Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Thinking about quitting

The blog game is tough my friends and I may have just stumbled upon a way to a new life. I know this has probably been done before but I have a good feeling about this. Besides, you can't ignore the fact that China just took over Japan and they are coming for the U.S. next. So, get on board.

FROM: Mr. Patrick K. W Chan
(Executive Director)
Hang Seng Bank Limited
83 Des Voeux Road, Central
Hong Kong SAR.


It is understandable that you might be a little bit apprehensive because you do not know me but I have a Lucrative Business Proposal of mutual interest to share with you. I got your reference in my search for someone who suits my proposed business relationship.

I am Mr. Patrick K. W Chan Executive Director of Hang Seng Bank Ltd. I have an obscured business suggestion for you. I will need you to assist me in executing a business project from Hong Kong to your country. It involves the transfer of a large sum of money. Everything concerning this transaction shall be legally done without hitch. Please endeavor to observe utmost discretion in all matters concerning this issue.

Once the funds have been successfully transferred into your account, we shall share in the ratio to be agreed by both of us.

I will prefer you reach me on my private email address below (ppkchan91@yahoo.com.hk) and finally after that I shall furnish you with more information’s about this operation.

Please if you are not interested delete this email and do not hunt me because I am putting my career and the life of my family at stake with this venture. Although nothing ventured is nothing gained.Do send me the following details when responding back to me.


Your Full Names:
Phone and Fax:
Country.

Your earliest response to this letter will be appreciated.

Kind Regards,

Mr.Patrick K. W Chan.

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A bit long but I think you'll get the point.

Great to be back!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Halibut

A friend's mom asked for tartar sauce and catsup when her sauteed halibut showed up. This anonymous place attempts at fine dining so of course they had no tartar. Or did they? Halibut is like tofu. The end. Where is Jack when you need him.



No tartar sauce? Really? Get over your mediocre self.




Consolidation

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they build in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, and you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth, but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, but when they said, "Pull down," I pulled up

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed!

I'm wandering, a loser down these tracks
I'm dying, but girl I can't go back
'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name
And when you realize how they tricked you this time
And it's all lies but I'm strung out on the wire

Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen and Arcade Fire

Lunch Social status

This morning I was helping my wife pack our kid's lunches. This wasn't so easy because we had no food. In addition to no food we had no tupperware or plastic wrap. SO my wife packs my oldest daughter's sandwich in the bread bag. Upon seeing this I had a flashback so severe it felt like a cold headache of 1906 SF proportions. I asked her if she ever had her sandwich packed in a plastic bread bag. I could have gone one better actually because my mother used to use these bags to line our winter boots. I am not sure what if any purpose our boots had if they needed to be lined with plastic bread bags. How about some rubber boots? My wife told me that no, she doesn't remember that ever happening mostly because she always had money to buy her lunch. Well well. What does this tangential story telling have to do with AF, you ask? Nothing yet.




I guess lunch could always be worse.