MOMs, this is for YOU.

But others are weLcome to read this post as weLL! In fact, there’s nothing in this post that has to do with the moms except for the fact that she gets a littLe concerned and antsy whenever I don’t bLog more than once a week.

You wouLd think that she’d have better things to do than harass her youngest daughter into putting up yet another bLog post fiLLed with loveLy bits of nonsense and irrationaL data. EspeciaLLy since most of her waking hours lateLy have been spent trying to figure out how to work that new contraption everyone eLse has been caLLing the Droid.

Speaking of which…
No, this is not a pLug about the Droid, but a sigh of reLief and annoyance at myseLf for waiting this long to get a S-M-R-T phone.

If you’LL take a gander, this itty bitty ditty here was smaLL, cute and traveL-friendLy — but on the downside, it couLd onLy hoLd up to 100 text messages before shutting down, didn’t know how to connect to the internets and can drive a 20/20 person bLind with its minute screen.
PeopLe stopped sending me picture texts, because aLL they’d get back was a, “roh?”  O_o – ?

On the upside, it was smaLL, steaLth and opened up like a switch bLade.  Not that it saved me from my BrookLyn mugging 2 years ago.  –__–;;

Why is this reLevant? WeLL, hopefuLLy once I figure out the ins and outs of this confounded contraption, I’ll be more cLoseLy connected to the Twitter feed and there wiLL be less FAIL and more WIN in terms of how quickLy I get back to each and every one of youse!

Let us just pray that I get over getting creeped out by that eviL Eye of Sauron that greets me every time I turn it back on.
Creepies.

First step, getting a smart phone. Next step — the WORLD.  But in between, I wouLd very much like to get a new laptop that wiLL faiL to crash on me in the middLe of my bLog posts or get aLL amnesiac from its many past concussions — or diLLusionaL with age and not remember or recognize my camera when I try to transfer many bLog-ready photos.

Yes.  I have a fondness for run-on sentences.

Can’t heLp it. I GET TOO EXCITED.  ::waves arms::

Anyway, the moms has a bit of a point. Yes, I’ve been a bit busy deaLing with the tornado that bLew through my apartment…

…an unfortunate side effect of moving … (yes, it’s disgusting, I know.)

…and getting gussied up aLmost every night for Chego…

…but I’ve reaLized that I’ve just got to stop making excuses for myseLf and just sit down and WRITE.

Because there is a LOT to say! And announce!  Like sweet new thangs!  Like Sriracha bars! (YES.  Sriracha bars.  And they are AMAZING.)

And, hopefuLLy within the next month or so, DoubLe Chin Desserts (Beth’s newLy founded company) wiLL be offering a whimsicaL, chocoLatey cereaL-y candy bar unLike any other whimsicaL, chocoLatey candy bar you’ve ever TASTED. BUT — that’s for later this week.

FIRST, I’d like to say thank you, thank you, thank you to aLL the friends and fans who’ve been heLping us cobbLe together our sheLving buddies in the famiLy room.

In case you haven’t noticed, there are a lot of cigar boxes and text books on our sheLves at Chego. And NO, they are not to encourage you to smoke.  Or study Western European history.  They’re there to take up space.

They’re there to take up space untiL YOU ALL find some personaL knick knack or doo-hickey to keep our own knick knacks and doo-hickeys company.

Like Papi’s first LA basebaLL cap from when he started KoGi.

Or Jude AngeLini’s many mix tapes, Detroit hat and personaLLy hand-painted teaL Buddha raising the roof.

There have been a few superbLy awesome peopLe who’ve left their mark and have been adding a lot of character to the dining space.

Like this fantastic metaLLic pink dreidLe from WiLL Joseph of Viceroy.

Or this super cooL lock and key wonderfuLLy whittLed by some magicaL eLves/KoGi fans. (THANK YOU!!!  I THANK IT’S AMAZING!!!)  Who actuaLLy whittLes these days?  AWESOME PEOPLE.  That’s who!

A handcrafted papier-mâché piggLe from one very taLented 5-year-oLd, who aLso happens to take baLLet, taekwondo and soccer simuLtaneousLy.

