Posts from January 2004
January 31, 2004
No translation needed...
Even the local spicy hot pot diner is on the anti-US beef campaign.
The Unnamables Live
We're still unnamed, but we're starting to sound like a band. Here's a recent bootleg from a Living Room Friday night. The song is called "Alligator Bogaloo" by Lou Donaldson.
Lanny - Guitar
Dazz- Drums
Aaron - Bass
Corbett - Sax
January 30, 2004
My music personality
4 hrs of sleep, need a coffee, and I'm sitting here taking this dumb test. What's wrong with me?
Apparently, this is what's wrong with me:
1) 84 % enjoys reflective and complex music
"People with high scores on the reflective and complex music-preference dimension tend to be open to new experiences, creative, intellectual, and enjoy trying new things. When it comes to politics, they tend to lean toward the liberal side. Wisdom, diversity, and fine arts are all important to them. When it comes to lifestyle, high scorers tend to be sophisticated, and relatively well off financially. After a hard day of work, if they're not listening to music or reading a book, they enjoy documentary films, independent, classic, or foreign films."
(This is spot on...)
24 % enjoys edgy and aggressive music
"People with low scores on the energetic and aggressive music-preference dimension don't get their kicks on skydiving or rock climbing. They tend to be friendly, less assertive than the average person, and conventional. They tend to place a lot of importance on family security, salvation, and tranquility. When they're not listening to music, watching television, or reading a book, they probably enjoy watching a dramatic movie, major motion picture, romance movie, or classic film."
(Yup, can't say I've been rock climbing or skydiving.)
50 % enjoys fun and simple music
"People with low scores on the fun and simple music-preference dimension tend to introverted, unconventional, and artistic. When it comes to morals and values, chances are that they lean toward the liberal side, and consider beauty and inner harmony important principles in life. When selecting a movie to watch, they prefer suspense movies, cult movies, or foreign films."
(Introverted liberal who seeks inner harmony and watches movies? Yes, Grasshopper...)
83 % enjoys energetic and upbeat music
"People with high scores on the energetic and upbeat music-preference dimension tend to be extraverted, relaxed, romantic, creative, and physically active. Friendships, freedom, and social recognition provide their lives with meaning and guidance. For a good party, fans of energetic and upbeat music, are the ones to call. Compared to people who do not like energetic and upbeat music, they tend to enjoy watching action movies, science fiction movies, gangster/mobster movies, comedy movies, and erotic films."
(I can party harder than most when I have to, and Mr. T rules.)
Find out your music personality
January 29, 2004
Root of SARS found
Dr. Christian Holm, noted genome reseacher has posted his findings about the root of all SARS.
January 26, 2004
Uncle Kashimoto
Uncle Kashimoto used to be a famous sumo wrestler. Then he married a young and pretty enka singer, and she introduced him to the Atkins diet. Two years later, this is what he looked like...
January 25, 2004
Cool jail entertainment
I dunno, I appreciate well built sites. My online entertainment for today is The Lexington-Fayette Urban County Government Division of Community Corrections in Lexington, Kentucky.
The past 24 hours booking section is very amusing.
The virtual tour allows you to see what your incarceration will look like.
You can see what jobs are available.
You can find the ladies' man who has absolutely no luck with moving vehicles.
...and the guy who never learns.
...and the bar fly junkie ex-strip club dancer from the 70's.
..and even the happy jazz drummer who knows the booking procedure all too well.
January 24, 2004
Brrrrrrr....
11c in the house is just way too cold for comfort. I look like some crazed French rasta hillbilly skier with my puffy stocking cap, two flannel shirts, two layers of fleece, and a thick scarf wrapped around my neck.
It's cold. Period. And coming from Colorado, this sounds wimpy here on an island in the South China Sea, but I've confirmed it with a Russian, a Swede, and a German. We're all freezing our butts off. Something about the humidity just seeps into the bones.
Juergen brought his kids over and we had some nice hot pot, and a few good games of Uno. The half bottle of scotch and a bottle of wine warmed me up for a couple of hours. After they left the we all huddled down under some blankets to watch Shallow Hal, and the only way to end this cold misery is to now go hide in bed.
The third day of the New Year leaves me wondering if I need this much rest. I'm used to operating on 6 hours a day, and it's weird adjusting to 12 hours suddenly. I know that just when you get used to it, it's all yanked out from under you, and you're back to 6 again, facing the reality of work.
