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Yeah, I’m still here.

I know. I haven’t updated in forever. But I have reasons.

I have this thing that I’ve been doing since college. It’d be my profession if I could actually earning a living from it. But since I can’t, I write books. Anyway, this hobby has kicked into overdrive over the last few weeks.

I went to Japan to be with all of the other people that do what I do, and was fortunate enough to be able to go with some of the people at my local branch that decided to go, including a very good friend of mine whom I’ve been trying to get to accompany me for years now. It was a very busy and exhausting, but it ended up being a great time for everyone. Definitely one for the books.

Then I came back and began the super annoying process of re-acclimating my body to my original time zone. Ever been super tired, go to sleep then wake up four hours later anyway? Yeah. It’s as fun as it sounds. Even better is getting obnoxiously sleepy right in the middle of the afternoon. The only thing for it is lots of water and napping. I really don’t get the people who just force themselves back on schedule. I have to say… that shit don’t work for me.

Oh, but it gets better. I was also the primary organizer for an anniversary party celebrating a quarter century of our branch’s continued participation in the aforementioned hobby. I had help of course, but I was the one who provided the vision. Last night, this vision came to be realized. And it didn’t. Things never seem to go as I imagine they will. But all of the primary components were there, just not in the order I had thought them to be. I kept it loose, listened to my teacher who gave excellent on the fly advice, and everything turned out a-ok. I’m fortunate to have colleagues with low standards.

I’m very glad that’s done and over with.

Or I’d like to say that, but it’s not quite over. There’s still some of the aftermath to deal with, but today I’m just going to relax a bit.

Work on the sequel to Buried Instincts has slowed to a crawl unfortunately. I’ve managed to sneak in an hour of writing here and there. Jet lag’s a bitch and so is putting on hooplah. I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow when I expect to just be able to get some coffee and immerse myself into Blake’s post-apocalyptic adventure again.

There’s good things coming!

Yeah, I know. It’s been a while since I last posted anything. I’ve actually been very productive on the sequel to Buried Instincts, so I’ve been putting off doing things like updating my website. Or exercising.

But without further ado, here’s a little news that might be interesting.

So last Saturday night I’m up late because I’m always up late. It’s around 2am and I’m playing video games when I hear a bunch of partiers in the street. Well, it is LA after all. I don’t even get up to look. I’m not so old yet that I go out in my long johns and angrily shake my fist at them. Also, I don’t have long johns. I’m too fat to wear them without sweating. I’m not even sure why I brought it up.

They eventually leave, and relative peace returns. An hour later I go down to do dishes. Yeah, I know. At 3am? But something is off. As I’m washing the dishes, I notice the water pressure is way weaker than it should be. In my brain, somehow I think it’s connected to the partiers from before. I look out the window. Hmmm, that’s weird. Is it raining? Well, I’m sure it’s not raining, I would’ve heard it. SO WHY IS THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE STREET COVERED WITH WATER?!

Of course, I put on proper disaster gear. Basketball shorts and a t-shirt thus donned, I run out into the street. The street has cracked and water is bubbling out of the damaged sections!

By now, other people are also starting to notice what’s going on. Especially the people who live on the opposite side of the street. At this point, I decide to call the LADWP. I saw on their website that they will talk to you 24/7 if there’s an emergency.

I decide this constitutes an emergency. I navigate through their automated system. I get a person. I tell him water’s coming up out of the god damn street. I give him the address. I give him my name. He promises to send someone out.

Go me. I could’ve just decided this was bullshit and gone to bed.

I decide that I’d better take a shower before they shut the water off. I barely manage to do so because I had to coax water into the shower head because the pressure sucks. I get myself into a state where I’m 95% less oily, pat myself on the back, then head back out.

My more astute neighbors are rallying people. A lot of them are moving their cars out of their parking to someplace more dry. Several drive over the hole in the street where water is coming out. It sounds crunchy and I question their common sense.

The fire department shows up. They walk around. The water continues. Well, I guess calling 911 is a good initial reaction. I’m not sure they were able to do anything. They eventually leave.

