Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Inspector Rio...

So, Nikki, told me to take this personality test... www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp.

The results were as follows:

Your Type is
ISTJ

IntrovertedSensingThinkingJudging
Strength of the preferences %
56122578

The excerpt below is found at: http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&f=fourtemps&tab=2&c=inspector

The one word that best describes Inspectors is superdependable. Whether at home or at work, Inspectors are extraordinarily persevering and dutiful, particularly when it comes to keeping an eye on the people and products they are responsible for. In their quiet way, Inspectors see to it that rules are followed, laws are respected, and standards are upheld.

Inspectors (as much as ten percent of the general population) are the true guardians of institutions. They are patient with their work and with the procedures within an institution, although not always with the unauthorized behavior of some people in that institution. Responsible to the core, Inspectors like it when people know their duties, follow the guidelines, and operate within the rules. For their part, Inspectors will see to it that goods are examined and schedules are kept, that resources will be up to standards and delivered when and where they are supposed to be. And they would prefer that everyone be this dependable. Inspectors can be hard-nosed about the need for following the rules in the workplace, and do not hesitate to report irregularities to the proper authorities. Because of this they are often misjudged as being hard-hearted, or as having ice in their veins, for people fail to see their good intentions and their vulnerability to criticism. Also, because Inspectors usually make their inspections without much flourish or fanfare, the dedication they bring to their work can go unnoticed and unappreciated.

While not as talkative as Supervisor Guardians [ESTJs], Inspectors are still highly sociable, and are likely to be involved in community service organizations, such as Sunday School, Little League, or Boy and Girl Scouting, that transmit traditional values to the young. Like all Guardians, Inspectors hold dear their family social ceremonies-weddings, birthdays, and anniversaries - although they tend to be shy if the occasion becomes too large or too public. Generally speaking, Inspectors are not comfortable with anything that gets too fancy. Their words tend to be plain and down-to-earth, not showy or high-flown; their clothes are often simple and conservative rather than of the latest fashion; and their home and work environments are usually neat, orderly, and traditional, rather than trendy or ostentatious. As for personal property, they usually choose standard items over models loaded with features, and they often try to find classics and antiques - Inspectors prefer the old-fashioned to the newfangled every time.

Another article about inspectors.... I bolded the parts that I thought were ON POINT!

Found at http://typelogic.com/istj.html

ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ. The secretary, clerk, or business(wo)man by whom others set their clocks is likely to be an ISTJ.

As do other Introverted Thinkers, ISTJs often give the initial impression of being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold. Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss.

ISTJs are most at home with "just the facts, Ma'am." They seem to perform at highest efficiency when employing a step-by-step approach. Once a new procedure has proven itself (i.e., has been shown "to work,") the ISTJ can be depended upon to carry it through, even at the expense of their own health.

ISTJs are easily frustrated by the inconsistencies of others, especially when the second parties don't keep their commitments. But they usually keep their feelings to themselves unless they are asked. And when asked, they don't mince words. Truth wins out over tact. The grim determination of the ISTJ vindicates itself in officiation of sports events, judiciary functions, or an other situation which requires making tough calls and sticking to them.

His SJ orientation draws the ISTJ into the service of established institutions. Home, social clubs, government, schools, the military, churches -- these are the bastions of the SJ. "We've always done it this way" is often reason enough for many ISTJs. Threats to time-honored traditions or established organizations (e.g., a "run" on the bank) are the undoing of SJs, and are to be fought at all costs.

Snuggie...



I wish I was a father so that I could use the baby snuggie.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Poker...

I played Poker for the first time tonight. It wasn't that bad. I caught on to the flow pretty quickly with the whole small/big, checking, calling, yada yada stuff. I think I finished 4th out of 6 people. I'll have to admit that it was pretty fun. Anyway, Alan was the champion. Don't spend those $7 all in one place. I'm wondering where that extra dollar came from since there was only 6 of us.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Where The Wild Things Are...



I'm excited. Believe it or not, I just read this book yesterday at the Borders at Fair Oaks. Children's section FTW!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

For Those That Doubted....

Dope!


MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Want to Feel Insignificant?



It takes a few seconds for it to start up. But wow... my eyes were already popping out of their sockets after I saw how the Earth is compared to Betelgeuse. Then it just keeps on going. The universe is just crazy.

20 Best Views in the World...

http://travel.yahoo.com/p-interests-25565465;_ylc=X3oDMTFyOGFqZ2VzBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjcxOTQ4MQRzZWMDZnAtdG9kYXltb2QEc2xrAzIwYmVzdHZpZXdzLTAzLTE2

Self-reminder. Go to the Top of the Rock next time you go to NY. Tickets are $20. Also, go to Peanut Butter & Co. and Rice To Riches.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Where In The World Is Nikki San Diego?

I miss you!

I went to see her the day before she left and had lunch with her at IKEA. The Swedish meatballs were great as always. Nikki had the salmon. The garlic bread was extra, but that joint was money haha. Then we watched some Stuart Little in one of the rooms until we started getting stared at because we were obviously not browsing for furniture.





