Fish Fries and Viruses

SWOTD: pescado asado - fish fry... which mean that carne asada literally means barbequed meat... asado means cookout or barbeque. Learn something new every day.

My dad's fish fry was on Saturday. I was glad to get out of the apartment (read hellishly hot box) and do a load of laundry along with accompanying my dad to Cypress. There is always tons of food... I mean a plethora of nonfish items... which is a good thing, considering the family joke is if a cow swam across a river, I wouldn't eat it. Barry apparently made 40 pounds of beef along with the four men cooking fish and Dad's fish jerkey. Not to mention the lasagna, pot stickers, taquitos, salads, veggies and fruit that were laid out to snack on.

Before we left for Barry's I picked up two rolls of film I had developed of New York, Philly, and the Festival of Books. Right so it's only 5 months since I've been there. When we were teens, every once in a while I'd go to Costco with a load of film and I'd grab an extra mystery roll out of the drawer o'film and develop it too. Sometimes it would be years. I plan to put the pics up on my website soon enough... right after I GET RID OF THE STUPID COMPUTER VIRUS!

Be careful... that Sasser worm is evil evil evil. About a minute after you connect to the internet, it puts up a screen that counts down 60 seconds before your machine is rebooted. It took me about 4 reboots before I really figured out what was going on. I think I finally got rid of it this morning, but I had Norton running one last virus check as I left for school this morning. I really have a hard time believing there are punks out there that have nothing better to do than ruin my afternoon. I did feel better when I found out that the Sasser virus is not spread through me being an idiot and opening up an application. Well, feel better is not quite the word... Norton didn't come out with its protection until Sat... but I think I caught it on Friday. sigh.

Sunday was an okay day. I watched my new movie... impulse buy - Love Actually. It's such a great movie. The jewel of it is an 8 minute deleted scene where Emma Thompson's character tells Liam Neelson to look up Claudia Schiffer on the internet. He does but adds the word "naked" to his search and gets a screen full of popup windows full of porn which he can't get rid of. A knock at the door reveals the father of his recently deceased wife who sees the monitor. Liam's character bribes his little stepson to take the blame. I was laughing my butt off.

Anyway, started to feel icky around noonish and took a nap. When I awoke, I was hot and was severely disappointed that it was only three. Took a cold shower then decided to escape my apartment (read: hellishly hot box) and go to the movies. I think I would have paid $7 just for the air conditioning. I saw Connie and Carla... it was cute, if totally predictable... but I'm a sucker for musical screwball comedies. Two unsuccessful showgirls witness a murder and go on the lam by pretending to be drag queens. Cross Some Like it Hot with Victor, Victoria and you've got the idea. Not something I'd own, and most probably a renter rather than a must see, unless you're really just paying for the AC. ;)