It’s after 4am now. I’ve been running in and out of my place giving updates to Maggie. This is the most exciting thing that’s happened in a while. A horde of people is now across the street watching their parking get more and more flooded. A few brave souls armor their legs in trash bags and wade out to their vehicles to move them. Finally the LADWP shows up to work their magic. The water is now off and isn’t coming out of the street anymore. Shows over for me. It’s 5am. Bed time.

I wake up and head outside to see what’s transpired since the sun came up. Well, since that time and add about 4 hours.

They blocked the street. That’s good. They’re fixing the pipe. Also good. And they’ve got a truck to pump all the water out of the flooded parking. Water’s still off. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was, however, surprised when I came back from running errands in the afternoon to discover the water was already back on. Unexpected! I thought for sure I’d have to drive to a gym to shower.

A day later it looks like this:

I have to say, for as much water that came out of the road, I was pretty impressed that it only took a full day to resolve this.

I still don’t know if the partiers I heard somehow caused this to happen. Maybe they were Fremen who plunked down a thumper to try to call a sandworm. But instead of a Shai-Hulud working for Uber showing up to take them home, they screwed up the water system. Dicks. And if I learned anything, it’s that when you’re looking for someplace to live, you should consider where the water is going to flow if the earth cracks and the waters come.

Been busy. Though I wish I could say it was all because I’ve been writing the next part of Buried Instincts.

Life happens.

My sister and her kids came to town, so I dropped a lot of my normal routine to spend time with them. My niece is still a whirlwind of personality. My nephew is still a sweet kid, and apparently flush with cash. Over $400 at last count! We spent some time eating ramen in Little Tokyo and a day in Legoland. On the way to the theme park we accidentally learned how toll roads work in Orange County. My nephew enjoyed Legoland and enjoys theme parks in general. My niece… not so much this time. Any roller coaster and any ride with a line that goes through a dimly lit area was scary. She wouldn’t even go on the very kid friendly submarine ride. I think about halfway through she started to have fun. Always gratifying to drive a long distance, spend gobs of money, only to insist about an hour in that one of the kids wants to go home.

They went back home the next day and the court called me in.

Somehow, lawyers love me. The last two times I was called into a courtroom to participate in the jury selection process I was selected. The first was some old guy trying to get out of his DUI. The defense didn’t even dispute any of the evidence which was basically that the guy add alcohol in his blood stream. In her closing argument she weaved a fantastic tale where the cops were just conspiring to set up a poor old man. We had to remind a few of the jurors that there was no evidence of this. I was actually excited to sit on the trial. I have played most of the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney games and when the cops, the science experts, and witnesses were on the standing, I was looking for contradictions and taking notes. I think the time practically flew by. The only complaint I have is that courts usually start early in the morning. I don’t usually start early in the morning, thus I don’t look forward to performing my civic duty. When the jury finally entered deliberations, I was shocked to learn that most of them thought this trial was a big waste of time. In retrospect, they were right. Man, I even wore slacks and a buttoned down shirt. When I got back to the office, my female co-workers were even acting perkier than usual around me.

The second trial was a civil case. During the jury selection process they excused juror after juror until I ended up in the box. Once I made it in there they were thrilled of course. Then I got to see a whole slew of evidence against a millionaire who had a friend come up with an idea for a product they could market on QVC. The millionaire tried to cut his pal out of the deal. At the end, once we deliberated we all had great dislike for the plaintiff. His personality, maybe? The defendant lost, and we had to come up with a dollar amount to punish him. But the jury didn’t like the idea that the plaintiff was the one receiving the money. We ended up just pulling numbers out of our asses and averaging it together.

So this time, I thought for sure I would have to be on the jury again, because I was called into the courtroom. This time it was a murder trial. Maybe I wouldn’t be disappointed to get picked! Besides, with my book selling the way it is, $15 a day is actually a raise for me. Ah, but this would be the longest jury selection process I’ve experienced. It took three days for me even to reach the jury box after the lawyers dismissed potential juror after juror for who knows why? A lot of them seemed like perfectly normal people to me? So once I made it to the box, I thought for sure I was going to see it through to the end. During the questioning process, they brought a whole new group of jurors into the court. This was also something I hadn’t seen before. Meat for the grinder.

