There’s been tons of progress on the house. In less than two days it went from bare foundation to floors, walls, some siding, and windows. New photos are at the end of the Flickr set.

Yesterday Brett and I went to Tokyo Seoul for sushi. Actually, I’m not totally sure they’re called Tokyo Seoul anymore… the menu covers say Blue Sun Cafe, but I think that was the name of the previous restaurant to occupy that building. Anyway, it was extremely good. They’d added a lot of new things to their menu since we last ate there, like “white maguro” (a euphemism for escolar, my favorite variety of fish for nigiri). Some pics:

You can’t quite tell from the photos, but the thing they served the nigiri on was a big wooden boat. The red snapper was kinda meh, but the escolar, yellowtail, and sweet shrimp were fantastic. We also had caterpillar and “super tempura” rolls. Oh, and James the chef sent over complimentary edamame and deep-fried shrimp heads.

BTW I forgot I’d been saving up these food pics from February when I wasn’t blogging much:

Left to right: Salmon with pistachio-dill crust and white asparagus; lasagna with shallots; pork sausage and cabbage casserole with mozzarella, white asparagus, and onions; big club sandwich (ham, roast beef, sundried tomato spread, lettuce, bacon, provolone, havarti).

I’m glad the NBC Thursday night lineup is back. Earl’s gotten kinda blah and Scrubs has been less than great for a while now, but I’m loving Office and 30 Rock. Best line last night: “Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! Aaaack!” Is there any clichéd dialogue Tina Fey can’t sell?

Still playing Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions. My main character’s a level 38 ninja and I’m in chapter IV. I’m thinking about changing my black mage into a time mage after I pick up the death spell (Blizzaja has been pretty sweet). Only bad thing with that is that he’s a really good chemist and I’m afraid I’ll need two guys throwing X-potions and phoenix downs in later battles.

How awesome is it that Zoi got kicked off Top Chef? Good riddance.

Let’s start with some TotD:

Break down your favorite song.

Okay, I’m not sure what this means but I think I’m supposed to explain the lyrics. I’ll use the Barenaked Ladies’ Everything Had Changed — I doubt that it’s my all-time favorite, but I’m pretty fond of it this week and it’s a little clearer than the others that came to mind (Movin’ Out and Transylvania).

There are a bunch of ways you could interpret the song’s lyrics, but here’s my take: The protagonist is thinking about all the failed relationships in his life and (early on) dreading the imminent collapse of his current one. Externally, he’s shrugged off these break-ups (”kept my head down and moved on,” “hopeful things I’ve said”) but he actually spends a lot of time silently mourning the losses (”I’ve lived my life inside my head”). He doesn’t hate the people with whom he’s had falling-outs and he accepts what’s happened (”I wish you well / divergent journeys”), but he’s distressed by the situations in which he keeps finding himself (”I hate it now; hated it then / I’ve seen it all before”).

Eventually, his relationship miscarries and he blames himself, as he has for all his past failures; he thinks the problem is that he doesn’t open up to people (”promise never to give too much of myself”). While contemplating what went wrong (”as I survey the ashes of the damage that I’ve done”), he reflects on how his experience really isn’t unique: Everyone messes up relationships by not expressing important feelings (”everyone … is just as closed off and alone”).

The moral of the story, though it goes unsaid in the song, is that we should have the courage to say what needs to be said — embarrassment, shyness, and pride be damned. If you don’t, you’ll drive away loved ones and only hurt yourself.

Yikes, really close to the deadline here — better post this.

Edit: This was not the funnest way to discover my computer’s clock is six minutes slow. I’m out.

Okay, so here’s how last night’s dinner came out:

The sauce was extremely good. We didn’t have much basil (about an ounce, I think) and since we’d boiled a whole pound of (dry) mezze penne, we really needed to stretch the sauce. So we made a pistachio pesto and thoroughly mixed that into a pint of Mornay (built from a butter roux, heavy cream, and parmesan) right before before serving to keep the basil’s flavor from getting cooked out. And I tossed the penne with a teensy bit of extra virgin olive oil to keep it from sucking up too much sauce.

So the pasta itself could’ve been a meal. Which was fortunate, because those salmon pinwheels sucked. The filling (feta and spinach) was okay, but the fish was very poor quality. They must not make those on site, cuz the other salmon fillets I’ve bought there have been excellent.

I went to McDonald’s for lunch today and the girl at the window had this nose piercing that must’ve been done pretty recently. The skin was all inflamed around the stud. Really gross. I think nose piercings in general are pretty nasty; especially the ones that go through the septum. This girl had hers through a nostril, but still: Eugh. I don’t mind the labret and eyebrow piercings (on other people, mind you), but the nose ones just scream “low class” to me for some reason. (Edit: Except for Paige, who’s cool enough that they work for her.) Same thing with those cylinder/plug things some people wear to stretch out their earlobes.

Still playing FFT:WotL. My main character (”Nwabudike,” after the CEO from Alpha Centauri) is now a level 12 monk, though I’m thinking about turning him into a geomancer (to get to ninja) after I pick up the Brawler ability. I talked to Jones about the game a bit today. We both agree that it’s much harder than FFTA. The cutscenes are amazing though.

