Sightseeings

Jury Doodles...Part 1

Doodles from the jury box brought to you by

Kidney #1

Surgical Aftermath (not to scale)

If you ever want to donate a kidney, this may (or not) give you an idea of what will be done 

(head to the right)

No, it's not an old woman. It's the defense lawyer.

The only drawable object in the room

A very still expert witness

Jury Duty...

I just officially finished my first (and hopefully only) time serving jury duty. It's been two weeks of misery...just plain legal jargon filled misery. Since I was prohibited to speak or express any information or personal sentiment over the case while in trial, I can now spew all the thoughts or information I want. So over the course of the next week or so I'll be posting up the fun sketches I did while trying to stay awake.

"What's in my Fridge?" (a series)

This is the first of a new series I've decided to start. "What's in my Fridge?" is sort of a recipe log of dishes I've made out of the items left in my refrigerator. Most of these dishes will be similar, considering my tastes run closer to the blandness of Taiwanese cuisine mixed with the saltiness of American style cooking. Tonight's dish veered away from my usual fair of soy sauced laced dishes. It shall be named Chicken in Wine on Noodle.

Chicken in Wine on Noodle

Ingredients:
Chicken cutlet cut into quarters and sliced thin (1 can make 2 servings depending on your mass and daily food intake)
Spinach (a handful of leaf spinach will do, or 2/3 of a bag)
Green Peas (to each their own)
Eggs (2)
Vegetable oil (about 2 table spoons)
White Wine (about 3 table spoons)
Salt (2 quick wrist flicks of your salt cylinder)
Pepper (4 quick dashes)

Heat your wok or large pan and pour in your oil. Since you are cooking chicken, it's best to have it at a mid heat. Throw your chicken in and spread around evenly in the wok. Immediately pour in the wine, stir about and let the chicken simmer.

As the chicken simmers, turn over at an even pace. After one minute of simmer, add in your pepper. I said four dashes, but it's really enough to cover all the chicken you have. Once the pepper has been added, do another few turns of the chicken.

Get your bundle of spinach that you've washed and let sit to dry and add in the first half and stir about. Once that handful starts to whither, add the rest and stir in. As it all begins to stir together, add the salt.

Keep turning the chicken and stirring the spinach, as it all starts to come together add in the green peas and keep stirring.

Mix your two eggs in a bowl. Turn your heat to a lower temperature. Pour the eggs over the entire portion in your pan. Mix slowly and let the eggs marinate over the chicken and spinach. Turn off the heat and continue to toss and stir.

Now you may notice that noodles are included in the title. It is what I chose to use as my compliment as opposed to rice. I cooked a pot of noodles with a dash of salt and also fish balls.

Once both are completed, you take the chicken and veggies and put over the noodles and fish balls. The end. Now eat!

Insomnia Tourettes

Insomnia is the inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness...

Now I can sleep, don't get me wrong. I just can't seem to sleep at the appropriate time. I come from a family of late sleepers. Our family parties last well into the AM, especially family birthdays. While cake usually marks the near end of festivities; we don't have cake until about 1 AM.

When I do sleep, I can sleep for hours. Ask anyone who knows me. You can even ask the kids that sat next to me in class during high school. I fall asleep all the time. But when it's time for bed, I couldn't be more awake. I have tried to go to sleep at a decent hour but my body seems to think I'm taking a nap and two, three hours later I'm up like it's nobody's business.

I have had a lot of time off recently so my late sleeping habits have only gotten later to the point where I might as well be a night watchman. Large amounts of that time is spent doing online searches: jobs, news, entertainment, miscellaneous answers to miscellaneous questions, Facebook. It also doesn't help that the two cousins I am closest too are also incredibly late sleepers and we will chat until one of us finally gets tired. This greatly affects my daytime activities. This past long weekend, I spent two days napping despite waking up at 1 pm.

This frustrating phenomena is happening at this very moment. I fell asleep reading around midnight only to wake not even two hours later. While I lay awake, I hear my gchat alert sound and just couldn't resist responding. Now it is 4 AM and I am trying to make myself sleepy by writing this latest post, hoping grammar and spelling will cause some sleepiness. So far, it has only made me realize what a poor writer I am at 4 AM in the morning.

My eyes are tired, my brain is tired, but my body feels like dancing...but I do not want to see the sunrise so I will now attempt another try at this sleep on demand. Wish me luck.

Ode to Pie

Oh pie maker Oh pie maker
how hath thy broken my heart
A weekly affair
unceremoniously torn apart

Oh pie maker Oh pie maker
so unfair was your fate
How the need for cheap
had defeated the need to create

Oh pie maker Oh pie maker
so colorful and clever!
Now dead will stay dead
tv imagination will never be better

Domestic Disturbia

Domestic disturbances are just that: disturbances...It is currently 12:37 am and I am trying to get my ass to bed. About half an hour ago I heard a low male voice shouting from two floors above. It slowly made its way down the stairs and past my door. From the loud spurts of rage, I deduced that he wanted the woman to pack up the kids and leave with him, but apparently that was not happening. This predicament was causing him distress and bitterness. Therefore causing him to wake up the rest of the building on his way down. Being the curiously nosy person I am deep inside, my ears perked up to listen for the back story, but the rants were laced with so many varied uses of the word "Fuck" that there wasn't much info I could gather.

He continued the rant outside inviting the building next door to also listen in on his dispute. During this, somewhere on the street a very annoying beeping was occurring. Not the car alarm kind that is just gruesomely irritating when you are trying to catch Z's, but a straight up beeping that sounded like someone was just blasting short bursts into a trumpet repeatedly. Every once in a while the beep would falter and come back as if the person needed to take a breath. Currently the guy is no longer shouting but continuing his "fucking" complaints in a regular speaking voice which I can still hear from my closed window. Let's hope he gets tired or laryngitis cause I need to sleep.

Since it is Summer, it is officially also Reggaeton Season across the street.

Let the disturbia begin!