The Carlton Dance

I admit, this had faded into the darkest recesses of my mind until Amy reminded me of it a few weeks ago. I finally got around to looking online.


The man has some smooth moves.

Ok, this is funny

Roaming through AOL today, I came across the following link. Watch it through, it takes a bit to warm up. Hilarious, especially if you're a fan of Grey's Anatomy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkRBqDwLpn4

Hungry in Dallas

Thanksgiving week has passed by, leaving behind tight pants and leftovers. My holiday was spent in Louisiana, where I feasted with the Bond family, kept erratic hours, and learned how to shoot a pistol (albeit the one I practiced with shot plastic BBs, to keep bloodshed to a minimum). If any Bonds are reading this, thanks again! I had a lot of fun.

However, sitting here in Dallas, an all too common predicament has arisen which is made worse by memories of delicious dinners, both recent and further in the past. I am hungry.

So why don't I just go get some food? Well, I've been thinking about that for the past 3 hours. I'm hoping I make a decision soon, sometime before I resort to eating sugar straight from the jar to keep from passing out.

Happiness

Overall, it's been a good week for me so far. And you know what made it even better? Well, lots of things, actually. But what I'm thinking of right now is Bubba's Fried Chicken. Yummy. After almost a week following my disappointing attempt to acquire it for dinner, Sunday it all came to fruition.

Random Link: And I finally got to see Regina Spektor live. And she was as weirdly delightful as expected.

I don't snow what you're talking about

Ok, I love this guy's videos. Completely random, pretty damn funny. Enjoy, and I highly recommend you look at some of his other available works.

Rules for Life by Celia Cruz

Anyone who talks to me long enough will eventually learn, at least in passing, that I love Celia Cruz. She was a wonderful songstress and quite a character; I still lament that I never had a chance to hear her perform live.

Her songs, besides being great fun to listen and dance to, also had advice for living life with gusto and ignoring naysayers and critics who speak out of spite. Her lyrics are fun to listen to, and even more fun to translate into English. Sometimes, though, I don't understand her slang terms.

She also loved sugar, with her catchphrase being, "Azucar!" Damn, she was cool. She died in 2003, and over 400,000 people came to pay their respects.

Hay Que Empezar Otra Vez or, in English, We Need to Try Again, translates into something like the following.

We need to try again,
what's done is done.
If you are weeping, suffering because of a love that abandoned you,
likely it's because God is clearing the way for something better.
The person who says they give up because life is cruel,
perhaps it's because they don't understand the great value of friendship.

The people who always envy, and criticize without cause,
they need to wake up or they will end up very alone.
And he who makes empty promises to rise up in the world,
he needs to learn that he doesn't fool anyone and will sink himself in lies.

Living in a foul mood gets you nowhere, change that scowling face.
Don't believe that money buys you happiness,
too many have everything and end up alone.

Live your life fully, we don't know when we'll go.
Smile, show the world your joy, or we'll need to get a surgery to fix that face of yours.
Don't let a situation bother you, smile and walk away.
Don't vex yourself over nothing.

Watch this video long enough, and you will see people doing the trademark Peralta dance move, "One hand on stomach, one in air." The song she's singing is great, because near the end, they basically tell a list of people that suck to get the hell out. Fuera!

I want to go dancing, now...

Divided between two worlds

The day had dragged since it began. Countless errands and minor tasks were dutifully ignored in favor of reading another compilation of Neil Gaiman short stories and a few rounds of sudoku. However, a bowl of Kashi cereal can only go so far. An omelette? Perhaps, except impossible secondary to a distressing lack of cheese. Eventually, I would have to leave the apartment and find some food.

"Eventually" translated into several hours later, when even that questionable chocolate pudding (it should probably be thrown out... later) started to look appetizing. Walking downstairs to my car, I began to muse over the possibilities for dinner. A burger and soup at the Angry Dog? Tasty, but not right now. Perhaps a green lamb curry? Nah, still annoyed that someone stole my phone the last time I had it. Sushi? Too expensive, I'm too hungry right now (there's always a tendency to order more than I can actually eat). Fried oysters? No. Fried chicken? Hmmm. Bubba's isn't too far, and they have delicious rolls as well.

I love good fried chicken. The delightful batter that you crunch through, the juicy flesh beneath. The wonderful aroma, the ever present mashed potatoes and gravy piled alongside. The decision made, I hopped into my beloved blue hatchback and drove toward my destination. Or at least tried to. Where the hell did all these cars come from, and why are they in my way? Even all my non-highway options were overrun by morons. The hunger was making it even worse. Screw this. I turned around and began to head to the south, toward one of the many hispanic enclaves located here in Dallas, and towards pollo asado.

Pollo asado. Exact recipes vary, but usually the bird is marinated in either vinegar or lime juice combined with cumin, chile powders, etc. The chicken is then cooked on a grill, sometimes rotisseried. Ah, delicious. Somewhat healthful, too. No deep oil bath, no batter, just crispy skin embracing the scrumptious morsels within, accompanied with some warm corn tortillas, salsa selected with your heat tolerance in mind, and maybe some beans and rice. Even better, no traffic.

The Swear Jar

What business wouldn't benefit from one of these?

Mind link

I read this guy's comic everyday, and often I find a scene illustrated that has played out in my own head on many an occasion. Seriously. This exact scene occurred two weeks ago, minus the ipod. Either he's my twin, or this is a more common paranoia then I had ever imagined. Or maybe we're both just really big dorks, that could be it, too.