“I Aim to Misbehave”

You’ve heard the term before. We all have. “Slack jawed yokel.” Used to be that it applied to a certain stereotypical cross section of this country. Now, this disease has started to spread. You see it everywhere, not just in the, shall we say, “Rural South.” It is, in my opinion, yet another negative result of the fast food culture that is plaguing this nation. No really. I’m serious. And yet oddly enough, I don’t think it’s really a result of the food aspect of fast food. It’s actually the menu placement. Go into any fast food type establishment and watch for yourself. Youth might even do it yourself. You walk in. You look up, craning your neck to read the menu overhead. And instantly your jaw goes slack and lolls open at a ridiculous angle. You look like a fucking ass. Believe me. I see it every day at work.

“What can I get for you today?” Head looks up, mouth opens, customer makes a sound that sounds something like a zombie movie, “Uhhhh….” They order some fucking ridiculous drink. “What size do you want?” Head looks up again, mouth open again, same zombie “Uhhh….” Like they have to look a the fucking menu board to choose a size? What the fuck people. And even the rich, diamond studded, stupid ass, trying to be sophisticated bitches do it too. Hey ladies, I can see the age lines on your neck when you do that. You’re in your 40’s after all. Better watch your back or those 20 somethings who don’t have to crane their necks to order a frappuccino might take your place….

Incidentally, I also think alot of the back problems in this country are also linked to fast food menu boards.

The view from the restaurant:

The food at the restaurant:

Indian buffet + island view + day off =

Damn good stuff.

I admit it. I still cringe anytime anyone orders an “extra hot” latte. More often than not, it’s a lady with too large of a diamond on her left hand. It’s like some sort of gross caricature of attempted class and style. Hello, elegance? You’re doing it wrong. Something akin to eating a 16 oz. ribeye with ketchup. Or viewing Guernica under florescent lighting. Not that I would really ever compare eating a steak and viewing one of Picasso’s greatest masterpieces. Still, you get my point. People think they have a handle on sophistication, only to botch it up so completely that the end result is someone like me mocking them.

It happens daily. Multiple times each day. So often that I should be numb to it by now. But like I said, I still cringe.

As a matter of fact, I don’t know what’s worse. The ignorance of the vast majority of people I encounter day to day or the fact that we are actually selling the soundtrack to a very inconsequential teenage vampire move.

Oh wait, I think the two go hand in hand.

Okay, WoW..

The scope of the whole thing is way more epic than I thought, especially at this point. Of course, the first thing I had to do was check out Gilneas. Yes, very cool. No, havne’t completed it yet. Not even to the part where you get “changed.” Can’t wait, but really felt the need to see some of the major changes in the old areas, and they are MANY. Only checked out the right side of the world, where the changes arent fully implemented, and already it seems almost foreign to me, who has spent so much time exploring the tiniest reaches of the EK and Kali. Its familiar and brand new at teh same time. Sad to see what is gone, and yet what replaces it is so much larger, for lack of a better word, than anything I could have imagined. And I’ve only gotten to explore a fraction of it–from the AIR. Thankfully, from a 310 mount. There is so muche to see that I can’t even speak of mechanics yet. And still so much I need to look at just for the sake of seeing the difference.

Damn work getting in the way of me really being able to invest the ttime I want to right off the bat. But there’s still time, and I’ll post more as it crops up.. Actually, I’ll probably be forced to create a separate page for this topic before long, both from the amount of information to disseminate, and to segregate it from those who read this blog and don’t give a flying fuck about what I’m talking about right now.

Till then,, I’m out cruisin’ Azeroth.

It’s like Christmas. No. Better. Because it doesn’t have all that holiday bullshit surrounding it. And you don’t have do deal with friends and family, and you don’t have to get anyone else a present. Not shit, it was one of the coolest days of my life. Today I got my beta invite.

“What does that mean?” you ask. “For what game?” Actually, I wasn’t even supposed to mention that I got my invite, so forget I said anything.

Let’s just say it’s gonna be some cool ass shit.

Way cool.

Cooler than half price sushi and drinks, which I had tonight. Second week running, actually. Now it’s not gonna be a habit, because half price at this place still isn’t cheap. Sushi never is. But damn it was good. I do love me some soft shelled crab roll. One of my main joys in life is hanging out after work, which works out well these days. Getting off of work after 9 p.m. is much more conducive to my night owl lifestyle than getting off at 1. Well mostly it’s the starting at 1 p.m. rather than at the ass crack of dawn, since starting at 1 p.m. means I can stay up till all hours. and it is 1 a.m. here as we speak, for your information.

Though tired will be a word that follows me for the next few days as I sac’d my day off to pick up a shift for someone who hurt their foot or some such nonsense. Still, I’m all about the OT, especially after having indulged in half priced sushi.

And now we’re at 8% of the download. Have I mentioned how big 2.2 gigs is? I mean, it’s not really that big. I can hold over twice that on a little chip the size of a G.I Joe figure’s boogers. But when you’re waiting for it to download, it’s a bit bigger.

It’ll be worth the wait.

They say that anything worth having is worth waiting for. I say that’s complete bullshit. If it’s worth having, I want it now.

I suppose I could say I stayed out way too late tonight. Which is to say I didn’t stay out as long as I used to stay out in the old days, which I suppose were really my younger days. Still, here I am blogging at 1 a.m. Not that I consider that wrong on any level of the imagination.

