It is What it Is

This weekend that just past, well I gotta admit.  It has to be the best weekend that I've had in a very long time.  I got to do everything that I always love.  I got great food, great company, and great drinking.  No lie, enjoyed my polish food.  Quite delicious, blood sausage and tripe soup, get the hell out of here, where do you get that kind of stuff...okay yes you can get it at a lot of places but, New Wave, and Syrenka didn't play around and it was no lie.

There was something that got my juices running this weekend.  Dave asked me, why don't I be a food critic.  At the time, the only answer I could think of was, what right do I have to judge other people's cooking?  I always believe that if I wanna judge I will, but on my own personal experience, that's why I have that food journal everyone brought me.  Then Jay said, "But I wanna give my thoughts on a restaurant and make sure everyone get the best idea of a restaurant from my experience."  Of course I thought that was a great way to think it.  That's extremely nice of Posef, however my thought is...what if someone doesn't think my taste of food is the same as theirs.  Do I have that right?  No, I don't, especially if I don't like a place.  Maybe it's because I was in the game for so long, maybe it's because I know that any restaurant, no matter how good or bad, no one wants their restaurant to be bashed.  A lot of blood, sweat, and tears go into the biz, I got no right to review someone that has put their all into a place, or recipe.  I could bash a lot of places, of eaten a lot of different foods, but no.  I have no right, and that's why I'm not a food critic.

As you may or may not know, my life has been pretty hectic and stressful.  I've worked over 11-12 hour days for the last 2 months, and well last week has pushed me to my limit.  I'm at a point where, well fuck it.  I just don't care.  Whatever is going to happen, happens at this point.  However I know one thing that will always calm my nerves, and I know one thing that I love doing most.  I enjoy being in the kitchen, whether it's cutting, cooking, and prepping, I love it all.  This weekend, I wanted to make something that I haven't made in a while, and well, beef stroganoff seemed like a great meal to make.  I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I thought a pretty epic job was done with the dinner last night for the family.  Three hour dish, with egg noodles and some sweet peas for a twist of taste.  I thought a good job was done.  Yes, a good job was done.

Well, that's my rant for tonight, there's something I've been thinking about for quite some time, however I'll discuss that tomorrow.  For now, I'm going to imagine that stew of steak, creamy savory gravy, with my mirepoix of onions, carrots...and mushrooms?  Yup.

I may have placed this video up before, but it's this thought.  I just wanted to say how lucky the guy is whoever is engaged to Kina.  Lucky bastard.  Enjoy. 

Why Even Bother?

As you may or may not know, I've been playing a shit ton of BattleField 3 with George.  However the other night, I was online by myself, shooting up the screens running around and just plain old doing my thing.  However about I don't know maybe 20 or 30 minutes in, a player joined and started ripping my team apart.  I just thought...uh okay, this guys is just really good.  After about his 20th kill on me, I finally said, "Da Fudge?!"  Looked up his score, and yeah, he was about 33 to 0 in his kill/death ratio.  No fucking way, I tell myself.  However, whatever, I go on and continue playing.  I finally catch this guy in an open field with about 5 other teammates, and they are swarming him, he picks 2 off, and the other guys are just blasting away at him, but he's not going down.  I finally reach him from behind, and I try stabbing him with the one hit kill...no avail.  Yup this guy was using hacks...boo.  Lo and behold, admin caught wind, guy gets kicked, our team catches up from 125 to 68 ticket count and win the game.  

Needless to say it was a good night, but this got me thinking back to my Counter-Strike days.  What is the infatuation at cheating in a video game?  I don't get it?  Don't you want a steady field, don't you want to beat a squad fair and square?  I don't get it.  You know what grinds my gears?  Hackers.  You take the time out, go all god, and kill everyone in your way without one iota of a challenge?  Tell me...WHYYYYYY????!!!!  You do realize Mr. Hacker, you're not impressing anybody.  Doucher...you know what's more impressive, taking two squads out single-handily.  It feels good, try it, you'll be a hero then.  So that really just grinds my gears.  

You know what else grinds my gears?  The future, and the way some people don't tell you what's going to happen, but give you a glimpse of it.  I'm not going to say anything yet, however if you know me personally, then you know what's going on.  If I didn't have a goldfish, then why would I have the bowl Bart?  Why would I have the bowl?!!!  Le sigh, and the work continues, and it's time to move on and find something else.  I don't know what, just something.  

Been re-reading the captain's log lately, Dave, George and I are some funny as shit people.  Every time I read it, the more and more I think we can write our own movie script.  Watching a few WongFu production movies, that's that youtube thing I posted the other night, and I think seriously believe it's doable.  I kinda want a consensus between the group before I do this, I know this was Jay's thing and all, however I feel like I can definitely write a romantic-comedy easily with my group of friends.  Wishful thinking, maybe, but I still believe it can be done.  I got lots more things to say, however for tonight, I am kinda tired after this long day, and feel tomorrow's blog will be a good one as well.  However for tonight, be good everyone, and enjoy the new Kina cover.  She's pretty awesome, and Fleet Foxes isn't so bad either.