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Got Milt?

Shiro's in Seattle is probably the best sushi in Seattle, hands down. I was there tonight with someone I had recently met and my friend, Endo, was working behind the sushi bar tonight. Towards the end of the night, we get a rather interesting looking piece, but being troopers that we are, gobbled it up.
"Endo, this is good. What is it?"
Endo struggled to come up with the right english word for it. After a moment, he pulled out an electric dictionary:
Milt.
Lets just say that it was long digested by the time I made it home to look it up myself.

My So-Called Monday Night

Middle age has reached me two years early it seems: I joined a bowling league. Run by Underdog Sports in Seattle, this league is more concerned with giving out drink tickets than 300 games. Fine by me. Made up of members of the softball team, we first came together to have an excuse to drink in the off season. The league, however has legs and we've joined again for spring. Our team, The Slick Lane Hookers, made it into the playoffs on the strength of a strong final showing, only to lose in both the first round and consolation round. Honestly, I was more concerned with rounds of beer than playoffs.

Best intentions

The plan anyway, was to post some cool hiking pics from a day I had scheduled off from work specifically for this purpose (yesterday). Weather was looking nice and John's pics of Dungeness Bay were inspiring enough to convince me to take a day off and go check things out for myself.

Instead, I was laid up at home and took a trip to the Dr's office. The diagnosis: A meniscus tear of the right knee, courtesy of a bad twist suffered on Saturday while playing basketball. I can walk, but that's about it. I got off lucky though, there is no apparent ligament damage. If the pain doesn't go away by next Wednesday, I'll get an MRI. And hiking is definately out for a while...

computers 2.0

This is what I posted last August, "its redundant to say that our daily lives have become dependant on technology. I know this - you know this - we all know this. still though, i didn't really know just how dependant until my hard drive died. two weeks and a favor later, my computer was back up and running. but the cost was severe. $100 for a new drive and all my music files wiped. well, i have my ipod right? wrong. the minute i tried to sync my ipod with my newly installed itunes player, i lost every song stored on my ipod. that's 15 gigs gone. all gone. into ether."

History is doomed to repeat itself for the ignorant. Case in point. Last night, for some reason (virus?) I had a critical little dll file called "ncobjapi" go bad, preventing me from loading up Windows. I pinged my friend Jayson and he emailed me a copy of that file, with the idea that I would put in my windows boot disk, copy the file over, and reset - hoping all would be fine. Well, that was the plan, anyway. Tonight, I put in the boot disk, not realizing that the disk I was putting in was actually an automated installation disk created by my friend...in other words, instead of a setup disk, I put in a program that automatically proceeded to reformat my partitions.

Now, I'm no computer guru, but I'm literally dangerous enough around them to do harm (hence why the techies at work all fear me)...I have been around enough to know that reformatting one's partitions is not good. However, it is also not good to stop the process while it is going. So to get to the long and short of it, I put in the wrong damned boot disk and because of it, once again, I wiped my computer.

I was lucky enough to keep my music and a backup folder of all my images (from August, at least) since after the last experience, I kept those on a seperate drive, but even so, I lost a lot of little things, like budget files, email addresses, passwords, etc. I'm even laughing myself, because of the utter stupidity of it all. Sure, some may say that this could be what I get for-um, not having my own setup disk...live and learn.

sick

I feel sick right now. Just sick. I've never had a team that I rooted for make it to the championship game and after today, I'm not sure if I want them to ever again. It feels like getting dumped...I know its weird, but its the truth. Like a stomach punch from someone you trust. I didn't know how it would feel beforehand, but I'm afraid to say that even the expectation of dissapointment isn't enough to prepare you. I don't even want to think about "next year".

Anabret is dead

One of my favorite local bands called it quits last month. I was introduced to Anabret through a friend of mine and had since made it my mission to turn as many friends as I could on to them. Sadly, they'll only exist now in mp3. And the bathroom wall of the Viceroy, where I saw this scrawled in the tile. At least I wasn't the only one in mourning.

The Blue Fever

Thanks to Amelia for the pic of my cousin's office...Nice, Jon! Go Hawks! Truthfully though after two weeks, my hypometer is officially broken, but it *is* great to see them at the big game, finally. I had someone offer me a ticket to the Superbowl, but sadly my love for the team is outweighed by my inability to pay $1800 for a ticket.