tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71127752011-07-07T20:43:08.822-05:00The world according to, as it pertains to and how it revolves around me.Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.comBlogger4391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-45664819781530051282010-09-23T01:13:00.003-05:002010-09-23T01:25:10.491-05:00

On the heels of the Lions getting jobbed in Week 1 and Eminem kicking off the 2010 VMAs, the Motor City has been on my mind of late. So it wasn’t a complete surprise when I came across the new web documentary, Detroit Lives. What was surprising though was that it starred a somewhat earnest Johnny Knoxville exploring the sunnier side of Detroit.After the layoffs, the bailouts and countless punch

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-81420875353030648742008-08-18T01:27:00.003-05:002008-08-18T01:38:28.979-05:00

If it makes you feel any better, I don't even consider going to sleep until 2:30 am on Sunday nights as that is when the ruckus from the bar/volley ball court/strip club tends to die down. Sometimes later if a fight breaks out.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-79949831142546913232008-07-09T23:10:00.002-05:002008-07-10T00:08:04.413-05:00

It's never quite the same the first time with someone new. Her lips are softer. Her tongue zigs when yours zags. And you never know, until its too late, if that soft spot behind her ear is sensitive or not. It's just different. But you give her the benefit of the doubt because you like her and she likes you. The parts fit, you both just need some time to hit your stride. And that's what the move

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-91797915358055036132008-07-08T01:19:00.005-05:002008-07-08T01:27:23.972-05:00

Notice the Celts victory towelNotice the neatly folded clothesNotice the abundance of snacksNotice the Return of the Jedi sheets. Twin bed people.Notice the sunburned roommate

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So my worst fears were almost realized. I was hungry. I wanted something quick. I was craving Mexican....Chipotle....fuck. But, what's this it was closed! It was 9 PM after all. That was a close one.Dinner tonight: my first Jimmy Johns' experience. I'd say that it wasn't half bad. Half bad as in it's more expensive then Subway's $5 deal, but with more flavorful meat than Quiznos. Sans tomato :(

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-81459976797198738132008-07-07T00:19:00.004-05:002008-07-07T01:02:41.961-05:00

So this is the part where I say how nice and fucking wholesome everyone is and how it makes me want to just grow some corn.Instead I'll say how I'm actually settling in quite nicely it. So far I've got the room all set up (pictures to come soon) and am getting to know Roommate #1. He's a fresh-faced Canadian by way of Texas and we've already shared a meal and watched the Sox game. Basically we

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Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-81059540918575204602008-07-05T23:29:00.000-05:002008-07-05T23:48:01.143-05:00

I'd attend an all-black Southern university.Drumming, stepping and frat branding!

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-80701079470669990352008-07-03T22:28:00.000-05:002008-07-05T23:46:49.210-05:00

But I really enjoy movies loosely based on actual events that include end credits summarizing the post-film life of each character.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-15679859394024388672008-06-18T04:03:00.000-05:002008-06-18T04:09:47.512-05:00

Because the Truth is the Captain, because Rondo made the leap, because Ray Ray is Jesus Shuttlesworth, because Perk is a Beast, PJ Brown went back in the day, Scal is whitey, Eddie HOUSE has secret handshakes, Sam I Am has tons of rings and looks like an Alien (Big balls though), Posey brought it all together with his hugs and all-purpose D, Big baby is big, Doc made us forget last year...somehow

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-52371983457454853252008-06-13T19:40:00.001-05:002008-06-13T19:42:51.737-05:00

Say hello to my good friend over at headyoga. Be nice, she's swell.

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Summer movie season is upon us and that means only one thing: creature triple feature. Because when it can cost up to $12.75 a pop and all the CGI-glitz of a special midnight screening leaves you sorely disappointed, sometimes you need to take things into your own hands.The question is no longer "was it good?" but "was it worth it?"

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-3704971300883205272008-06-05T01:58:00.000-05:002008-06-05T02:09:01.036-05:00

I don't know if it's ironic, karmic or a sign I should have put some action down, but on the same night that the Detroit Red Wings beat the Pittsburgh Penguins to win the Stanley Cup, the tape on my Mario Lemiux "Route 66" poster finally gave out. Why tonight? Why now? Why does my bedroom at my parent's house look exactly the same as it did during high school?

