Dinhternet

So I was read­ing ran­dom arti­cles on the inter­net today when I came across this post. Funny stuff, reminds me of the old “Look at these fuck­ing pep­pers!” pic­tures.

Then I noticed that one of the links is to a pic­ture of a savory Jell-O salad. That’s right. I can’t tell what exactly is in it, but looks like at least olives, cel­ery, and yel­low bell peppers/cheese slices. Eddie C thinks that the cel­ery is shrimp. This mon­stros­ity could likely be one or more of the lay­ers of the Eric­son Fam­ily salad. Who knows?

Any­way, appar­ently fine Amer­i­can cui­sine went through a phase where every­thing was jel­li­fied. Gelatin sal­ads and aspic meats. They used to have cel­ery, mixed veg­etable, tomato, and Ital­ian fla­vored Jell-O.

I was ini­tially put off, but I have to admit a cer­tain (mor­bid?) curios­ity about the whole idea. Eddie C says he’s down to try it. I guess I’m going to try to re-create this for his birth­day trip down in Pismo. (Fair warn­ing to every­one else going… you may want to make back-up din­ner plans.) I looked around a found a cou­ple of inter­est­ing recipes. Maybe I’ll try to pair with a good meat Jell-O recipe, too.

The last time I made any­thing Jello while on vaca­tion was TAK Retreat, when we tried to make Jello shots with Ever­clear and it wouldn’t set, so we a thin Jello cap over a Dixie cup full of rub­bing alco­hol. This has got to be bet­ter than that, right?

Oh, and accord­ing to this web­site, (not Wikipedia, though) Jell-O used to make an offi­cial whisky fla­vor! How did I miss out on the best era ever?!

More and more, this is what work feels like to me:

(from Pic­tures for Sad Chil­dren.)

There are a lot of fac­tors that go into moti­va­tion — growth, cre­ativ­ity, pur­pose. Every day, I feel like my job lacks those qual­i­ties. I’m learn­ing less and less. I have no oppor­tu­ni­ties to do orig­i­nal work. I def­i­nitely don’t feel like I’m mak­ing a dif­fer­ence. In short, I’ve basi­cally hit the level cap of my posi­tion. In fact, I bet I could make a script to run on my com­puter that would do my job for me. I won­der how much my boss would pay for some­thing like that.

There’s not really much in the way of advance­ment oppor­tu­ni­ties here, either. And even if there was, I’m not sure I want to pin all my dreams on this com­pany. Any­way, I can’t wait for a freak­ing accep­tance let­ter. I’ll go any­where now. Even Lin­coln. And I’ve started dis­cussing other back-up plans with cer­tain indi­vid­u­als who might be able to help me out.

If only I had fore­sight in my col­lege years. Could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

I’m told it’s bet­ter to die young, so I went sky­div­ing over the week­end right before my birth­day. Thanks to Christina T, James S, and Tim C for com­ing with me.

For­tu­nately, it’s harder to throw your­self at the ground and miss than Dou­glass Adams makes it sound. Unfor­tu­nately, this guy attached to my back really miss really slowly, so no death for me.

Any­way, enjoy the pic­tures. Video is com­ing later, I’m hav­ing some trou­ble rip­ping the data cleanly.

Oh, and Mom, if you’re read­ing this, happy belated Mother’s Day! My gift to you is that I’m still liv­ing. You told Dong Ha on her birth­day that she was the gift, but never said it to me, so I’m just going to tell you instead.