that’s whacked

random musings…

Friday, Mar 24. 2006  –  Category: Football, Sun

my random thoughts for the day while i consume the spicy chicken sandwich i bought for lunch:

hrm. this sandwich is not bad. surprisingly spicy. i have to say, this may have supplanted Jack’s spicy chicken in my expert Zagat-like ratings of spicy chicken sandwiches.

the US-Germany football match on Wednesday was sad. it’s sad when the only goal your team scores is a freak goal with an assist from the keeper. seriously, Germany destroyed the US - and it wasn’t even Germany’s strongest team. our defense had more holes in it than cheesecloth. and an midfield missing Donovan, Beasley, and Reyna was sadly lacking any creativity whatsoever. the US team, at its strongest, can be a FIFA top 10 team (i dispute FIFA awarding them 5th, but whatever…) - but the US team has no depth. look at England, Spain, or Italy: they have depth in numbers. Owen is out? fine, no problem…toss in Bent, Defoe, or Ashton (just… please… don’t put in Heskey again. i can’t take it.). England has a wealth of players in defense… Carragher, Terry, Ferdinand, Campbell, King, Brown… and that’s only the centrebacks! who does the US have? Oguchi Onyewu…and uh… uh…hrm. yeah. the US defense was lackluster and unconvincing.

today i had my first english breakfast tea latte since i left SoCal. mmmm…. i loved coffee bean and tea leaf when i lived down in San Diego. little did i know there was one a few blocks away from the Sun office in SF. heaven. thank you connie

some of you may be familiar with Sun’s Flexible Workspace setup. i’ve been working in SF most of March and enjoying the iWork and flexibility of being able to work up here. what i’m not enjoying is the f-ing idiot who i can hear anywhere within a 10 cubicle radius. i don’t mind people on the phone… heck, i make a conscious effort to reserve an open cube instead of an office. what i mind is this guy who gets so frustrated at everything that he’s always hitting his desk and swearing or letting out huge sighs that i can hear even when i have my headphones on. and i’m wearing Shure e2c’s… the ones with the foam ear-plug-like inserts that go into the canal… the ones that block out most ambient noise on BART. and yet, i can still hear this guy who swears and curses, and talks into the phone like he’s trying to compete with a 747 engine for sheer volume.

to the guy in the cube next to me: please. just STFU. i used to think you were so stressed out you were going to go postal on us here. now i’m so annoyed, i’m worried i may go postal on you. my fiancee is an oral surgeon… i’ve looked through her textbooks enough to know where the weak points of the skull and jaw are. please don’t make me break your jaw. please?