Author: Erwin

It’s one of those nights where I don’t have the time to hammer out a thought-provoking, relevant, serious yet amusing post. So instead, let’s play a game. Can you guess why I didn’t have time? Just leave your answer as a comment.

The person with the best entry gets a free t-shirt (see post below). Now, while I’m on the subject of t-shirts, I’m kinda amazed that so few people have signed up for some ET.com swag. Considering I’m paying for the shirts and the shipping, it’s a pretty good deal. Either you don’t want a piece of ET.com clothing (which is ok) or you’re too lazy to leave a comment or send an e-mail (which would be lame). I have a third theory, which is some of you don’t want me to know you’re visiting my site. Yeah, I know some of you mofos are lurkers. That’s cool too, because in the end, you’re still reading my stuff and that’s all I ask for. Though, come on, free stuff!

I’ve been thinking about this for over a year now but now it’s time to put things in motion. I’d like to get 15 to 20 t-shirts printed up with my web site address on them. I’d also like to give them away to people. The question is, would any of you want them? Would you wear them? I think they might make nice sleep shirts or something to wear when you’re working around the house. I’m not asking you to pimp out my site on Robson or anything.

I’m in the process of getting some quotes from a few places. Before I do though, I’d like to know how many people would want to get such a free shirt. If there’s no interest, I don’t want to be left holding 20 t-shirts. So, if you want one, please e-mail me here or leave a comment on this post.

Hopefully, there will be some interest but not too much since this will probably wind up costing me a few bucks. One final thing, these custom clothing sites are pretty cool. You can do a lot of the design on your browser. If you click here, you can see what a pair of erwintang.com panties would look like!

In a previous post, I wrote about the “I Saw You” ads in the Georgia Straight. I read them once in a while for cheap entertainment. There was an ad that I read today that stood out from the rest:

Room Next Door

When: last Saturday morning. Where: coming out of my roommates room (he won’t tell me your name). You: Blond, very cute, slightly disheveled looking, wearing pink panties and a white tank-top. Asked where the bathroom is. Me: army pants and a black t-shirt, making coffee. Wish I’d offered you some. Not too late I hope…

Ok, let me get this straight… this dude gets up in the morning and starts to make coffee. This girl comes out of his roommate’s room in the morning. She’s clearly some hookup that happened the night before. The dude later asks his roommate what her name is and he refuses to give it to him. From the sounds of it, the roommate is done with this girl now so army pants wants in on the action?

WTF? Am I the only one thinking army pants has some serious issues about the women he’s choosing to go after? I want to e-mail this guy just so he can give me an update. Hell, let’s all e-mail him.

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.

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?'”

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.

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.

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.

My hair ain’t looking so good right. I tried to book an appointment with my hair cutter lady for Friday. She was all booked up. I had to settle for Monday. That is all.

I’ve got little time to dispense nuggets of wisdom, so I’ll tell ya what I had for dinner tonight. Butter chicken, chicken korma, and naan bread.