tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38288140982631910042024-03-13T04:34:15.937-07:00ObservationsKenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-17289195783197037192012-06-11T11:50:00.000-07:002012-06-11T11:50:38.150-07:00Randy Orton's WWE Return<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Zack feels blown away by Eve's kiss from the previous week. Josh Matthews interviews him and implies that Zack can't be THAT foolish to fall for the kiss. Eve is up to no good! But Ryder is sold. He's in love again. All is forgiven.
Cena confronts Ryder and says he's glad they're friends again, but feels like Ryder is being foolish. Ryder says Cena is wrong and he's planning Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-80247185131690713232012-02-06T16:28:00.000-08:002012-02-06T16:36:26.348-08:00Sting vs. The Undertaker: Wrestlemania 28Sting was recently interviewed and said he would like to have a match against The Undertaker at Wrestlemania. Unfortunately, it looks like we're going to see Triple H vs. Undertaker III.
I would much prefer to see Sting vs. Undertaker, so I took the liberty of fantasy booking the storyline, picking up where last week's episode of RAW (1/30/12) ended ...
RAW
Triple h refuses to face Undertaker Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-77300513029242436262011-12-25T10:07:00.000-08:002011-12-25T10:07:53.842-08:00New Christmas RuleBill Maher is the King of New Rules, but that hasn’t kept me from coming up with some of my own. One of my latest new rules: you shouldn’t “like” your own Facebook status. The reason is self-explanitory.
I saw a commercial on TV the other night which spurred another New Rule. The commercial featured Santa, reindeer, Christmas trees, Christmas lights, stockings over the fire place, and milk and Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-15813356880246538992011-12-12T10:31:00.000-08:002011-12-12T10:32:14.930-08:00Getting ThereI had dinner with a friend last night that lives in Alexandria, Virginia. You’d think as a lifelong DC resident, I’d know my way around … Good thing I have Annie, my portable GPS (MapQuest and I don’t get along—reading a map as I drive down dark, unknown roads is a recipe for disaster). I don’t name inanimate objects (I’m not eight), but after Annie helped me get to Annandale last year, I Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-24851014125489444472011-12-05T06:26:00.000-08:002011-12-08T07:58:00.207-08:00FruitI like fruit. I don’t eat eight pieces a day, but I usually have some berries, an apple, banana, or some mango. Occasionally, I like to freeze fruit. Bananas, when cut into slices and frozen, are great. Don’t make the mistake I did by freezing an entire banana unless you want to chip a tooth trying to take a bite.
I’m a writer. If you haven’t bought my book, you might consider doing so (Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-12894918679561867302011-11-29T07:47:00.000-08:002011-11-29T07:47:29.633-08:00CM PUNK vs. CHRIS JERICHO: WRESTLEMANIA 28 (with a surprise ending)If you know me, you know that I've been a fan of the WWE since I was three years old. If you don't know me ... now you know. I like to create fantasy bookings that I, as a fan and part of the WWE Universe, would like to see. The following is a booking I think most fans would enjoy. If so, spread the word. Tag @IAmJericho, @steveaustinBSR, @WWE, @CMPunk, @R_Roddy_Piper on Twitter. Send them this Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-32158007217724456162011-11-28T06:34:00.000-08:002011-11-28T06:34:28.078-08:00Can We Afford to Eat There?<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]>
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Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-45672398180369322472011-10-31T11:51:00.001-07:002011-10-31T12:08:48.122-07:0060 MinutesLately, I’ve been getting a lot of comparisons to Andy Rooney.
I disagree. For starters, I don’t look like I’m in my 90's and Andy doesn’t look like he’s in his 20's. I rarely wear suits. But every time I see Andy Rooney, he's always wearing one. And my eyebrows are not the slightest bit bushy.
We do put our elbows on the table, though.
