You paid attention during 100% of high school!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don’t get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
::via zmama::
Monthly Archive for November, 2006
Please consult the bible on this one.
Not “The Bible.” I mean “Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life.”
(Dude. I know I’m going to get major thumbs downed by Christians on this one!)
(From Consumating)
… of the North American Fishing Club.
(Does it count if I only carried the card to the trash, though?)
This should go well with my membership to BASSMASTER.
Clearly someone has mistaken me for someone who is not completely allergic to nature. To the person who put “Mr Joz” on these mailing lists… you should know that I only EAT fish. I do not fish fish.
P.S. – Efi, for the last time… it’s BASSMASTER *not* ASSMASTER (ala Margaret Cho), you perv!
(Written Monday night, but inadvertedly unposted when written.)
Earlier tonight (around 9pm) I was on the phone in my home office with a classmate, talking about our final paper/project, which was due tonight. In the middle of our conversation, I heard some banging on the window.
*Bam! Bam! Bam!*
“Hello? It’s the police,” I heard from outside my office window.
That got my attention.
I asked my classmate to hold and opened the window a smidge. “Yes?”
“It looks like your neighbor next door was burglarized,” he said. “It looks like someone cut a hole in their screen and climbed in through their kitchen window.”
Doh. That kitchen window is right next to my office window.
“Your neighbor just got home and found the front door open. What time did you get home today?” he asked.
“Um… around 7pm,” I said. “When I got home it was already dark, but I didn’t notice anything unusual.”
He police officer asked me a few more questions and I mentioned that another one of our neighbors had sent a note around about some vandals (someone shooting BBs through peoples front windows!) in the area, but that I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary lately. I said I’d give him a copy of the note and that if he had any questions, he could come to the front door and I’d be happy to help as I could.
I got off the phone with my classmate (who had heard enough of the conversation to get freaked out on my behalf) and went to the den to let Yoshi know what was going on. Since the cops were already outside, Yoshi went out to check things out and to talk to the other neighbors.
This is what we found out:
When we last heard, the neighbor had a bike, a PDA, some jewelry and other small items taken. I’m so grateful that we have bars on our windows because otherwise I’m sure we’d be an easier target than that other apartment.
We live in what we thought was a safe neighborhood. We have neighbors that we talk to and we all watch out for each other. Our next door neighbors have lived here for 10 years and never heard of anything like that happening. The ones who live above us have lived here 15+ years. The ones on the other side of us have lived here 15+ and 20+ years. Except for the occasional car break-in, and the vandals we heard about (about a month ago), no one has had any major problems with crime.
When stuff like this happens, it makes me think twice about living in L.A.. I know the crime isn’t as bad as everyone else in the world seems to think it is, but it’s certainly unnerving to know that our neighbor was burglarized within minutes and none of us knew it happened until it was over.
Good thing I am a paranoid freak and keep everything locked up tightly.
*goes and chains the door shut*
Do you like my Winter Wear picture?
It’s my Pimpcoat! It doesn’t get that cold in L.A. but I love it when I get to wear the Pimpcoat.
(My latest topic from Consumating.)
Vote for me at Consumating!
Please welcome the newest member of the jozjozjoz family!
Pudding Puppy*! (Yes, he is filled with pudding treats!)
*This is not the official name. We just haven’t come up with a good one yet.
I spent my birthday almost exactly as I’d wanted to… with family and loved ones all day, punctuated by birthday wishes from my friends via phone. Thanks to everyone who called, emailed, IM, etc.
I got up early… considering Bro and I were up talking ’til 4am last night… to visit my Dad at Rose Hills (missing Nina and her family by just minutes, it turned out, who had gone to visit her Grandma). I stayed for the chanting service and visited my Grandpa, Grandma, and Nina’s Grandma, as well.
I visited Grandma early in the afternoon, picked up some comfort food at Shiau Mei and headed back home to take a nap.
Then Yoshi drove us back to Grandma’s to meet up for dinner with Bro, my Uncle Peter, and his family for an intimate birthday dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was spent with some of the people I cared most about. And while we were waiting to be seated, Mom called from Taiwan.
Then after dinner, Yoshi and I went shopping and picked up a puppy!
What a way to top off my birthday!
Today is my birthday!
I am have reached 27*!
*27 may or may not be the actual chronological age of jozjozjoz.
Update in my birthday weekend celebration…
Here was my Friday, November 24!
(Granted I was up until about 2 am, but I almost never get to sleep in, so what a treat!)
Gobble gobble!