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-10001186024158582702008-05-29T04:19:00.001-05:002008-05-29T04:24:11.339-05:00

You ever been so drunk that when you are home after eating a bunch of random late night pasta that when you brush your teeth it is friggin awesome? I'm talking about "oh yeah, baby, yeah yeah, that's the spot right there, baby good".Yeah me neither.But speaking of bubble-gum flavored flouride treatments, right before I left Mass for SF I had my teeth cleaned and the woman said that I had the best

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-21390433277556147772008-05-28T02:32:00.000-05:002008-05-28T02:33:07.081-05:00

I once prided myself on the fact that I never saw Titanic. James "I'm King of the World" Cameron did not get one bloody red cent from me. I did not shed a tear when Leo plunged into the icy depths. I did not see a Rubenesque Kate Winslet bare herself. I wanted nothing to do with the Oscar-winning behemoth. When my girlfriend wanted to go and see it, I told her that we would see Good Will Hunting

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-47751971104013771552008-05-26T23:06:00.000-05:002008-05-27T03:23:28.233-05:00

There's comedy, there's high comedy and then there's transcendent comedy. Touching your penis after slicing jalapeno peppers falls in the latter category. Luckily I had a glass of buttermilk on hand to which I was able to dip my member in.But in the big scheme of things corn bread conquers all. Yes, including carrot cake, which is just a receptacle for cream cheese frosting anyways.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-61656301994985829892008-05-24T06:15:00.000-05:002008-05-24T06:58:02.934-05:00

I'm willing to share my Pop Tarts and will always offer you a beverage when you visit. But I'm an only child so throw me a damn bone. Quite honestly, I just love being the center of attention.The beautiful thing was that from the start, nothing went as planned. Even after forgetting my champagne and then soft-shoeing to retrieve it, somehow it all went off without a hitch. I'd say 60% was from

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-58179762529260127552008-05-21T14:13:00.000-05:002008-05-21T17:28:56.056-05:00

Pre-game festivities include some sort of Russian dancers and a people dressed up as flowers. An intro of overblown Olympic-produced proportions.26:18 - GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-Ronaldo44:23 - GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-Lampard45:00 - Half90:00 End of regulationPenalty Kicks - Man U 6-Chelsea 5Man U wins 1-1!

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Sorry 1976 Tampa Bay Buccaneers, you continue to live on in infamy. You remain the only team in NFL history to finish a season without a victory. Damn...and I was looking forward to a new member of the Worst Teams Ever.It seems that this year's rendition of the Miami Dolphins squeaked out their first victory of the season, a 22-16 overtime sloberknocker over the Baltimore Ravens.In other news,

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-13555529202534517532007-12-15T23:27:00.000-06:002007-12-15T23:45:32.147-06:00

In hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea to get that extra order of unagi. Or suddenly develop a taste for expensive sake. But in the heat of the moment, a guy's gotta have his sushi.Yet looking at my latest credit card statement and seeing that over the past billing cycle I somehow spent $186.27 on sushi, I feel as if I just rubbed wasabi in my eye. WTF people?The suspects:Okoze w/

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-58328545303988494482007-12-13T03:57:00.000-06:002007-12-13T04:57:32.777-06:00

Well it seems that Act 1 of my quarter-life crisis in San Francisco has come to an end. Earlier on tonight I finished up the last of my classes and in a scant 3 hours I will be heading off to the airport. Why am I up at this hour then, you may ask. Well frankly, my history of imbibing too many adult beverages has always been known to throw my sleep patterns into disarray. And tonight is no

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-80222316406351517832007-12-08T03:13:00.000-06:002007-12-13T03:50:43.776-06:00

Let's just get things straight here. I don't live in the apartment with the doorman or the valet parking. There's no in-house fitness center or 24-hour dry cleaning. That's the apartment next door to me. But things are pretty darn swank at this place. What can I say, Nob Hillis pretty bourgeois.And maybe the latest example of my new found largess is that we have a maid cleaning lady Brazilian

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-50735682439114744132007-12-03T04:12:00.000-06:002007-12-03T13:24:39.006-06:00

Lets start things off with the most important things first. My boy Matt came up from San Diego to visit me this weekend. We were buds pretty much since day 1 back at University, so it was good seeing the old lug again. In brief: a quality dinner, a so-so dinner and some late-night dinner as well. In between gorging ourselves, there was a "bit" of drinking and of course the proverbial video games.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-86702398462118997042007-11-30T16:36:00.000-06:002007-11-30T16:44:03.530-06:00