January 23, 2004
Free site design offer to Edward De Bono, Part 3
Dear Mr. De Bono,
Thank you very much for your reply.
Regarding your website issue, here's how I am approaching this problem. I am approaching it laterally. Just as if approaching a problem with the De Bono method. Since websites are social communication phenomena, I have contacted several key "proponents" in the weblog (personal web log) community to open this problem up to them...
January 22, 2004
Free site design offer to Edward De Bono, Part 2
From: "Peter de Bono"
To: "Corbett"
Subject: Re: inquiry from Taiwan
Date: Wednesday, January 21, 2004 11:20 PM
Corbett
A possible answer to your second question - there is a certified trainer in Six Thinking Hats and Lateral Thinking in Taiwan - Gordon Yen tel: 886-7-330-1290. For some reason Taiwan was clubbed together with other Asian countries and the organisation in Singapore made responsible. I am responsible for mainland China - where we have a number of decertified trainers coming over from Taiwan. The programme should be available in Taiwan.
With regards the first point regarding the re-doing of the website - I am interested. The last time it was done by a Russian! Perhaps you might like to show me how you would tackle the problem.
Peter de Bono
Oh oh, I got a visit from the RIAA...
Saw in my logs that I had a visit from the RIAA yesterday. Wonder if they'll bring down a lawsuit on me for sharing my own music with others? That could be interesting.
And brings up a four-pronged question:
1) Would it really be illegal to allow people to download MP3s?
2) ...of music which I performed and recorded?
3) ...and never got paid royalties on from the record company?
4) ...in a country with no real IP protection?
January 21, 2004
Free site design offer to Edward De Bono
Dear Sirs:
Having read many of the De Bono books, his biography, and having applied his thinking techniques to my life and business, I have a couple of honest questions to ask:
1) Why is your website so terribly designed? For a man with such unconventional and provocative ideas, it seems ironic that you allow his web presence to be represented in such a boring, unprovocative, and conventional way. (Even my own personal site, www.3q2u.com, is more professional and interesting than Mr. De Bono's site, and I'm just a guy, not someone who is making waves in the world, and hanging out with Nobel Laureates and presidents of Fortune 500 companies)
I'd be honored if you would allow me to re-design your site FOR FREE, making it 1000% more usable, interesting, and visually appealing to your internet audiences. (...and letting the world know that you are not still living in the 1970's).
2) My second question is, I've been trying to find people in Taiwan to teach my staff and friend's staff about the De Bono techniques. The only information or support I have been able to find is from Singapore, and at a premium price including airfare. Why isn't your learning program available in Taiwan? If it needs support and committed people to get it launched, please put me at the top of your list of candidates to get it started here.
With regards,
Corbett Wall
Getting tougher to find good gay orgies anymore
What's this town coming to? Used to be that a good looking guy could go up to a door in an apartment complex, knock a secret knock, pay $NT200 at the door, take all his clothes off except for a G-string, pop some X, have free sex with a bunch of other guys...all to live thumping techno beats and slippery sperm covered floors.
Then the cops have to come in and bust it up, and take all 93 guys down to the station, where they do a mandatory AIDS test (because of the drugs, not because of the poking), and discover that 23 guys are positive. Then they even print a couple of the names in the paper...
Glad I missed that party.
January 20, 2004
Happy Monkey Year!
Happy Chinese New Year 2004! This year we've got it all planned out. One activity a day, lots of rest, plenty of food, and DVDs. We even have Scrabble, Monopoly, Chinese Checkers, Game of Life, Pick-up-sticks, Dominoes, Uno, and of course mahjong to keep everyone occupied.
Best of all I can finally sit down to see Infernal Affairs 2.
Let the Year of The Monkey bring good health, good fortune, and happiness to all.
January 19, 2004
Digital pain
We need to appreciate that we no longer have to use Win 98. Here's a shortlist of an entire evening wasted with Win 98, an audio card, a SCSI driver, and an old Pentium 2 280Mhz box.
The mission was simple: I had recorded our band live at a recent Living Room gig. I wanted to make a digital transfer of the recording from my Akai DR16 to my computer using a DAL Digital Only card. This way I could preserve the quality of the Akai's AD convertors, bypassing the PCs terrible soundcard. Once the transfer was made, I'd tweak it a bit in an audio editor, and burn it to CD. Simple stuff.