Anyway, after the questions they sent a bunch more of the jurors packing and I got dropped into seat #1. I was #1 in the DUI trial so I resigned myself to my fate and went on the 15 minute morning break. When we got back, they rotated the last of the people from the initial group into the box, questioned them, then when it was time to excuse people, I was the first one excused. I was shocked. I wasn’t even trying to get out of doing it. Well, freedom does taste good, and I was happy to go back to my late waking schedule.

The questions though gave hints as to what strategies the prosecution and the defense were going to use. A gathered there was a lot of circumstantial evidence. I also gathered that if the defense could come up with an equal or better explanation of that evidence she could cast doubt on it.

I returned home and searched for information on this case. It did make the news! https://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2017/02/15/police-hunt-for-killer-after-womans-body-is-found-in-backyard-of-alhambra-home/

I thought about sitting in on the trial, but having to wake up early and my strong desire to keep writing my novel will keep me from going. I do wonder how it will go though.

So we’d eaten here once before. I looked on Yelp for a new place to celebrate my lady’s birthday. During that meal we decided that it was good and worthy of taking my mom for Mother’s Day. Fast forward to now.

It’s a nice restaurant. It’s located near the Century City Mall, surrounded by office buildings. It’s definitely the type of place where food is on the expensive side and you’re celebrating something. Great place for couples, but I think better to bring more people. If you’re a foodie and you’re concerned about overeating, I think bringing more people allows you to order more things to try. And this is certainly the type of restaurant where you’ll want to hop around the menu.

We started with a couple of salads. One, the beet salad, was a repeat from our previous experience. Turns out the lady is huge fan of beets, and the beet salad does not disappoint. How many of you know that there is more than one kind of beet?

The beet salad was just as good as I remember it. The little bits of cheese contrasted nicely with the sweetness of the beets.

I decided to order an avocado salad to sit next to the beet salad. We have four people, after all! The tomatillo in it was the big winner for me. I don’t like avocado by itself. But I love it when it accompanies things. Like in back bean soup. Or in my street tacos. The spiced peanuts in it were an interesting idea, but overall I feel like this salad was designed to let the avocados that were in it shine. Which was why for me, it fell a little short.

For the main courses we got Texas Quail over red eye gravy and polenta, diver scallops (another repeat from the first time), a BBQ pork belly sandwich, and the Angus flat iron steak (also a repeat). Sides were Russian potatoes, assorted mushrooms (repeat), and broccoli di Cicco.

I’m not a big fan of bird meat. Something about the texture is gross to me. But mom’s boyfriend enjoyed it. He was surprised by how good the gravy was to the point that he looked it up. And then after looking it up, questioned the waiter about it. The waiter then told us they had their own way of preparing it that wasn’t typical.

The diver scallops are good. I feel like when you order a dish at craft, the main ingredient of the dish is allowed to shine. We’d had them previously, but I think lunch time was a little different. At dinner, we got three scallops. At lunch we got three scallops and maybe a daikon salad?

We asked the flat iron steak to be cooked medium rare. This is because I trust them to actually cook it medium rare. If I were at another steak restaurant, I’d ask for it medium. We’d had this before but we wanted to make sure everyone got to try it. Again, the steak is the star of the show with everything else just boosting it up.

The BBQ pork sandwich was tasty. I was only able to eat half because I was too busy eating all of the other stuff. The sharpness of the cheddar went well with the tender pork. The bread was thick and toasted well. It came with what are doubtless, homemade chips. Simple flavors!

Potatoes were a mouthful each. Cooked with the skins still on.

I’m pretty sure you can choose to get a specific type of mushroom as a side. We always panic and go for the assortment.

The real surprise was the broccoli. It had some fried something in it. The broccoli was sauteed in lots of oil. There was no bitterness, just broccoli being elevated by the crunchy deliciousness that got mixed in. My mom ended up polishing it off. Highly recommended!

We shared two desserts. Ricotta Cheesecake with citrus and blood orange sorbet, and almond berry shortcake with market berries and raspberry ice cream.