Speaking of imagination, it’s time I got back in to the swing of things. And I mean that on more than one level. I’ve been letting myself put off the things that should matter most to me, as I have fallen into a rut of indifference.

Really, I just gotta get out of the house more.

And work doesn’t count.

So yeah, back to this. And back to writing. And back to being a sexy bitch. Oh wait. Not sexy bitch. Asshole. Back to being an asshole. Or at least making fun of people I run into on the island. Mostly tourists. Sometimes locals. Always idiots. Not to say that all tourists are idiots. Just alot of them. Especially those who don’t realize they’re still in the USA. Which is most of them. Hell, when you work in the service sector, you can’t say you’ve seen it all, but you come damn close. Me personally–I don’t want to see it all.

Especially if it’s a remake.

Okay, see, it’s only midnight. Well, a bit after. But not 4 am. That’s a start. Waiting for the miso soup to cool down a bit. Gotta get an earlier start tomorrow than originally planned, but whatever, I’ll live.

I think I’ve developed an addictin to Hagen Dazs Raspberry Sorbet. Or maybe just sorbet in general. But mainly raspberry. Or orange. Or lemon. Yeah, probably in general. Guava. Now there’s some good sorbet. If you haven’t had guava sorbet, you should get some. And make sure it’s a good brand, not some cheap store brand. Better yet, Guava gelato. With pineapple gelato. Yeah. Now that’s what I’m talking about.

Alright, back to my miso soup.

Aw shit. I’m out of sorbet.

Okay, it’s almost 4 am and I’m still awake. Or awake again. Or whatever. Just not asleep like I should be. The brain won’t shut down and let me sleep. Stupid brain. No brain, you shut up, or I’ll poke you with a pencil.

On a less serious note, let me just take the time to tell you that the loco moco is quite the brilliant dish when made properly. I mean, it’s kinda hard to screw up–rice, hamburger patty, eggs, brown gravy, one on top of the other. But some places do it much better than others. Lulu’s in Lahaina has a particularly good one. It’s the gravy, really. If you’re ever in town, I suggest you try one.

Yeah, yeah, I know it doesn’t sound like the healthiest mean. But hell, it’s good. And I’m guessing it’s better for you than Spam musubi. But that’s another story for another day.

Wow, it’s been almost a year since I’ve updated this thing. Almost. One month and one week short of a year to be more precise. Alot has happened over the course of this almost year. But I’m not going to talk about any of it. Not yet at least. Right now, I’m just checking in to say that I might actually start using this thing again. We’ll see how long I keep up with it.

It just takes so much effort to be clever all the time.

Fuck it, I’ll just be a cynic.

Let me start of by saying that I appreciate the beauty of being on vacation. I really do. Especially if that vacation entails tropical islands, beaches, palm trees, rain forests, oceans, that kind of shit. It’s really choice. If you can go on one, I recommend you do. Then again, not everyone can drive a Ferrari.

That being said… Are these idiot tourists for real? I mean, damn, people, how stupid can you be. Let’s take the bus, for example. The bus is a mode of public transportation. Every major city, and tons of the smaller ones have a bus. But for some reason, it seems that our breed of tourist has no idea how to use a bus, especially if they are A) white, B) between 24 and 76, and C) from the USA. “Is this the bus to Lahaina?” Does it say Lahaina on it? No, it’s says Kapalua. Therefore, I think we can safely say that this is NOT THE FUCKING BUS TO LAHAINA. Maybe the one behind this one that fucking says LAHAINA on it is the bus to Lahaina. Or maybe the tricky Hawaiians are trying to pull a fast one on you.

Now let’s talk about tourists in Starbucks. I suppose I’m over the fact that they even go to Starbucks, or McDonalds, or Pizza Hut, or look for an Applebee’s while on VACATION in HAWAII. But, hello, this Starbucks works like EVERY OTHER Starbucks in the US. Yes, your giftcard works here. Yes, we have internet. Yes we make the same damn drinks that your Starbucks back home makes. And yes that drink that looks like an Iced Grande Caramel Macchiato that is the only drink sitting on the bar IS in fact an Iced Grande Caramel Macchiato, so really, why are you asking me three times if it is an Iced Grande Caramel Macchiato. Of course, when there are 7 drinks on the bar, you DON’T ask and just take and end up taking someone else’s drink. But whatever. You’re also the kind of person that gets a Hawaii Starbucks Card and puts $5 on it, then spends the $5 the next day and gives your friend an empty Starbucks Giftcard as a souvenier from Hawaii. Wow. Big spender. You just gave your friend a gift that cost nothing. AND you did NOTHING to help the Hawaiian economy. Jesus Christ. Get your ass back in one of the local stores and buy a t-shirt and a keychain and a calandar for your friend, you cheap fuck.

And speaking of tourists and Starbucks and buses…. I know Hawaii is a very romantic spot. But on the bus or inside of Starbucks doesn’t seem like the most, well, romantic spot to be, um… damn, just get a fucking room. Your flabby middle-aged lips don’t have to be kissing each other non-stop the whole damn vacation. Hell, even highschoolers don’t kiss that much, let alone make those fucking “lovey dovey” mumbly sounds to each other all the time. For fuck’s sake, act your age.

But then again, I had almost forgotten that in this economy airlines are charging more for everything. I suppose these tourists couldn’t afford to bring their brains with them, what with all the added fees.

Still, don’t act like you’re entitled to some sort of special treatment when you’re out in public just because you’re on vacation.