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Blame the Chinese

Scientists have said the melting polar ice caps are responsible for the rising ocean levels. Yay, beach front property! I would like to offer another explanation for the rising waters, a problem that has plagued the world for a long time. China.

Those guys can’t stop making babies over there. It must be something in the rice. I think they’re weighing down their continent and displacing the water in the oceans like a couple of fat kids in an inflatable raft.

Let’s just hope they don’t all decide to jump at the same time and hurl Earth off it’s orbit and into the sun.

One More Year Until Life is Over

Well, another year has gone by since the world was graced with my presence. I can’t believe I’m twenty nine. I feel like I haven’t done enough with my life. That will have to change, but for now just enjoy some pictures.

For my birthday I kept it low key. My parents wanted to take me out to dinner so we decided to check out Terranea, since it just opened up and it’s ten minutes away from home. Michelle came along and we explored the grounds.


I figured they wouldn’t park my Camry up front even though I just got it cleaned.


This is where I will come to drink my Scotch.


Who is going to sneak in here with me this summer?



I am always on the search for the perfect calamari.






Macaroni & Cheese, Pancetta, Truffle Oil


Lamb chops.

I ate so much I couldn’t move. Is there any better way to spend birthdays?

I’m on a Boat!

Our last full day was spent with an ocean voyage on a catamaran.


I’m on a boat and, it’s going fast and, I’ve got a nautical themed Pashmina afghan!


The views were great, but some people were sick.


Michelle lost a shoe, and the boat actually backed up to get it.


With this one returned, the net shoe loss on the trip stayed at one.


We got to see dolphins. They played with the wake of the boat.


We got to snorkel and see fish swimming around the rocks.


Sometimes you feel less sick if you’re driving instead of riding.


It was a long trip, and it took a toll on some of us harder than others.

Be sure to check out the rest of the photos. Thanks to Google they’re even speedier now!

High King

I went hiking this weekend with Michelle and Angie. For those of you that don’t know me, write this down in case you ever want to abduct me, put me in a cryogenic chamber, and replace me with a robot. I do not hike. I have bad knees and am just overall lazy. I’m still glad I went even though I spent Monday sick at home. (It’s unrelated but I’ll still blame the hiking.)


Half way up the hill. Kind of a crappy day but the clouds were interesting.


Rolling green meadows.


Angie: Did you buy tickets…TO THE GUN SHOW?!


Michelle and Angie picking up the pace and leaving me behind.


It’s so beautiful…downhill hiking.

Here Comes the Rain

Going to the gym for the first time in closer to a year with a friend, who has lots of time to hit the gym regularly, is a very bad idea. This was Thursday. I am still unable to straighten out either of my arms without a whole lot of pain. All weekend I have been asking people to stretch my arms out for me while grimacing in pain.

This weekend was pretty low key, spent trying to keep from moving my arms too much and trying to stay warm. The cold weather is ushering in a storm that is supposed to last the entire week and carry into the next week. Although the weather may be cold, the views are absolutely perfect.


The water is blue and the coastline is visible wall the way up to Ventura.


Downtown Los Angeles. Like any other downtown, just crappier


Normally this is covered by a layer of smog that makes it almost impossible to see.


People were taking advantage of the winds and sailing. If you look closely you can even see a plane taking off from LAX.

Hopefully things clear up for Christmas, but as long as we’re hoping for things, hopefully we get some snow here in Los Angeles for Christmas.

I Hate You Only a Little Now

For those of you that know me, I’ve always said I hate San Diego. Hate really isn’t the right word, but the area really doesn’t do anything for me. People rave about the Mexican food, but I believe it exists just as good and possibly better in Los Angeles. Michelle and I needed to get out of town for a bit, so we figured San Diego was far enough to be called vacation but close enough not to be a hassle.

We left on Friday, because we wanted it to feel like a real vacation and not just a weekend excursion. Here is our trip in photo format. Closed captioning is provided by michellewoo.com.

Sushi sounded like a good, light lunch after eating too many snacks on the car ride down. Conveyor belt sushi…not so good.

Ready to go kayaking? Hold your wrist and try to bite your ear.

We were the only two people that were signed up for the 1:00 PM tour. We had two guides, one of which was our personal photographer. They must have lost money on this tour, especially since we bargained the price down from $80 to $65. I told Michelle I was doing all the work, which is why they put the motors on the back of boats. She disagreed and called me dead weight.

