:: Dreams and Other Chimera ::

:: 22.2.04 ::

Worst-Fanboy-Ever

It's sad that I didn't know until today that Liv Tyler, thief of my dreams, was married last march.

I really don't know what to say.

:: James [+] ::
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Well, I have a car now. Come see it. Or better yet, Make me come show you it.

Later

:: James [+] ::
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Today I went to Taiji.

Today, after warmups, the instructor came out and said.

"Today, we are going to learn another form. This is the third form, and usually it is only tought to students who have had 7 years of practice. But Hoang was asking me to do something different because every time he comes here it is always the same thing. So for the next while we will be doing stuff more like this. So now I'll show it to you and you have 90 minutes to perfect it."

Well, at least no one was killed. Or injured really.

The first form (of which I can poorly perform about the first quater) is not too styalized but mostly about movement and hand grabs and throwing. There are very few strikes. In fact, in the bit I know, there is a grand total of one punch. In form three, there are, almost immediately, 6 punches. It is much more active than the first form and apperently the first bit is the calm bit.

Well then. I did figure out one useful thing today though. How not to dislocate my knee in this part of the form. Fortunetly I didn't learn this through error but if I'm not really careful...

Later folks.

:: James [+] ::
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Lets see.
Step 1: Get Money, Check
Step 2: Find Car, Check
Step 3: Get Insurance, Soon to be Check
Step 4: Get Registration, Check
Step 5: Actually get car, Comming soon, to a Bregon near you.
Step 6: Driving down the highway with My Ruin blaring from the speakers, Within 10 mins of Step 5 completion.

And yes, I know I referred to myself as Bregon in the above post. I assure you it wasn't what came to mind first, and that I did it for purley asthetic reasons.

:: James [+] ::
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I had a good dinner last night.

Well, a fantastic dinner actually.

It was so good that I actually sought out the chef and thanked him profusely for making such delightful gastronomic cusine.

And to think, I used to dislike chicken.

The meal itsself was this: I started off with a small Caeser Salad, it was wonderful, save for being a touch salty, but I think that mabey this saltiness came from the fact that there were huge chunks of bacon in it. (By huge I mean about a half inch square.) But I mean, come on, it was still pretty good, though, come to think of it, If I'm (Second only to Nightshade) complaining about excess salt, there may have been a problem. Following that up was the main course, it was a chicken brest breaded with Pecan's and covered in an apple-mustard chutney. Now, allow me to add that I almost exsclusively eat dark meat because the white meat is too dry. Also, Chicken is probabally my least liked meat. But this was wonderful. The meat was light and jucy while still being cooked through, and the apple mustard chutney and the pecans complimented each other wonderfully. It came with some braised brussell sprouts and wild rice. Now the rice was rice, but the sprouts set it off wonderfully. Finally, for dessert I ended up having a chocolate raspberry cheesecake. Just about right and not too sweet. Unfortunetly, me describing the meal is probabally doing it a disservice, I am not sure that I can describe food that tastes that good and still leave it appealing. Simpley allow me to say this. The meal was so good that I didn't do anything but eat, didn't have to touch the supplied salt shaker, didn't have to have anthing added, and I ate everything that was on the plate and then scraped it clean. I even was slightly irritated with the waiter simply because anytime they asked me if I needed anything, it took away from eating time.

Too bad that no one was there to share it with me.

James

:: James [+] ::
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