Renegade Folk Hero

Tomorrow I’ll be moving to my new apartment in San Pedro Square. My dad is coming by with his truck to haul my stuff. So today, I’m at task clearing the large items to move like my TV and my desk. I moved my TV and the base unit to the front room by myself. So heavy… The TV alone is like 130Lbs, never mind the 60Lbs base unit. I had to slide the whole thing as one because there’s no way I could lift the TV off the base unit myself. I’m kind of anxious, but I guess that’s normal.

Went to Chevy’s with my mom just for kicks. Had what I always have: Steak Fajitas. I never order anything else from Chevy’s. Don’t know why. Just goes that way.
 
Chevy’s

To celebrate the 1.2 launch Sam from marketing treated us to lunch at Chelokababi. Mahmoud suggested this persian place. He says it’s been around since 1979. Over all, the experience was quite nice. The Soltani was pretty good, the basmati rice was excellent. Even the wine was ok. Probably the most outstanding part of the place was the decor. We ate in the back banquet room. For the prices of the meals, the furnishings and design of the place was just gorgeous. The restroom was the finest public restroom I have ever seen. Ever. As my first experience at a Persian restaurant, I must admit I was impressed. Good times.

 
Chelokababi

My mom treated me to Pasta Pomodoro this evening. I had their Spaghetti alla Chittara. Apparently Thundercats make good spaghetti noodles. The sauce on the other hand was only so-so. Still a pretty good value.

 
Pasta Pomodoro

I got not one, but three fortunes in my cookie today! Though, I’m pretty sure two of these weren’t for me. I can only imagine two other poor fools out there with no fortunes in their cookies.

You are a bundle of energy, always on the go.
    You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

You are heading for a land of sunshine.
    Um, no. This is California. I’m already there.

You will enjoy good health, you will be surrounded by luxury.
    Of course, pessimism dictates that “good health” will be temporary (I’ll enjoy the contrast to my failing health though) and that the luxury I will be surrounded with won’t belong to me.

The ambiguity is delicious. Too bad I don’t ever eat the cookies.

 

 

 

 
One of these days I’m gonna open a fortune cookie factory, and inside every cookie will be a fortune that reads “You are going to die.” I’ll market the cookies as “100% accurate fortunes every time,” and make millions.