So I was eating lunch at this Indian place outside, minding my own business between bites of chicken saag, when I see this old coot in a wheelchair trying to open the door to get inside. He motions to me and the door so I go and open it for him. I return back to my table outside and continue my meal. About a minute later I hear a bunch of shouting and whatnot and the big kitchen guy comes

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-88425714435489412252007-11-18T05:27:00.001-06:002007-11-18T05:53:49.372-06:00

In all honesty, I don't really consider myself a man of action nor to I cave to the rash decision before me. But in the immortal words of David Chappelle, "sometimes you gotta choke a bitch." Only in this case the bitch was random drunk douchebag walking down the street.The scene played out as follows: walking from party A to party B with some people from school, including "my girls". These

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-76783662309203839492007-11-12T02:48:00.000-06:002007-11-12T02:49:15.262-06:00

You ask me how I want to do it.On a chair, I say, face to face.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-42790451497360863832007-11-01T21:12:00.000-05:002007-11-09T21:23:08.402-06:00

If I was back in Boston or any other city, I would have thought it was just a passing truck or perhaps a subway. But seeing as I am in San Francisco and the rumbling seemed to be going on for almost a minute... "wait a minute I just survived my first earthquake!" It was kinda cool, but kinda scary at the same time. Especially as I was in class, which is held in the basement of the building.A few

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-41360887179607325292007-10-29T16:53:00.000-05:002007-10-29T16:55:12.347-05:00

me: well im in class but just wanted to say congratsFrank: yeah, I've gotta run to class toowe're both grad students, weird

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-72513074526873371192007-10-28T21:30:00.001-05:002007-10-28T21:31:32.810-05:00

I just canceled dinner with the Cute Girl from Class because I'm watching the Red Sox game.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-42678000824625660342007-10-26T02:39:00.000-05:002007-10-26T03:07:16.332-05:00

On behalf of Red Sox Nation...Jacoby Ellsbury we thank you!Not only are you incredibly fun to watch (going from 1st to 3rd on liner to left field), you were also the spark plug that started our ALCS comeback over the Tribe. Next year you will probably be our starting CFer and lead off hitter. But this is how you really endear yourself to the Faithful and make a name for yourself. Next to the

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Growing up in small town Massachusetts, during the summer I'd fall asleep with my window open listening to the sounds of crickets, train horns and the occasional thunderstorm. Going away to college, I was serenaded with passing police sirens and the shouts of your typical gaggle of drunken 20-somethings. Eventually I got used to my respective sounds and even grew to miss them whenever I'd slumber

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-69010240069041769142007-10-23T03:08:00.000-05:002007-10-23T03:15:22.205-05:00

A funny thing happened three years ago. Here's to hoping it happens again.And something that sums it all up pretty nicely in an op ed piece to the NY Times of all places.Death to the UnderdogBy Will LeitchThrough it all, almost every Red Sox fan I’ve ever met has just wanted to be normal.I’m not talking about the bandwagon jumpers of the last few years, the so-called “Pink Hat” fans who think

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Given my choice between the 12-course tasting menu at the French Laundry and a Spike's Junkyard Dog, without question I'd pick (really who am I kidding here?) the Thomas Kellar royal treatment.But I'd say 7 times out of 10, all the foods that I have described as *JESUS* have been from down and dirty lil' joints. Mom & Pop, neighborhood joints with few Restaurant Week-aided (liberally) sprinkled

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-82536800392903875472007-10-22T14:09:00.001-05:002007-10-22T14:10:36.620-05:00

Well I guess things I'm losing that touristy thing and settling quite well into resident. Besides what transpired over the weekend, I just finished up a batch of laundry and it seems that I lost a sock to the drying machine gods. If that doesn't scream living, what does?

