Today for lunch, a co-worker and myself wanted to try this Thai place on 4th that we had passed by a couple days ago. When we got there, it was closed. This place was only open for lunch on Mondays and Fridays. That's a bit weird.

The Flying Swan is closed on Wednesdays. There's a Greek place by our work that's closed on Mondays. It's hard to keep track of all these different places and when they're closed and when they're open.

Closed on Mondays, I've heard of that before. Closed on any other days, that's something I need to get used to. Maybe it's carefree Kits lifestyle. Restaurant owners need a break to enjoy life. If that's the case, good for them, but I gotta a blog to write here.

We went to Connie's instead, sweet and sour pork with rice.

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5. "Friday? The gynecologist left on vacation on Monday!"

4. "If you like that, you should see what happens when I have a salami!"

3. "So the deer says to the squirrel, 'Wait, you can't drive either?'"

2. "No, but if you keep doing that, my goiter won't be much of a problem anymore."

And the number one punchline to an unfunny joke I made up is...

1. "As the pastor pulled up his pants, the old lady whispered to me, 'It goes in reverse too?'"

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I know that daylight saving time can cause problems for some people but it's quite nice to get home while it's still light outside. For the last two days, it's been so weird to get on the bus home while the sky is still blue. It's still blue when I go through the front door. It feels like I have more time in the evening to do stuff... like to go to Wal-Mart.

The high is supposed to be 15 degree Celsius tomorrow. If this keeps up, I may have to retire my winter coat for the season. Old Ethel may be heading to the closet soon. The good weather also makes me want to play ball again. I know a few of the boys at work have gloves. Maybe I can convince them to toss the ball around during lunch.

Today for lunch, I had hamburger steak, peas, sauteed onions, fries, and gravy. It did not sit well. We'll leave it at that.

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I was in the shower tonight thinking of what to write for this evening's post. All my ideas were too lame or weak to carry a good post by itself. So I've decided to shove 'em all together in the hopes they'll become one large, bad post.

Hey, if you know me, you'll know that I love pho. If I've shared a good bowl of pho with you, that wasn't just a regular meal we had... that was almost a religious experience. Anyways, in a previous post, I lamented the lack of pho joints downtown. Well, someone heard my call. I was on a bus the other day going north along Granville when I spotted a pho place on Davie. It's called Pho N Rolls I think. I barely saw the purple neon sign in time. The next time I'm downtown and need lunch or dinner or a snack, I'm going to try it out. Who wants to join me?

In other news, in a sure sign that I'm getting old, I'm forgetting names. Sure some people, no matter what age, always have problems remembering names. That was never me though. I used to hang onto names years after I last talked to or saw a person. After university, I could probably rattle off nearly every person I went to elementary school with. Times are different though. Don't tell anyone this but I forgot the name of an SJC resident I used to see quite frequently last year. This person was always at dinner at my table and this person used to attend the same SJC events that I did. I saw this same person over the weekend and I didn't know their name. Because I'm sauve and deboner, I handled the situation deftly but a lesser man would have choked at the social awkwardness.

I strived for days to remember this person's name using sheer will but it would not come to me. I took a class once where we briefly discussed how humans encode and store info and why we can't remember. There are two theories. The first is that the info gets corrupted or lost somehow, so when we try to remember it's gone. The second is that the info is still tucked away in our brain somewhere, pristine in condition, yet somehow, we cannot get to it again.

Where was I? Oh yeah, so I broke down and scoured my e-mail archives because I remember this person's name was on a few e-mails that got sent out a few months ago. So mystery solved. Tyson Brust, I will never forget your name again. Ha ha ha... I'm a funny guy.

And I'll leave you with a story about man who got his penis bitten by a hooker.

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After a long hiatus, the erwintang.com interviews return with a new installment. Our focus this time around is the lovely Sarah Kidd. I would like to thank Sarah for taking the time out to participate. You may read her interview here.

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