Missing Chipotle

So tomorrow is my last day at QSC Audio, the place I was working for this summer. It was all part of research<\cough> and I suppose I should be missing the wonderful opportunities I had there, industry experience and all. It is true I will miss something dearly. However, it won't be the research. The name's "Chipotle".

Now chipotle.com has got to be the funniest foodie website I have ever been to. The ads are hilarious. One of the ads say something along the lines of "be careful what you order the first time... you'll keep ordering the same dish everytime". That's one prophetic statement. For the last three months, the only dish I have ordered is Fajita Burrito with steak. Scary.

Bah! I am sleepy now. I have a bazillion ideas swarming in my head but I too lazy to write 'em out. So I will do the needful some other time.

Feeling tyred

Bleh! The ordeal of deciding on a blog name and then being told "... this address is not available"... a gazillion times. So now I have to settle for replays.blogspot.com instead of the much more suave postscripts.blogspot.com. So, yeah, whoever took postscripts can rot in hell.

My car runs like a dream again. For the uninitiated (which is pretty much everybody), I blew a tire on my way back from San Jose to LA. My car now has the dubious distinction of being the singlemost cause of any and every hole in my pocket. But I love it more than girls love Sex and the City... and that's saying a lot!

So I spent the whole day researching tire maintenance. Yes, now I can write a thesis on that one topic. The same's not true about my actual thesis though and that's probably a shame but for some reason I don't feel that way yet. I also tried to figure out why the good old tyre became tire in the US "ov" A. I mean I understand the rationale behind downsizing colour to color but what the heck was wrong with tyre? Americans are wierd.

I have three more days left to go to Costa Mesa. The commute from LA is a killer. It's interesting freeway education though. You are stuck in the middle of the 405 South surrounded by fire-breathing SUVs (they deserve to die) with traffic inching at 3.7 inches per hour; you keep looking out for the six-car pile-up that is sure to have caused this wonderful communion of automobiles and guess what? You see it. In the left lane on the 405 North! I am yet to figure out whether traffic on the southbound slows down because everybody does a double-take on the northbound action or because they think the cops would do a Trinity on them on their bikes. Californians!

I think I'm gonna sleep now. I have a 90 mile drive ahead of me tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after.

Sniff.