I had dinner tonight at a restaurant in Milpitas called Sushi King. I broke one of my cardinal rules of sushi eating: avoid sushi restaurants with English names. To boot, it was one of those silly places where the sushi goes around on boats, and I was the only customer. There were three amazingly bored wait-persons there, so I got very attentive service (not that you really need attentive service at a place where you grab little dishes off of wooden boats) except when something exciting happened in the world series game, which was showing on TV.

In other words, this is normally the sort of place I wouldn't set foot in, but I had a hankering for seaweed and rice, and this was the closest sushi place to where I work (at least the closest one that I know of).

It actually wasn't too bad. Not great sushi, by any means, but I've had worse. (Like the place in Berkeley that had hamachi so tough that I had to chew on it for 5 minutes to get it down. Really. This was hamachi jerky. They've gone out of business, unsurprisingly.) On the other hand, for what I paid for my mediocre sushi dinner, I could have had a top notch meal at Cha-Ya and had enough left over for a double latte at Berkeley Espresso afterwords. So, I wouldn't really recommend it. I might go back, if I find myself with an unreasonable hankering for seaweed and no better place to sate it.

On the other hand, if you're looking for a quiet place to watch the game and munch on California roll, this is the place. Too bad I don't actually like baseball.

Work is kind of funny right now. I had some deadlines pushed back, so I'm finding myself with some leisure to actually do some thinking about some projects I thought I was going to have to rush on. In the meantime, I'm helping out a coworker who's on a really tight deadline with some of the administrivia involved in getting manuals printed. So I have stretches of good calm thinking time, punctuated by frantic bouts of paperwork and phone calls.

Word to the working stiffs out there: be careful what tasks you demonstrate competence in, for you will be asked to do them again.

Apparently, I'm good with paperwork. Eeeep.

Fortunately, I'm not just good with paperwork.

Okay, I'm off to play a little Final Fantasy IX. There's a megalomaniacal talking tree that I really want to kill before I go to bed tonight.