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So in my last post I marveled at the amazing fresh squeezed orange juice at my newfound haven, and while it remains the same great glass of sun-ripened sweetness, things have changed. Namely I can't wait to move into my new apartment. To have a place to call my own. To have a place where I can finally unpack my suitcases (maybe even wear what's at the very bottom of them). To a place where I can

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-10389507900577369732007-10-17T13:35:00.000-05:002007-10-17T14:31:16.033-05:00

OK I lie, fresh OJ always tastes good, but today it's especially sweet as it's a little after 11:30 and I'm sitting at my neighborhood cafe (I'm so happy to have a place!). But it is damn tastyI just realized that another thing I want to add to the mythical list of things I look for in a girlfriend/wife: the liberal use of hot sauce be it Tabasco, Frank's Red Hot and now that I'm on the west

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-74101032142235204882007-10-09T01:06:00.000-05:002007-10-09T01:56:47.715-05:00

Well vacations over. It was fun while it lasted. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to be a tourist for the next 12 months and get all I can out of SF, but let's just say the days of sleeping in until 10 11 a.m are done for now. That also means say goodbye for eating out every meal of the day. Yup, you guessed it, it's peanut butter jelly time. It's what I'm eating right now. Oh yeah, why I'm

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-73630199300222569772007-10-03T19:24:00.001-05:002007-10-03T19:42:52.626-05:00

First, I wanted to live with a friend I knew. We were going to find a nice 2BR in an awesome neighborhood. I could walk to class, her to work. We'd be surrounded by posh little cafes, trendy bars and rad shops. Then I realized how difficult it was to find an empty 2BR in the neighborhoods I wanted to live in.OK, then I decided that I'm fine living with another person...and maybe in a

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-64368233730835927422007-10-03T00:22:00.000-05:002007-10-03T00:55:54.636-05:00

You can't imagine the stupid, silly grin I have on my face right now. Just checked my email and what do we have here? My class schedule for first quarter.ADR 121 Intro to StrategyCWR 201 Copy TechniquesGDN 402 Design & LayoutLAB 701 InDesignI'm feeling part giddy and part completely in over my head. Definite a different experience from my days back at University, where choosing my class

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-32514271631430541172007-09-29T11:14:00.000-05:002007-09-29T11:46:50.124-05:00

Maybe I got spoiled by the thicker walls at my previous residence or the docile mating habits of my former roommates, but it's been quite while since I've been woken up by the ever subtle vibrations of some old fashioned McLovin' going on.* Go sexy!And onto the weirdest dream. It was one of those where for part of it I was already awake and I was explaining it to the Aussie and her friend. But lo

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-31857584268425556202007-09-28T19:04:00.000-05:002007-09-28T20:01:10.156-05:00

It'd be nice to be writing from my local corner cafe, only two blocks away from my awesome apartment, knowing that in a few hour I'll be meeting friends for a bite and a few brews. Instead I'm following the Sox game on MLB Game Day and resting my legs, which are really not used to these damn hills. But seeing as I've only been in San Francisco for two full days it's OK. Now if I'm still floating

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-74362206261253280962007-09-25T19:50:00.000-05:002007-09-28T19:52:55.093-05:00

I'm tired of packing. I'm tired of not being in San Francisco. I think I'm ready.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-79582504160543796412007-09-20T22:22:00.001-05:002007-09-20T23:32:13.047-05:00

It's been a while since I've wrote, but here's the thing: life is ready for some shakin' and bakin', so I figured why not now? Yes, why not now?As some of you may or may not know, I'm heading out to the land of sourdough, Merlot and the rolling hills of San Francisco.WEST COAST BABY, WEST COAST!!Oh yeah, and I'm going back to school. The Miami Ad School-SF to be precise. Basically what that means

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-38027792662762687002007-08-14T19:30:00.000-05:002007-08-14T21:48:18.275-05:00

Here goes nothing. It's time to take the bull by the horns or whatever your favorite "go get 'em champ" analogy is. But no more bitching about life. Because as scared as I am of falling on my face and moving to a new city, watching life pass me by while I think about the time I scored 4 touchdowns in a high school football game is much worse.Yes to inspiration. Yes to follow through.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-13011820589964757442007-08-14T18:13:00.000-05:002007-08-14T21:48:54.542-05:00

Not because I am unhappy with your selection or even because you raised prices. Simply put you sent me a DVD that literally crapped out. There was 6 minutes and 2 seconds left remaining - I checked. The hoodlum had ran away, the Chinese mobsters laughed it off and yes, literally the boy was about to get the girl. And then you died...I was thinking about sending you back for a replacement, but

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-74261092137165374182007-08-12T23:00:00.000-05:002007-08-14T21:37:42.927-05:00

Let's say my friend Marvin only had soup for dinner. Then he proceeded to get quite high. And during his ensuing most enthusiastic case of the munchies around he perused the Internet for the last 17 minutes looking for the perfect burrito, which he knew he could never obtain at this hour.That would truly be a Sisyphean challenge.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-71592039788027799422007-07-01T23:20:00.000-05:002007-07-01T23:45:27.225-05:00

