Productive Day? You tell me.

I met up with my friend from LA, we discussed the industry, my scripts and random douche bags in Hollywood (I luckily don't know as many as he).

Afterward I surprised my grandmother with a pizza lunch. (I'm that kind of guy).

Fast forward to later on where I traded in my old Sega Genesis and NES games for... (wait for it)

Star Soldier: Vanishing Earth! It's not the best shooter, but it's fun especially when "free."

I'm now off to eat some Thai for a friend's birthday.

So yeah, it's been pretty productive over here.

In case you're wondering here's my top score so far:
Hi-Score: 226,906,017
Max Hit: 13031 <-- palindrome!
Ship: Blue <-- certainly not a palindrome.
Stage: Final Mission end boss. (I almost had him!!!)

-a.

Dream Job #5

I have decided to do another week long theme for my blog. This week's theme is "Dream Jobs." Each day I shall discuss one of my top five dream jobs here in my blog. Now away we go!

Private Detective

Yep, I want this job bad. The problem is that I am not willing to put in the time to achieve this position. I also do not care for the late nights, and oh yea the DANGER! But when I picture myself having this job it is so awesome.

I wear a trench coat, I drink tons of coffee and I have a day old pizza in the box sitting on my desk. Then someone walks into my office and asks for assistance. While investigating said case, it turns out to be an X-File, and I do not get eaten by the werewolf in the end.

Sounds neat, huh? It is. But sadly I know it's fiction. I know that even if I did get a case that I'd be caught by whoever I had to spy on and be beaten, stabbed or shot. Surprisingly enough, I am a fan of any of those.

But thanks to the great show Bored to Death, I can see a writer who moonlights as a part time investigator with no credentials. Boy I wish I thought up that plot for a show. Thanks Jonathon Ames for preventing me from following through with a kooky dream job that will only get me killed.

-a.

I'm Not Asian.

Growing up I had a best friend. His name was Michael, and after three years of being friends he asked me if I was Chinese. I laughed and said "no." Then I asked him if he ever noticed my love for pizza, and raviolis. He just still assumed I was Chinese until the day he asked me that question.

I went to my local library to meet NY Times best-selling author and WWF wrestler: Mick Foley, to have him sign my copy of his book; Have a Nice Day! I introduced myself as "Adam" and he signed my glorious paperback edition and I was on my merry way--until I got into my car. You see, he signed it "To Ada." Unsure if you guys know, but "Ada" is a women's name in Japan. (NOTE: see Ada Wong from Resident Evil 2)

Last night I got to go to Danny's Upstairs, it's a comedy club in New Jersey, and while I walked by Danny Aiello, I heard him ask to one of my friends in comedy: "Who's the Asian?" I was sure that I was mistaken, but I still asked said comedy friend if Danny Aiello did in fact assume that I was Asian. He laughed and was impressed that I heard this random question.

So I have one old friend and two celebrities assume I am a man of the Orient. Most of the time people ask if I am Hispanic or Jewish, and sometimes gay. But the three mentioned above just assumed I was Asian, and went with it. I must say that I am impressed that they were so strong with their beliefs, and I am not offended or anything. I just find it weird that people interpret me so differently...especially the celebs.