Rubber-necking at a Korean Market

Twy! Twy! Twy!

I wish I could twy the sashimi.

Fish be with you!

Better than getting leid at the Peak

All for the sake of documentation and freezing the moment in pixes. On my first attempt to reach the Mount Woodson Peak, I thought I was going to pass out. I rewarded myself by lying down on the side of the paved road to have eye level view of the sky. It felt good to be supine on the ground. Photo credit to Tina, my hiking buddy on my first ascent to Mount Woodson.

Maybe it has something to do with the caption that went along with the posting of the photo taken by Xing at Morena Butte. Getting to the peak of the top butte along a southern Pacific Crest Trail is an extreme feat to this slowpoke. Rewarding one's self and describing to friends how it felt to be on top of the top butte was just as innocent.

The umbrella guy who held his sun block all the way to the summits of Mother Miguel and San Miguel Mountains did not mind how odd he must have looked to fellow hikers. I handed Xing my cell phone for a better than getting leid feeling photo. I was not aware the whole group was watching while I posed looking at the sky at eye level. It felt good actually like getting leid at the paved service road to San Miguel Mountain antenna towers. I couldn't be the umbrella guy but I could have used his umbrella to hide myself when I realized that my fellow hikers were watching me in amusement.

Pha Khin pose!

Meet Mitt, the bobcat in the hood

It's the sceond sighting of the bobcat. I am sure I have seen him last spring.
Back then, I would not have called him Mitt because Mitt could have been a presidential name.

Double Rainbows

"Wooah! Double rainbows!"

"Double rainbows all the way!"

"Oh my gut!"

"What does it mean?"The video that made waves more than two years ago had already generated more than it could and had at one became an app. The video is basically a spoof on Stendahl Syndrome. It's this ecstatic orgasmic ejaculations that are exaggerated upon seeing something out of the ordinary but nothing new. And I did my spoof.

I should find better things to do!

Keiko Teruya on Rachel Maddow

Keiko Teruya is an artist in her own right. She may not be as widely known as Keiko Matsui but her being a Japanese makes me consider her an unordinary Asian.Keiko Teruya is certified by the Sacramento Board of hair dynamics to practice Brazilian blow job. Keiko Matsui is, of course, a Japanese jazz pianist. Both Keikos are as pretty as Hello Kitty, not that I have met Keiko Matsui in person to be right. Japanese women, to me, have the most cosmopolitan looks of all Asian women no matter how many Brazilian blows any other Asian woman gets.

I showed Keiko Teruya Rachel Maddow on my phone when she ask me what else could she give me other than a Brazilian blow out. She looked at Rachel Maddow for a second and asked if the person on my phone is my friend. I told Keiko to copy Rachel Maddow's haircut. Rachel Maddow is not really my friend but I follow her on Twittter. She began the job by directing me to the sink so she could shampoo my hair to prepare my hair for an optimal smoothing result. She thought Asian hair are as firm as a wild pig's hair. After towel-drying my limp smoothened hair, Keiko went on to divide my hair into sections assuring me that I could look even prettier than Rachel Maddow. I told her to cut it short and that Rachel Maddow did not need to look pretty. She agreed on Rachel Maddow not needing to look pretty because she looks more like a boy. She remembered two women coming to the salon at the same time recently and she cut their hair pretty short, just like Rachel Maddow's. I did not realize she was almost done with the Brazilian blow out as she finished her job by blow-drying my Rachel Maddow cut. The next time I visit Keiko Teruya, I would show her the picture of Howard Stern on my phone.

A Daniel Silva Synopsis

I am still reeling over the impending loss to four more years of Obamacare. I don't know why I can't take off my mind over the great possibility of a Mormon president. I just finished reading the Fallen Angel. The book has a 2012 copyright. The best thing for me was not spending $14 to buy a kindle copy of the book.

I am looking for the part where read about the sign of the cross and a benedictory amen. For a cattle tick who had a cattle tick education that made a world of difference, the sign of the cross is more of an open and close parenthesis on a cattle tick statement. Daniel Silva sounds like a pretending cattle tick who marched into the gas chambers of Auschwitz in previous life. I mean, he is so good of a writer that he made such an impression on me.
Gabriel Allon looks for the crucifix that Dotoresa Claudia Andreatti was wearing in her neck before she plunged to death from the glory of the Sistine Chapel. Gabriel Allon is the restorer created by Daniel Silva in his prequel books, maybe more than a dozen of them. Prequel is the mother of all sequels, motherfiretruckers!
Monsignor Luigi Donati, the Pope's secretary, a former Jesuit tells Gabriel Allon to investigate the death of Claudia Andreatti.