Oh, and I finally watched The Golden Compass today. It was better than I thought it’d be. Surprisingly violent. The big battle at the end (featuring hundreds of witches swooping down from the sky, ranks of slavic wolf-demon guards, an armored polar bear, and a wild west sniper/aeronaut) was pretty cool.

Wow, the first weekend of the IMBC sure is a killer, huh? One out on Friday, three more on Saturday. Only 68% of the original competitors remain.

That chicken/orzo salad thing I made last night turned out pretty good. Nice and light with lots of different textures. Kinda wish I’d gone heavier on the almonds and sesame seeds, but oh well. Here’s a photo:

I dug out my long-negelected PSP today and loaded up some freshly-downloaded ISOs/CSOs. Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions ran fine (and I ended up playing it for 2h:59m, according to the save file), but Patapon hung at the loading screen. Of course, it turned out my custom firmware was tremendously out of date; I was surprised to find no one even uses “open edition” CFW anymore. So I had to scrap my 3.40 oe Revision A. What I needed was 3.90 M33-3. But it wasn’t that easy.

It’s way harder to hack a PSP than a DS. Can you even brick a DS? If you can, it’s an exceedingly rare hazard. Not so with the PSP. Malicious firmware distributions aside, there’s several parts of the update process where you can brick your console by simply disconnecting the power cord, hitting the wrong button, or failing to reboot. It’s kind of scary to do this stuff without a UPS, what with Pullman’s not-so-infrequent power dropouts.

Anyway, I had to go from 3.40oeA to 3.52 M33 to 3.52 M33-4 to 3.90 M33-3. Thank goodness for Dark Alex and eXophase! Now I’ve got Patapon running like it’s sposed to. Echochrome (which is apparently entirely English-language, despite being a Japanese release) also works. Both seem really hard, but I’ve only played ten minutes of each. Some pics:

Boy, 1 GB is not enough space for this stuff. I need to upgrade one of these days. The 8 GB Pro Duos are only about $90… a 16 GB would be nice, but they cost more than a PSP!

Okay, gotta make dinner. Salmon and penne al pesto tonight.

Brett and I just got back from the grocery store. We got some salmon pinwheels, basil, and mezze penne for dinner tomorrow night (planning a creamy pistachio pesto for the pasta). For tonight’s dinner, we got some stuff that I’m going to use to re-create a dish my mom showed me while I was in Pasco. Her version of it goes like this: Orzo, chicken, bell peppers (close to raw), snap peas, spicy Thai peanut sauce, toasted almond slivers, cilantro. It’s really good hot and even better cold, IMO. My version will replace the cilantro and snap peas with julienned cucumber, sesame seeds, mozzarella cubes, and alfalfa sprouts. Also, I’m going to toss in some of this sweet sesame dressing I found with the peanut sauce.

BTW, every notice the ridiculous markup on sesame seeds in the “ethnic foods” aisle? A tiny bottle of ‘em (~1.6 oz.) was $1.69 at Safeway. That’s like $16.90 per pound. Fifteen feet away, in the bulk dry food tubs, you can get them for $1.99 per pound. Apparently something about sticking sesame seeds in a plastic bottle makes them worth 8.5x as much.

Played online Blokus today. It’s pretty neat, but kind of buggy. (I saw someone make an illegal move in one match–placing a piece edge-to-edge with its own color–and the game actually allowed it.) Also, since there’s no karma system like in online Ticket to Ride, people tend to quit early if things aren’t going their way (which sucks tremendously if they’re in the corner opposite you). Here’s a screenshot from a game I played earlier:

We were going to attend an Arlo Guthrie concert in Seattle today, but Brett got very sick last night and travel seemed like a bad idea since we’re five hours from there. Really sucks because the tickets he bought weren’t exactly cheap and he’d been looking forward to this thing for months.

Okay, gotta go finish this orientalish orzo-chicken salad. Brett just finished boiling the pasta.

Justin posed this question on his blog today:

If you could choose the manner and circumstances of your own death, what would it be?

It’s kind of weird because just yesterday, as I was driving to Pullman, listening to Barenaked Ladies on my iPod, I was thinking how great it would be if I could somehow arrange to hear Everything Had Changed just before I died. Ideally with my consciousness faltering and dissipating in the last twenty seconds or so. Maybe I’ll get lucky and hallucinate it if/when the time comes.

Regarding his question, I have no firm preferences at this time. Except maybe that it be in such a way that I get to see it coming and so that it’s fairly quiet (for me, anyway; it could be noisy so long as I’ve somehow become deaf by then).

TotD:

Candy

I’m not all that wild about candy; I generally prefer savory things. I’d gladly take an ounce of medium-rare ribeye over a pound of M&Ms. But I do occasionally indulge in candy. Usually it’s of the gummi variety. Raisinets are good too. Recently I’ve been getting these almond bars when we do snack runs from Adventures Underground. They’re really good but I can’t remember what they’re called; only that their packaging is green and gold and they cost fifty-nine cents apiece. The bottom of ‘em is dipped in this stuff that’s almost like white chocolate, but it’s not. Anyway, I like those. I think they’re marketed as “health bars” or something like that, be we all know it’s really candy.

Speaking of gaming at Adventures Underground, it occurred to me that we’ve been neglecting conventional (i.e. typically American) boardgames. I’m going to see if I can wedge Pictionary and Trivial Pursuit into our rotation.