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One of the most trying days in a good long while. I'm mourning the apparent loss of my really cool lightning umbrella (that thing made me so happy...and kept me so dry), it was cold and rainy all day, I didn't get my check this morning (after running around and waiting for 30 minutes), I spilled a reagent all over this girl (staining her salmon colored sweater and her Timberlands dark blue...where the FUCK am I supposed to get the money to pay her back with??!?), and when I wanted to come home and watch my Netflix vids I find out that they didn't arrive.

I'm wet, my leg hurts, and I'm broke. Just lovely.

You lost. Get over it.

I'm watching "Iron Chef" right now, and a Canadien chef is well on the way to getting his ass handed to him by Morimoto. Why do people from North America come on the show and expect to do well? The Japanese palate is, in a word, different, and in another word, weird. These people make sauces from sea urchin liver (sea urchin has a bloody liver? who knew?). They make soups from innards of seafood. They judge you based on *their* palate. If you come on with the theme ingredient being potato, they don't want potatoes as a garnish. And when you lose to MORIMOTO, you know you suck ass (to the Easterners, anyway).

Not going to happen, dude.

Holy shit, he actually won the ruling from one judge. Least he can brag to his friends about that.