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| Jamba JuiceA few days ago, a friend and I went to go grab smoothies. cashier: Hi, welcome to Jamba Juice, what would you like?
me: berry fulfilling, original, fiber boost
cashier: and your name?
me: Victor
Next up, my friend Jay goes to order.
cashier: Hi, welcome to Jamba Juice, what would you like?
Jay: original matcha green tea blast with energy
Those of you familiar with Jamba know what happens next. You wait for them to make your smoothie and then they call out your name. A few minutes later, they called out "Victor!" and I went to go grab my smoothie. Jay: hey, I just realized that I don't think they asked me for my name
me: what do you mean? they must have. otherwise, how would they know who the smoothie is for?
Jay: I don't know, but I'm pretty sure they didn't ask.
Jamba worker: Inigo! *pause* matcha green tea blast for Inigo?!
Jay: Oh! that's mine.
And then it all made sense. the picture below is a closeup of the t-shirt Jay was wearing that day. 
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| I mean who does that... really?So we're at a Vegas buffet, and as usual, we've all overeaten. Once we've reached this state, there are various ways to deal with the situation. Some people will go back for plate #5 because they want to get their money's worth. Others have the discipline to stop eating when they're full. Yet others will suddenly experience a wave of guilt as they realize they've eaten more food than an entire village. All of these reactions I am familiar with. However, this past weekend, I witnessed another reaction. 
Yes, what you are seeing in this picture is salt being poured on perfectly good dessert. I was absolutely shocked; why would anyone do such a thing? Apparently pouring salt on a dessert makes it unpalatable, and thus easier to stop eating. I know... really strange right? | | |
| important cereal PSAToday I have an entry on Frosted Flakes - you know what I'm talking about, that wonderfully candy-sweet cereal we all ate as kids. Nowadays in this increasingly health conscious era, we have several varieties to choose from. So my coworkers and I each brought forth a contestant to see which is best. From left to right, we have 1) the original kellogg's tony the tiger, 2) their reduced sugar version, and 3) the Whole Foods version.  After our extensive taste tests, we concluded that there's nothing better than the original. You just can't beat that happy ending of slurping down the leftover sugar-milk. The reduced sugar version, while retaining the same flake as the original, just left you with a feeling of emptiness. The Whole Foods version was interesting... it actually didn't really resemble Tony the Tiger's flakes at all. The flake was heartier, and the sugar was different. However, here's the surprising discovery: The Whole Foods version actually tastes very much like that other cereal we all loved as kids, Cap'n Crunch! | | |
| lost in translation - the "OR" conceptyou know how in English, you can emphasize the word 'OR' to show that the first idea is utterly ridiculous? Here's an example:
person 1, "hey, let's go to the library and read up on the latest happenings in nuclear physics"
person 2, "hm... OR, let's go drinking at Joe's pub and watch the game."
So this past week, I got into a heated discussion with my parents about something, and I threw in the "OR" because i thought the other point of view was ridiculous. I found out that the "OR" (huo zhe) concept doesn't translate so well in Mandarin. go ahead and try it out in a different language - it doesn't work.
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| fried chicken and the NBA
1. I went to my first Golden State Warriors game last week. Yes, I had lived in the bay area most of my life but I managed to never catch a Warriors game. It was quite the fun game as they whooped on the Rockets, but that wasn't the best part. The best part was when the mascot started running through the stands handing out buckets of KFC! I didn't get one, but man... that makes me want to go back. 2. It happened again. 6 months ago, I was stopped at airport security (see my previous post: http://www.xanga.com/vnee/591277053/item.html) because of a Bible. I've since given that Bible away, and this time, was carrying a different one. And I got stopped... AGAIN. It's good that TSA is so vigilent these days, oh wait... I forgot to take out my pocket knife once, and they managed to not detect that. | | |
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