Now let the pain begin:
1) I pull out a spare box to pop the DAL card in, and to my chagrin realize that the card requires an ISA slot. None of the dozen PCs around the office have an ISA slot. Too old.
2) I remember having kept an old Pentium 2 ATX box somewhere in storage. Locate it, yes, it has 2 x ISA slots!
3) I turn the machine on. Sniff sniff, burning wire smell. Not good. Pop. The power blows.
4) Head down to the computer street and buy a new power source, install it, works. Boot up.
5) Box already has a clean working install of 98. Good.
6) Notice the FDD isn't working. Grab a spare floppy from a box to see if it's the floppy. Nope. Shut down computer. Exchange a working FDD from another box. That doesn't work either. Try a different floppy. Nope. Hmmm. Check all cables. Doesn't work. Reverse all cables. Aha! Works.
7) Start computer again. Turn around to sip cold coffee. Wonder why computer is taking so long to boot. Turn around and see a Linux 9 install loading on the screen. Horror! The blank floppy was a Linux install disk. Shit. Hurry. Turn off.
8) Reboot. Now it only goes to some wierd pre BIOs boot load config. Doesn't detect SCSI HDD anymore. Dig out an old Win 98 boot disk. Try that. Can't boot from floppy or HDD. Should I investigate, waste more time, or just reinstall Win 98? Sip. Sip. Think. Think. Reinstall.
9) Dig through millions of CDs for an old Win 98 disk. None. Call Christian. Yes. He has a copy. But it's in Swedish. Doesn't matter. As long as it works.
10) Drive over to Christian's house, get stuck in Taipei 101 traffic, pick up CD.
11) On way back to office, keep fuming about the Redhat boot disk incident. Stupid terrible luck. Shit fuck damn!
12) Realize that the unit doesn't have a CD to install new disk. Find an old SCSI CD-R, and install. SCSI Bios only detects CDR, no HDD. Unplug CDR, SCSI bios finds HDD. Only one, not both. Great. Can't install until problem is fixed.
13) Comb through BIOS setting to see if Linux boot disk did anything weird. Why is SCSI controller not working? What's this? 3COM BIOS preload program? Why is this loading? Zero in. Isolate problem. Fiddle with program. Try all statistical combinations. Finally trick it into "loading from Novell Network," then from CD, then floppy. No network, so it checks the CD. Boots original Windows 98! Back to step 6.
14) CD still doesn't work, but OS is there, and floppy works. Forget the CD. Onto installing the damned card.
15) ISA slot is partially blocked by weird black thing sticking out of adjacent NIC card. Have to shift cards over to make space. Shift shift. Install ISA card. Ah, remembered that this stupid ISA card needs a dedicated IRQ and 2 dedicated DMAs. Win 98 seems to randomly assign these settings. Lots of crashes and conflicts. Comb through motherboard configurations. Set up ISA slot to be IRQ 5 with DMA 6-7. Reboot.
16) At least 10 instances of Win 98 trying to install my new hardware. Can't find driver for the NIC card which 30 seconds ago worked fine. Go through 10 reboots. Aargh.
17) Search internet for 3Com NIC card driver. Only about 70 different combinations. Find the one I need. Download, try. Doesn't work. Download try another. Doesn't work. Download and try another. Installs. Whew. But no network connection.
18) Reconfigure all network connections. Loopback test. Nope. Network test. Nope. Hmmm. Download and try another driver. Installs. Reset all IPs. Unplug all LAN cables. Replug. Aha! Works. But only one computer can be seen on the Windows 2000 network. Forget it, will use that computer as transfer folder.
19) The one computer disappears.
20) Go through all possible reinstalls of network neighborhood, file sharing, IPX, Netbui, TCP/IP. Still only one computer seen. Seach all others. Nope. Nagging suspicion that DNS is set wrong by internal technicians. Check each machine in office. One machine has wrong DNS set up. That happens to be the only one seen by Win 98. Hmmm. Change it's DNS. Voila. ?? All computers on network are available.
21) Carry box to my desk. Plug Akai DR16 into DAL digital only card. Realize that I need audio software on the DAL box in order to record. Look around office for disks. Remember that the new box's CD doesn't work. Go online, search some Opensource freeware audio program. Install.