One of the seven caves. We got to go into this one. The clarity of the water was so great everywhere. You could see right down to the bottom, and Garibaldi were swimming everywhere.

Sunning the day away without a care in the world.

The kayak tour was totally awesome since we got one on one attention from our guides. We talked ecosystems and about Discovery Channel’s Planet Earth. Michelle and I got to see a Thresher shark swim right under us. My head was still down looking for more sharks, when I heard Michelle say “Uhhhh!” I looked up and a wave was coming at us and wasn’t going to crash. I remember thinking, “I hope I closed the Ziploc bag tight on my camera.” Michelle got lifted out of her seat and got turned completely perpendicular, side saddling the kayak. She got herself straightened out, saying that was the best thing about the tour.

After kayak snack. Michelle says everyone eats crepes on vacation.

We headed to our hotel in the Gaslamp Quarter. I booked The Grand Horton Hotel, which I was later informed by Spencer was famously known for being haunted. I figured I wouldn’t tell Michelle until we left the hotel safely or until we were held hostage by the ghosts. As soon as we got into the hotel, Michelle used two words to describe the hotel: scary and Disneyland. It’s no wonder either.

Definitely Victorian. Definitely ghost territory.

She still doesn’t know this place is haunted. Can’t you just imagine the organ playing itself at night?

This is what you see when the elevator stops on the third floor. I was facing the elevator doors, but Michelle screamed when she saw it. That’s just creepy. I knew Room 309 was the most famous for being haunted, so when we got Room 325, I kept quiet and didn’t tell Michelle we had a ghost staying a few doors down.

We got checked in and took a well needed nap after paddling around the ocean for a two hours. We set ourselves up for dinner less than 1,000 feet, around the corner from our hotel at Cafe Sevilla. I’ve been looking for a place to get Spanish Tapas, ever since I came back from Spain two years ago. Well, Cafe Sevilla has a location in Long Beach as well. Looks like I’ve found a spot when I’m hankering for some Spanish food.

Calamari. This one is okay.

Shrimp Ajillo. How can you go wrong with garlic and butter?

Chicken, beef, and seafood paella tapas.

Patatas Bravas. Spicy, just the way we like it.

Phallic? Yes. Homsexually suggestive? Yes. Delicious. Definitely yes.

In order to not feel old, we decided we had to go out after dinner to at least one place. It was twice as rough for me since I have been sick for about half a week now with my nose running and a nagging cough. It got worse after dinner. I couldn’t even taste my whiskey or my beer. I had to trust Michelle when she said the beer was good.

Breakfast at Cafe 222, again less than 1,000 feet from our hotel door.

We hung around in our hotel room for a little bit before heading to Balboa Park. As soon as we got there, we strolled around, looking at our visitors guide and tried to decide which museums and gardens to check out. I think we must be spoiled by the Internet, because everything looked boring or too expensive. It didn’t take us long to leave this place. Michelle asked, “Is this what couples do? This is boring.”

The architecture was cool in Balboa Park.

International Gardens. Sounds impressive? It’s not.

This picture is posted for one individual only. I’d hate to admit it to him, but had we gone to this, it probably would’ve been the most interesting exhibit there.

Koi in the Japanese Friendship Garden. I had a long discussion with Michelle as to how large these fish were, and she kept saying they were smaller than I was thinking. I told her she should trust me, since we were talking about eye balling distances and lengths, which I have to do for work sometimes, and we were talking about fish. Still unwilling to concede, I had to pull up another picture of koi at the zoo with a duck as a reference for size before she was willing to believe that the fish we saw were the size of our legs. Well maybe not hers. Those things just won’t quit.

Taking pictures of ourselves is free and more fun tha plants. Let’s do that.

Obligatory picture of the industrial boobs off the 5 freeway.

We got into San Diego and left in just about twenty four hours. I felt like we had accomplished a lot in the short time we were there, at least enough to satisfy any urge that might take us down that direction for a long time. On our way back up we stopped at the Rainbow store and picked up a couple pairs of sandals. At 37% off retail prices, it’s worth it to pick up an extra pair for later. We finished our trip up with a stop in Irvine to get some spicy wontons and spicy beef noodle soup at A&J Restaurant, one of Michelle’s college favorites. I am thorougly exhausted.