The Journal of Brian J. Leung

I'm not sure it means what you think it means

I have not written on this site in a long time. For that, I am unapologetic.  After all, this is my site -- what business do you have coming here and judging my silence?  But I digress. Has anyone seen the trailer or billboards for the upcoming Robin Hood movie, starring Russell Crowe?  I am pretty excited about it, and at the same time, a little nervous that they might ruin it.  By now, why would you want to do a Robin Hood movie, when everyone knows the story and will probably have pretty high expectations of it?  Oh, I guess that's what drives them to theatres. But this brings me to the point of this post.  Has anyone noticed the tag line for the movie? "Robin Hood: The untold story of how the man became a legend."  Untold? Seriously?  Do their publicists think that the writers just sat around the table one night and conjured up the story of King John, Robin Hood, and a slithering talking snake? (That better be in this movie.)  I walk by one of these posters every day in the subway and it drives me insane.

It's like an electrical short circuit

I was in a car on my way home from work this evening (Sidebar: It is always dangerous typing things like that, because now my work knows that I was able to go home before at least 9:30 p.m. I am such the slacker.), and my driver decides he wants to talk. But he doesn't just want to talk.  After I tell him I'm at 33rd and 8th, he proceeds to say how he wishes I lived in Connecticut, so the job would be worth more.  He continues saying this for a while, all while disclaiming that it doesn't matter, and he'll act professional because the customer is always right.  I guess this is all understandable, since I do live somewhat obnoxiously close to work.  But read where it all goes wrong, after the crease.

snOMG!

Finally, almost a month later, I am putting up pictures of my last visit to Charlottesville, wherein I was trapped under 65 feet of snow.  I mean, let's be real, there are much worse places to be trapped.  In any event, go check out the photo albums up there at the top and see the awesome snowcat we made. And if you're curious about the mini snowman, that was intended to be an arm. We just never made the second arm. So...yeah.

Office Chair Polo, Anyone?

This may be one of the most absurd "sports" I have ever seen, but man do I want to get a team together for this.  I'm not entirely sure how, but I stumbled across the NYC Social Sports Club's Office Chair Polo league, which apparently has not yet started up. It looks mad fun, and I think I would get extremely, extremely competitive.

Epic Fail / Cake WIN

Today I went to Peter Luger's for lunch to celebrate Kevin's birthday. Steak was delicious. People were good. Schlag was...present.  With all the best intentions, I came home and changed to go to the gym. But then Akua -- we'll call her, saboteur -- decided to IM me and ask if I wanted to go on a cupcake run with her. A cupcake run! Who was I to say no?  And I mean, that's sort of like running, right? So, immediately after eating my weight in medium rare, juicy, sizzling steak, I opted for cupcakes over the gym. I'm a failure.

I Choo Choo Choose Amtrak

I braved the elements, sort of, last night in order to make it back to New York City so I could go to work, because I am such a dedicated associate. I booked a 7:10 pm Amtrak train from DC to New York, expecting to get in at 10:30.  Alas, there was a two hour delay. Why? Because they couldn't find an engine for the train. AN ENGINE. ON A TRAIN.  How do you just run out of engines? Sigh. As a result, I didn't get in until 1am.  Running out of engines...for crying out loud.