Wednesday, August 08, 2012

July Diary

School
First, I should note that after blowing off a couple weeks in the early spring, I've found myself way behind where I need to be in pursuit of my economical bachelors degree.  I spent a great deal of my free time in July plowing through assignments and I'm nearly on track with where I need to be, thankfully.
Fit as a Fiddle
Needing more time for school work, I shelved some work out days and unfortun-ate-ly didn't do the whole 'eating less' thing too.  This has resulted in a 10 pound weight gain over the last month and a half (about 5%).  No biggie until you visualize carrying around a 10 pound weight with you where ever you go.  Needless to say, it's protein bars and veggies until I can get back down to my binge weight again.
Along the 'Fit' lines, I had commented to a coworker that Mrs. Sandmich and I would be doing about twenty hours of driving over an extended weekend.  She looked at my Honda Fit and mournfully remarked that "we'd be getting a divorce".   Since the road trip is over, I can say with confidence that divorce was never in the cards; however, whether it was me playing music Mrs. Sandmich didn't like, or Mrs. Sandmich not liking the music that I was playing, I can't completely rule out the possibility of murder.
Crimethink
On a tour on the USS Cod, the guide (an old war horse) mentioned that women would be allowed to serve on submarines and made a (very) weak effort to defend the move, probably to placate the views of those who might be on the tour (which is understandable given the love that wing-nut PC lefties have for war boat tours).  Mrs. Sandmich took a mild, humorous exception to this to which the tour guide replied "you can't think that...".  Can't think that?  I took great exception to this, not caring about making the rest of the tour uncomfortable.  That kind of (not) thinking needs to be stomped out where it is found.
Game of Throes
I incurred a hand injury while trying to get the Platinum trophy in SSX and I've been instead putting the PS3 to work in playing my collection of perfectly legally acquired digital content.  Among these was the HBO series A Game of Thrones.  My hope was for a medieval action series, and instead what I got was a medieval themed soap opera.  I finally gave up on the series after I came to a conclusion that it was never going to settle down into a rut and that the purpose of each new episode was to find some new excuse to display some outrageous amount of violence (especially against women and children) and to portray what can only be described as pornographic levels of smut (only without the same levels of mutual respect and adoration that is in regular porn; so kind of a low brow, snuff house porno).  This series is total crap in hindsight.
Pastarama
There was this not-very-good episode of Futurama that was a glorified campaign commercial for Obama, based around the ideals of his 2008 campaign; only this episode that's full of dated material aired this year.  It is interesting though, to see how Obama believers duped themselves into buying his message.  Only in the case of Futurama writers I should say 'dupe'.
From the PD: Five People Stabbed in Nightclub at Quarter till Four in the Morning
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Whiskey
 I'll have to correct myself on something I told my dad and note that the Kentucky 'bourbon run' can now be done in a (cramped) day.  I've been unable to verify, but it looks like some of the lesser brands have pulled out of the cross promotion leaving 'only' six distilleries to visit (though you'll be mildly snookered after taking in samples that are offered at most).  I should point out though that liquor sales are booming so more than half the distilleries have amazing palaces for visiting areas (Four Roses (the weakest, but still nice), Maker's Mark, Heaven Hill (which also has a whiskey museum of sorts), and Woodford Reserve) while the rest (Jim Beam and Wild Turkey) are in the process of aggressively updating.  (I should also note that the stores of those places won't rock the distributor boat and their easier to find wares (Jim Beam Black Label, etc.) can be found cheaper elsewhere, but it's usually still cheaper than Ohio).
Chinese Food
 The aforementioned Sally and I ate at a Chinese restaurant near the Kent campus many months ago.  When we arrived I had forgotten my phone in the car and Sally went on ahead of me and got a table.  When I sat down to eyeball the menu I heard some gringos behind me ordering kung pao chicken, etc., but that stuff wasn't on my menu; the reason being that since Sally is real Chinese, we were given the real Chinese menu (whereas I'm guessing that if I went in, we'd had gotten the kung pao menu).  Skip ahead to last week when we were by Arkansas State and were treated to dinner by Sally's family at a Chinese restaurant close to the university.  When we sat down we were given gringo menus, but then gave permission for Sally's family to order food for us off of the 'real' menu (which was devoid of English).  It would appear that so many East Asian nationals attend our colleges that local Chinese restaurants cater to them and their families with "home cooking".  So a piece of Sandmich advice, if you're at a Chinese restaurant by a university, and you're feeling adventurous, ask for the 'Chinese' menu (there are some iApps that do Chinese OCR if you don't feel like asking what-is-what).

Sniper Tower of Babel
Excepting food, Sally's family, especially her father, was looking for some real American...'stuff'.  One idea I had was that we could go down to the gun range.  I ruled this out for a few reasons though.  Primarily I was concerned with communicating proper firearms procedure to Sally, who would then in turn translate those instructions to her dad.  After seeing some inconsequential things mistranslated using this process, I figured that the gun range was a poor choice of venue to see if the translation kinks had been worked out.  I also figured it would be a let down of sorts since her family lives a cheap plane ticket away from various Southeast Asian venues where they'll let you shoot a full auto 50cal machine gun at live chickens.  I later learned that Sally's dad had never fired a gun and would have loved the experience, and as Mrs. Sandmich pointed out, although he lives close to Southeast Asia, that doesn't mean the guards will let him out of that prison of a country to visit it.  "Maybe next time", I said.

2 comments:

rungirl34 said...

There is a Chinese restaurant down the road from us that very obviously caters to the asian population in our town. EVERYTHING is written in Chinese when you walk in, 98% of the customers are asian and eating things that are not on the "menu". We used to order take out from there but after many, many times of getting ignored when trying to pick up our order or be seated, we decided that we would only go back with our Chinese neighbor...or Sally.

Evil Sandmich said...

I recall you mentioning that. That's silly isn't it? I guess turning down money is easier than learning English. I did forget to make mention that Sally's friend did decide to go to that small community college that's by your house ;-)

I should point out as well that investigations of Chinese places by Case/Cleveland State is rather fruitless since those places would be Asian-food only even if there was no university near by.