The cheesecake was good. The sorbet was delicious, reminding me a lot of what we had in Portugal. All the different orange slices though didn’t really mesh well with the cheesecake, which was a little disappointing.

The hit for me was the shortcake, which surprised me because that’s not my usual fare. The cake component was crunchy and pleasant, working well with the cream and berries underneath it. I hit a super tart berry, but no one else had this happen, so I must’ve won the berry lottery. The raspberry ice cream that this was paired with was nothing short of amazing.

Every one was happy at the end. My mom thought since the portions were on the small side, she wasn’t going to get full. I doubt she’s going to be pulling through a drive thru on the way home.

Thanks craft! I’m looking for the next excuse to justify coming back!

So I noticed when I was driving near the Japantown area in West Los Angeles doing whatever it is that I do, one of our favorite places to get ramen, Dosanko, had disappeared with a new place already in its spot. I looked it up and I found that they’re in their grand opening phase of business and their signature items were being sold for 50% off. Well, I grabbed my lady and dragged her out to try Mogu Mogu! If you’re interested, mogu mogu is Japanese onomatopoeia that sounds like chewing.

So for starters, what is Mazemen? Ramen, hold the soup. Maze (まぜ) is translated by Google as meaning “mixed”. Men(麵) is noodles. So just a guess, noodles that you mix together?

Standard practice for us when we visit a new restaurant is to order two different items so that we can try each others food. We both opted for types of mazemen as this form of cuisine is new to us. She ordered the deluxe, I went for the cheese.

The server was very helpful in explaining the process of eating mazemen. I have to admit, I’m a bit of a sucker for foods that have some form of procedure. For example, in soba shops in Japan they will reserve the water the soba was boiled in and at the end of your meal, mix it with your soba dipping sauce giving you a nice soup to end your meal. So here’s what I got:

The first step, as they list it, is to take a picture and post it on social media. I’m pretty sure it’s an optional step, but maybe not so much these days… The second step is to mix it up for 30 seconds, resulting in:

Then I plowed through about half of it to get to the next step. The noodles were chewy. The flavors were nice! I’m enjoying the combination of all the toppings. The third step is to add their umami vinegar and mix that into what you have left to change the flavor. I’m a huge vinegar fan, so I was done to do this. And yes, it kind of turned my noodles into a different, but pleasant experience!

The final step is that they’ll give you a very small amount of rice to toss into the bowl to soak up whatever soup is left in there. It’s a practice that brought me back to when I was in Italy and they were telling me to sop up whatever sauce was left on my plate with bread.

Even with the small amount of rice, I found I hadn’t left enough sauce to soak the rice. But that’s really a me problem. Chalk that up to inexperience.

Overall, the food was tasted good. The service was quick and helpful. They did run us through the mazemen tutorial so if you’re not into reading the wall, don’t fret. The rpice without the grand opening promotion will be pretty standard for ramen, going around $10 for one of the standard options. I’d note they also have soup ramen as well and a variety of appetizers.

There’s a small amount of parking in an attached lot, and some metered street parking on Olympic. It’s far enough away from Japantown that I don’t think you’ll encounter the same parking nightmare when you come here. There are three tables for groups of 4 and six smaller ones for pairs. I didn’t visit the bathroom here, but if I know they have one from when it was Dosanko and Ramenya. Two screens were showing anime at the time I visited (just before noon). So if you’re a solo eater or you’re just not that into whoever you’re eating with, they got you covered.

I’ll be back, I’m looking forward to my next trip!

Mogu Mogu Ramen is located at 11555 W Olympic Blvd in Los Angeles. The cross street is Colby. They’re open for lunch Monday through Saturday from 11:30am until 3pm, then again from 5pm until 10pm. You can check them out at https://mogumoguus.com/

In case you’ve never heard of it, Initial D is a Japanese manga/anime about street racing. More specifically, the protagonist is a downhill racer who learned his skills by being forced to help his dad’s business out by delivering tofu to a hotel on the other side of a mountain pass.

I can guess what you’re thinking. I read a comic book and now I think I’m qualified to race in NASCAR.

Reading the story did not give me delusions of street racing grandeur. I don’t floor it the second the light turns green because I entered into some imaginary race with the cars that are adjacent to me.

