Jeff Stuart - Memoirs of a CPUNERD

“…who would think that a parked car would make one feel confusion, anger, pity, concern, sympathy, and then deep, biting spite?”

After parking my car, I noticed that one car was parked just in front of the store. However, it was parked in two spaces, approximately sixty-five centimeters (two feet for the metrically challenged) over the line on its left. I was both curious and mad. Why would someone park like that? Should I stick around and say something? Should someone leave a nasty gram?

I decided that it wasn’t worth my time, I obviously didn’t mind parking further away.  After I’m done shopping, I’m walking out, and I see that a subaru has actually parked to the left of the car. The Subaru was completely in the middle of its spot, which happend to be less than twelve centimeters (five inches)  from the other car, so obviously the other car could not open its driver side door. I felt a little vindicated (even though nothing had been done to me personally), and I even laughed a bit.

Then… the owner of the car actually came out and was staring blankly. I no longer felt so good, because it turns out it was an older (at least seventy) lady.  Now my thoughts turned from saying “ha ha, bastard!” to “damn, I wonder if she needs help now…” I saw her looking at the tiny gap between cars, then circling her car.

I remembered that when I arrived, both handicapped spots were taken. I figured that maybe she had an attachment to her car that helps her in. Since both handicapped spots were taken, she parked as she must to ensure she could actually get out and back in. I was almost going to go over and offer to crawl in and back out her car for her, but then… She just opens the passenger door, shimmies over, and starts her car! My thoughts then turned nasty again. What the hell was she doing parking like that?! Was she blind? Did she just feel that because she was old, she could do whatever she wanted? Jeff was not pleased…

In the end, I of course shrugged it off and just walked away. I tried getting a picture with my phone, but the quality was utter crap and you couldn’t make it out. But seriously, who would think that a parked car would make one feel confusion, anger, pity, concern, sympathy, and then deep, biting spite?

Turkey Trot

Lots of things happened this weekend. It started off with Justin, Francis and I running a 10k in the Turkey Trot. It went well. Justin and Francis were trying to do a fast pace, something more than I could handle, so I stayed back and just ran as I could. The race went really well, and even though I was being passed by people in the first half, I was able to keep going and start passing in the second half.

About two minutes before finishing the race, I actually ran into Francis. He was so beat that he could barely talk.  I finished strong, comingin at the 55:50 mark. After looking up the final results, I actually did a 55:19 and ran at an 8:59 pace. I finished in the bottom half of men my age, but I’m glad I ran it.

* Also, two funny things. First off, I was running in a workout shirt, a football jersey, and then a hoodie and a beanie. After I finished, Justin was there, and so we were talking. He asked me if I was sweating. I said I didn’t think so and took off my beanie. Apparently I was wrong because I completely doused him in sweat; it was awesome = )

* Second funny thing. As I said, I was running in three layers. I figured it was a 10k so I didn’t really need to worry about anything. Apparently I was wrong. I scraped up my nipples to the point of slight bleeding. Huzzah!

IM Finals

We lost 1-2. A pity indeed. The team we played was good in the first half, but there was no reason why we shouldn’t have won 5-2, we missed on so many chances in the second half. Oh well, everyone played awesome and, as can be the case with football, the better team doesn’t always win. But congrats to the other team, they finished undefeated, and we were the only to team to score on them in the playoffs.

Also, thanks to our fan section, especially Patrick and Omar’s friend (sorry! I never got your name…) for being there during every game.

By the way, I blame it all on you, generalfeldmarshall ; )

Justin and I just registered for the 10km run for the Turkey Trot on Saturday, November 22nd. Anyone else interested? Neither of us have ever run 10k before, but we think it could be fun. Even if you don’t want to run, then perhaps you might come to cheer us on? 09h10 on Saturday, November 22nd.

Shakeh and I got a little adventurous and decided to try our hands at some pumpkin dishes. We didn’t use a fresh pumpkin, we just used the pumpkin purée that one can buy from Safeway, and lots of sugar. Seriously, who would think that pumpkin bread and (well, this one was obvious) pie would have so much freaking sugar? Anyways, the stuff turned out great. The bread was really good, and not too sweet (despite the mound of sugar). The pie was superb, but Shakeh complained about the bottom crust being somewhat moist (it’s a freaking pie!). Maybe we should have a bake sale.

No, I didn’t actually lick the spoon. Raw eggs and pumpkin purée, not exactly an appealing option.

The “apron” was not my idea…

WTF?! How did that picture get in here?

P.S. Shakeh wished not to be portrayed here. I, like the good boyfriend I am, granted her request. Then she goes and gets a picture of me with the whip cream. Seem fair?

If anyone was in Davis this past Spring, you know that Baskin Robbin’s started charging $1.50 for their $1 scoop night (you could get a half-sized, kid’s scoop for $1 still). Shakeh and I both said that within a month, their $1 scoop night would come to a screeching halt. Behold, six months later, $1 scoop night is back to normal. I asked what happened, the worker there said that within a month they had lost 90% of their business on $1 scoop night. F*&^ing told you, bitches!