Dear Skinny Bitch At Kalihi Pet Clinic

I doubt you have forgotten it, but for other readers’ sake this is about that time you humiliated a dog owner in your waiting room because her dog was very skinny.   You did it loudly & obnoxiously, in front of everyone else in the waiting room.   You accused her of abuse & threatened to report her.   And she quietly accepted whatever you had to say, completely ashamed & degraded.

Well, I don’t accept what you said.

Salt Kitchen & Tasting Bar

I’ve begun to get very boring in my dining habits.

For the last few years I’ve stuck to all the same places – places I’ll never write about because I want to keep them to myself. So all kinds of exciting, trendy new places have come & gone & I’ve never stepped foot inside of them. I’m getting old.

When Salt Kitchen & Tasting Bar opened up on Waialae Avenue (it’s right next to Coffee Talk), I heard all kinds of great things. Jason from Kalapawai Cafe had glowing things to say about their menu, so glowy in fact that it occurred to me that I should go there some time. When my friend Wes said he wanted to try it too, it was a done deal.

Your Secret Is Safe

I have a mental block about secrets.   I forget them.

I first noticed it over a decade ago.   I worked, as all 20-somethings work, at a job where there was just tons of intrigue & drama all the time.   You know, it just seems like the only positions the world will give us at that age.   Everything was so intense & silly all the time.   Anyway.

One of my co-workers had a crush on another one of our co-workers.   I thought she was silly & I knew he was a jack ass, but she really liked him & that was that.   Until she slept with him.   And she told me about it.

“You can’t tell this to anyone,” she said, quite clearly.   “Not to anyone, ok?”   And of course I agreed.   You always agree to stuff like that.   She wasn’t my only friend at work but we were all friends & chances are after she made me promise not to tell anyone, she probably told everyone else, little by little, anyway.   Or, more likely, she had already told other people.   I mean, we were all in our twenties.   It was only a matter of time before someone else broke their vow of silence & told everyone about it even though everyone actually already knew.   But it wasn’t going to be me.

<10 Twitter Types That I Don’t Follow

A friend’s recent blog about the 10 reasons why she doesn’t follow you back on Twitter got me thinking about what my expectations of Twitter are.   I’ve always known what I wanted out of Twitter; I never really itemized the things I don’t want.

1. The obvious losers – every update is a link to their product or pornsite or seminar or keylogger or whatever – it doesn’t matter since I don’t click on the links.   Twitter is a networking site & I guess a lot of people think it’s a way to advertise their otherwise immobile offerings to a wide audience, but not me.   I’m not here to shop.   If I want to buy something I’m not going to look on Twitter; I’m going to go to the appropriate pornsite.   Fewer middlemen ftw.

2. Uninteresting people (that I don’t know).   I originally just said “uninteresting people” but then I thought of the multitudes of totally boring people that I follow on Twitter.   The catch is that these people are friends of mine & their lives are of interest to me, boring or otherwise.   Am I talking about you?   You’ll never know.  But if I don’t know you, the only reason why I’m going to follow you is because you’re interesting.

When I first joined Twitter, I was pretty sure none of my friends had even heard of it but even so I probably wouldn’t have gone looking for them.   The few who have gotten lost & found themselves with a Twitter account & then found me, I’m happy to follow, but in the grand scheme of things I’m mostly interested in the 140 character statements of total strangers.   Who are interesting, of course.

Boomerproofing

Holy crap, Boomer is a high maintenance dog.

At 8 months of age, my American Bulldog Boomer is getting pretty big.   He’s also pretty athletic.   Most recently he’s added excitement to my life by managing to jump on top of the 6′ wall around my backyard in order to get at the neighbor’s dogs.   He hasn’t actually gotten over yet, but he’s also not full grown yet.

This could be some seriously bad stuff.

On Sunday I thought I was having a heart attack when I saw that he was able to get both of his front legs over the top of the wall.   I ended up packing him up & taking him to the bar with me because I didn’t know what else to do.

The Rapture.

A Shot of Infused Badness

These are pictures from 2007; I dug them up for a friend & thought I’d share them again.

Snake wine is, without a doubt, the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted, or ever had in my mouth for that matter.   At one time we had some friends who made regular trips to China & would bring back bottles of snake wine.   As far as I know, folks aren’t allowed to bring bottles of snake wine back to the US… but our friends had ways.   Oh yes, they did.

The bottles our friends always brought back had what appeared to be cobras in them.   I actually know very little of snakes but I assume if it’s got a hood, it’s a cobra.   My understanding is that when drinking this particular snake wine we are also drinking the snake’s venom, & I did notice immediate numbness on my lips the first time I tried it.   That evening I didn’t feel any alcoholic effects, but I did have to call people & apologize the next day for saying things I shouldn’t have said (worse than usual).

OHCOMEON 2011!

I’m logging in about 17 hours of sleep for the last 4 days, & half of that was in 30-60 minute increments.   I’ve been misspelling words; I’ve caught it twice but who knows how many other times it’s happened.   I’ve been forgetting about things that I never expected to forget because I was just looking at them an hour ago.    Alzheimer’s does run in my family but I think I just need to get some rest.

Maybe tomorrow.   It’s too late for a Xanax today; I’ll oversleep if I take one now.

A Little Aloha

Today I put in some time at Barefoot League selling Aloha For Japan tsunami relief fundraiser t-shirts.   They cost $20 with 100% of the proceeds going to relief efforts in Japan (click here for details).   This fundraiser came about as one of many collaborative efforts between Barefoot League & a handful of other local apparel businesses.   This Christmas if you decide to shop “local,” please remember these guys.   They don’t make a cent off of this project, which, believe me, is a lot of work.

March 23 note: the state just got involved & now the stores are forced to charge sales tax, so the shirts are no longer a flat $20.   I could comment more on this, but I’ll just leave it at that.

April 4 note: Don Quixote has now taken over distribution of Aloha For Japan shirts; Barefoot League (& I think the other stores) will no longer be distributing them.

I have no retail experience.   I don’t even know how to fold a t-shirt (check out my drawers at home — I roll my shirts.) but today I learned & I learned fast.

Irony

Saw this while browsing the D3Scene forums.   Maybe I’m the only one who finds the second quote in this gamer’s sig funny.