Lots of hammocking

Spending lots of time in the hammock these few days.

Have an appointment at a real estate brokerage on Monday, more on that next week, probably.

Supposed to have contractor licensing class yesterday, canceled due to black out. Ate dinner with my family instead. Another cousin attended for the first time in a long time.

He just returned from Taiwan, where he taught English for a year. He recommended I do the same. I've not seriously considered it, but if my home life continues the way that it does, I will likely give it more thought.

I finally did attend an Aikido class with my girlfriend. Found it meh. Not really the workout I was expecting, and it was a lot more effort to attend than the class was worth. Seriously, who drives an hour to attend a recreational two hour class? Not to mention getting me in was a hassle too.

Sigh. Women.




(Ninja'd this line, because Nosedot said it was mean.-_-)

Got Sick, Got Better, Got Sushi

Caught a cold. Probably from my father. Gargled lots of whiskey. Got Better. And then I went and got sushi.

I was craving it.

Still am, really.

Nosedot returned to Baltimore for her last semester at school. Sigh. Whose nose do I poke now?

Back on kettlebells again.

Friend's girlfriend's birthday over the weekend. Went to dinner at Gyu-kaku in LA.
It's no longer AYCE, and I got dripped on constantly by a leaky roof. On the other hand, I knew the waiter(Evan, from Econ. Small world.), and we got happy hour pricing for my trouble(although I was not alone, another girl, Carol, joined in my misery, somewhat.).

Went clubbing at Busby's East afterwards. Decided I had my fill of such places for the next year or two.

In other news:

Pick and pluck foam is cool, but tedious to work with.

Trouble Strikes Back!

Last year's issues make their way into this year! Suck.

Back hurts, has nothing to do with new hammock.

Went shooting, was awesome. Last hurrah for guns before gun ban?

Took part in DineLA even when I planned not to. Went to Little Next Door.
The lamb shank was good.

Stuck with kettlebells for a week, then back hurt, now doing pushups until back recovers.

Slow Down, Son

Things are calm now that I'm home.

Except for the fact that everyone is freaking out over possible gun ban and all the store shelves are empty.

Price of an AR has damn near tripled in three weeks. Goddamn Newtown.

Wouldn't putting the gun control effort into something like mental health and counseling be more effective than banning guns? It's not like guns are the reason for the shooting.

I can't even get a goddamn M1A, and it's unlikely that the Democrats will ban those.

And seriously, why the hell can't I get a Dragunov in Kalifornia?  What makes it so much more dangerous than say, a M1A?!

In other news:

Today was Day 2 of my waking up at 7:00AM to work out. Morning workouts, while more injurious than afternoon workouts, have the advantage of being more consistent. Kettlebell swings, lead me to...something. I actually don't know what I'm aiming for.

Texas again

WARNING: Whiny Rant Ahead!!! Detour at upper right hand X!

Had a pretty fine week, all things considered.

This week will be different though. I'm in El Paso now, on the way to Houston. Things need doing, I'm going to do them. Problem is, my father is in the driver's seat.

The trip will take a week. I planned for about 12 hours of lectures.

I've already sat though 4.

Something about how I go out too much, stay out too late, never do anything right(but don't lose confidence in yourself, your self-confidence is low enough! And btw, that thing you did 2 weeks ago that I said you did fine at? You actually fucked it up, but I just didn't want to tell you or you would be sad and lose confidence, so instead I'll tell you now.), and how my current girlfriend isn't suitable and how it's all his fault and he doesn't know how to talk to me because I always complain about him and so on and so forth.

And that was after he compared me to one of his business partners who he had spent about an hour and a half telling me what a useless failure he(the partner) was.

Basically, I need to:

1: Break up with my girlfriend(most important)

2: Stop fucking up everything I touch

3: Don't complain(in my day...up hill both ways...in a typhoon...)

4: No backtalk

5: If you try to move out, the taxman will eat you, right after you try eating your own unboiled boots because you couldn't afford food or gas to cook your boots on your allowance.


Simple enough. I'll get right on that. After my self-confidence gets low enough I give up on any semblance of my own life all together.

Shouldn't take too much longer.


It's really not easy being my father's son.

