As a kid, my father told me that constantly. "Eso es Satanico" referred to Ninja Turtles, Smurfs, Garbage Pail Kids, and even Madballs. I tried to convince him that Scooby Doo wasn't 'satanico' because the monsters were actually angry old men who ran county fairs and not at all related to the devil or he-who-must-not-be-named.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Still not a cook, but still taking care of myself and learning new things. The latest thing I tried for the first time was the Easy Tuna Casserole from AllRecipes. Okay. So the word EASY is in the title. I know that. But I did it, and I did it damn well. I even added green peas to the mix and it made me wonder how anyone could have ever eaten it without the peas. Really. I'm the new God of Cookery. I've done mac and cheese, Curried Coconut Chicken, and this stuff. I'm cleaning up. No one can touch me. Ever.

Does it taste better than it looks? God, yes.

Thanks to girlfriend Beth for the recommendation. I think she recommended it because it said the word EASY in it. But whatever. This week (probably even today!) I'll try something new and exciting, cooking-wise. It won't have the word EASY in the title, either.

In other news, I've requested my transcripts from FIU because I want to start going to school up here ASAP. I hate life as it is right now and I've decided to do something about it besides watching movies and buying music I can't really afford. So I'll go back to school, finish the English degree, and then something else.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I am not a cook.

But I really used to want to be, so badly. I just never got around to it. Learning, that is. I let my mom do it for me. Then my ex-girlfriend. I grew up on a steady diet of quesadillas, the only thing I've ever known how to make. I've always cut up leftovers (made by someone else) and thrown them into my quesadillas and called it 'mexican.' heh.

Last night, however, I made myself proud. I made Coconut Curried Chicken from a recipe I got off of Did it come out great? No. I made it, though. This was no mean feat-- I made kraft mac & cheese for the first time this May, I think. I almost feel bad that I made enough for lunch for the next few days, because I want to keep experimenting and learning. So much fun.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I actually danced. I can't believe it. Everyone was happy and moving around. My lack of rhythm wasn't an issue at all.

I had a blast. I love this freakin' town.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

So last night, Halloween, I saw Torche again.

They were pretty fantastic. So loud that there were moments where I didn't recognize the songs even though I've heard them a million times and seen them a bunch of times.

The guitarist, Juan, recognizes me from Miami even though he has no clue who I am. he's like "Hey dude, stick around. we're going to a party later" and I'm all bored and I still don't know anyone in this town so I say "okay." He's like "hey come have a drink with us" so I follow him into the bar. Then he says "hey follow me backstage" so I follow him backstage. Then he leaves me alone to talk to someone else.

I'm in the backstage area with members of Clouds (one of the openers) and some other band. They're passing around a joint. I say "uh... hi." One guy is having a beer, and one guy is having a cocktail. Probably whiskey. The bassist from Torche is back there and he's dressed like Subzero or Scorpion from Mortal Kombat but red. I don't know who that's supposed to be. I've never met him. I shake his hand.

Security guard comes backstage and looks at all of us. He points at the guy with the beer and says "you're out. come on." and the other stoned guys are all "why dude?" and the security guard's like "you're not supposed to be drinking back here." he pulls the guy with the beer out and throws him out of the club. The rest of us are all there, one of us has a joint and one guy with the whiskey and we're like "uhhhh."

Everyone walks out and leaves me with the roach. Fearing the security guard's return I put it on the table and leave. I see guitarist Juan and he's like "dude come to the party" but I have no clue where this party is and they're gonna take forever to load up. So I go out to the stage and say bye to the drummer (he's the only guy I really know, he's dressed like GG Allin) and I go outside to contact this dude because he invited me to a party but never texted me the address. I text him that I still need the address and he doesn't get back to me. I go home.

On my way home, car full of people pulls up next to me. This girl on the passenger side rolls down her window and says "This is a citizen's arrest."
I shrug and say "okay, why?"
and she says "For driving a PT Cruiser, motherfucker" and they speed off, laughing.

The end. Wah wahhhhh

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I don't have enough time on my hands. I have too much time on my hands.