22) Press "play" on Akai, "record" on freeware program, and amazing....it actually works.
All this just to get something to work. No wonder people use Macs.
January 17, 2004
Hot chicks, hot cars, hot pee
Taiwan Auto Show 2004
January 14, 2004
Spiritual mafia
I was in somewhere in Queens and was busy rolling up a dead body in a big Persian rug. The guy was pretty heavy, and I was sweating a lot trying to hold him all together with black garbage bags and duct tape.
I threw the rolled up dead guy over my shoulder and took him down the elevator to the dumpsters while Irene held the door. His head kept flopping back and forth, and banging against the elevator wall. When we got out of the elevator, I rolled him down the stairs, and sort of cringed as he made mushing sounds each time he cracked his head or broke an arm. Then I managed to get him up into the dumpster.
I looked over at Irene, and said "Why don't we do this at night like they do in the movies?" She said, "That'd be too obvious. This way it looks like we're throwing away an old rug. Who would be crazy enough to dispose of a body in broad daylight?"
This seemed to make a lot of sense.
Over the next few weeks, I got pretty good wrapping, rolling, and tossing these dead guys into the dumpster. One day I got a bit worried because we didn't have a carpet to roll the new guy up in, so I just rolled him up in duct tape and stuck him in the black bags. This wasn't the best solution because you could sort of see the shape of his head, where his eyes and nose were, the shape of his shoulders, and also his knees would buckle a lot. I had him sort of leaning against the elevator wall, while I propped my back against him, when several old ladies got in. They looked at me strangely, but I just politely smiled and nodded. Meanwhile, the guy's head starts flopping around. I say, "This damned carpet is so old. Can't wait to get a new one. I give Irene a worried look, and the ladies get off at the lobby. We continue down to the dumpster level.
"Irene, I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time now. Why the hell are we killing these people and dumping their bodies into dumpsters all over the city? This can't be right. What if we get caught?"
She says to me matter of factly, "Well, you know the mafia right? They whack you if you screw them. Fenced goods, money, drugs, diamonds. It's their way of dealing with the people who commit some kind of material offence against them. Those people have taken something away from the mafia, so they wind up dead. What we're doing is similar, but for much different reasons. We're the spiritual mafia. The people we whack deserve it because they've done some awful spiritual injustice to us. They've tried to take away a part of our spiritual well being and decency. These are people who are unkind, dishonest, cheap, and rude. They don't care about anything but themselves. They lie, they use people around them, and they are always out for their own personal gain at the expense of others. Don't you feel better knowing you'll never have to see these people again? They're out of everyone's lives for good now."
This seemed to make a lot of sense too, I realized, as I walked back to the apartment for my next load.
January 13, 2004
Spicy Wei-ya!
We decided at the last minute to have a spicy hot pot (ma la huo guo) wei ya for the Living Room staff. A wei ya is sort of a year end dinner for staff. The scary red stuff in the foreground is one of the pots of spice we were about to dive into. (The guys are sitting at the other table.) With ma la there are usually three levels of heat. We went for medium (level 2), which usually gives your sphincter some serious morning workout. Fortunately, it wasn't that hot today.
The girls can usually go through twice what the guys can. I bonked after about 3000 calories and six scoops of ice cream to cool off.
January 10, 2004
Trains, guitars, tall guys
JP stopped by this evening to say hi. He had a great close to his year. On 12/31/03 Alcatel just signed Taiwan's biggest railway improvement deal. Not the hi-speed rail, but old fashioned ka-chunk ka-chunk trains where you see the tracks whiz by when you flush your poop. Anyway, the deal is a $27 million USD deal to install little electronic axle counters next to the tracks. WTF?!
So we're going to see Wu Bai at Plush on Monday to celebrate. It's funny to think that Wu Bai and I actually tried to start a band together way back then. One jazz saxophone, one Les Paul. No drummer. A few beers.
There was this really nice Aussie who came into the Living Room tonight, and he was 203cm tall. The girls here were like unnhhh uhhh guhhh, because I don't think they ever had to talk to a man's belly button before.
I had to answer some really dumb questions tonight.
"Why do you play that French CD?"
"Because I like it."
"But why do you play it."
"Because I like it."