I’m not saying similarities Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-12940917962312433882011-10-24T08:15:00.001-07:002011-10-24T08:15:57.929-07:00WALKING<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]>
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Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-32959174854290643422011-05-05T12:01:00.000-07:002011-05-05T12:01:21.722-07:00Damn, It's Hot in Here ...<!--StartFragment-->
From time to time, a random Texas Café memory will pop up that makes me think back to the good ol’ days. I recently found myself complaining to a neighbor about the June-like weather we experienced in April and how I desperately wished our building would turn on the A/C.Suddenly, I recalled a sweltering night at the Texas Café and a burning hot kitchen's role in uniting an Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-39981835732372805472011-01-22T06:25:00.000-08:002011-01-22T11:50:05.590-08:00A Short StoryThere was this guy and his boss and let's just say they didn’t get along. One day this guy goes to Chipotle for lunch. The line was crazy. He groaned, looked at his watch, and tried to estimate how long he'd have to wait. Just as he decided to join the line, someone shouted his name!
He scanned the endless crowd until he saw a familiar face at the front of the line. HisKenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-54927613962784435382010-12-23T08:58:00.000-08:002010-12-23T08:58:01.239-08:00Holiday Rant<!--StartFragment-->
Trees, wreaths, lights and Merry Christmas this, Merry Christmas that. What about other religious celebrations? When I was young, I cared. Then I grew up (kinda') and lost interest. Next thing I know, it’s Happy Holidays PC BS.
In an effort to try to relate this to food, here's a restaurant tale that isn’t in my book. Bonus material! The Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-58641353269910487582010-12-12T11:26:00.000-08:002010-12-12T11:26:11.879-08:00Anything You Can Do ...<!--StartFragment-->
Hey, been to that cupcake place that opened down the street? You know, the one that landed a reality TV show? Georgetown Cupcake—the originators of the niche cupcakery. Well, there’s a new cupcakery in town. Baked & Wired. B&W, are you ready for this? You have competition by the name of Something Sweet. Oh, and Something Sweet? You think your cupcakes areKenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-90285419411658181822010-11-14T06:33:00.000-08:002010-11-14T08:35:11.982-08:00From 7th Graders to 70 Year OldsI recently spoke to a seventh grade English class at my old high school. I was asked to speak last year, but declined. Nerves got the best of me.
A lot of people ask if I do book tours or speaking engagements. No. Partially due to, you guessed it, nerves, but mainly because I’m unknown. Many of my close friends haven’t even bought my book (and November 7th was the one year publication Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-18214029051811829932010-09-30T07:18:00.001-07:002010-10-31T18:25:38.025-07:00What's in a Title?I don’t remember the details about the night when I first uttered the words that would eventually become the title of my first book. I know I had been upset about the way the guys in the kitchen had been treated by management. We were down to a skeleton crew to save money and they were stretched thin and utterly exhausted.
We all clocked out after the kitchen had been cleaned. I exited Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-20832086579148885882010-09-19T19:58:00.001-07:002010-09-19T19:58:46.143-07:00Boobies!!<!--StartFragment-->
Disclaimer: Went to dinner with a woman. Now you can’t judge me. Nah nah nah.
There is a high penis-to-hand-to-handle quotient in the men’s bathroom. Most dudes don’t wash their hands. That means when you do … and then you grab the handle to exit, it’s like you’re touching another dude’s junk.
Hooters solves this problem by placing a hand sanitizer station outside Kenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3828814098263191004.post-84304507610409863372010-08-25T08:15:00.000-07:002010-08-25T08:15:40.563-07:00In the Beginning ...I don't like Twitter. It's a stupid website. I have 30 followers on Twitter, including a bathroom renovation company. I've got almost five hundred friends on Facebook, including a friend I haven't spoken with since 7th grade. Hi, Lorna. If I had something of importance to share, where do you think I'd go first?
People persisted. You need a twitter page. So, I got oneKenneth Sunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11133107490073620538noreply@blogger.com1