When L and I were together (and before she moved to the Big City), Sunday nights were always tough. It meant that after some 50+ hours of blissful togetherness, we'd have to go our separate ways the next morning. Nothing was harder than that. Even though we'd see each other in a few days, I'd miss her like crazy. Heck the first thing I did after getting to my desk was give her a wake-up call so

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-79259010936941934832007-07-01T15:11:00.000-05:002007-07-01T23:20:15.985-05:00

So I thought that the Actress was giving me the cold shoulder/blow off treatment, but it seems that she was merely on vacation.Way to 1) pay attention to what she says and 2) freak out about her not calling you back. Maybe if I wasn't such a SAM it wouldn't bother me, but nice weather stirs up that "let's make-out and eat ice cream" urge in my loins. Whoops.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-15172955824418939942007-06-21T10:16:00.000-05:002007-07-01T22:50:09.662-05:00

I've gots me a vacation and god it couldn't have come at a better time. Works been "eh", I've eaten take out the last 3 meals and I've definitely been "off". But there's something to be said about a full week off. A full week of fun, In-N-Out and the sun setting on the Pacific. Call me a sucker but the theme song from the OC makes me more wistful than virgin snow, Brian's Song and One Shinning

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-46104358055331609332007-06-14T20:45:00.000-05:002007-06-14T20:57:44.153-05:00

Yup, these are things that I said over the past half hour:Oh, man Transformer trailer. Now I'm wet.I wish it was a Triceratops instead. That was my favorite dinosaur of all time.OK to decode the bomb you need to spell "syphilis"....or should I say schwing!

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-47393533667049079492007-05-29T22:53:00.000-05:002007-05-29T23:23:54.129-05:00

So as you may or may not know, I am soooooo not a camper. In fact I tend to loathe all things outdoors. Honestly the last time I went camping was probably back in 92 and it was beach camping on the Cape. Oh yeah we also stayed in an RV. I know it rained 4 out of the 8 days we were there so we ended up watching a lot of movies, mostly Disney's Hocus Pocus.Anyways, long story short is that I need

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If/when I ever get a dog he needs to have a cool name. I figure it will be good practice for having a child, only I'm 99% sure that I'll never get to name my son/daughter after a famous scientist, my favorite sneaker, an ex-girlfriend or something else as equally random. With that being said I've narrowed things down to a few choices:Marley, or Marjele if he's has "that" look to himthe

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Oh man, so last night instead of parking in the nice, safe, well-lit, gentrified parking garage I parked my car in the straight-out-of-a-movie, shady as hell one in Chinatown. The reason: it was closer to the restaurant and saved me $3. So after dinner with Krissy and Alex I'm walking back and FUCK it's like a John Woo movie just broke out.There is glass everywhere, police just arriving, bunch of

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My friend recently showed me his company's reel. It scared me because it's so fucking amazing. And it scared me because I'm not there yet and I don't know if I'm ever going to be. But I know I still want to.

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Matt: CongratsJason: CongratsFrank: I'm glad you enjoyed your mealEveryone: Big time BBQ tomorrow. Got a keg!

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I'm gonna make Gretzky's head bleed for super fan 99 over here. One of the seminal moments of the seminal male-bonding movie, Swingers, is the above mentioned NHL 96-scene where the "Great One" was literally put in his place. I don't know about you, but that's a pretty shoddy way for a legend to go out. Maybe if he wasn't ranked a mere 78 overall, while other lesser stars of the day hovered north

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Some people say it's childish and most often than not, "some people" tend to be right. But the fact remains that I'm a grown man who has best friends. BFFs if you will.Hear me out. Everyone has friends. More often than not we surround ourselves with them. It seems that the goal as humans is to accumulate as many friends as possible and I'm not talking about the myspace/friendster/facebook variety

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-9868909584316755332007-05-06T20:52:00.000-05:002007-05-06T21:03:19.417-05:00

Being a lactard and all, I haven't had a glass of milk in quite some time. If I discount the med-aided occasions with cookies, cake, brownies or in shake form I think it's coming up on some 4 odd years. But today while grocery shopping, the urge for chocolaty goodness struck and lo and behold...a quart of chocolate milk found its way into my basket. And nothing quite wraps up a day of reading

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So I just found out that this week's crush du jour is actually going to be at the party tonight. Dammit, I was really looking forward to wearing sweatpants. Oh well I guess that means I'll have to rock my Axe body spray.I wish my mid-afternoon nap worked. I pretty much failed at trying to sleep and am still over -tired and under-stimulated after last night's late night. Anyways, my draw in the

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But I've been spending a lot of time going through the motions of life, trying to imagine things set to a Garden State-esque soundtrack. Not the most inspired life for me, nor for you I imagine.

