Man...

I was just browsing online bike classifieds, and I spotted a few gals that I have the hots for goin' cheap. Sure wish I had the moolah right now. My body needs the therapy. I miss the thrill of the open road. I yearn for the curves. I ache for the ability to smoke anything on 4 wheels. When I ride is when I'm truly at peace.

Hell, I'll even settle for a 2-stroke dirtbike or a rickety old sportbike.

Is This A Sign?

When I was a kid, and I didn’t get my way, my mom would always fix me a scalding hot bowl of Shepherd’s Pie. Other countries call it Farmer’s Pie. It’s basically a ridiculously thick layer of ground beef under a ridiculously thick layer of mashed potatoes.

Now while my wife and I were just dating, she was able to sample some of mom’s Shepherd’s Pie on one of those many nights that mom would insist I bring her over for dinner. Instantly, she was hooked.

Fast forward to married life. I figured that my kids should also have a taste of the same comfort food I was treated to. So I had mom email us her recipe. My wife was more stoked than I was. I guess it’s a girl thing. New recipe = New ammo for friends and family for when they come over.

So when we got the recipe, my wife rushed me out of bed, out of the shower, and into my clothes, and out the door to accompany her to the grocery store. She was THAT psyched. Also, she was THAT antsy cause it was Sunday. So basically, EVERYBODY’S out shopping. After a long queue at the cash register, we got our ingredients, and went home.

We got started, followed everything to the letter, only changing things here and there in terms of volume. Oh, and my wife said “You can’t enjoy mashed-po without gravy.” So she whipped up a generous batch as well. Boy did that do the trick!

Our first try at it was a success! Remember that scene in Ratatouille when the douchey food critic guy tried the rat’s ratatouille, and was somehow magically transported back to when he was a kid? I swear that stuff really happens! Immediately, I recall my mom saying “Sorry about your dad breaking his promise about your Super-NES. Here eat this.” I nearly cried too! Apparently my mother in-law loved it, and so did my wife’s older and younger brother.

Wifey’s older brother loved it so much, that a week later, he begged me and my wife to accompany him to his house and teach him how to make it for his girl. He practically kidnapped us! Honestly, his batch turned out to be better than ours! I’m really happy for him too. He now calls it his “Secret Pie”, and refuses to share the details with his girl. I guess it’s some sorta “breakup failsafe” or something. Either way, I’m stoked.

Next day even stranger news. My mother in law brought some of my wife’s Chicken and Potatoes in Creamy Cheese Sauce to work with her, and basically her officemates FOUGHT her for it. She comes home telling my wife that her creation is a hit in the office. I told my mom about it and she said “Remember that time when you told me to go into business selling Shepherd’s Pies, and I didn’t act on it cause I thought it was too common? Well now I’m hurling that advice right back at you, son. Start up a resto or something. Sell while there’s a market for it. If there ain’t none, make one.”

So wait.

Damn.

Is this a sign?

I don't care what they say...

Hello again, VMAX.

Y'know what "Maxine"? I can call you "Maxine" right? I've been longing for you ever since I sold my old girl.

But even to this day people talk about how much of a bad girl you are. Telling me that you're no good for me.

Your frame flexes.

Your stock wheelbase is awkward.

You use Bias-Ply tires. Technology from the 50's.

Your airscoops don't even really work.

Your fuel consumption is crap.

You're a wannabe cruiser.

You're a wannabe sportbike.

Whatever. They're just jealous that they can't outrun you.

They have to lean into turns to try and match your speed.

You simply open up the throttle, blast your way to the turn, slow down into the curve, and blast away again when you get out of it.

They can't accept that with proper modification, you'd be the safest, fastest bike out there DESPITE REMAINING UNCHANGED DESIGN-WISE FROM 1985 to 2008.

I still love you, Maxine. I still do.

And one day, you will be mine.

Dear lord, no!

Infinites already?

Just when you thought that CAPCOM ironed stuff out...

Just got this today...

Oh yea! Been playing the hell out of it ever since.

The last time I played Marvel Vs Cacpcom 2 was when I still had a Dreamcast, so yea It's been a while.

Since it's a fighting game from an old franchise, I've decided to go with the ones I'm used to using. I'm going with Wolverine, Magneto, and Spiderman. They work great, if not better.

Wolvie's been sped up a bit, making it even more possible to tie a HIGH Berserker Barrage from a running/standing 3-hit combo.

Ol' Magneto's still the same move-wise. His ever annoying Hyper Gravitation, and Electromagnetic Disruptor are still around. So far I can only see a couple cons with Maggie. His flight move is shorter now, his HIGH Hyper Gravitation fizzles out just short of full screen range. Oh, and they changed his voice from "old perv", to "smarmy elitist", which I guess fits the bill in a way.

Spiderman's still quick. Which is why I have him on my team. Nothing wrong with him as far as I can see.

The new characters are tempting as well. Might wanna try my hand at Dante, Deadpool, and Chris Redfield.

My wife's having a ton of fun with Chun Li, X-23, and Felicia. So yea, you can tell she's a combo fiend.

Will post more as I go along.

I need this job bad... IT'S GOTTA HAPPEN TONIGHT...

I'm sorry baby, about the little discomforts and inconveniences.

Our anniversary's almost here.

So's Valentine's day.

I gotta come up with something. ANYTHING.

I don't want you to think I don't love you or care about you.

I don't want you to think that I've forgotten all about you.

Everytime you talk about previous Valentine's days, you claim you can't remember them.

Forgettable.

Barely made a dent.

Meh.

You'd look so disappointed.

My heart dies a little bit whenever you bring those days up.

I want to try and change that this year.

I wanna give you a bunch of pink roses and a box of chocolates just like the way you'd envision it.

I want you to not have to worry about money when we get to Manila for the summer.

I want that for you.

See ya around, amigo.

Apparently a buddy of mine has decided to move on with his life away from our club.

Whatever his reasons are, I shall not judge him.

"...Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it...."

May God keep you and bless you always, Jauhn.