"Oh."
January 09, 2004
Privacy Shmivacy
I posted an entry about a buddy of mine who is a wimpy basketball player, and has this really awesome home AV system, and how it was his birthday, blah, blah...Well, he also happens to be a famous superstar for some people, so a "concerned fan" wrote to ask who I was and how could I "share" this guy's personal information on the internet, when everyone knows how private he is:
"Who wrote this article? what is the name of this person who posted this on the web? is he really Jerry's friend? it seemed realistic but Jerry's pals wldnt say much abt his pricate life on the internet for they shld know how he wants his private life private. jst a comment from a concerned Ah Xu supporter."
I actually dwelled on it for a whole 20 seconds. So it's not proper for me to write about my own life events, if they just happen to coincide with a guy who is popular? His being mentioned as part of my boring blog is an intrusion into his privacy? I don't get it. I never even mentioned the dozens of hot naked model babes sliding around on the whipped cream covered floor, the piles of illegal wild herbs and chemicals, the wild video taping, or even the little Catholic boys...
o(^_-)O
(kapow! a punch in the nose...)
January 08, 2004
Wow....I won!
Yeah!!!! I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won the Best Taiwanese Blog Contest...
Now what??
Well, first thing, I got to read a lot of cool blogs from Taiwan and other countries.
Second, I got to waste a lot of extra time online.
And finally, I have a good reason to throw a party.
Party details will be posted later. Definitely before Chinese New Year. Does anyone have Uma Thurman's number?
Thanks to anyone who voted for 3q2u, and if you didn't vote, I hope you at least read someone else's blog, because that's what this is all about. Finding out what's out there.
All the winners are listed here. Go have a good read.
January 06, 2004
2nd Level of Hell
I have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. I have betrayed reason at the behest of my appetite for pleasure, and so here I am doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in my fate.
2nd level is a bummer. It's hot. People are rude. But Cleo and I have this thing going on. (If only she would leave that damned snake out of the bed...)
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished me to the Second Level of Hell!
I'm at the Second Level with my lustful friend Christofu who forced me to commit sinful acts with him in college, and never ever updates his blog:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
January 04, 2004
Salamander stories: Part 1
Salamander cried when he saw the outcome. The Jets were ahead by 17. "Shit. Fuck. What is this disaster? I've lost $50." Then he sunk into his chair and sulked. Grenda walked back in from the kitchen carrying two Smirnoff Ice's and a bag of Doritos in her teeth. "It's only football you dork," she said as she kicked his feet off the end table. "You think you're depressed, I was just quoted in a NY Observer article talking about how vagina size matters. Now everyone comes up to me and says 'Hey there Big V....How's the canyon?...Yo le de yoooo?' It's horrible."
"You were talking about vagina sizes? Why?!" Salamander grimaced as he thought about it. Wild vaginas of all sizes running through the streets of New York. "Isn't it penis size that matters?"
"Yeah, I thought so too, but actually it's all about the grip. Or so it says in the article. Friction is the formula."
"I remember this one skinny model girl I hooked up with once. Her vagina was like the Bat cave. 'Helllloooo? Anyone in therrrrrreeeee?' You know what I'm saying? I never felt more lonely in my whole life."
"You're a pig," shot back Grenda. "A pig, pig, gross disgusting, asshole PIG."
"But a pig with a matching vagina," he smiled back.
"Let's just drop the subject, OK?" Grenda didn't want to hear about skinny model girls. As far as she was concerned, all of Salamander's past, present, and future, was wrapped up inexorably in her life. All hers. Forever hers.
Grenda came from a place where people thought lawyers were a big deal, and knew how much weight a Ford F-100 could haul. She knew how to bake a pie, make eggnog, and how to chop firewood. Salamander was completely different. He was Puerto Rican Chinese and ....
[So what happens next? Give me a suggestion.]
I'm JFK
OK, so it's Sunday, I'm zoning out looking at people's blogs, and I stumble across "What Famous Leader Are You?" and I know deep in my bones I'm either a Roosevelt or JFK, but I take the test anyway, and of course, and there you have it, I'm JFK. Just read "The Switch" from a few days ago for pure blonde proof.
