3-30-08 Detoxing the Jedi Way

As an experiment (and sort of a goof) a friend of mine purchased a set of "Kinoki" pads after seeing the commercial on TV. They are these pads that one wears on one's feet while sleeping that are supposedly able to draw toxins out and "detoxify" a person, and after he wore them last night, they indeed were filthy black and smelled vaguely (strongly) of barbecue sauce.

We joked that he might be gaining Jedi powers as a result of his dalliance with detoxification, to the point where he might be able to lift an x-wing out of a swamp, to which he replied, "Man, I'm gonna be so powerful, I'll be able to lift the swamp out of the x-wing."

"In fact," he continued, "George Lucas was gonna name the character Obi Wan Kinoki, but he didn't want to give away the Jedi secret."

12-27-07 Mexican or Mexican't?

On my last day in Arizona, my father asks me what I'd like to eat, and I of course answer Mexican food. As good as the food is in New York, there is nothing like authentic Mexican food in Arizona, and I really want to get a taste of it before I head back to where I: a) have to pay for my own meals, and b) find "Mexican" restaurants are mostly run by Chinese.

My sister orders a combination platter with rice and beans, but she doesn't want her rice, so she offers it to me.

"You don't like Mexican rice?" I ask, "What are you, some kind of rice-ist?"