In other somewhat related news:

Had McDonald's twice today. Chicken nuggets both times. And bottled water. I swear I'll have a McRib before I go home.

I swear it.

Another Year Gone By

It's 2013 now.

Spent New Year's Eve playing boardgames. Yeah.

Settlers of Catan, and Pandemic. Thinking about getting Wasabi(it could be terrible, but I like sushi).

Spent Christmas at my girlfriend's house. Her twin just leased a 2013 Accord Sport(with 4 more horsepower than Vanilla!). Looks good.

Had a few days of not much to do. Feels annoying and odd.

Not getting along too well with my father these last few days. Meh.

Resolution:

Keep last year's resolution. Totally forgot about it.

Mayans frantically Christmas shopping

The so-called apocalypse didn't happen. What did happen wasn't much of a surprise.

My father has been introducing me to various acquaintances of his here in Taiwan, fishing for a woman he approves of to be my new girlfriend. Mind you, this is while I am still quite happy with my current one, despite her shortcomings(none of which I can recall, if she cares to ask, but I am quite sure exists. My father believes they are myriad and insurmountable. My opinion varies.).

On the bright side of things, I was able to play and beat Halo 4(nooo...Cortana...). Took a few pictures of random things, but most of the time in Taiwan I spent not dealing with my father's antics I spent wandering about the city. That and catching up on my reading. Lots and lots of reading.

Picked up a few paperbacks at the airport newsstand before I left the States. Heinlein mostly.

Coming back, lots of things to deal with.

As usual, stacks of paperwork, job sites to check on, supplier and contractors to update, but my real problem is:

My condo's tenants have moved out. Do I move in or do I continue to live with my parents? Practically, I would stay where I am, get new tenants, and continue to collect rent. It would also save me lots of commuting to and from work and friends.

On the other hand, I can afford to move out, and get mental relief from having to live with and work for my father/bossman at the same time. Commuting time spent would probably be made up for in lecture time saved(at least until my father discovers the convenience of the modern cellular telephone and unlimited minutes). And as much as I would enjoy driving more, I'd much prefer it over being lectured.

Privacy advantage is also a mixed bag. Sure, I could bring whatever women I wanted home, but

a) no women crawling out of the woodwork trying to get into my pants as it is(and if there are, please, let me know through the comment button below)
b) walls are not thick in a condo complex, and with my inclinations and tendencies, well, nosy neighbors and cops are a worry.

Of course, I'd have to do housework and such, but I've never shied away from work before. Cooking will probably be annoying, but laundry I can bring home, since I'd be coming home to the office near every day anyway.

Of course, the most important argument I have against moving out is my sickly mother. If I move out, and something happens, who will watch over her? My father, who is often away? I don't think so. I guess I can always sleep at home whenever I need to, since I am reluctant to leave my mother by her lonesome.

Sigh.

Maybe I should give it a try. I mean, if all else fails, I can always move back in, right?

New Suits

It's hard for someone of my build and size to find properly fitting clothes Stateside. It's one of the reasons I wear the clothes I do(the other reasons being money, comfort, and IDGAF). It's especially difficult to find suits that fit, since everything is made sized to non-Asian fatasses.

Today, I was able to rectify this lack of formal attire. Didn't even need to pay for a tailored suit. Would I have liked a bespoke suit? Yes. Would I have enjoyed paying for one? No. Do I need a bespoke suit? Not really. Will having one let me attract more women? Doubt it. Especially since I live and work at home, and really don't have anywhere to take said women to.

Taiwan is awesome, btw.

2 Years Down

I've been with my current girlfriend for two years today.

Although if my parents had it their way, there won't be a third.

Been playing Don't Starve. Lots of fun, artwork is Tim Burton-esque.

Going back to the old country this Thursday, be back in 10 days.

Hoping that there isn't an arranged  marriage waiting for me when I get there.

Playing Games

Finished Saint's Row: The Third. Mindless, violent, somewhat entertaining, but most importantly, Co-op.

Also playing Planetside 2. All agree: This must be what being an Imperial Guardsman feels like, minus Commissars.

Rained a lot this week, wasn't able to get too much done. Also, driving a lowered car in the rain is not fun.

And damned if I can remember what else I did this week.