of the team who made the song “Anticipation,” which is the song that sounds very much like “Ramsterdam (JvD mix)”. Just to continue the theme.)

Considering whether to go to Tomorrowland in Belgium or Dance Valley a few weeks later in Nederland. I suppose it all depends on whether that silly volcano is still erupting by then.

I know I have only three days left. I don’t want to do them. Hell, I tried a few weeks ago, with three different free programs, but none of them could make sense of my situation: lived and worked in Jersey a little under half the year, then moved to NYC and continued working in Jersey. It’s not that complicated, but none of the software could do it for me and for some reason I’m resistant to going through the actual tax forms myself.

I don’t want to be scrambling on Thursday. There’s a trance party at Webster Hall that night, man.

I finally finished uploading all the pictures I’ve been behind on. That means all of Vietnam (from last year, haha), London, Amsterdam, and ASOT 450. You can definitely tell when I got too, er, over-served at ASOT Day 1, there’s no pictures past Armin. Yeah, you bet I’m pissed off at myself for missing Menno de Jong and Roger bloody Shah.

Anyway, you can see all the pictures on my Picasa web album. I’ll probably link it from the menu too.

ATH-M30

Look, no scissors, no impossibly stuck plastic, no painful pull-tabs, no sharp edges. Just a few tabs slid into the cardboard back, easily slipped out but secure enough to safely keep the ‘phones in place.

So I now have a kickass synthesizer and some decent headphones (no $300 ones but more than good enough for me). But I cannot for the life of me jam with anyone or lay a single track down. Thumbs up!

Edit: Everyone at work keeps commenting on how huge my headphones are. When I was using ear buds, they were hidden under my vast amounts of hair and people would start talking to me and be halfway done with what they were saying before I realized anyone was even talking to me. You can’t mistake me now, folks!

First night was my fault, second night was not.

Both were worse than I had dreamed.