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A magical leprechaun who would grant me one wish. Unfortunately or perhaps maliciously, he will misconstrue my words and turn my lavish dream into a comical, yet non-lethal anecdote.Many years later I will be sitting at the soda fountain of my neighborhood Five & Dime, sipping an egg crème and wondering why a prescription of Amoxicillin takes 45 minutes to fill, when she will walk in. Stunning

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Me: blownYour suggestion: The capital of Sierra LeoneAnyone who missed out on the chance to get me a Christmas present, I won't hold it against you. All I ask for is a decent rhyming dictionary and we'll call it water under the bridge.

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She left an indelible mark in the most literal of ways.Something violet and newSomething learned, something true.A bit about her, but mostly myself.A fleeting story to tellIn the end, I learned something else.

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The malls are ever-so-crowded, online shopping won't deliver on time and any-and-all hope of getting my hands on a wii have been dashed.But it's simple really. I want a poem, a story, a half-started, never quite finished novella to be written about me. A haiku would be nice, but more than anything I want to tell her how I almost bought a G-Unit hoodie, but ended up with some Ecko wear

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-1158982912293575592006-09-22T22:33:00.000-05:002006-09-22T22:41:52.326-05:00

I will be spending the night at my parent's place trying to get some R & R and kick this cold. It's my own fault really. I was the one who thought it was a good idea to go out drinking the past four days, immune system be damned. Whatever: work hard, play hard (perhaps the gayest personal mantra ever).Anyways I'm at home in the Ville, caught myself a much needed end-of-week nap and had some

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Yar today be national talk like a pirate day. Why? Because that's what the high seas be declared. Arrrgh!Before I go off to pillage me some booty I leave you with me pirate namesake: My pirate name is: Red William Bonney Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits

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In a perfect world, my best girl and my best guy would be best friends too. You know the ones that can make more than awkward small talk when I have to use the bathroom. The ones that know my deepest secrets and make fun of me for them (shakes fist angrily). Well it's not a perfect world, as we all know too well, but hey I had a second chance at something wonderful, so maybe things will work out

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Fucking internet!It's Sunday during football season...this post is coming from inside of my local coffee shop/bread cafe, courtesy of their free ($2.08 for an apple danish) wireless internet.Wireless crapped out and I need to get some work done. Afternoon plans of grilling up some Italians and watching 8+ hours of football while working have been put on hold.Alright going to bang some stuff out

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Nothing says "!arriba, arriba!" like a good old-fashioned taco crawl. That's right. It's a day-time sojurn to some of the area's finest (and no so finest) taquerias. Part pub crawl, part gastronomical extravaganza, part marauding band of teetle-tollers. After the holy-trinity of tacos: a chicken, pork, steak; half a steak burrito; side of salad and part of some sort of disappointing pupusa I was

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We've all had [because I know I've had] that one really, really awesome girlfriend back when you were young and new to this whole thing called love. You know the one, the one who's "cute" and you think you'll be with her your whole life, but things don't end up working out because she's friggin' insane. And of course the next time you see her, she's dropped like 20 lbs., let her hair grow out and

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1) I can't argue this any better than Klosterman and others but I'll try.2) This is not a battle-cry against all chick-flicks. I've been known to a hand-holder or two in my day. Never been a Hanks/Ryan fan, but that lovable English bloke sure knows how to pack 'em in.Debating this point with any female (as most discussions with the fairer sex tend to be) is completely and utterly futile. You see

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I've said it before and I'll say it again...SVU is the Cadillac of Law & Orders. Sex offenders, child molesters, stories dragged straight from the frong pages. C'mon what's not to love?My favorite tv detective and yours, 2006 Emmy winner Mariska Hargitay.

