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Here’s a list of interesting links:
- The Movie Spoiler. Find out what happens in all the crappy movies you didn’t want to watch. Has actual writeups of the entire movie, as opposed to Movie Pooper, which gives only the endings.
- Panorama’s photos. A Flickr photo set comprised completely of panoramic photos (stitched in software.)
- stoneth’s photos. A Flickr photo set of pictures of homeless people in San Francisco. Very raw, but quite amazing. This one in particular is powerful. (Warning: not for the squeamish)
- The Inner Life of the Cell. A cool 3D animation showing the inside of a cell. From Kahn.
- C2C’s 2005 DMC Routine. C2C is a French DJ crew that has won the team DMC championships for 3 years in a row. Very cool.
5 points to the first person to tell me where that is from.
Anyway, saw Serenity last Friday, a surprise pick from our very own May Ling (who watched a lot of the fight scenes with her eyes half covered). I liked it quite a lot (perhaps going in with somewhat low expectations helped), and now I’m waiting for Beck to bring in the
Saturday I went over to Aaren’s place to “session” with him and his friend. What this involved was hooking up three turntables and three mixers and taking turns scratching over a beat. Aaren is much better than either of us, but it was still fun and good practice. He also took us to Jake’s Steaks, where I had a Philly cheesesteak “whiz with” style, meaning with Cheez Whiz and onions. It was really good, but I could feel years of my life slipping away with each bite. Saturday night Babs and I went over to May Ling and Florence’s place to drink tea and play Mah Jongg. Our very own Joy Luck Club, I tell you.
Sunday morning Babs and I had a leisurely run on the Steven’s Creek Trail, then had the usual ramen lunch. After some errands, I joined the usual crew for football and volleyball at the park. It was pretty exciting — I don’t suck quite so much at volleyball anymore! Woo! After dinner at The Boardwalk, I watched
Monday night I went climbing again and actually got a monthly membership at Planet Granite since they are waiving their initiation fee. I’ve decided that another one of my minor life goals is to do be able to do at least one pull-up, so this should at least set me in the right direction.
Finally, this picture (click to enlarge) is one of the most wonderfully disgusting things I’ve ever seen. Read the full story here: Snake bursts after gobbling gator.
For the past week or so, a few of us had been trading e-mails, trying to figure out what to do for May Ling’s (surprise) birthday. We eventually settled on a day at Raging Waters, which we planned for Sunday afternoon. Babs (the compulsive liar,) came up with a story about us going swimming at her apartment complex. Florence even told May Ling about a non-existent afternoon tee-time (that’s golf, not the drink) to throw her off. Everything was going swimmingly (har har) until May Ling dropped the bomb to Walter on Saturday evening that, you know, she didn’t really care for water parks. (I don’t know how the topic came up, but thank goodness it did.) What ensued was a frantic series of secret phone calls, e-mails, and text messages trying to come up with an alternate plan. Finally (around midnight Saturday night) we decided on a picnic at the beach.
Sunday morning Florence bought a whole bunch of food, and brough it to my place to do a bit of preparing before heading back to her apartment (“after church.”) Around 1:10 I loaded up the car and headed to Babs’ place, where I was supposed to meet Walter to transfer the food into his car. Unfortunately, Walter was running late and May Ling and Florence were already on their way. So I got there just before the two of them arrived, and we tried to distract May Ling until Walter got there. Walter called me when he did, so we all headed outside.
[Sha, Babs, and Florence all look at each other.]
Walter: You didn’t tell her?
May Ling: I’m confused.
Sha (waving her arms in the air): SURPRISE!!!!
[May Ling just stares.]
Walter: We’re taking you to Santa Cruz for your birthday.
May Ling: Ohhh….
The afternoon was spent playing at the beach, where I gorged myself on yummy food, and I discovered that I do indeed throw like a girl. (But May Ling throws like a boy. ) I got my cotton candy, and Babs got her Dippin’ Dots (which I discovered hurt my tongue) so we were happy. We had 8:30 reservations at Sundance, so we sped on home and threw on a change of clothes before arriving 15 minutes late, covered in sand and sunblock. The prime rib was excellent, and we also shared May Ling’s free birthday mud pie. Afterwards, it was back to May Ling and Florence’s for more cake. I thought I was going to explode. In a good way, though.
Other than that excitingness, my weekend was low-key. I worked a full day on Saturday, then had pizza that Florence made on her cool pizza stone. I also finished watching
Finally, at May Ling’s birthday dinner, I got some fantastic news. A couple weeks ago at dinner, a friend made an off-color joke to May Ling about her mother. He immediately regretted it, and apparently IMed Walter later that night to ask if May Ling was mad. Walter responded, “No, it’s fine. She’s mellowed out a lot since she started hanging out with Sha.”
Sha Sha Chu: Corrupting minds since 2004.