from the twisted minds of snm
Well… it’s not poison.
Went to Makino-Chaya for lunch today.  They used to be on King Street, but now they are in Aloha Tower Marketplace. Gone is the “tabe-houdai table service” – it’s just a regular buffet now. There were some downtown office people and local buffet-hounds, but a lot of the clientele were the bus-in fresh arrivals from Japan who were a captive audience at ATM before the buses returned to take them to their hotels at check-in time. Continue reading ‘Ma-ma… Makino-Chaya’
Oh, the agony.
As I sat down in the Fj80, I could feel my stomach contents fighting agaist the change in the volume of my abdominal cavity. There was a belch brewing , but I was afraid it would come out liquid. All the way home I could feel the tightness. Even after a shower and heading to bed, I still felt bloated. This morning, all the retained liquids had processed and came out – 4 full bladders worth by 08:00
Overindulging at Maharani was not to blame as much as the level of salt or MSG that was in the food. Tandoori Grill in BC and India Bazaar here have nothing to fear about losing my business…
It rained all weekend, so no XC ride. That sucks.Â
It rained yesterday, so no St. Louis FR ride.  That sucks.Â
This morning the failing Optima battery on the FJ80 went too flat to crank the engine over. That sucks.Â
I can’t spin by Lion Coffee Cafe off Waiakamilo since I’m behind a desk all day, so I’ve been bringing coffee from home. I ran out of “Premium Roast” and opened a bag of some flavored variety that was originally destined to be a holiday gift. I don’t like flavored coffee. That sucks.
Someone tell me what have I done wrong?! Allen just called me with the wonderful words everyone loves to hear, “I’ve got good news and bad news.” Crp. There’s that alarm and remote start thing we talked about in email. Well, the truck delivered the cars fine to Matson dock. Matson guy was about to sign off on it, and no one’s really clear on what exactly happened, but the FX decided to go off on a jolly jaunt on its own. They managed to chase it down, someone jumped in open window & grabbed the e-brake and it was eventually stopped. But not before running into a Coke machine though. Sounds like damage is not severe, paint on bumper. They’re going to try and disable the alarm and get a new key made, it broke in the chaos, and get it back to Matson by Friday. It could have been worse. Sheesh, sounds like I better go visit jinja and get a blessing! And don’t install remote start in a manual tranny vehicle, and don’t let Circus City install it.
So does anyone else see anything wrong with this? Driving in to work this morning, behind a City street sweeper driving, not actually sweeping. Dude tosses his cigarette butt out the window. I guess it’s job security, kinda like arsonist firefighters. I know it’s nothing quite that bad but still….
How’s this for ergonomics – In the current 1G Chevrolet Cobalt compact sedan, the parking brake lever and the center console armrest are incompatible. If you get the upgrade package that includes the armrest, I take it that the manufacturer assumes you are in a user demographic that doesn’t use/need the brake…
Thanks to Velcro for the photo.
The CSR quit, and the F/O Admin is going on vacation next week for three, so I’m flying the reception desk at work for a while. I’ll miss driving around all day, but especially being able to go to the bank or Lion Coffee Cafe whenever. My body is definitely suffering from its regularly scheduled dosage of caffeine. The order entry part is a fairly understandable task - I just have to get used to the various idiosyncracies of the accounts. Answering the phone and not saying, “Good morning, McBike,” out of habituation is the difficult part… Â
Okay, why is it that in a country as supposedly “culturally polite” as Japan is supposed to be, when teen to twenty-something girls get on a fricking plane, they forget the simple niceties of “sumimasen” or even the common courtesy of just keeping their shit under control. I swear, after I got seated on JO 074 to come back to HNL from NRT on Monday, I got smacked in the arm or head by at least 5 handbags and 2 shopping bags without a single apology. WTF?! Where the heck were you all when they called for the ghetto seats “row 50 and higher”? You rush the gate like lemmings when they call for pre-boarding of the executive club members, and parents with little kids.Â
And what on earth are you doing buying shit from the duty-free store before you go to Hawaii anyway? I can see on your way home, but going? Are you going to use that new Coach handbag, Chanel whatever, or whatever booze in Hawaii?
Dammit! Get away from me… even if you are fricking cute! …and have CT… and VPL… and exposed midriff…  and just smell really nice…
Here’s a good one from Roy. This past weekend they went to see latenight showing of Shoot Em Up. Afterwards they went to Zippys near the Dole Cannery Theaters. So their group is in the booth enjoying a pretty animated conversation about the movie. Needles to say, it was peppered with quite salty language. Then dear old dad in the adjacent booth confronts Roy and tells him to f*’n stop using f*’n bad language in front of his kids. WTF? Roy would remember more accurately what he said, but you get the idea. And keep in mind that this is past midnight. Well, kids learn best from parents, so I think worrying about them picking up bad language is pointless. Actually, I think his point was to teach kids how to be a moke. Ah well.
So after the Thunderbird’s show (a slight letdown as the weather hampered the performance) Derek and I hoofed it back on foot from Hale Koa to Ala Moana Shopping Center where we had parked. We knew better than to attempt to drive into Waikiki on this day of chaos what with a parade in the morning and the airshow in the afternoon. We easily beat the auto traffic going into Waikiki, and now returning the traffic was hellacious in both directions. Aside from the heat (or rather the stiffling humidty) it was an easy walk, we made it back to Ala Moana around 4:15PM. So now we pondered the question of whether we wanted to go to the Autumn Okinawa Dance Matsuri final bon dance of 2007 at the Hawaii Okinawa Center in Waipio. Continue reading ‘Traffic is Stop!’