Monthly Archive for October, 2004

Starting some new Halloween traditions (aka: What do you get when you cross Halloween with Easter with jozjozjoz?)

Self portrait taken in the mirror of the guest restroom at Mike's place.  Click to embiggen.
Since I went to a great Halloween party last night, I didn’t feel the need to go out again tonight. Instead, I stayed home and gave out candy (no, not walnuts) to the five groups of kids who showed up at the door. Since I had pretty much given up on trick-or-treaters coming to the door at around 7pm, the kids who did show up each got a crapload of candy (Tootsie rolls, pops, dots, etc) from me.

I had pretty much watched everything I could on our main TiVo while I was waiting for trick-or-treaters, so I got bored & decided to do some stuff in the kitchen. I usually buy eggs in bulk at Costco (five dozen at a time) and will hard-boil a large pot of eggs at one time. When I put the hard-boiled eggs back into the fridge with the other eggs, I usually mark them with a large ‘X’ across the top with a black sharpie.

We decided against carving pumpkins this year (no time), so I thought I’d get my Halloween creative jollies off on the hard-boiled eggs. Kind of a Easter-ish twist on Halloween, or something.

I started off with a couple of simple jack-o-lantern-type faces, but then started drawing other animals and progressed to (somewhat) recognizable cartoon characters. Can you tell who/what I was trying to draw? (Hey, I wasn’t trying to be DaVinci, I was just doodling on eggs…)
2004 Halloween Eggs by jozjozjoz.

Since I had just watched an episode of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends (“Hi” to my friend Craig… not McCracken!), I did a little tribute in hard-boiled egg and sharpie:
2004 Halloween Eggs by jozjozjoz.  Inspired by Foster's Home.  Apologies to Craig McCracken.

I wrapped it up with some tributes to some of my favorite bloggers… the Domokun is inspired by the pictures of Mikey that Joelle posted. And the Lockergnome was inspired by Chris Pirillo himself. (And you thought I wasn’t going to do anything useful with that mousepad I got at Gnomedex 4.)
2004 Halloween Eggs by jozjozjoz.  Inspired by Mikey and his Domokun. 2004 Halloween Eggs by jozjozjoz.  Inspired by Lockergnome.  Apologies to Chris Pirillo.

I don’t know if I’m going to do this every year (I wasn’t planning to stay home and make eggs… it just turned out that way), but this is the kind of thing that happens when I have too much free time on my hands…

No costume for me (yet)

I’m desperately trying to come up with a costume so I’ll have something to wear to Mike’s Halloween party.

Help.

Trick-or-Treat Goodies (our way)

Joz at the pumpkin patch in 1984.  I like how my eyes are closed in this shot.  (How did 20 years go by so quickly?!)When we were kids, we learned about a lot of American traditions for the first time on television or in school. Since our parents came to the United States only a couple of years before I was born, they learned about American holidays pretty much at the same time my brother and I did.

Halloween was something fun and exciting because my Mom understood the concept of “dress up” and although she claimed that she didn’t know how to sew, she always came up with costumes for us for Halloween so we could go trick-or-treating and come home with a bag full of candy that we were later not allowed to eat, since it would “rot our teeth out of our mouths.”

Since we weren’t allowed to eat the candy we got from trick-or-treating, often the strategy was to send us out early & to give away the candy that we had received earlier in the evening. We didn’t mind; that was just the way we did things.

As we got old enough to go to school (and have neighbor kids in the same classes with us), we began to become concerned about what candy was being given away at our front door. One year, my Mom informed us that our cousins were planning to come to our neighborhood so we could all go trick-or-treating together. Although this was exciting, it also meant that Mom would actually have to prepare treats in advance for my Dad to pass out while we were out.

I still remember how horrifying it was when Mom returned from the supermarket, proudly announcing that she had purchased “the BEST trick-or-treat goodies” for the neighborhood kids.

My Bro and I excited went through the grocery bags but we didn’t find any Smarties, M&Ms, candy corn, or little Snickers bars.

“What? Where? Mom?”
Continue reading ‘Trick-or-Treat Goodies (our way)’

Excuse me while I suffer a mild heart attack…

I am FREAKING OUT because I got up to get something to eat after doing a bit of work this morning and when I got back, my desktop computer would not turn on.

I luckily have another machine to borrow, but I don’t have access to my email archives, all my documents are inaccessible, and I can’t do everything I’d normally be able to do.

Now I don’t know what to do, because my computer has so much important stuff on it. All my photos… all my everything.