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The conclusion to a fortnight of culinary delight ended in fabulous manner. A lovely dinner for two, fondue-style courtesy of the good folks at the Wine Cellar.The evening's tasting menu as follows:Nothing says fondue like the classic cheese. A molten blend of Gruyere and Emmental melted with wine, kirsch, garlic and herbs. Accompianed with bread squares and roasted potatoes. A delectable

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Sometimes a night of margaritas and FREE tacos is the perfect answer to a week of being so busy/stressed out of my mind at work. Yup, it's one of those weeks. It's been so busy that I've had to go into triage mode and do some serious prioritizing.Sayanora daily hourly tweaking to my fantasy baseball team. So long posting rambling missives on the message board. And kiss actually eating lunch not

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High comedy all around!Dave was right, this was the most amount of black people I've ever seen crammed into a hockey arena in my life.

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And the end to another wonderful Birthday Extravaganza...Where to begin? Well for starters, I'm on the other side of 20 finally. Gone are the days of, "I'm drunk!" as my go to excuse for life's mishaps, replaced by "dammit I pay my taxes." Ah adulthood. What am I saying? I had an awesome weekend 26 years be damned.Friday was the big day and I was planning on taking the day off, but it was the

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2 of 3 to TB and 2 in a row to swept by KC. Anyway you spell, it the season for all intent's and purpose is D U N for the Sox.

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If there’s one thing that I’m the Zen-master flex at it’s overreacting to situations. Anyone who even remotely knows me knows this. From screaming like a teenage girl when spooked to bleeding ulcers at a moment’s notice, I stress with the best of them.So besides the normal issues attributed with work, money, work, women, etc, my latest unnatural stressor had to do with my current living situation

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-1154998423101547222006-08-07T19:37:00.000-05:002006-08-07T19:53:43.166-05:00

You know I'd make a pretty bad private eye. If I can't find the person/clue/lead I'm looking for in the top ten google searches I'm pretty much giving up.So if anyone can find me a picture of one Miss Claire Hoffman, writer for the LA Times, I'd be much obliged.Here's her story on Girls Gone Wild/sleeze magnate, Joe Francis.

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This ficticious, in no way PC, but totally based upon actual events is meant to illustrate two things:So my friend Marvin gives me a call and wants me to come over to check out this new fried chicken recipe his momma’s momma gave him. Being the cool brother I am, I hoped in my Caddy and was right on over. Of course not before I stopped off at the corner store to get some of that fine malt liquor

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I think I know what it feels like to put your only child up for adoption.Of all the things I've done for a fantasy title this ranks right up there. But it was the right move and a necessary move. And god-willing a title-making move.Literally my boy is gone. On my own volition. Good bye Jonathan Papelbon. You were the reason I've been staying up late for the West coast finales. I even have your

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Being young, single and working a steady job only means one thing: disposable income.While I'm don't drive the flashiest car , the size of my TV impresses no one, God-forbid I actually live with roommates and my dreams of owning a shiny red scooter, a PSP and whisking away on vacation don't seem to be in the immediate future, there's one thing that I do own: Boston Celtics season tickets. Yeah

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My work email has been prompting me to change my network login password for the past two weeks. Of course I’ve been ignoring it because frankly having to change my password every four months is annoying. Every four months and it cannot contain my first name, last name or any numbers from my social. OK simple enough, I’ve got a stable of go-to passwords for just such occasions. But this time the

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And other heatstroke-related idioms brought to you by global warming.Ah well I guess that's why god invented air condition and popsicles. On the bright side it was the perfect beach day. As any South Shore boy was, I was raised on a steady stream of Horseneck Beach and when I was feeling particularly adventuresome Newport was the destination. Of course moving to the city the closest beach (and I

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Not even a night spent on 95 South only to face the inevitable throngs of pedestrian traffic could prevent me from enjoying a lovely evening along Providence's Water Place Park. What does this mean exactly? Well it was my WaterFire deflowering. Combining the music, performance, boats and the key element of fire, WaterFire is a pretty cool deal. Ignore the sounds of police sirens and the glow from

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-1152763727008127082006-07-12T23:04:00.000-05:002006-07-12T23:08:47.013-05:00

R. I. P. Moby aka Snax2005 -2006

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The way I see it when it comes to balling is that I'm just as bad as every "good player" I ever play against compared to an actual good player. You know someone like Dwayne Wade, Steve Nash or even Luc Longely. So quite simply, to the dude with the pony tail and head band, "I own you!" And the 5'4" Iverson-wannabe, "Get that shit outta here!"I'll rock my Yao XL replica, my matching addidas head-/

