Rather Uninspired

29 12 2007

We have returned from Arizona, and by the way Corinne and I went to Arizona for Christmas.

In AZ there was a bit of a reunion, as there were some friends there that I haven’t seen for a long while.  I wish there could have been more time spent with them, but we all had our own schedules since it was Christmas and all.

I must say that the only gift of any worth thus far would have to be my iPod Touch, with which I have already filled 4.5 out of 16 gigs.  That’s just my CD collection and a few assorted downloaded albums.  I have yet to upload many of Corinne’s CD’s, although I doubt I will be able to fill the other 10 or so gigs from that.  Like any woman, she likes womanly music, the likes of which I don’t need to hear.

Anyway, I spent at least 10 hours over the last few days uploading CD’s and hunting down the album art that iTunes couldn’t find on its own.   What’s funny is that a few of my CD’s would inspire iTunes to show album art that was either totally wrong or from some weird foreign release.  Does this happen a lot?  I never actually played around with iTunes until now, as I preferred WinAmp.  Yeah, I’m old school like that.

After having the iPod Touch for a few days now, it makes me really want an iPhone.  I’m pretty sure that was what Apple planned when they released the Touch, the idea being to market an iPhone teaser so people will be compelled to buy the one.  Then, when they release the new iPhone, everybody will be pissed for a few days then go purchase it.  I know I will be waiting for that next generation iPhone.  I heard it will have an espresso maker built in to it.





It took scientists to figure this out?

20 12 2007

Here is something we’ve all known for years, but it wasn’t official, apparently, until these guys said it was.

By the way, I have a gift.  Its being able to point out the idiot that is braking, even if She isn’t braking at the time.





Clever, yet so ghetto.

18 12 2007

 

 

 

Watch this guy assemble some futuristic technology, only to prop it up with a deck of cards.

Mad respect though, it looks pretty fun.

I was about to try and do this but my computer doesn’t have bluetoof. And I don’t have a Wii handy either. Oddly enough, I have a bunch of little LED lights laying around though. And I’m sure I could find a deck of cards somewhere.





And now, a word from our sponsor.

15 12 2007





Busy

12 12 2007

Finals and whatnot next week.

Also, don’t get into “Virtual Villagers” the week before finals or any other task that requires lots of preparation.





I wish I was like Skee-Lo

5 12 2007

Check out the rest of the rap graphs here.

And for those of you not in the know… 





Half-Assed Cuban Sandwich

3 12 2007

Besides a Manwich (or The Sloppy Jason), my favorite sandwich of all time would have to be a Cuban sandwich.

I first had my first one on our honeymoon in Las Vegas, at the restaurant (I don’t remember what it’s called, but its just an ordinary casino restaurant) at the Mirage Hotel.  Sadly, I’ve never had a “real” on made by a Cuban in Miami or elsewhere in Florida.  And I certainly have never actually had one in Cuba, as I’m pretty sure its just a Cuban-American food item.

It is basically a smashed sandwich, or a sandwich that has been grilled on between two flat irons, usually on a less than fancy panini (no grooves) press.

I have no panini press, or even a less than fancy panini press.  I didn’t have any ham or swiss cheese either.

What I did have was pork carnitas, provolone, cheddar,  sandwich sliced dill pickles, and Sierra Nevada Porter Mustard.

To substitute the press, I made the sandwich and pressed it down with my hands.  Sure, that’s a rather crude method, and it hardly creates a smashed sandwich, but it was more of a mental thing.

“I smashed the sandwich, therefore it is a smashed sandwich.”

I suppose I could have gotten all Alton Brown on it.  I could have wrapped it in foil, placed it between two cookie sheets, put a brick on top, and then put it in the oven.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any bricks handy.

I put the psuedo-smashed sandwich into a 350 degree oven, went outside and had a smoke, and then took it out of the oven.

Not exactly a Nicole, but it was still quite tasty.  In fact, I could have made a Nicole, as I still have all the ingredients sitting around.

But I figured I should use the carnitas up since they were starting to turn.

So if I get some kind of food poisoning (wouldn’t be the first time), we all know what it was from.