Anyway, I am suffering a mild heart attack over my computer at the moment. I am going to see if my brother can take a look at it. I might have to drive my computer to OC to have him examine it.

GRRR!

Please send a little healing prayer that my hard drives are still intact.

UPDATE: My Bro rules so much! He says that I can bring the compy to his place this weekend and he’ll fix it. Still, all healing mojo is appreciated!

Remember how I got an important dinner postponed last week…

… for Yoshi because of the “HISTORIC RED SOX VS YANKEES” game?

Well, I *know* that it is now Game 4 for the World Series and possibly “ANOTHER HISTORIC RED SOX GAME,” but I have run out of excuses & absolutely can’t postpone dinner again. Can not. No way. No how. Nuh-uh.

Unless I find a way to sweet-talk another rain check… funny, it *IS* raining again…

UPDATE: HOW much do I rule for getting another rain check? Also, how much do my friends rule for letting us postpone AGAIN?!

I did not infale any humes

So when I got home from the office last Friday night, Yoshi looked at me, looked at me again, and asked, “Are you wearing makeup?”

“No,” I answered.

“Your face looks weird,” said Yoshi.

(Gee thanks, Yosh.)

I had, however, been inhaling paint fumes all day since they decided to repaint a few doors in the office. I think the fumes were pretty strong because a few hours into the day, my eyes started scratching and itching, hence my “weird-looking” face.

Of course, when I got home, the bleach fumes throughout our house were far worse than anything at the office. I guess I must’ve accidentally pushed a button that made Yoshi bleach everything in the entire house.

Wow, I’m more powerful than I thought. (Or maybe it’s the fumes talking…)

Help me come up with a bio for blogging.la

You may already know that I’ve been writing for blogging.la for many months now.

As the About Us page states, jozjozjoz “hasn’t bothered to turn in a bio yet.”

The truth is, I hate writing my own my bio. I hate filling out questionnaires about myself. You may have noticed there is no “About jozjozjoz” page on this site. There is no “100 things.” There is nothing like that on this site.

I figure people who want to get to know me can plow their way through my blog and draw their own conclusions, email/IM me if they want to get to know me more directly, or meet me at some social function and get to know me in person.

None of those options are helpful when it comes to blogging.la having a bio for me.

I realize there is a fair amount of irony that I have this crazy blog, but am unwilling to write a bio about myself. I also think it’s kind of funny that I am extremely good at writing bios for other people. But anyway…

Here’s where you can help me out… please help me come up with a bio for blogging.la.

It can be part-serious, part-silly, part-whatever & I will cobble together something short & sweet so I can finally contribute a bio to the fine folks at blogging.la. You can also send your suggestions in privately to me via email at joz [at] jozjozjoz.com.

P.S. – stkyrice, please don’t suggest anything about any flan thongs, thank you very much in advance.

The little guy is screaming again.

This post may make me seem completely whacko (as if you didn’t think that already), but it sounds like there is a little guy who lives in Yoshi’s computer.

You see, ever since the day it was received, Yoshi’s computer has made this weird little *aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh* noise.

It’s very faint. In fact, Yoshi said something about it months ago when we were still at our old place, but I don’t think I could hear it back then because the distance between our desks was further apart, and because there was carpeting to eat up the noise.

But lately, I can hear it. A lot.

And I’ve decided it sounds like a little guy living in Yoshi’s computer, screaming in pain. And the thought of this little man screaming in pain all the time really, really bothers me.

I don’t know why Yoshi’s computer makes that little noise, but that poor little guy…

On another note, did you ever think that there were little people who lived inside your electronics whose jobs were to make your things work? I had a friend who believed there was a little person who lived inside her CD player and every time you played a CD, the little person ran around, making the CD spin around the laser. Come to think of it, whatever happened to that friend? I wonder if instead of “moving,” what really happened was that the people at the loony bin came to take her away?

And for the record, I don’t think that the little guy screaming inside of Yoshi’s computer is there to make the computer run… that’s the job of the little (locker)gnome, right?

I wish there was a button I could push…

… that would *BLOOP!* clean my desk for me.

Of course, so long as I’m wishing for other kinds of buttons I could push…

… the button that would pop a billion dollars in my bank account every time I pushed it.

… the button that would be equivalent to a transporter, so I would never have to drive or go to an airport again.

… the button that would do all the exercises I am supposed to do at the gym for me (and more), but produce 10 times the results.

… the button that could give me more time to do important things like spend time with my friends and loved ones (and maybe catch up on the stuff on the TiVo once in a while).

Did I miss any buttons?

I’m a hazard to myself…

I was sitting on the couch talking to Yoshi when I decided to blow a bubble with the chewing gum in my mouth.

