First real entry
So, this is my first real foray into blogging. I read them, rss them, grab code snippets from them, but writing them...that was something that I reserved for the professionals and the vain.
THAT CHANGES TODAY
I’m guessing that my site will be filled with personal projects, code snippits, random poker stories (both the bad beats and the awesome hauls), but one thing is for certain; it will contain my general crass sense of humor.
A good example of an entry is a story about a recent situation that a new friend and I got to witness.
I seriously cant make this stuff up
I went to meet up with a friend at Kettle Fried Chicken, a super tasty place in Culver City. For those not familiar with the place, it seriously may very well be the best fried chicken EVER and its certainly among the best I’ve ever had. Kettle Fried has two locations, one in Culver City for the hipsters and the other in Compton.... I’ll leave the obvious joke alone here, but just know that It has to do with how a certain minority wrongly gets accused of eating a disproportionate amount of chicken, enjoys watermelon, and has a penchant for Caucasian women (especially those who have larger then normal posteriors). But if you happen to have some sort of race card and you like to keep score:
If you guessed Jews, then you are a winner!
We order our tasty delights. My buddy Eric gets a plate of fried chicken and I get a get a chicken breast and pancakes ("The healthier of the choices,” I say to myself). Along with our meal, arrives a moron asking for us to trade tables. His party of 6 are cramped inside and would like to sit at one of the larger and SUN FILLED tables outside. Now, generally speaking I pride myself on being accommodating but it bugs me when folks come late to events, lunches or social functions, and expect to have the perfect scenario. Needless to say he gets an “eff you” sandwich and Eric and I go back to talking about tech.
After a hearty meal, Eric and I cross the street and witness the BEST THING EVER. I know I say that quite a but but damn this is good. Two people on motorized wheelchairs are crossing the street (I know that sounds like a total joke setup but hear me out) and they are about 4 feet apart as they make it along the intersection. Everything seems okay but I soon notice that the first of the two wheelchairs (now dangerously close to the curb) has miscalculated his route and didn’t quite make the on ramp. The second wheelchair driver (operator?) isn’t paying close attention to what has just unfolded and does not have enough time stop. Wheelchair 2 proceeds to slam into the back of wheelchair 1 causing a crash that startled everyone within earshot! The driver of the first chair is now yelling at the one that hit him and pinned him to the curb.
At this point, funny quips rush to my mind. Choosing the one I think is best, I say to Eric, “Wouldn’t it be funny if the guy started yelling, OH MY GOD, I CANT FEEL MY LEGS!”


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