The Web Shop
There are still a few finishing touches that need to occur (ed: like the remarkably bad purple and green logo), but the site for my freelance web design business is now available for public viewing.
Ode To Walking Tacos
Before getting to the walking taco bit, I should explain that a few months ago I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. You may be asking yourself, what the heavenly crap is that? I'm not smart enough to explain the mechanics of what the disease does to my body, but I can explain the effect it has on my life. Gluten, a protein that occurs naturally in wheat, barley, rye, and other grains (as well as unnaturally in many processed foods) is strictly verboten. I'm sure I'll post more about it in the future, but I bring it up here only to point out that I lost a lot of the foods I love to eat with this diagnosis.
I miss pizza. Katy actually prepared a gluten-free pizza earlier this week that was wonderful, but she had to spend two and a half hours in the kitched to do it. That's a far cry from picking up the phone and waiting for the doorbell to ring.
Most of the changes are like that. Food selection can no longer be spontaneous; it requires a lot of planning and forethought. There is one notably tasty exception: the walking taco.
Take a bag of corn chips. (I recommend Fritos original corn chips, but any will do.) Open the aforementioned bag. Insert taco meat. Insert shredded cheese. That's where I stop, but my wife will continue to pile on lettuce, tomato bits, and sour cream. Insert fork.
The hardest step here is browning the meat. Fortunately, that ranks very high on the list of the three cooking tasks I can do without adult supervision. (The other two are boiling pasta and putting things on a cookie sheet.) It isn't quite as convenient as picking up the phone, but it does strike a good balance between tasty, cheap, and easy.
Truth Would Be Stranger Than Fiction If It Weren’t the Same Thing
I’ll admit I was a little late getting in on this phenomenon. It wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that I saw my first episode of the television show Firefly. Within a week I had watched every episode ever made. That may sound impressive until you realize that less than a single season of episodes was ever created. It was more than enough to win me over, though. I even bought a shirt that says Joss Whedon Is My Master Now. If you don’t get that joke, but would like to, see the context.
So part of the premise of the show is that the empirical Alliance crushed a small rebellion of independents, not quite affectionately referred to as Browncoats, in honor of their wardrobe of choice. The show’s protagonist was on the losing side of that battle and still holds a bit of a grudge. In a surreal (but perhaps not entirely surprising) turn of events, fans of that fictional universe have decreed that the cancellation of the television show is a parallel to the epic battle that occurred on Firefly. (Or more accurately, in Firefly’s backstory.) They identify themselves as Browncoats and describe the network as the “Alliance”.
For my own part, I did sign the virtual petition to have a second season of the show because it truly is a phenomenal piece of entertainment and art. Of course, as in the series, this is a battle that was lost a long time ago.
In Case You Doubted That Businesses Were Targeting China As an Emerging Market
I saw this a few months ago, but just came across it again. This is a commercial for Coke and World of Warcraft. I’m not sure if they split the cost 50/50 or what, but the commercial seems to paint them both in an equally positive light. There’s also a group in the commercial which may or may not be a popular act in China. It could also just be three random actresses.
Movie posts are in chronological order. Look for July 19, 2005 to see China’s Coke/WoW Commercial.
Step Off
First and foremost, I think it’s important to stress right at the beginning of this blog that I’m not doing this for you, dear reader. The prevalence of blogs today is simply God’s way of telling me that I don’t need a predilection for unicorns and rainbows to keep a diary. (To anyone who skins their blogs with unicorns and rainbows, please accept my heartfelt apology.)