(That is exactly what we did tonight…)
We had our entire Thanksgiving feast, including 4 different kinds of pie + 1 birthday cake.
And I got a call from Mom and everything.
Not quite a perfect night, but all in all, it all worked out.
Now time to succumb to the food coma.
…to my cousin Nina
(Send her good wishes at her blog.)
A belated happy birthday to her hubby Ben.
And a belated welcome to the world to little Paris Evangelie.
Anyone wanna talk about tonight’s episode of Heroes?
The cheerleader has been saved.
How is that going to help save the world?!
I have a draft of a paper due tomorrow. Which, of course, is why I’m writing a post now.
I started hearing from people that they are receiving their Orlando postcards from us.
I’m not sure why it was so hard to find postcards in a touristy place like Orlando, but I went all over the place and had a hard time finding any that said “Orlando.” Most of what I found was Disney-branded stuff that wasn’t specific to Orlando/Walt Disney World. And it would’ve been a 65 cent postcard with Donald Duck on it or something. Sheesh!
Anyway, I ended up getting my postcards at a Publix grocery store, which was weird. And I didn’t even pick them up until halfway through the week. (Usually I try to do the postcards as soon as we get there so we get them out of the way and they can arrive sooner.)
This time, I didn’t do postcards until (literally) the night before we left Orlando. In fact, I fed the hippo dropped the postcards in the mail as we were leaving our hotel room for the airport.
Joz puts the postcards into the mailbox at the Animal Kingdom Lodge at Walt Disney World Orlando. I love how the mailbox is a hippo mouth. Tee hee!
And between running around Epcot and Disney-MGM Studios and attending a wedding and reception, I was so tired that I didn’t have the energy/time to write real messages on the postcards. So sorry for all the “WHOO HOO ORLANDO!” postcards I sent out. I’m usually not that lame.
So, here are some questions to you.
How many postcards do you think I did? Here’s a hint. Here are all of them stacked up. The key to our rental car (a Jeep Liberty) is sitting next to the pile as reference.
Have you received yours?
Did I say something incredibly strange to you in my sleep-deprived state?
Have you posted about it on your blog?
Let me know!
Fell asleep on the couch with the TV on.
And my contacts still in.
With a giant cushion under one side of my head.
Now I’m awake (it’s 5am), I have the ramblings of some strange telemarketing campaign about some scammy trading in the Forex market stuck in my head, my eyeballs are dried out, and there is a crook in my neck.
And I’m hungry. Maybe I should go back to bed* and wait for breakfast. Right now I want ice cream.
*Going “back” to bed would imply that I was actually in bed in the first place. When I wasn’t.
Courtesy of the “please spend all your money here” area of the “Mission: Space” ride at Epcot, here is a video postcard from Joz…
Can anyone save a copy of this video off the site before it gets eaten by The Mouse? Thanks. Never mind. I figured it out.
What’s the worst trouble you’ve ever gotten yourself into?
That time I got in trouble-trouble-trouble with my popomatic bubble…
(From Consumating)
It’s a moustache party! Gotta have a ‘stache to pass!
Vote for me First posted at Consumating!
(I hate how the “auto-post” feature from Consumating asks for your vote.)
I spoke to Mom this morning for 25 minutes. I love hearing my Mom’s voice, but don’t like being so groggy that I don’t make any sense.
I had called her the other night when I was so frustrated, but she wasn’t able to talk for more than a few minutes that day.
Mom and I are coordinating a number of things so it’s been frustrating facing bureaucracy and stupidity (by others) at every step of the way.
Anyway, I forgot to mention a very important highlight from my Orlando vacation… I received my Mom’s first email while I was there! (My Mom has never sent an email on her own before). This morning, I asked her about the email and she started laughing. I guess she was at the library and there was an open computer, so she decided to try sending a message to me (she couldn’t remember my brother’s email address) without any help. She said it took her SO LONG to peck it out on the keyboard. I told her how happy I was to receive it, that I already replied to her message and that she’ll get the response from me the next time she checks her email… whenever that will be!
I know that my Mom prefers to hear our voices on the phone over emails, but I’m so proud of her for trying a new way of communicating with us!
…there is so much crap to do and I’m having a hard time handling it all.
Sometimes I hate being an adult. My birthday is two weeks away and I don’t even want to think about it.
I miss my Dad and Mom.
Highlights of the Trip:
Parts of the Trip I Could’ve Done Without:
::this post was brought to you courtesy of the free wi-fi and yummy croissants at Aux Delices on Colorado in Pasadena.::
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