A shout out to an oLd coLLege friend of mine Mike Tu for giving up his very last can of limited edition Buzz CoLa and to my newLy anointed lifeLong friend EmiLy Lu for bringing me a littLe something… (I don’t know how to describe it, exactLy –__–;;) from the Beijing OLympics.

Le siiiiiiiiiigh. Doesn’t he have the face of an ANGEL??? ::pinches Mike’s cheeks::

LastLy, and randomLy, I am sLowLy but sureLy poLishing off my Peruvian snacky snacks. ALL of which kick ass, btw.  (UnLike the actuaL movie Kick Ass. –__–;;  Let us hope that no one makes me watch it ever again.  In fact, let us never speak of this movie again.  I mean, dude, if you’re going to make a horribLe movie, make a HORRIBLE movie!  Don’t have it hang precipitousLy upon the edge of mediocrity and potentiaL cuLt vaLue.)

The Charada is their version of the Oreo. OnLy it’s much better, with the exception of the fact that when you make a wish and twist the cookie, the cream doesn’t stay cLeanLy on one side.

The cookie has a firm crunch and is sweet and cocoa-y without being too cLoying. Great with miLk or without. It makes me wonder if these are anywhere cLose to tasting like those mythicaL Hydrox cookies that JGoLd’s raved about.

It’s nice to eat a grocery store cookie made with reaL sugar and not HFSC.

ALso, for some reason, Peruvian Oreos are stiLL Nabisco, but made with sugar instead of HFCS (high fructose corn syrup.)  A vast improvement, despite the cream smearing on both sides thingy.  (Making wishes on Oreo cookies are very important to me!)

It’s, of course, an even deeper, darker chocoLate than the Charada. The cream itseLf does tastes much more strawberry than your average gLass of Nesquik, but it isn’t very yogurty at aLL.

It’s a strange cookie that works, regardLess. The cookie aLone tastes great dunked into miLk.  The strawberry cream tastes deLiciousLy fruity when licked off each Firestone tire-bLack disk of chocoLatey crunch.

But with their powers COMBINED… they kind of taste like the crunch berries in Cap’n Crunch’s Crunch Berries.

HEY. You’ve been warned of randomness.  WeLcome to my worLd.

Love, tacos and ricebowLs,
Aliiiiiiiiiiiiice

P.S. MUCH LOVE AND APPRECIATION PARA LA MUSICA!!!
1) Grashus, Kevin!!

I have yet to savor this dericiousLy creepy music for that Canadian MichaeL Hogan (BSG, what-what!) scary movie, but I AM WORKING ON WORKING ON IT!!!  I know!  I don’t know why it’s so hard!  I just need to pop the CD into a CD pLayer.  –__–;;
2) SLeepyhead: ^__^

(( H U G ))  Thanks so much for the birthday present!  You know I haven’t gotten a personaLized mix tape/CD since my unfortunate bout with my 1st boyf.    But I am CONVINCED that this is gonna be so much better and so much less creepy than having to sit through “If You’re Not The One” by DanieL BedingfieLd. Among other amorousLy-themed love songs of devotion.

::awkward::

Look, it’s not a bad song when your heart is 19 years oLd.

But a littLe heavy to sit through when you’re onLy 2 weeks into the reLationship. (IT SAYS THE WORD ‘WIFE’ IN IT!!! AND… AND it requests that you’re the one he DIES with.)

P.P.S. Good lord, that chorus is catchy. Who wants to sing aLong with me? ::nudges:: You know you want to. Okay? Okay.
I don’t want to run away, ♫
But I can’t take it, I don’t understand! ♪
If I wasn’t made for you, then why does my heart teLL me that I am?? ♬
Was it just me, or did anyone eLse get a freshman fLashback of Dashboard ConfessionaLs confessions of emo love and suffering?

As awkward as that CD made me feeL back then, peopLe need to bring back the mix tape!! It’s so much more thoughtfuL and fun and romanticaL than sending a cooL ringtone or attaching a coupLa mp3s to an emaiL.

P.P.P.S. Btw, WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND A CD PLAYER NOWADAYS???!