Walking Dead’s Glenn episode ftw

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Episode six of Walking Dead season 2 was probably the best episode evar.  Dating back to episode four, I’m ecstatic to see that my Atlanta-based, Korean-American boy, Glenn, is getting some significant character development and face time this season.  Furthermore, my heart and my fandom rejoices for the character, when he gets to have some post-zombie apocalyptic spontaneous sex action with the hot farmer’s daughter, Maggie.

This makes me happy in a myriad of ways:

  • Stephen Yeun playing Glenn is fantastically awesome.  Lauren Cohan playing Maggie is ridiculously hot.
  • It’s always been perceived as kind of taboo to have Asian people actually getting any makeout scenes with non-Asian people.  More so for Asian guys than Asian women.  And even more so for television than in movies.  It took forever for physical affection between interracial pairings to be portrayed in movies, and even longer for it to make it to television.  What I’m trying to say is that this kind of pairing, on cable television, feels like somewhat of an evolution of tolerance and acceptance of this kind of occurrence actually getting to happen.
  • Subsequently, mentally I’m thinking “fuck yeah Glenn, way to score with the hot farmer’s daughter!” which is kind of like living vicariously through a potential fantasy.
  • The Glenn character is getting some much deserved spotlight, and is a refreshing reprieve from ambiguous pregnancy, eventual heel turn and angsty gun-hungry cunt.  He wasn’t just the greaseman for once and was actually getting some lines, action, and a chance to portray a hero and a friend.

But mostly, I’m really just crushing hard on the Maggie character.  I will not look forward to the “mid-season break” that the show will embark on after Sunday, although I understand why it’s being done.  At least the wait won’t be that long, and that they’re not pulling the Sopranos bullshit, of not really letting anyone know when any new episodes would air at all.

What kind of coffee machines cost over $4,000?

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So in preparation for Thanksgiving and the subsequent tradition of utilizing odd hours of the night or morning to hope to get some good deals on already overpriced luxuries, I’ve been doing a lot of sniffing around on Black Friday websites, making a list of things that I’d like to attempt to acquire.  One of those things is a Keurig coffee maker, since I like coffee.

Upon looking through one well-known retailer’s circular, I couldn’t help but notice some of the pricing they claim on their regularly-priced coffee makers.  As well as the “sale” price range of these “discounted” coffee makers.  Special $5.99 – $2,520.00. Wait what?  Two thousand five hundred twenty dollars for a coffee maker?  Down from four thousand two hundred dollars?  What in the fuck coffee maker costs $4,000?

If I’m paying $4,200, there better be Colombian coffee farmers harvesting those beans fresh, crushing them by hand, and making my coffee while the hot farmer’s daughter is fellating me while the luscious scent of a fresh cup of coffee is wafting through the morning air.  Every day.

I can understand fabricating a slightly higher price to dupe the consumer into thinking they’re getting some kind of robbery of a steal, but there’s such a thing as a little too exaggerated for their own good.

Bryce Harper’s Monster Truck

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In short, the Arizona Fall League has more or less ruined me as far as live baseball experiences are concerned.  Parking is free at all these small, intimate ballparks.  There are only general admission tickets that are $7 a pop, and allow you to sit anywhere you want, including right behind home plate.  And unlike in Spring Training where there are veterans loafing it and not taking the games seriously, the Arizona Fall League is nothing but 19-25 year olds playing their hearts out, because every ounce of effort could possible get noticed and get them called up to the Majors sooner rather than later.  Baseball at it’s most pure and innocent, and frankly, most beautiful.

I also shagged five baseballs because hardly anyone is at these games, and got into one game free, because a stadium worker just didn’t really care and let us in, but it’s instances like getting to go right up to Bryce Harper’s douchy monster truck and take my picture next to it that is really awesome.

I look forward to going to Arizona again in the future, even if it’s boring as fuck outside of baseball.  At least the food is really good.

Oink Oink Arizona: Sacred Hogan’s Navajo Taco

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I’m not going to lie – the main reason why I went to this place in the first place was because it was called “Sacred Hogan.”  I know in redcorn-speak a hogan is something of a wooden cabin structure where ceremonies are held if it’s a “male hogan,” and food is made if it’s a “female hogan,” but let’s be real here.  Hogan is synonymous for one thing, and really just one thing.  Which is obviously the god damn Immortal Hulk Hogan.  And Sacred Hogan sounds just fitting as a shrine to the Sacred Hulkster himself.

But really, I’ve never really had redcorn food in my entire life, so this was as good as time as any to try some.  From the Hulkster’s sacred shrine.  In all honesty, this Navajo Taco wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, but it was far from the worst.  To give benefit of the doubt, I’m guessing my tastebuds are all sorts of fucked up and ruined by all the processed and unhealthy crap food I eat on a regular basis, so something so fresh, natural and redcorny like this Navajo taco go a little under appreciated and is construed as a little bland.  Adding some salsa helped a little bit, but overall, the flavor was a little light.  But not to say it was bad at all, because I ate it all, and I really wouldn’t do that for something I didn’t enjoy.

So in all, Hulkamania would approve of the Sacred Hogan.  Brother.

Oink Oink Arizona: The Del Ray from Torta de la Reyes

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Let’s see, cheddar, lettuce, tomato, egg, chorizo, ham, sausage, and pork.  The Del Ray.

Getting to Torta de la Reyes involves driving down a sketchy stretch of a redcorn road called Indian School Road, where you have to pass like 20 redcorn businesses, several sketchy strip joints, chop shops, and imigracion offices, but this sandwich made it worth it.  The entire place was entirely Mexican, but nobody seemed to notice white boy and chino wandering in to sample some of their foods.  Our waitress even addressed us in Spanish, before I had to bust out “no habla Espanol” before she switched to English.

The ironic thing is that this restaurant’s other location had the sandwich that was twice the price, and probably twice the size of this monstrosity that I initially scoffed at not being able to get.  The best analogy for this beast of a sandwich and how it dominated both Huzzard and myself is that we both thought we could take Shredder, but instead this Krang of a sandwich kept beating our ass, and we never even got to lay eyes on Shredder when the day was over.

It was a truly delicious sandwich, but I couldn’t finish it.  Granted, we had only eaten three hours prior, but even on a hungry, empty stomach, I don’t know if I would have been able to tackle this entirely.  Not to mention the absurd side of fries.

Oink Oink Arizona: Chompie’s Jewish Sliders

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Mini Challah bread, potato pancake, moist lean brisket.  Served with brown gravy on the side.

100% fucking awesome.

It’s not that I’m deliberately trying to be politically incorrect and tasteless, but the best way to describe what happened to these Jewish sliders is that I committed a holocaust on these motherfuckers, they were that good.  If they weren’t so tasty, I’d have saved one of them, just to take back to the privacy of my bed chambers and literally, place my dick between the bun.

I am completely serious when I say that I was almost in tears when I consumed the first one.  Maybe it had to do with the fact that it had been 11 hours since my last food prior to eating these, but I swear to god I might kill a homeless person to get my hands on three more of these delectable Jewish sliders.

Photos: Arizona Fall League Roadtrip

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Alrighty, I’ve got so much fucking writing to do throughout the rest of this month, it’s not even funny.  Well, actually it kind of is, because it’s almost entirely, self-appointed!  LOLME.

Anyway, despite the fact that I’m behind pace in my Nanowrimo story, I’m still confident that I can hit the 50,000 word mark.  Even if I am taking time out of it to brog in my personal brog that I love so very dearly.  It didn’t help any causes that I spent five days out in Arizona over the last week to watch baseball and probably gain about 20 lbs.

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