Experiment 2: Strengths Finder 2.0
Embarking on a Year-long Journey
Auto Zone’s motto should be: “Women, don’t bother coming in here because we *know* you haven’t got a clue about cars!” Grrrrrrrrr.
Apparently, if you’re a woman and don’t know exactly EVERYTHING about the piece of equipment you are purchasing, the guy that works there will assume that you are a brain dead jelly fish when it comes to anything mechanical and proceed to patronize you with his uber simplified explanations. “This is a car. You put new things on it when they break.”
I mean, i know that i’m not the most knowledgeable person alive when it comes to cars, but come on! I can tell when i have the wrong size windshield wiper WHEN THEY OVERLAP EACH OTHER AND CAN’T MOVE! The guy, after giving me this scathing look of skepticism, actually had to come out and examine the car after i told him that he gave me the wrong size of wiper.
“See look,” i said. “They overlap.”
“Who told you that?”
“Um, i can just tell by looking at it. They won’t move like this.” I begin to flush.
Finally he gets me the right size, still treating my like i’m mentally handicapped.
Can’t stand patronizing car guys.
A friend of a friend just opened a clothing shop on Sunset in L.A. called See-Throo. Check it out!
My friends and i went to the Grand Opening party this sunday night. Oh, here’s the address in case you want to check it out: 7561 Sunset Blvd. East of Fairfax, just before Gardner. Anyway, they have some interesting isht. If you’re into goth, anime cosplay, or industrial stuff, check it out. Check out See-Throo’s website.
Good stuff there. My friend has basically been living in the store getting ready for the grand opening. Here’s a pic of me and Kimi at the opening.
Stop by and purchase a leather bustier sometime!
I know i’m a bit behind the times, but this game is so addictive!
Bejeweled is one of those games that you can play forever and never get tired of it. I has a the same crack-like quality that...well, crack has - just plain addictive! Try it out in case you haven’t yet.
Finally did some coding this weekend!
I’ve got a basic structure up but there are no working links, so we’ll still have to see how this goes. So check out the new site and let me know what you think!
What in Buddah’s name is blepharoplasty? if you’re Asian, you probably know someone who’s had this done. It’s the eyelid surgery that gives you a “more defined and symmetrical eyelid crease.” See the pics below:
BEFORE
AFTER
The reason i brought this up is because it (of course!) relates to a recent experience of mine. I don’t often wear makeup, so when i do, it makes a dramatic difference. Not surgical reconstructive surgery different, but different enough. So primped and pressed for a graduation, i went to a friend’s house. After his mom saw me (and note that I’ve known her for YEARS), she commented to him later that she thought i had eye surgery done. “No mom, it’s makeup.” But she was decided that i had undergone blepharoplasty.
So how do i feel? One friend commented: “That’s a compliment, isn’t it?”
I don’t know? Is it? On one hand, she’s saying i fit more into the stereotypical American version of beauty. great. On the other hand, she implies that i would be willing to pay money to undergo elective surgery for vanity. Or maybe my eyelids are just really obstructing my vision...?
Please note that I don’t think she ever thought if it like that. But still, it made me wonder…
What do you think?
WARNING: Do not try this at home kids! The result of such actions may lead to unpredictable or unwanted consequences!
So I was driving to work one morning on the 15 freeway south sans my normal carpool buddies Laura and Les. Traffic, being in Southern Cali, was by default sluggish. Still, i will take every opportunity to be legitimately late for work, so the slowness didn’t bother me.
Then this guy zooms buy in his brand new mercedes. Or rather, tries to zoom. He got stuck behind slow traffic, so he wove his way across the slower right lanes of traffic and back, and forth, and back again. Annoyed, I muttered stuff like “idiot” and “gonna get yourself killed doing that” under my breath, when suddenly he was next to my car and pacing me. I ignored him.
He drove a little past my car so i could not ignore him; he looked back at me and gave me the “c’mon! I bet you can’t beat ME!” hand motions (because as you know i am very fluent in sign-language). This guy looked to be an early-30s mildly goofy yuppy with a button down shirt and too much money/time on his hands. Amused i chased for about 2 minutes then went back to cruising in the fast lane. “Forget this!”
A minute later, he was pacing me again. This time, he had a paper held up to the window. I put my car in auto-pilot and let R2 take over for the time being as i strained to read the cryptic writing on the paper. It said:
“ARE YOUR LEGS GREAT TOO?”
I nearly died laughing at him. If only he could have heard the raucous commotion in my car as i smoked him in my comparatively weak 4-cylinder camry.
THE MORAL: having money/nice cars/etc. apparently has no correlation with being smart and doesn’t prevent people from laughing at you. Now you know! And knowing is half the battle!