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As many of you know my dad is a butcher and I have been battling a cold/crazy busy of late. So when the perfect storm of having a free Saturday night and those two heavenly words appear, there's no question I'm heading home.PRIME RIBSo when my dad asks me if I want him to pick something up for me, I say, "Sure!" Without question he comes through in the clutch. Prime rib, filet mignon, babyback

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That's right, I shaved my head.Pros:I love rubbing the back od my head. What? Guys who stroke their goatees while being contemplative are just the same. Incidentally I love walking on faux mini-golf grass in my bare feet.Random girls at work come up to me and ask to rub my headI save money on shampoo.Whenever I need to defend someone's honor, my scissor kick-to-ridge hand-to-flying headbutt combo

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If a savior like return is good enough for one Rocket Roger Clemens and a favored son coming home return for Pedro Martinez then who am I to deny the denizens of QuansWorld their rightful content. After much clamoring the Quan has come back to the Blogosphere.Wow, that was a pretty much ado about something intro and frankly I don't think I'll be able to live up to it. But here goes: I've been

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Had my first bowl of cereal in seven months or so and damn son was it tasty. Basically been staying away from the stuff, but now I think I'm back on (off??) the wagon hard core. Due to my lactardedness towards milk and my disdain for eating within the first two hours of being awake haven't even bothered picking a box up of late. Heck it's not like there's any quality prizes in cereal anymore. In

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-1140709168207788182006-02-23T09:38:00.000-06:002006-02-23T09:39:28.210-06:00

Twelve compliments on my new haircut in my first 2 hours of work. My ego is approaching Kanye West proportions. I'm going to chat up the cute intern now.

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Wow I guess a year plus was all it took, but I’ve finally been accepted into the inner circle. Got asked to join a fantasy baseball league at work with the guys. They’re even calling me Quan in the emails, talk about being one of the cool kids.Normally the “new guy” ends up with the two-bit team of some guy who just didn’t care or bother to put his guys in. Little do they know that I’m not going

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So it’s bad enough that I have hair product that costs more than my dad pays for his actual entire hair cut. (Side note: I’ve come to grips paying way more than I ever thought I would for my own haircut about a year or so back.) But when I leave said hair product at a friend’s place in NYC from the weekend, I asked him to mail it back to me.

Quan Solohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13807478409254413664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7112775.post-1140061728035654902006-02-15T21:44:00.000-06:002006-02-15T21:49:28.123-06:00

Quan'sWorld distilled down to it's base elements courtesy of this site.

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The age old question, how old is too old, and more importantly how young is too young when dating someone. A simple mathematical formula, courtesy of my friend Alex.Your age divided in half then add seven. Simple as that.Let’s see: 25 / 2 = 12.5 + 7 = 19.5 My magic number is a sophomore to junior in college. Splendid!And in a totally unrelated story, little kids are incredibly gullible and thus

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And all it took was 47 minutes in the Red Sox Virtual Ticket Waiting Room. But come May 23, I'll be sitting beer and sausage in hand watching Pappi, Coco, et. al take on the Yanks. Ooo I wonder what kind of colorful worded Jonny Damon-bashing t-shirt I'll end up buying? My money is on "Hey Jonny, Michelle's a whore!"Been sifting through various fantasy sites and now's a good as time as ever to

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But my triforce of extreme happiness was bound to come tumbling down. So what makes up a triforce of happiness exactly? Well there's happiness with friends, relationships and profession. It was totally too good to be true. I've experienced an awesome year of meeting some amazing people. I've been going out more than ever and I've made some friends that are really special. Friends: check. As for

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And damn does it feel good. It's funny but blogging is only fun when things aren't going quite perfect. Maybe it's because no one wants to read about how awesome I've been of late, but more likely it's because I've been too busy to write i.e. getting my smooch on and putting up an awesome OPS at work of late. Well that's come to an end so your humble Quan is back. With a vengence.

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NOTE: This was supposed to be my last post for a while, but as my nature I did it half-assed and forgot to put it up at the time of its writing. As you can see by the content I think it was sometimes prior to Christmas, definetly before New Years. Anyways just imagine this as QuansWorld's suicide note, but I slit my wrists against the grain instead of with. Yup that was morbid, but that's how

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