Over-thinker. Easily distracted by shiny things. Oooh. Shiny.
Thanks everyone for putting up with my Motte spam today! I probably have a few more video snippets and maybe a couple of pics I’ll upload later but honestly I was mostly enjoying the show, y’know?
Right now I’m going to eat my late-night snack and fall asleep to hotel tv. Tomorrow I fly back home – back to real life where there is no GD and thousands of happy VIPs. *cries*
I’m super glad I went to the concert – no regrets! Best birthday I’ve had in years! ^_^
I don’t eat ramen very often, but I always seem to have some on hand just because I can’t resist trying whatever is on sale. I’ve taken to having some packs of ramen on hand at work for whenever I’m hungry and didn’t bring a lunch and don’t want to spend money.
Today I made the ramen without thinking about it, just noting I took the last one out of my locker and I’ll have to bring more in later.
Since I’m an expert at making packaged ramen in the microwave and not picky about my flavors, I didn’t bother to read the packaging except noting that any packaging with red in it means spicy. I think my brain assumed it would be like my go-to fave Shin “Gourmet Spicy Picante” which is a spicy but a heat I tolerate and even enjoy.
Which is why I was bewildered as I started to tear up from the skin tingling heat as I ate my lunch. Did I suddenly lose my ability to eat spicy things? Why am I crying? Why is my nose running? Why can I no longer feel my lips?
What I didn’t realize was that I’d carelessly been slurping down the infamous Paldo Teumsae ramen. Now, it’s not the spiciest (would I even survive the Fire Noodle challenge?) but holy heck this is one bowl of spicy noodles.
It took about a half-hour for the lip-tingle and tears to evaporate, and honestly I’ve mostly forgotten about how spicy my lunch was – except when I realize why I have such a strong and inexplicable craving for the cold milk goodness of a bowl of ice cream.
So, random story time (and so sorry y’all because I’ve been so chatty today but that’s what happens when I have a lazy, solo “no plans” day – I’m online a lot more):
I’ve been happily out-of-touch with most things US political while on holiday, although a few things have crossed my dash when I’ve been scrolling and I’ve noted a little bit on the news as I flip through channels. But honestly the presidential race has not been at the forefront of my mind except for a brief conversation from someone who lives in SF and vows to move to Canada if the cheeto-in-a-wig wins.
Anyway, a couple of nights ago, I had a very vivid dream of being at a political rally for Hilary, but it was a friendly, casual affair. Think large church pot-luck. Bouncy castles for the kids and big marquee tents selling delicious, homemade food and just a happy, relaxed atmosphere in general.
But as I was waiting in line to get my meal (and where I was thrilled that Hilary’s camp was handing out recipe cards for the food made and served by grandmothers of various ethnic backgrounds – y’know that one dish that makes you think of home? – as a way to support and encourage the elder woman’s importance in the household), the douchebro behind me was whining that this huge plate of lasagna (including salad and garlic bread and dessert!)was going to cost $7 which was just way too expensive.
And I was like, “Are you kidding me? That’s a bargain! Especially for what you get plus the extra ingredient of TLC from the Nana who made it!”
But the douchebro was all “Well Trump was selling hotdogs for 50 cents at his rally and I’m going to vote for him because it was cheaper.”
And I was just like… “Really????? You’re going to vote for someone who probably bought the cheapest hotdog possible, made with who knows what, just because it cost less than a heaping plate of delicious, authentic, carefully and lovingly prepared meal?”
The douchebro was just like, “Yeah, it just makes economic sense.” Implying that I’m the idiot for getting excited about the food I was about to enjoy and spend way too much money on.
I was speechless for a moment, then tried to point out the hypocrisy of him standing in line at a Hilary rally to get food that he’s already decided won’t be worth it, but then he says that even though it’s more than what he paid at Trump’s rally, he knows it will taste good and be a nice, filling meal.
And I was just like… ??????
Thankfully I woke up around then because I was sure this was going to escalate into an argument that would raise my blood pressure, even while sleeping. But I thought it was interesting how my unconscious brain has parsed the election and what the various supporters are like and what they believe in.
I only skim comments when I see them pop up in my email in order to make sure everyone is playing nice and not spoiling anything, but this suddenly brightened up my awful day:
thank you for your recaps of dramas that are not those wildly popular fangirl sort
Thank you, random DB user, for noticing my love of the underrated and overlooked.
Workmate is embarrassed she’s not wearing matching socks and didn’t notice until she was at work.
I am currently sporting one Big Bang sock (TOP) and one SHINee sock (Onew). This is normal for me.
At work we were arguing what would have been put on Stitch’s adoption paperwork and finally decided that it’d have to be “French Bulldog mix.”
If anyone’s wondering why my kdrama watching has slowed to a crawl, it’s because DMF is so incredibly deep and beautiful and heartbreaking and wonderful that I have no energy left to tackle anything that requires thought and the things that don’t require thought are irritatingly shallow after watching DMF. It’s a regrettable catch-22 except I still come out the winner because of the hours spent on DMF.
We have a doggeh here who bleats like a goat.
It never fails to make me laugh.
Last night after work I got some shrimp spring rolls for dinner but then I fell asleep before I could eat them (it was a long day!). I also forgot to put them in the fridge and I woke up this morning SO ANGRY at myself because I just wasted money on a delicious meal that was now headed to the trash.
So tonight I was like, “heck yeah! I’mma get me some spring rolls and ACTUALLY EAT THEM this time!” Because spring rolls are hella tasty.
Except because I get off work so late I’m left with whatever is still available, and tonight there were NO SPRING ROLLS.
It’s been a very tragic Friday the 13th.
But hey, at least I don’t have food poisoning!
LP made an innocuous tweet about how Minhyuk looks like such a man now (instead of a squishy cute puppy like usual) and I’ve been flooding her with those High Cut pics (and pecs, heh). I’m such a good friend.
The Obsessive Dilettante 