Today's first paragraph b*tch session is presented to you thanks to dissertation writing and my lovely adviser. I have been at this for about (ignoring my stays
at NASA) 16 months and counting. And just about every night after work while at
NASA I worked on it. So I’m going to say I worked on this for 20 months now.
Close to two years. With absolutely nothing to show for it despite the
countless number of ‘white papers’ I have written that have been dismissed. So
ok getting some writing experience in. Wonderful. You have told me I need to
read at least 25-50 books and over 1000 journal articles before I am done and
let me tell you I am getting close to that 25 mark on the books already. You also
told me five years. Its two years now (really going close to three since this
storyline begin before I finished my masters) I should have a proposal one
would think, but once again you have a general disposition that there will only
be ‘progress’ made on the proposal at the 24 month mark (means more fing white
papers and still at square one, probably some new idea comes up and have to
restart for the fifth time). You know I don’t want to do academia so why the
fudge balls do you want me to write a bs theoretical dissertation that won’t be
applied for crap until maybe 20 years from now? Your incentives of ‘this can
change the world’ stop working when they aren’t really incentives for me in the
first place. #endrant
Onto the Cheesecake review.
To set that stage for this review, I went over the weekend to Atlanta, GA to go hang with friends to watch a college football conference championship game. Stayed at a friend's place, and the place is very accommodating. The couch is just the right size to only wake up 7 times at night as compared to my usual 10 times a night when sleeping on a couch. Matters were made worse when another friend's hot sister slept on the other side of the couch on one of the nights. She reduced my leg room a bit more than anticipated and at one point decided it was super brilliant to sleep on my feet for a good portion of the night. Pretty sure she did that because I was looking for ways to stretch my legs out and every time I did I inevitably touched her or she would reposition to a point where my 'out in the clear' feet touched her, which probably got annoying. Basically a game of whack-a-mole, where my feet were the mole and her whole body was the hammer. So when I brought my legs back in because I was sick of finding ways to stretch out without touching her, she just laid on them. And she was a bit drunk at 4 am in the morning. Probably the second reason that the first, but can't rule out the first. The only thing I can take solace in is that her drunken self gave no f bombs about simply taking off her pants in front of everyone before getting comfortable on her side of the couch. I got a good view (she is hot for a reason). #damnson
After that I witnessed a murder of my favorite team. So to cope with my sadness, you would think I would just go get plastered and wake up with a severe hangover. Nah I adulted so well that all I did was go back and took a nap. Stayed up till 1 am watching How I Met Your Mother reruns and fell back to sleep. This time with the full potential of the couch. I made plans to go to this brunch place that is right across the street from where my friend lived the next day. So generally speaking, slightly disappointed in the overall outcome of the game; however, decently rested instead of my usual hungover self that happens when I visit the great state of Georgia. #lolgreatstatemyass
The place I had Cheesecake at was a 'tavern' called Hob Nob. Here is a link to their menu. There food is fing amazing. Although I was a bit disappointed with the selection at brunch, the quality was awesome. I ate the 'Southerner', wanted to go back to my roots and it was awesome. So obviously (even though I ate that heavy meal and some French Toast gah I need to home-make some French Toast) I had to see if they had a Cheesecake. They didn't fail to deliver. They had two choices (gotta love it when restaurants respect the godfood Cheesecake so much they offer you two different types), pumpkin and regular. Obvs I went regular because tradition is a big southern thing and I needed to keep my roots. I was full tbh, which I found to be weird cause I have eaten more before. But I took a bite out of the Cheesecake and it was absolutely glory. The Cheesecake was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Not that I've eaten a baby bottom that is super fudged up I'm not Hannibal Lecter here. The taste was something I can't really describe, got that unicorn feel to it. I mean I've had better, but the cream cheese used here was slightly different that the ones I've had before. Maybe more egg did the trick or that combination of the crust and Cheesecake. It was small, which for the situation was good, but generally not so good as I like more than less. The crust was there not for taste, but for texture. And that completed the dish, making the texture melt in with the taste of the Cheesecake. Given the situation, it was one of the best Cheesecakes I have had. I will be back and I will have it again and I will probably give it a lower review later because of my high expectations when I go back.
Overall Score: 9.3/10
Onto the Cheesecake review.
To set that stage for this review, I went over the weekend to Atlanta, GA to go hang with friends to watch a college football conference championship game. Stayed at a friend's place, and the place is very accommodating. The couch is just the right size to only wake up 7 times at night as compared to my usual 10 times a night when sleeping on a couch. Matters were made worse when another friend's hot sister slept on the other side of the couch on one of the nights. She reduced my leg room a bit more than anticipated and at one point decided it was super brilliant to sleep on my feet for a good portion of the night. Pretty sure she did that because I was looking for ways to stretch my legs out and every time I did I inevitably touched her or she would reposition to a point where my 'out in the clear' feet touched her, which probably got annoying. Basically a game of whack-a-mole, where my feet were the mole and her whole body was the hammer. So when I brought my legs back in because I was sick of finding ways to stretch out without touching her, she just laid on them. And she was a bit drunk at 4 am in the morning. Probably the second reason that the first, but can't rule out the first. The only thing I can take solace in is that her drunken self gave no f bombs about simply taking off her pants in front of everyone before getting comfortable on her side of the couch. I got a good view (she is hot for a reason). #damnson
After that I witnessed a murder of my favorite team. So to cope with my sadness, you would think I would just go get plastered and wake up with a severe hangover. Nah I adulted so well that all I did was go back and took a nap. Stayed up till 1 am watching How I Met Your Mother reruns and fell back to sleep. This time with the full potential of the couch. I made plans to go to this brunch place that is right across the street from where my friend lived the next day. So generally speaking, slightly disappointed in the overall outcome of the game; however, decently rested instead of my usual hungover self that happens when I visit the great state of Georgia. #lolgreatstatemyass
The place I had Cheesecake at was a 'tavern' called Hob Nob. Here is a link to their menu. There food is fing amazing. Although I was a bit disappointed with the selection at brunch, the quality was awesome. I ate the 'Southerner', wanted to go back to my roots and it was awesome. So obviously (even though I ate that heavy meal and some French Toast gah I need to home-make some French Toast) I had to see if they had a Cheesecake. They didn't fail to deliver. They had two choices (gotta love it when restaurants respect the godfood Cheesecake so much they offer you two different types), pumpkin and regular. Obvs I went regular because tradition is a big southern thing and I needed to keep my roots. I was full tbh, which I found to be weird cause I have eaten more before. But I took a bite out of the Cheesecake and it was absolutely glory. The Cheesecake was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Not that I've eaten a baby bottom that is super fudged up I'm not Hannibal Lecter here. The taste was something I can't really describe, got that unicorn feel to it. I mean I've had better, but the cream cheese used here was slightly different that the ones I've had before. Maybe more egg did the trick or that combination of the crust and Cheesecake. It was small, which for the situation was good, but generally not so good as I like more than less. The crust was there not for taste, but for texture. And that completed the dish, making the texture melt in with the taste of the Cheesecake. Given the situation, it was one of the best Cheesecakes I have had. I will be back and I will have it again and I will probably give it a lower review later because of my high expectations when I go back.Overall Score: 9.3/10
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