When I’m stressing out, I eat candy. Sour candy. Sour straws. Sour Mambas. Sour Spaghetti. And Starbursts. Well the Starbursts aren’t sour, but still. Cavities beat smoking. And Kate beats me if I drink everyday. Not really. But really.
Non-smoking Smoking Breaks
March 30th, 2011I Don’ts Fux With Maths
March 29th, 2011Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
I have 3/4 of half a sammich to let u eat
whatever that figure is
5:55 PM
Jeffrey Tanhueco
2/5?
5:57 PM
Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
hmmm… not quite i think
5:57 PM
Jeffrey Tanhueco
5/7
6/9!
i dunno my head hurts…
5:59 PM
Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
AHAH
3/8. OMG. I HAD TO DRAW A DIAGRAM
6:00 PM
Jeffrey Tanhueco
o cool i was close!
6:00 PM
Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
not really
but its ok
ur handsome
Our Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
March 4th, 2011I was sitting on the couch, playing NBA2K11. Kate got home from work. So we chilled on the couch a bit. We kissed and exchanged hugs. Then Kate pretends to fall onto the couch, waiting for me to catch her.
Kate:
Oh no! I’m falling. Hug me like I’m dying.
Jeff:
I got you! My turn!
Hold me like we just got back from the doctor’s and they told us I have cancer and two more weeks to live!
Kate:
*begins to tear up*
Jeff:
Oh shit! Sorry! I won’t die. I can’t die. I’m immortal. I forgot to tell you! Yeah! It was in an email!
Kate:
Stupid! Take it back.
…
We proceeded to eat dinner and have a jolly old time. Yeah… that’s our love. Amidst the cheesiness, you gotta keep it raw and full of hawrt *daps*pound*
King of Limbs
February 22nd, 2011Radiohead’s King of Limbs. Percussion. Engineered lo-fi. Scratchy guitar. Thom’s howling. Awesome. Nothing mind-blowing, but it’s definitely a solid album I can throw it in the mix of other like-sounding albums. I highly approve. It actually has me listening to past albums. Man it’s been a while since I had a good Radiohead listening session.
Rozay!
February 18th, 2011Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
man i love rick ross
reminds me of myself
3:29 PM
Jeffrey Tanhueco
hahahah
a big softy inside
3:29 PM
Kate Reyes-Tanhueco
soft on the inside. hella hawrd outside
Yep. That’s my wife. Rozay!
Hit-and-Run Fool
February 1st, 2011I wrote a long list of things I wish would happen to the person who hit my kid brother’s car at 1 in the morning on Monday. It was close to being a novel that Urban Outiftters would sale in the clearance section but I opted to take out all the morbid things—you know, to keep up with my nice guy appeal. Ha. So here’s that very short list of things I hope happen to the person responsible for hitting my kid brother’s car:
- You ALWAYS pick the line with the longest wait at the grocery store.
- Your DVD rentals always arrive scratched.
- You discover you bought expired milk when it’s already too late.
- You ALWAYS overclip your toenails.
- Flies keep following you.
- Your toilet doesn’t flush and not even the best plumbers in the world can fix it because you’re a poop and your poop is really big and it permanently damages your plumbing.
- You wear a wool sweater the day you meet a person who breathes fire AND he has a bad cough that day.
So yeah… You’re basically screwed.
Highs and Lows
January 27th, 2011Doctors told me I have low thiamine, low vitamin D and high blood pressure.My doctors also told me to cut down on alcohol. So I did. 2 months later, my doctors told me no alcohol whatsoever…
So here are some things I want to do to occupy my time since I cannot drink—socially, leisurely, or simply for the taste of good whiskey and wine. Note: I love whiskey. I love wine.
Get a pet snake.
Sign up for a marathon. Don’t train. Just run it.
Fight a bear.
Start my own religion.
Stalk a ventriloquist.
Build a life-size Mario Bros 1, World 2, diorama.
Invent a disease and cure it.
Rob a robber.
File bankruptcy.
Fight all members in a fight club in one night.
Paint my living room with a Q-Tip.
Count sand.
Get a tattoo for each day I’m dry for the next few months.
=w=
November 29th, 2010Rewind 16 years. I was introduced to Weezer—you know, that nerdy rock band in that Happy Days music video? Rewind 13 years ago when Blue Album and Pinkerton ruled my music rotation—when Weezer songs dominated a majority of my garage band’s setlist.
I haven’t bumped Weezer in a long while but the moment I hear Rivers begin picking his guitar to the Blue Album’s opening track, “My Name is Jonas,” every teenage emotion—excitement, anxiety, melancholy, romance—will punch me square in the face. And I’ll stand there smiling like a loon—punch-drunk.
And tonight’s Blue Album performance at the Nob Hill Masonic Center is only the warmup to tomorrow night’s Pinkerton. I have goosebumps thinking about hearing Pinkerton live—the album I thought Rivers swore he would never play live—an album that is easily one of my top 5 albums.
Blue Album. Pinkerton. Really the only two seven Weezer albums that matter to me—really the only two albums that aren’t obvious candidates for some after-school special playlist… and those chords, those words and the memories… I’m stoked.
Notable songs:
Say It Ain’t So (Blue Album)
Only in Dreams (Blue Album)
Across the Sea (Pinkerton)
The Good Life (Pinkerton)
Year of the Throwb@ack #throwback #oldschool
November 29th, 2010Year of the Throwb@ack #throwback #oldschool
Mobile food trucks and food carts killed it this year. I mean… all sorts of food at affordable prices. It’s nothing new though… There has always been food carts scattered across town and most of us have our food cart cult-following. For me, the best way to end a drunken bar crawl in the Mission is to stumble along Valencia looking for that bacon dog cart.
Then you have your fixed food carts and trucks… cobwebs flat tires and all. Well… almost. But I imagine posting up in one spot isn’t a good way to expose yourself across town. Enter Twitter. Twitter was a joke to me. I Tweet because it’s an industry best practice and it’s another channel to just type in words… Build uo a following… Tweet something random… sprinkle in a few good Tweets… bam. Ha. follow me (@jeffroxseven). Twitter’s biggest value is cyberstalking your favorite food cart. #commonsense, right?
So where’s that sisig taco truck? Where’s that’s adobo cart? That curry cart? Where’s that damn bacon dog cart? Follow them on Twitter to keep stay up-to-date. Yes… I encourage food cart/truck cyberstalking. What an age to live in. Combining the old school concept of food carts/trucks and Twitter.
Speaking of old school… I remember teasing myself about ten to fifteen years ago being a compact disc collector. I never really jumped on the vinyl bandwagon—and plus they sorta take a lot of space and space is something hard to come by in San Francisco. But compact discs… CDs… those plastic hi-quality audio discs… those are something I can swear by. And really, Kate and I only listen to CDs in the car—in its purer form, as an album, from track 1 until the end.
