Buds of Taste: The Neglected Tactile Interface

So you eat. Don't we all. But have you tried to enjoy your food after you accidentally burned your tastebuds while taste testing a food that you are preparing, which out of the pot was just too hot but you showed no restraint and took a big spoonful of it, charring that which is all and noble in your palate. And then you finish cooking and then proceed to eat, but there is just no way to tell if the food is to your looking since you already decimated the surface of your tongue with that hot BBQ poker. I embellish. Then you struggle to taste, but things just don't seem right. Everything tastes like chicken. Or burnt chicken. Not really. Everything has that same weird texture. Your tongue's depth perception is gone at this poin, and you just hope that it's epidermis will soon regenerate so you delight in food again and feed your predilection for gluttonous behavior.

Luckily for me this Thanksgiving holiday, I have managed to make it through the cooking process, scar-free, burn-free and have enjoyed my first round *Ding* of foodage. All 10000 of my tastebuds are intact for the taking as I am waiting for the chick with the Round 2 sign to waltz by so I can continue my spree of superfluous sucumming to satiate self. You know be thankful for everything you have. I mean, sure we all don't have everything, but I'm glad to be able to walk on my two feet today and breathe. My family is doing well, and we all work. So the little things in life. Be thankful. Because others aren't as fortunate as we are. To blog whenever I feel like it. Over broadband. The little things in life. So anyways, peace to all and good will to all and have a great one.

And don't eat too much. I'll probably make that same mistake again as I always do. Oops, too late. Peace.

Xbox 360 Craze Reaching Looney Tunes Proportions

Check out some hoser who paid a whopping $5100 for a new Xbox 360 system on ebay. That's just wrong isn't. What a wonderful use of that much money. I'm sure the poor orphans are rejoicing that someone can play the latest Need for Speed game online in HiDef resolution.

Check out recently completed items sorted rom highest regarding Xbox 360. People selling huge lots. Dont even know if its all legit. Dang.

Now that ALL retailers are sold out, this opportunists are rising up in the ranks. Bottom feeders.

Crazy man. crazy.

Botox, Facelift.Tummy Tuck. Eww. Lipo. Lifo. Stack. Fifo. Queue.

Man this blog looks totally different. I changed up the template, because something with it caused the sidebar to be all deformed and move to the bottom. Maybe it was time for a change. Well I might eventually switch it back, you never know. So, this is the new me. WYSIWYG. Deal.

California Here We Come, Right Back Where We Started From...

Headed to the O.C. No they really don't call it The O.C. It's Orange County. Even the mayor thought about renaming John Wayne Airport "The O.C. Airport" I don't think so went the people. If that happened then everything would be associated with The O.C., Fox's hit TV primetime dramedy. If it ever tanked, well then you'd spend millions of taxpayers dollars repainting the bloody airport. Right. It's that time again, you know. Time for that mini-vacation before the end of the year, to take it all in again, and smell the roses or whatever. Actually we have a Big Fat Asian Wedding to attend which is gonna be oh so fun! Well, you know how it is when a big family gets together, hijinks ensue. I think that's about every family out there, right? You know what I'm talking about right? Nod yes, please. Alrighty then. Maybe we'll get to hang out with the Bluths and their Arrested Development. Or go to the Bluth Frozen Banana Stand on Balboa Island. Maybe. As I blather on, please pay attention to those wonderful ads I have up now on this blog. If not for the money, it's for the funny as heck context sensitive adds that show up. Right now its about caffeine and donkeys. Or donkeys on caffeine. Crack me up.

I like the weather there in the OC, it'll be nice. Cool at night from sea breeze. Cali's cool. Eat some real Chinese good, hit Chinatown with the ol' countrymen right? So anyways, thinking about Disneyland, since actually hadn't been in like 8 years. That's a pretty long time. Or something. No I'm not one of those that boycotts Disney for whatever reason. That means you'd have to boycott ABC, and we can't watch Lost or Alias, and we can't have that now can we? I prefer to go do whatever I please, hang out and chill with the loved ones, or try anyways, get me a fully loaded fruit smoothie at Jamba Juice, hang, see some sites, eat some good food and you know, enjoy the down time. Good cuisine, thats's the plus. Oh yeah, multi-course meals. No wonder, and I thought it was my scale that was lying. That's what I like to enjoy. Some people just don't like to travel, dont want to see anything. Stay at the same place, live in the same place for years and years, of course some not by choice but by the nature of their situation. I do like to travel, and I try to go see places while I still have mobility. So many places to see, not enough time nor money. Anyways, that's the beauty of it, go somewhere have fun and then come home return to your everyday thing. Take your mind off that pain. Me, I think you don't have to live in a big big Metropolis to be happy. Smallville can just be as great.. You can always go visit the town and enjoy and then come home to your home. You know? Uh, peace.

Need. Coffee. ARRRGH. 12 Steps to Caffeine.

Hello my name is JJ and I'm a coffeeholic. Man I gotta watch myself today. Everyone that drinks coffee at work is at a user's conference, and I'm stuck here with a nice full pot of coffee I just made. ARRGH. Help I just might end up drinking the whole darn pot. With oodles and oodles of sugar and creamer I might add. Do you want coffee with that sugar? Yes please. Medium rare. Deal is, caffeine really doesn't do much. Some people get all sugar charged, I'm still like whatever. ARRGGH. Scuse me, gotta go drink. Chug-a-lug. Cheers.

DKNY: Special Product Announcement.

No, it's not Donna Karan New York, you silly designer freaks. It's DonKey New Young. My coworker Steve's mini donkey's just had a baby donkey. A Minininininini Me, if you please. A man's man. An ass's ass. A burritito if you're Mexican. I don't usually say this, but isn't it the darndest thing you ever saw in your life? It's like Santy Claus forget them G.I. Joes I asked for in my list that you checked twice. I want me a pony for Chwistmas. Er, donkey. Scratch that pink parasol off from the list too, I don't want it no mo. Uh just kidding. That's truly one of the *cough* cutest things I've ever seen. And they mow the yard too, how wonderful. Just turn them loose and let 'em graze til the cows come home. If you've got any anyways. Or even goats. Goats smell. But goat cheese is really good. It smells like goat though. That's a good guage to use when shopping for good goat cheese actually. The more it actually smells like the goat, the fresher the product is. Mmmmm cheeese...