Maki Madness, the trip to Uganda and dealing with Comcast
If you don't have anything better to do today and have a weird sense of humor, you can register for the Maki Madness sushi-eating contest at RA Sushi. Today is the last day to enter. There is something about a sushi pigout that is so antithetical to the whole Zen experience of eating sushi that you have to love it.
I desperately want someone either to enter or go watch next Sunday from noon to 5 p.m. and then report back. My stomach isn't up to it. ...
The grand prize is free sushi for a year, but the place is probably banking on the fact that the winner won't ever want to look at sushi again, let alone eat it.
How is your day going so far? I hope better than mine. This is the day my daughter leaves for Uganda, so I'm a little grumpy. She told me that a friend of hers whose job takes her to Africa frequently has come back with parasites four different times.
When Gailor asked her whether she should be checked out by a doctor when she got back, the friend said, "Oh, don't worry. If something takes up residence in Casa Large, you'll know."
Casa Large. I like to think of my body as a temple, but not as a house for anything. Ugh.
And then I spent a lovely half an hour before breakfast having a live chat with Jesseca (with an "e") of Comcast. I know she wasn't in the U.S. from the patterns of her written English. This was after an hour yesterday before breakfast with Charisse38811.
I wonder why they picked those names? Especially the one with numbers. Very strange.
I never know what tone to take with them. I just want to get it over with quickly, but they are always so polite, even courtly, it makes me respond in kind. I used to use an American idiom or two just to see if they understood, since we were having the polite fiction they were Americans, but now that just seems mean.
I just want my DVR to work.
(Lloyd Fox/Sun photographer)