Anyway, pics from BWI on Thursday an hour before her flight. We ate at this buffalo wings place between Gates C and D. They were mad spicy... and I only got the normal ones. I wonder how the "hell" flavor tastes like. I think Nikki just got some calamari.





Tuesday, March 10, 2009

57th and 5th...

So, Sunday night, my boy and I wanted to drive into the city to go to the Apple store to buy his uncle a Macbook Pro. We started it out in Queens. We didn't know the exact address for the Apple Store, but I knew it was on 5th Ave and where Central Park starts which is 57th, so I typed in that intersection into the GPS and put in New York as the city. This freakin' GPS takes us into Brooklyn through Linden and Flatbush. It was so out of the way haha. But it was cool. I ended up putting in the same intersection, but entered Manhattan as the city. I didn't know anybody referred to it as that. Usually New York, New York refers to the city. Anyway, there's too many things to talk about, so I'll let the few pictures I took sum it up. I miss it already.


This is a little pizza shop in Forest Hills called Lillian's. It's named after the owner's wife. Samer has been going here his whole life. We went here last time, too. We both got the chicken parmesan sandwich. Thanks to Jules (Samer's uncle) for buying us our food.






After we ate, Samer went with his uncle and cousins to their house to kick it. I was alone until 7 PM. I still had to go to mass at 6 PM in Forest Hills. I think we parted at like 3 PM, which left me with 4 hours to do whatever. I decided to drive down to Brooklyn. These grafitti pictures probably look familiar to those of you who saw my blog from 5-6 months back. I used Google maps' street view to see this. It was crazy being there again and just walking down this block.


This church is on the same block as my house and the graffiti wall. I parked in the parking lot of the church. If I looked right, the church was there and if I looked left, it was my old house (2 pictures down).




My family took up the majority of the second floor except for that window on the far right. That was somebody else's portion of the second floor.


Apple store on 57th and 5th. We drove up here with no parking problems because it was a Sunday night. It's crazy that this place is 24 hours. I heard Wendel was in town, so I'm surprised I didn't run into him here haha.


F.A.O. Schwarz right next door to the Apple store. Obviously, it was closed already.


After buying Samer's uncle a Macbook Pro, we got hungry. Midtown was full of retail stores and not really any food places. So, I called Nikki and asked her to see where the closest Gray's Papaya was. It was 50 blocks south of where we were. This Gray's is on 6th and 8th. Samer and I both got the two hot dogs and a drink combo for $4.25. Right when we got back to my car though, this guy was like, "Yo, do you have jumper cables?" I ended up having it in my truck, so I whipped a U-turn on a one way street to jump his car. His girlfriend kept saying that she definitely needs to invest in jumper cables since that was the second time it had happened to her Lexus SUV. It was cool helping them though. But by the time I was done, my hot dogs were semi-cold. So, we went back for seconds.


Shot of my car parked on 6th.


The next morning, Samer and I parted ways right away. He left his grandma's house to go with his uncle to his VW dealership. I ended up taking the subway from Erickson's to Jollibee's. The Jollibee's is on Roosevelt and 63rd. If anyone ever goes, go to Rego Park, find parking, take the 63rd Drive-Rego Park subway towards Manhattan, take the R train, then get off at the 65 St stop.... or you can go straight to Jollibees, but parking is terrible there. There was no line at all on Monday. We tried going on Sunday, but the line was down the block. They're open basically 8-8 everyday. I got 1 Yum Burger, and 1 box of Spaghetti and Chicken Joy. Bomb!




After the Jollibee's, I went to Niketown to kill time before meeting up. This was their Jordan selection. Terrible. I loved the 5th floor with the Nike Lifestyle stuff though. Great clothes and shoes.


For Ivan.


Bad grammar. "Cared"* Geez, Lebron.


This employee saw me wearing my III's, so we chopped it up about shoes for a while. Then another employee came by, and I talked to him for a while, too.


Nike ID Studio on the 5th floor. They had these double doors to the right where you could go in and pick materials and really customize your shoes. Sick stuff.




All Day.







These three pics were the outside and inside of St. Thomas church. I went in there, and they were saying the Our Father. So, I prayed along with them along with praying for like 10 minutes after they were done.. I was like, "Hmmm, where's the Holy water?" It turns out it was an Episcopalian church. Haha. Oh well. I did some research and it seems like the only difference worth mentioning besides Catholics and Anglicans/Episcopalians is who is in charge. Catholics have the pope, while Anglicans have more spread out authority. Mostly everything else is the same though... the Nicene Creed, Apostles Creed, calendar of saints, the rosary, shrines for Mary, the Bible, etc.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Jollibee, Here I Come...

I'll be in NY on the 9th and the 10th with Samer and/or Anthony. I hope to come back to VA bearing gifts of Chicken Joy and whatever the names for their sandwiches are. I can't wait.



*photo taken from rebelpixel productions*