Actually, what has happened is the manga has made me think about why Takumi is such a good driver, how he continues to grow throughout the story, and how I might be able to apply the same principles to my own driving.

For starters, Takumi once told his friends that his dad makes him deliver tofu with a paper cup of water placed in his cup holder. His dad said that if you drive too crazy, you’ll damage the tofu. You’ll know that you’re damaging the tofu if the water spills from the cup. So Takumi learned how to drive without spilling the water. Then he learned how to drive fast without spilling the water.

I did not attempt to replicate his training. There are speed bumps on my street and I’m pretty sure no matter how much I baby my car over those bumps, I’m going to splash water everywhere. Probably on to my crotch.

But what I did take away from it was that Takumi said it was really difficult to drive without spilling. If accelerating or braking was even a little rough, the water would fly out of the cup. Thinking about that idea, I tried to drive smoother by feathering the brake and being gentle with the accelerator. Something else that stuck out was that Natsuki (his girlfriend of sorts) said that she usually gets carsick, but doesn’t when Takumi drives. I wondered if that principle could be applied to my own girlfriend. The jury is still out on that, but I do now notice that when I ride in other peoples cars, their driving tends to be a lot rougher than my own. I’ve shared this with some people and they said that this style of driving is how limo drivers are supposed to drive.

And now because I’m paying attention to being more gentle with the pedals, I’ve also found that my brain is more focused on driving and made me more attentive. Trips to places aren’t as boring. Also because I’m actively trying not to have the people or objects in my car be affected by sudden changes in inertia, I’m more attentive to the speed and location of the cars around me. In general, I’m paying attention more and I think that’s a welcome thing in this world of distractions.

Another thing in the manga that the other characters discuss is why Takumi can beat newer, more powerful cars using an old 86. Part of the reason is that he only slows down when necessary to make turns and he places a minimum amount of stress on his tires and brakes. How am I applying this to everyday driving? By going more with the flow of traffic. Ever see those douchebags that weave in and out of traffic, changing lanes suddenly and powering down their new lane only to step on the brakes like five seconds later? Sometimes I pace my progress compared to those people and more often than not, when I stay in one lane I’ll still see that car several minutes later. It’s made me realize that in the grand scheme of things, driving like an idiot might save you a minute if you can somehow always make lane changes into the lane that has the fastest moving traffic. But what are the odds anyone can do that? So maybe you should chill out and just listen to some music? It’s safer to just go at whatever speed everyone else is going and there will likely be less accidents.

The manga and anime are among my favorites. I love the eurobeat soundtrack for all five seasons and sometimes when I’m working, I’ll have the anime playing in the background. Check out the series if you haven’t already! Don’t crash your car though.

What a day it’s been.

Every since we bought the place we currently live in there’s been an issue where whenever it rains hard one of the corners of our houses gets all damp. Tried to resolve the issue like 8 years ago, but the hole in the outside wall never got fixed (HoA issue) so we never repaired the wall. And honestly? We there’s been a drought for the period of time during which we’ve been here so it’s been pretty easy to ignore.

Until now.

The past couple of months it’s been raining. REALLY raining. Now we’ve got super blooms and butterflies. Oh, and the drought? It’s over. Yup. That’s how much it rained. And that corner in our home? By the end of February it was looking a lot worse. So we finally decided to get someone out here to fix it. Found someone we liked, they opened up the wall, confirmed where the leak is coming from, tore out all the mold and crap, set a big dehumidifier up. Fast forward to today, the guys have come back to take down our quarantined corner, I go down to let them in and the front door of the building is covered with eggs. I let them in still processing that, go out to look again, our cars which are in their carport to the left of the door are also covered in eggs.

I go into emergency mode and google “how to get egg off car”. A minute later I’m armed with a microfiber towel from Costco and a Daiso spray bottle filled with the last of my vinegar.

3 hours later I think I’ve reached the point where I can take the cars to a car wash. Of course, crap like this happens on the same day we have our lovely contractors rebuilding our corner and the adjacent closet which it turns out also was sucking up the rain water and increased our estimate to repair by half.