Unfortunately, the bubble popped all over my face, my nose, my cheeks, and (best of all) my glasses.

I kept taking off my glasses to see if I’d gotten it all off my glasses, but I couldn’t see that far without my glasses.

But I think I got it all off now.

I think.

Why would someone do this to their son?

If your last name was “Peed,” wouldn’t you CHANGE it so you would never have to name your own child something like “Paul Peed”?

That is almost as bad (just as bad? worse than?) Paul Pongpoo.

And just wait until Mr. Peed gets married. Is there any woman who would WANT to be Mrs. Peed?

Principle #6 of Jewish Buddhism

6. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Forget to do this and attaining Enlightenment will be the least of your problems.

Turtle Turtle!

I saw this little guy at Costco a few weeks ago but Yoshi wouldn’t let me bring him (or the large turtle-shaped backpack he was attached to) home with me.

But I got a picture. Ain’t he a cutie?!

Turtle Turtle!

He definitely needs a name, though… even if he just lives in a bin at Costco and I may never see him again…

Stop it!

My dear Bobbola:

I got my last tetanus shot in early 1997.

That means I am FINE.

It means I will NOT die of lockjaw, no matter what you say.

I am not going to the doctor because he will just laugh at me for being a hypochondriac since tetanus shots are good for 10 years.

Stop making me worry about the scratches below my butt that I got from those nails sticking out of my chair yesterday. I’ve got enough to worry about as it is.

Thank you.

(P.S. – Thank you for caring… I mean it!)

I’m a bad girlfriend…

… unless I can fix it today, before it’s too late.

So, as some people know, getting a date with Yoshi & Joz can be very difficult because of our busy schedules, as well as the fact that Yoshi is, well… anti-social.

So I have a friend at work who has been pestering me for over a month to come up with a date that we can all get together and have a little “double date.” When I finally got Yoshi to agree to picking a night this week, my friend was thrilled and put it into her calendar IN INK. And she began planning for the evening’s details right away, making sure that her boyfriend wouldn’t make any other plans, etc.

Too bad the date is scheduled for TONIGHT, the same night as Game 7 of the showdown between the Red Sox & the Yankees. (To be fair, who knew that there was going to be a Game 7 when the plans were made.)

I will never hear the end of it if I make Yoshi go on this date with me… I can already hear it, “Wah, wah BASEBALL! Blah, blah YANKEES vs RED SOX HISTORIC GAME!”

But after all the teeth-pulling my friend did to get tonight’s plan together, if I ask for a rain check, I think I might actually get clobbered.

On the other hand, it REALLY IS raining today…

UPDATE: So I didn’t get clobbered AND I got us a rain check for another night next week. Now Yoshi will have no excuses and HAS to come out with us next week. :)

Trying to remember when I last got my tetanus shots…

…so I’m walking around the office and sit down on an office chair and feel a sharp *POKE* on the back of my right thigh.

OW! WTH?

I get up, expecting to see a thumbtack of two lying there, but I don’t.

It seems that three nails from the edging on the chair are sticking out of the front edge of the chair.

I feel the back of my leg and feel little bumps where the nails (hopefully) have not broken the skin.

Eeesh.

Silly Quiz Time: Which Biological Molecule Are You?

Glucose
You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you…or at least the way you
taste.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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What is this wet stuff falling from the sky?

I am not familiar with this strange phenomenon…

What the heck is wrong with me?

The following words just came out of my mouth:

“Red Vines sure are pretty!”

Woot for pleasant surprises!

I just saw a name pop-up on my AIM buddy list that I hadn’t seen online in probably 8 years.

I just got back in touch with someone I met in 1998 or so!

I am so excited!

Breakfast & a new wireless network & a blog post…

… all by 11am on a Sunday morning.

I feel so accomplished.

Oh, and I also read another 40 pages of Calvin & Hobbes comics from one of the compendiums sitting around the house.

What a great day.

Any day I can spend at Burke Williams is a great day.

And I got to visit the one in San Jose on Santana Row.

And if you’re in the Sunnyvale area, I highly recommend Guy Harriman if you want a deep tissue massage. :)

Whoo!

Moblogging is fun!

I feel like a tool.

I’m out of the office today and I am trying to login to my computer via Go2MyPC to check email and retrieve a document or two.

Like a good girl, I change my passwords every so often.

And now I can’t remember what I changed it to. Arrrgh…

I got this in my inbox a few days ago…

From my friend, MamaBear.

Why are you sending me bear porn, MamaBear?!

(My eyes! My eyes!)




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