The other day I won a door prize. That’s the first time anything like that has happened to me. You could count when I won an umbrella dining at the Yogyakarta Novotel, but that time I was awarded for my unparalleled estimation skills, and this one was just pure luck. Alisha, who won a car at Disneyland when she was six, remains unimpressed.

When I was in Savers the other day, I came across a shrinkwrapped copy of NCSA Mosaic for Windows 95. In retrospect I should have just grabbed it; I know in ten years it will be worth big money to someone.

When I was applying for my job at Northrop, they did a background check on me. According to California law, I have the right to a copy of the results of the check. I was quite interested to see what they had on me. Prescreen America had a respectable file for me, but it wasn’t anything I wasn’t expecting. They only had my current address, my Biola enrollment and two high schools, and four jobs at Biola recorded.

The funny thing about the Biola jobs is that they only note comments from one of my supervisors, and he was one that was only in charge of me for two months when I worked in the game room. Over the time I was working for him I probably saw him less than five times (hey, it’s the game room…. you don’t do much), but the report cited him as being an authoritative source on me. Anyhow, I think he got me confused with someone else, because he said ‘the applicant could improve in being quieter on the job.’ Yeah…. quieter. (My job was basically to sit behind a desk and hand people game equipment. I was on my laptop or reading about 100% of the time.)

Update: I realized all that info they had on me was on my job application to Northrop. It looks like all they did was verify that what I had said was in fact correct. How disappointing.

There is something deeply disturbing about eating tongue. It tastes good, but you have to try not to think about it too much.

What is often called being random is really just having inspirations that are difficult to identify.

Think about this with me for a second:

Grass doesn’t live in the desert.
Sometimes, people do.
This is one way we can learn that sometimes, grass is smarter than people.

Something must be wrong with me if I can’t even think on one thing long enough to write a decent blog post. If I keep this rambling up I’m going to have to switch to Xanga or something.