We went to Main St. for some drinking at Finn McCool's.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Finn McCool's
KG's former roommate Nick was in town on business.
We went to Main St. for some drinking at Finn McCool's.
We went to Main St. for some drinking at Finn McCool's.
Friday, March 30, 2007
TacoTaco! BurrrrrritoBurrito!
So I've put myself on this post-Hong Kong diet of eating a salad per day.
Generally I eat two meals a day, plus cereal.
If one of my meals is a salad (which one MUST be, according to my diet), I'm allowed to eat anything I want (within reason) for my second meal. Buffets are still only allowed once a month.
It's been going well.
For the past 4 days I have had a salad and a reasonably sensible other meal (plus cereal).
Today...
Today...........
Well. Today, Christian happened.
Christian and TL really.
TL convinced me to go get Thai food with her and eat my salad for dinner.
Fine.
Then Christian came after work and convinced me to go to Baja Fresh.
.........hmmmm.......
We got to Baja Fresh. And ooooohhhhh I so wanted a Burrito Ultimo.
But my conscience won and I wordered the Baja Ensalada Chicken Salad (is that redundant?).
Fatass, (and we are only allowed to call him Fatass to his face because, well, he's still kind of hot) ordered not one, but TWO Fajita Burritos.
These fuckers are so big THEY'RE NOT EVEN ON THE MENU.
They're rice, beans, chicken AND steak, grilled peppers and onions, sour cream, and some big fatty slices of avocado all rolled into a thick giant double-wrapped tortilla the size of a football.
Christian ate one and saved one for "later".
"Later", as it turns out, was when we got into the car and were stopped at a traffic light.
Being diabetic (and fat), Christian decided we needed to stop at a gas station to buy some Reese's, protein bars, and Frappucinos. "Half good, half bad," as he put it.
Hate to break it to you buddy, but after a Baja Fresh Fajita Burrito, EVERYTHING is bad.
......Sooooo.....Christian went into the gas station to pick up his junk and left his half-eaten burrito on the dashboard.
He slammed the door. It started to fall in slow motion.
I lunged forward and saved it.
Phew!
Grasping the warm delicious burrito in my hand, I was overcome with an urge like no other.
I gently brought the sweet meaty treat to my lips.
And devoured it savagely.
(As a favor to Christian, obviously.)
Generally I eat two meals a day, plus cereal.
If one of my meals is a salad (which one MUST be, according to my diet), I'm allowed to eat anything I want (within reason) for my second meal. Buffets are still only allowed once a month.
It's been going well.
For the past 4 days I have had a salad and a reasonably sensible other meal (plus cereal).
Today...
Today...........
Well. Today, Christian happened.
Christian and TL really.
TL convinced me to go get Thai food with her and eat my salad for dinner.
Fine.
Then Christian came after work and convinced me to go to Baja Fresh.
.........hmmmm.......
We got to Baja Fresh. And ooooohhhhh I so wanted a Burrito Ultimo.
But my conscience won and I wordered the Baja Ensalada Chicken Salad (is that redundant?).
Fatass, (and we are only allowed to call him Fatass to his face because, well, he's still kind of hot) ordered not one, but TWO Fajita Burritos.
These fuckers are so big THEY'RE NOT EVEN ON THE MENU.
They're rice, beans, chicken AND steak, grilled peppers and onions, sour cream, and some big fatty slices of avocado all rolled into a thick giant double-wrapped tortilla the size of a football.
Christian ate one and saved one for "later".
"Later", as it turns out, was when we got into the car and were stopped at a traffic light.
Being diabetic (and fat), Christian decided we needed to stop at a gas station to buy some Reese's, protein bars, and Frappucinos. "Half good, half bad," as he put it.
Hate to break it to you buddy, but after a Baja Fresh Fajita Burrito, EVERYTHING is bad.
......Sooooo.....Christian went into the gas station to pick up his junk and left his half-eaten burrito on the dashboard.
He slammed the door. It started to fall in slow motion.
I lunged forward and saved it.
Phew!
Grasping the warm delicious burrito in my hand, I was overcome with an urge like no other.
I gently brought the sweet meaty treat to my lips.
And devoured it savagely.
(As a favor to Christian, obviously.)
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Matt gets a zit...and a billboard.
So, I dropped Matt off at the airport yesterday because he's flying to New York to meet with Hugo Boss as one of their top choices for the face of their new fragrance. It's a huge deal because apparently fragrance campaigns can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Unhappily, he has a zit.
A big one.
"One of the top three biggest zits of his life."
Poor poor model boy.
In other news, his Newcastle billboard is up at Sunset and Highland!
It's totally lame-looking.
I mean why bother hiring someone so hot if you're going to make them look so stupid?
Unhappily, he has a zit.
A big one.
"One of the top three biggest zits of his life."
Poor poor model boy.
In other news, his Newcastle billboard is up at Sunset and Highland!
It's totally lame-looking.
I mean why bother hiring someone so hot if you're going to make them look so stupid?
Monday, March 26, 2007
Little People and the Giants
So I was in San Diego over the weekend filming a movie (as an "actor").
Basically I was at Rage several months ago when the big dude below, who is a bartender/bouncer, asked me if I was an actor and if I would be in his film which somehow involves a whole bunch of little people (AKA midgets) and tall people.
I played a disgruntled coffee shop employee.
Below, a midget...erm, I mean, little person.
I actually had a few lines in the movie. Something along the lines of "I hate her. Yo fuck that bitch!" But at the last second those lines were reassigned to a big scary black man.
