Monday, August 29, 2011

Pre-Flight Q&A

I don't know where to start. I've never really written about myself before. I don't know how to do it. If it's medical marijuana cooperatives or flailing Ohio congressmen or terrible children's movies you're looking for, I'm your man. But me? Color me clueless.

Well, since this blog is supposed to chronicle me and my trip, I decided it's best to just hit the ground running, because running is good for your lungs, and lungs are used in talking—about yourself. Sort of like writing about yourself, but with more sneezing, probably. So, I sat down with myself for a brief Q&A to break the ice and get the synapses firing and the pixels flowing as this Great Experiment begins. 

What did you have for breakfast today?

A piece of toast, an egg, an apple, and a coffee. It was kind of late for breakfast—more of a brunch, really.

Wow! That sounds delicious—just like something I would eat for breakfast/brunch. 

Really? That's amazing! But I didn't tell you the full story. I actually carved a hole in the middle of the slice of bread and put the egg inside, then toasted it in a frying pan. I've heard it called "Egg in a Hole" in certain culinary circles.

Oh, yes. Egg in a Hole is one of my favorite things to eat for breakfast. And yes, that is definitely the correct term for it. Don't let anybody try to tell you it's called "Egg in a Basket" or whatever.

Seriously. Those people are kooks.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Why Live in the Pacific Northwest?

This is why.

I'm looking at you, Saturday.

Yeah, it rains a lot here the rest of the year, clouds, blah blah blah. Whatever. I DON'T CARE. Right now, this place is paradise.

What is it?


It was on a $1 plate at Sushi Yama.

It was kind of sweet but kind of salty. The filling was creamy but had a chalky finish, not unlike the inside of an Oreo. The inside looked like chocolate, but it didn't taste like it at all.

Also: I'm uncomfortably full.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Salty Summer Days

As the day of departure draws nearer, I feel like I need to start marking things off my pre-flight bucket list. Strike this one: drink a Rainier on a rocky beach.



Friday, August 5, 2011

Last Days At The Office

On a day after a bunch of layoffs, we (the survivors) decided to take the elevator up to the 18th floor deck to watch the Blue Angels do some practice runs over Lake Washington.