Oh, and that hole in the wall outside? Our contractor couldn’t fix it. He’d need approval from the HoA to fix it. He sealed it as best as he could, but he said it’s only 60%. The proper fix involves taking the awning off the wall, replacing the current drywall screw that’s holding that heavy thing there with a real screw meant to hold the load properly, seal the holes up, and then put the awning back on so that it’s actually flush with the wall.

If that happens, the next time it rains I would be sadly massaging my newly repaired corner of my home to feel if it’s getting damp. Instead, I will be on my balcony doing triumphant hip thrusts at the rain.

But for that to happen? Time to go into “get up in everyone’s ass” mode.

I have to wonder if I was the intended target. Which one of you vindictive people out there got upset with the way I drive? (That’s really all I can think of) Or were they upset with someone in the building and our cars were collateral damage? Or did someone buy too many eggs, the load got too heavy and they said, “Well, time to hurl them into a door and onto those cars over there.” We may never know.

And yes, with all this going on I haven’t gotten any work done. It’s really depressing because last night I was plowing along because things were getting good.

But for now? I just want someone to feed me and be nice to me. I swear my hands still smell like deviled eggs.

Well, not quite.

My mom came back from her trip to Taiwan to visit family, which means I was finally released from my cat sitting her tortie duty. That cat is really too much for us to live with. She chews on everything. Super social. Hyper energetic. I try to apply the Jackson Galaxy principles of understanding the cat but jeez Luiz. I had her chase a cat toy around until she was panting and a half hour later she was up to no good again. I built a model of an Imperial Star Destroyer a long time ago that I was pretty proud of because I took my sweet time following the instructions and waiting for the glue to dry before moving on to the next part. Usually I just want to glue the whole thing together in an hour and that never ends well. That cat gnawed off one of the shield generators. I should call the cat Wedge or something. I’m still hoping it’ll turn up.

So during that time I had a free book promotion where I gave away digital copies of Buried Instincts. It was very successful as the number of people who now own my book increased by sixteenfold. If you’re one of those people I hope you enjoy it.

Today we had a water damage repair guy come in and start fixing one of or damp corners. It’s been raining quite a bit here in California in case you haven’t heard. Somehow the water is getting in from an outside wall and soaking the drywall in a corner of our place. It’s been going on for a while now, but we just haven’t paid much attention because, well, drought. Can you believe that it rained so much the drought is officially over? So now that corner and my entire board game closet has been sectioned off by plastic tarps going from ceiling to floor and a dehumidifier is drying the walls out. Guess we’re not quite back to normal yet. Of course, I had to empty the closet which means that I’m am now surrounded by stacks of board games.

I’m making good progress on the second part of Buried Instincts. Now that the first one is launched I’m trying very hard to get back into writing regularly which means frequenting my local coffee shops. I might be able to write at home after a couple of weeks, but right now I get too easily distracted. Somehow the coffee shop has a perfect level of distraction and I’m always astonished by how much I get done. Plus, I’m excited to see what Blake and his gang are getting up to. I mean, I know what’s going to happen. Sort of. In a big picture way. But sometimes as I’m writing it, I’m probably as surprised by what happens as you are. Er… will be.

We’ve also resumed our evening walks. Because of this we noticed a game store had opened several blocks from us. I was thrilled to see that it had tables for gaming, and more thrilled to see all the tables full. Before that the closest thing we had to a game store in our neighborhood is Redbox.

Today, I’m running a 24 hour promotion where anyone can go on Amazon and get the novel for free. I’ve been so busy posting on this website, and filling out forms and that website, that I almost forgot to announce this on my own website.

If you’re reading this, then what are you waiting for???

Maybe you’ve read it already and are looking for the next one? I’m working on it. When I started writing I had a complete story in mind, but I had to stop and do a reality check. It was a good thing too, because I had to rewrite and rewrite. But now that it’s done and out in the world, I’ve just picked up where I left off.

If you’ve already read it, do me a favor a tell a friend to get it while it’s free. Or maybe tell your frenemy the day after it’s free.

I’m hopefully that I can reach new readers today. Fingers crossed!