I guess it makes more sense than an angry giant Asian. With glasses.
:-/
Basically I was at Rage several months ago when the big dude below, who is a bartender/bouncer, asked me if I was an actor and if I would be in his film which somehow involves a whole bunch of little people (AKA midgets) and tall people.
I played a disgruntled coffee shop employee.
Below, a midget...erm, I mean, little person.
I actually had a few lines in the movie. Something along the lines of "I hate her. Yo fuck that bitch!" But at the last second those lines were reassigned to a big scary black man.
I guess it makes more sense than an angry giant Asian. With glasses.
:-/
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Matt Sighting: Texas
AC from Austin, TX sent this in:
From The Buckle, a store in Lufkin (hicksville) texas.
From The Buckle, a store in Lufkin (hicksville) texas.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Meanwhile...back in LA
Little Matty was featured in the latest episode of Germany's Next Top Model, hosted by Heidi Klum.
He was the "prop" that the remaining 7 female contestants had to pose with in order to produce the fiercest photo in a Tarzan & Jane themed photoshoot.
Nice work Matty!
He was the "prop" that the remaining 7 female contestants had to pose with in order to produce the fiercest photo in a Tarzan & Jane themed photoshoot.
Nice work Matty!
Monday, March 19, 2007
St. Patty's Day!!!
After a little prepartying at Tim's new HK apartment with a bunch of D.A. peeps and a teenager or two...
We headed to Mint. A club where you have to be an invited member with your fingerprint on file...
And lots of people wait downstairs, only to not get in.
Also there is a shark tank.
Luckily, we were with TimLoh.
And of course you know what that means...
I think we might have been the only people celebrating St. Patty's. Everyone else there was kind of just dressed in whatever and kind of ugly. Although, I really don't remember it that clearly.
I do know that at one point some dummy ordered double-tequila shots.
And then it was all over.
It took me three days to put up these pictures because that is how long it took me to recover.
We headed to Mint. A club where you have to be an invited member with your fingerprint on file...
And lots of people wait downstairs, only to not get in.
Also there is a shark tank.
Luckily, we were with TimLoh.
And of course you know what that means...
I think we might have been the only people celebrating St. Patty's. Everyone else there was kind of just dressed in whatever and kind of ugly. Although, I really don't remember it that clearly.
I do know that at one point some dummy ordered double-tequila shots.
And then it was all over.
It took me three days to put up these pictures because that is how long it took me to recover.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
HK @ Night
Kristy and I and our daddies went for a late night stroll last night along the water.
Hong Kong is pretty cool.
Hong Kong is pretty cool.
Friday, March 16, 2007
The Kwan Ancestral Village
Yesterday we went to China.
Squat toilets? Check.
Excited about this little excursion we were not.
After a three-hour boat ride we arrived in gray, crumbling, advertisement-free China in search of the town where everything and everyone is Kwan.
We drove along crazy chaotic roads where lane dividers, stop signs, and traffic lights were really just suggestions.
And where they have obviously no common sense in attempting to appeal to consumers.
After a "meal" at the slightly dilapidated hotel, we drove into the countryside to find the ancient Kwan village...
...finally arriving at the Kwan ancestral house, just recently "restored" by our grandparents for a mere $3000.
Adjacent to the estate was a disgusting little cesspool of a pond, filled with dead fish and giant rat carcasses.
We are so thankful that our grandpa made it out of this hellhole and found his way to the big city.
Others weren't so lucky.
We stayed for about 5 hours, and these old ladies (below) sat on this little stoop picking their toes and watching cars and stray dogs go by THE ENTIRE TIME.
It was kind of neat that everyone in the village was a Kwan, and numerous extended family members that I've never seen or heard of before stopped by to welcome us Alpha-Kwans home, but other than that it was pretty lame.
And hella boring.
Oh AND there was poop EVERYWHERE.
Stray dogs were cute though. Kind of.
And bird flu chickens.
The newest home in the village, built for about $1 million, was quite nice...
...although all the mansions and Maseratis in the world could not persuade me to live in China.
Yeah, I'd have to say the best thing about China...is being able to leave.
Squat toilets? Check.
Excited about this little excursion we were not.
After a three-hour boat ride we arrived in gray, crumbling, advertisement-free China in search of the town where everything and everyone is Kwan.
We drove along crazy chaotic roads where lane dividers, stop signs, and traffic lights were really just suggestions.
And where they have obviously no common sense in attempting to appeal to consumers.
After a "meal" at the slightly dilapidated hotel, we drove into the countryside to find the ancient Kwan village...
...finally arriving at the Kwan ancestral house, just recently "restored" by our grandparents for a mere $3000.
Adjacent to the estate was a disgusting little cesspool of a pond, filled with dead fish and giant rat carcasses.
We are so thankful that our grandpa made it out of this hellhole and found his way to the big city.
Others weren't so lucky.
We stayed for about 5 hours, and these old ladies (below) sat on this little stoop picking their toes and watching cars and stray dogs go by THE ENTIRE TIME.
It was kind of neat that everyone in the village was a Kwan, and numerous extended family members that I've never seen or heard of before stopped by to welcome us Alpha-Kwans home, but other than that it was pretty lame.
And hella boring.
Oh AND there was poop EVERYWHERE.
Stray dogs were cute though. Kind of.
And bird flu chickens.
The newest home in the village, built for about $1 million, was quite nice...
...although all the mansions and Maseratis in the world could not persuade me to live in China.
Yeah, I'd have to say the best thing about China...is being able to leave.
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