January 03, 2004
Ben & Corbett on Peak 95
Ben called around 1pm and asked if I wanted to hike Elephant mountain. Sure. Exercize is good. Imagine 3 hrs of Stairmaster, and you'll get the idea of a hike in Taiwan. (I think the real fact is that no female-on-the-horizon wanted to do the climb on a Saturday, so I was called in as the ringer. This is a cool hike because it's only five minutes from the city, and you can measure your progress against the 101 building. You begin to gain a little respect for how damned tall the 101 is when you get to the top of a peak, and it's still towering above you. Peak 95 is a good vantage point for a complete S.E. Taipei vista.
Tall buildings and rich people
Every once-in-a-while my partner makes a profoundly astute observation which makes me realize why I married her.
We drive over a bridge every day that has a perfect panoramic view of Taipei 101. There's no spectacular excitement for us living in the city with the tallest building. For many locals this is a BIG DEAL. They flock to the building in double decker tour busses. They point to the sky. They take pictures. They oogle and awe.
The other day I said, "Gee, it really doesn't look that tall." And Irene popped back, "It's just like rich people."
"What?"
"The reason it doesn't look so tall is because there are no other tall buildings around it to compare it too. If there were, it'd be very tall. That's just the same as rich people. Rich people need to be around other rich people, so they can compare their wealth and look rich. They don't look as rich when they are around poor people. Nothing to compare."
Hmmm....
(photo by Christian)
January 02, 2004
The switch
Exhaustion makes for interesting dreams...
I was dating this nice blonde co-ed, a Kappa-Southern-California-yellow-VW-Beetle-convertable-type of girl, who looked pretty much like most cute blonde co-eds do. I think she was going to USC and studying Psychology. The relationship consisted of concerts, parties, making out, and discussions about her issues. That was all pretty OK. I was something like 27. She was 21.
There was another guy, Mitch, who was dating her twin sister. Twin sister was cute too, but into different things. She had a couple of tattoos, died her hair black, studied pagan religions, and followed indie bands around LA.
They lived in this huge 70's style white ranch home overlooking Hollywood Hills, and every once in a while, I'd run into Mitch watching TV or getting something from the fridge. So we talked, hung out a couple of times, and eventually became friends. The sisters never talked to each other, and communicated by leaving small stick-up messages next to the phone.
One day Mitch calls me, and asks me to pick up his girl [indie twin] after work, so she could get a ride home. Apparently he had promised to pick her up, but was still out somewhere with friends, and wasn't going to make it. So I wait until like 2am in front of some LA bar to pick her up, then drove her home. We talk a bit on the 30 minute ride to her house. This is the first time I've really talked to her. She's actually very cool and interesting. I drop her off, go in to say hi to her sister, who's not there, we chat some more waiting for Mitch, and to make a long story short, we end up hooking up. I spend the night rockin' indie twin.
The next morning, I'm heading out early when I run into Mitch in the kitchen. He looks a little surprised, and I realize that he'd been out with my girl [sorority twin] all night. He seems pretty embarassed and sheepish until he realizes that I had been sleeping with his girlfriend. There's a moment of tension, and then we laugh. We had just done a switch.
We know the girls would never go for this arrangement, so we decide on the spot to just keep this little mix up between us. He continues dating indie twin and I continue dating sorority twin, but we both still maintain illicit relationships with each other's girlfriend. This way, everyone is happy, we're both in heaven, and each sister is happy thinking she's duping the other.
This is all fine until one day mom comes back from some extended work/holiday. Mom is a high powered CEO for a Fortune 500 company, divorced, and figures the girls can take care of themselves. Mom asks the girls to put together a dinner for their current boyfriends. So Mitch and I are invited to a homestyle meet the parent kind of dinner. Dinner is conservative, the girls glare at each other, and mom seems happy to be back home.
After dinner Mitch and indie twin head out to a concert, sorority twin says she has some important sorority meeting and takes off, leaving me helping mom clean up the dinner. Mom is called Rachel I find out. She asks me about the girls, what I do [I'm some sort of financially independent writer apparently], and I ask her about her company, and how she deals with the presure of having twins and running a huge business. I help finish cleaning up, thank her for her hospitality, and head back to my apartment.
The dream ends a few months later with me picking up Rachel from the airport. We are obviously a close couple now. I kiss her deeply and she wraps her arms around me. I ask her about her trip, she tells me she's exhausted and wants to go home. We get into a car and I drive away.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
