The House of Random Crap
A clearinghouse for my crazed, deviant, trivial, irreverant & occasionally reflective thoughts.

Wednesday, September 17, 2003  

I found this article particularly interesting, since I lost money on the slots in Vegas (more on that soon, I promise!).

posted by someone bearing a striking resemblance to Paul | 3:24 PM |

Hate your job? It could be worse: Popular Science's Worst Jobs in Science

posted by someone bearing a striking resemblance to Paul | 3:17 PM |

Sunday, September 14, 2003  

I am positively wiped out. It was one of those kind of weekends where you don't think a whole lot has happened, but it goes by and you realize how tired you are.

I got a call on Friday morning from Pathom, my business school roommate (and the MC at Nicha and my wedding). He apologizes for contacting me at the last minute, but he's an instructor for a part-time MBA class that meets on Saturday mornings, and he needs guest speakers to discuss value creation in mergers & acquisitions. Greaaaat. Less than 24 hours to come up with enough materials for a 1-hour lecture (I would be one of three guest speakers for the 3 hour class, the other two guest speakers also being friends from Kellogg). I was pretty happy with both my materials (which I had put together from scrath and completed at 2 am, just 7 hours before the class would begin) and how the lecture went. I really do enjoy teaching, and wouldn't mind teaching a class of my own.

Afterwards, I had lunch with Jim and Nicole, the other guest speakers. It was always nice to hang out with Nicole, which I don't get to do often enough, and it gave Jim and I a chance to discuss business, since it is with his investment banking boutique that I am currently in discussion with about joining. From what Jim told me, it looks almost certain that I'll be getting an offer, in which case it will be absolutely certain I be joining.

Last night and this morning, Nicha and I finished watching season 2 of 24, which was even better then the 1st season. Kiefer Sutherland's Jack Bauer is an even bigger badass than before, and this season is grimmer, more vicious, and more action-packed then the 1st. I can't say enough about this show; I was hooked since I got the season 1 DVD in Hong Kong, and season 2 only solidifies this show as one of my absolute favorite series of all time.

We spent the rest of the morning and the early part of the afternoon doing housework, which I think is the main reason why I'm so tired. We then watched the 2 Jackass DVDs I bought while in the states. Funny shit. I really enjoyed the movie, so when I spotted these DVDs in Tower Records, I knew I had to have them. I was not disappointed. Seeing Johnny Knoxville take a sledgehammer to his cup-protected gonads and Knoxville and Steve-O playing "butts-up" with a bunch of orange-chucking jai alai players was well worth the price of the DVDs =).

I was hoping to finally get around to talking about my vacation, but I'm sleepy, so I'll have to get to it later. Nighty night...

posted by someone bearing a striking resemblance to Paul | 10:24 PM |

Saturday, September 13, 2003  

Anyone who has spent any amount of time in Thailand is familiar with the ubiquitous little sandy-colored lizards known by the locals as jing-johk. Being a tropical country, Thailand is infested with mosquitos, whose populations is kept in check by these jing-johk, one of the main predators. Well anyone who knows me well knows that I hate amphibious-type creatures like lizards and frogs, so even being in close proximity with these jing-johks gives me the willies. I joke that I must the the Lizard Daddy or Lizard King, because when I was living in a studio back in my pre-MBA days, baby jing-johks would always find their way into my apartment.

Anyways, last night as I stepped out of my apartment to take the trash to the trash chute, I felt something fall onto my head (the best description I could give to the sensation would be if an inhumanly large bird crapped on my head). I bobbed my head forward in surprise and, to my eternal shock and horror, a jing-johk flopped to the ground and scurried off. I cannot even recall the type of yelp I let out or how far I jumped back, but I do remember shivering in absolute disgust and turning back into the apartment, telling Nicha to take out the trash because I refused to venture outside. I was utterly freaked out, pissed off, and high strung after that. I hate lizards! At least Nicha (and now her folks) are getting a good laugh...

posted by someone bearing a striking resemblance to Paul | 6:07 PM |

Saturday, September 06, 2003  

I'll post a blog about our vacation in the next few days. In the meantime, if you were forced to shag either either Rosie O'Donnell or Boy George, who would you pick?

posted by someone bearing a striking resemblance to Paul | 12:14 PM |
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