2007 Sep 25 | Fake $100, Asian BBQ, Zydeco

The driver to my right is going straight in the right lane, but all of these people want to turn right. If he wasn't there, or if he had been nice enough to stop behind me, all of them could have gone long ago.

This is a light at the university. Again, they could greatly improve the efficiency of the turning lane, because there are tons of people, including me, who want to turn right, but we all have to wait for this guy to go straight. In this case, however, it's not the driver's fault; there are only two lanes and the other one is for turning only. I really miss California's having a right-turn area at every intersection.

You don't see that color of car too often.

A whole bunch of cops pulled over some U-Hauls and were cuffing people. I wonder what happened.

Notice anything interesting about this bill? The embedded face on the right is Lincoln, who is on the $5, not the $100. On the left side of the bill (which you can't see in this picture) the security strip says "five," too. The wonderful thing about these counterfeits is they pass the felt pen test just fine because they are real bills. People take $5 bills, bleach them, and then reprint $100s on top of them. Which is why I don't even bother with counterfeit pens; I just hold the bill up to the light.

Have you ever needed to measure something in Wal-Mart or some other similar store but didn't have a ruler? Just head over to the office supplies section and borrow one for a few minutes.

These 1-lane highway sections hundreds of feet in the sky seem like a horrific waste of concrete. Here they could have simply had a 1/4-mile ramp down to the street rather than this insane waste of money.

The people in my building (and plenty of people they know) play volleyball in the pool and barbeque every Sunday from about 3pm to midnight or so. This last Sunday we had an Asian theme, so I made teriyaki pork chops, sugar snap peas, and boba (also called bubble tea, which my coworkers in San Francisco were practically addicted to). I couldn't find the giant straws you're supposed to use, but it was still fun.

The best thing is everyone who brings food is a really good cook. They don't just bring some frozen hot dogs they bought 10 minutes ago; most things are marinated for at least a day in advance with all kinds of spices.

A little piece of gum with a foil wrapper. It was really hot, though, and the foil was breaking up and sticking to the gum. After about 5 minutes of trying to pick the foil out little piece by little piece, I decided it just wasn't worth the effort. What's sad is I wanted it enough to spend 5 minutes picking at it.

After our last midterm a group of us went to Zydeco Louisiana Diner in downtown Houston because one of our classmates was a relative of Marty, who opened the restaurant. I knew it was my kind of place when I saw a sign that said, "We will be happy to serve you as soon as you get off the cell phone." The food was absolutely amazing, too; I haven't eaten in too many Cajun places, but this was by far the best. The crowd was mainly hungry working class, and I could see why; you got a whole ton of great food for way under $10.