Popopopo...

...popopopo-ker face.

There's a lot going on right now, not much to write about. I feel a little bit like someone put me in a small capsule capable of traveling great speeds (think smartcar if you attached like 6 million bottle rockets or one enormous bottle rocket to the back of it) pressed the go button and told me i wouldn't have to do anything until i got where i was going. So i sat in the tiny little space, waiting and watching where i went. And things happened and i guess i did something to make them happen but i just watched them happen and sometimes i thought about doing different things but i didn't do anything different and my brain feels very strange in that way that is associated with going so fast that time skews a little bit (think post-plane ride) and so now i just feel tired and maybe kind of helpless and a little confused about how i got to where i am.

Yeah. So that was mostly just so i could post this next thing without feeling like it was my only reason for getting on the brog. Because i know who reads this thing, i know that i already watched it with half of you. This is mostly for my sister, though, so it's all good.

Here you are, d.


Man i like that guy.

rg. slpy.

-kevjectile

A quick word on...

...Frank's Red Hot Wing Sauce



Made some fried chicken last night. It was...pretty good. Nice texture, served at the right temperature, breading stayed on. Unfortunately, it came up wayyyy short on flavor. Chalk it up to inadequate marination and not enough seasoning. Checked the fridge, no ketchup, no quality barbecue sauce, no dry seasoning that could do it. Clearly I'm DOOMED, right?

Not to be, friends.

Turns out we had some Frank's Red Hot that was left by my old awesome roommate whose husband loves chicken wings. We put that shit on the fried chicken and BAM! TASTE. SENSATION. Today, I mixed it accidentally with some bizarre salad dressing i made this week out of beer and mayonnaise. TASTE. SENSATION. These events alone probably wouldn't normally be enough reason for me to devote an entire twenty minutes to writing a blog post lauding a chicken wing sauce.

The fact that they play this ad on my favorite hip-hop station definitely is.



It's definitely better on the radio. Still, you get the idea of why i might have grown to love this hot sauce product so quickly.

I put that shit on everything.

-kev's red hot

It's a week for...

...masters.

I guess i'm officially one. A 'master' of international affairs. Whatever the fuck that means. Technically, it means i defended a thesis last thursday and i'll get a degree conferred upon me in May that indicates that i'm qualified to...well, to do something. Not sure what yet.

I also took my dad to see the Masters Golf Tournament. It's not something i would do for myself. But he likes golf. Look how much he likes golf!:



We saw tiger woods.



My dad tried to give him a fist bump. Tiger was having none of it.



Here i am with Vijay Singh. I think Vijay Singh is a good golfer.



Really, as pro golf tournaments go, this one was pretty awesome (admittedly, I've never seen any other pro golf tournaments). I saw a bunch of good golfers up close, i got to hang out with my dad, the weather was nice, the beer was cheap. There was one thing missing, though.

Shingo Katayama. He may have overtaken some other guys as my favorite pro golfer ever.



You'll notice that this is the one foto pulled from the internet.

This is because even though we made a frantic effort to find one very awesome Japanese guy in one very tiny cowboy hat, our mission was not accomplished.

His cowboy hat is so tiny!

-kevgusta

p.s. I'm moving to new york city.

I'm...

...pregnant.

April Fools.

-kevster