alpha whiskey hotel

Spent my day at the office trying to clean up after a spyware/spambot infestation after trying to download some software from the pirate sites…

I was hesitant to buy this, because it felt like “Strawberry Tiramisu” would be an abomination. Turns out, I was right. Don’t get it. It was horrible. I forgot to upload this picture last night and can still taste the awfulness this morning. Non Traditional Tiramisu Is Wrong[TM].

A buddy of mine lent me a Mac Mini so I could explore the world of the iPhone SDK. So far all I have been able to do is modify the example application a little bit.

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with Drink. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to Drink, “You promised me, Drink, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?” Drink replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I was pushing you to the Emergency Room in a wheelbarrow.”

The photo quality is horrible, and I had other, much better ones to share today. But, when you get to witness a little boy taking his tentative first steps, that wins Picture of the Day, hands down.

McDonald’s recently introduced the Quarter Pounder in Japan… The introduction was actually interesting enough to merit its own (coming soon) blog post, but in the mean time I have 2 questions: a) shouldn’t the Double Quarter Pounder be called the Half Pounder? and b) Since this is Japan, shouldn’t it be called the 227 Grammer?

I don’t know why I was so worried about running out of gas… After all, even though I only had 0.0L left in my 9L tank, I had plenty of fumes left in the carbuerettor to burn through…

Most public motorbike parking in Tokyo is like this… controlled by a machine that holds your bike in place — either with a bar or a chain — until you pay the money to leave. This particular machine had a bit of a bug; when I got back to the parking lot, I didn’t owe any money yet, so I had to wait around until I owed it 100 yen so I could get my bike back.

I came home this morning at 2:30 after an installation at a client took a lot longer than expected. I caught this prodigious pile of trash outside the local McDonalds; what made this pile more impressive was that it was only 3 days’ worth and it was only the combustible trash.

It’s past 11:30pm and I’m still hard at work doing a mail server installation for a client. This means that all I’ve had time to take a picture of today was THE BEST STAPLER EVER! I wish I had enough things to staple to need a 3-headed beast like this.