"Wait, we can refuse service?!" #Starbucks, probably. #SarahSanders #RedHen
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Obsessive Compulsive Towel
No longer will your face suffer from cross contamination with your anus, crotch or feet after a refreshing shower with the OC Towel. If you're like we, you take stock in the things you touch and using a towel more than once can be a crap shoot. Know where you've been with this ergonomically silk screened symbolic bath towel.

Photographs below represent a first draft with (2) printing errors:
(a) Awry thirds dividing line
(b) Crooked leg brand


Assessment - Genghis Grill
Genghis Grill
4722 East Cactus Road
Phoenix, Arizona, North America
85032

Date: 13:30 323/073
Genre: Mongolian BBQ
Serving: 12.95$ (Large Bowel)

A "please wait to be seated" sign greeted me at the door of this much quieter and more spacious environment as compared to the fast food thematics of YC's Mongolian Grill (see Assessment) which instantaneously bestowed confidence in a more aspired to dining experience. There, is where it was set ablaze and stomped out like a paper bag of feces on my tongue's door step. The waitress, Tiffany, a bubbly attractive red headed friendly sort, perhaps too friendly from boredom, advised me of the absurd process. You take a small card and write your name on it and for those who follow me on Twitter know, I despise surrendering my name to unknowns. You then take this card with you to the buffet table where you are greeted with another person who "advises" you.

The meat assortments are plenty and slightly obscure. Beef sirloin in cubes or shredded. Turkey chunks and miscellaneous porks. Seafood of the colorless variety that would beckon to ask, which is which? Then, a vast array of powder seasonings, which I deplore in this style of cuisine. Mongolian is about coverage by sauce, not dashed by dust. Vegetables, adequate. The sauce, the core of the reason to briefly vacation here, is the true test of a proper establishment. Here, they urge you to use ramekins for your sauce, discouraging you from gorging. The few sauce selections were specific to completion, unlike (all) alternative establishments where you concoct your own arrangement. This, is utter horse shit. I might as well have ordered some thing from a menu to procure the same result...which by the by, they do offer as an option. You may check off a series of boxes on a door hanger and the waitress will attend to it for your pathetic lethargic obese self.

The chef was a small white woman, which is immediately discouraging (ref. any man's opinion on female grilling). Then, I am again seated. The significant flaw here is that one of the persuasive ambiance elements of Mongolian BBQ is seeing your food cooked on the specific stone fired circular hibachi grill. Walking away from this and from your food is a distracting let down. The waitress brings you your bowl which has grown exponentially as they have piled your grilled items (burnt this go, obviously set too long, see above) atop a heaping mound of hidden rice. I prefer my rice segregated so that soy sauce is the prominent seasoning, as often a cooling apparatus. Instead, I am left with an excessive bowl of a most disappointing burnt and bland flavor. The generosity of rice is deceptive towards the regards of your grilled items which are speckled through out the rice as it's consumed, then lost and abandoned if unable to finish.

To compound this horrid food are small electronic tablets on the table pitching you complimentary items as if website advertisements, to which you may order alcoholic beverages or products. Had it not been lunch, the uncommon and welcomed full bar would have been taken advantaged of in order to dissuade my senses of the remainder of this awful consumption experience.

Rating:
Assessment - YC's Mongolian Grill
YC's Mongolian Grill
9120 E Indian Bend Road
Scottsdale, Arizona, North America
85250

Date: 13:00 315/073
Genre: Mongolian BBQ
Serving: 12.95$ (Unlimited)

In a world of illusionary expediency, even the laid back Mongolians have succumb to the American scattering pace. The dining experience at YC's Mongolian Grill models a Baja Fresh style of finer fast foods. Rather than being seated at a table and served a beverage, here you are accountable for all things including payment up front, a more buffet singularity ala Soup Plantation. Upon the exchange of tender, you are given a bowel and it is here that class diminishes. Rather than an unlimited attempt at perfecting your cuisine, you are given but one opportunity and there are little boundaries to your excess. Humans have always been no more fanciful than swine when dining buffet and this validation is no more apparent than when having to heave mighty amounts of food in to a single bowel, but once. Over flowing gorging so that it produces a secondary pile upon the tray was seen before me in a line burdened by people's simple minded perceptions that ingredient combinations created an exquisite cuisine. There is no sense of calm or nature here, unlike previous incarnations we have adored. YC's Mongolian Grill is a mall food court grade restaurant which while successful for the hogs, does little to create an allure of an unique experience and it is this experience that trumps quality, consumed yet unnecessary.

Rating:
Modified M-Theory (Preliminary)
AMOS47 Corner "Throne" Draft
Upon acquisition of the AMOS47 work shop in the immediate future, there will be the fabrication of several TV Miller centric ergonomic furnishings. One such appliance will be the thinking throne, for lack of a better term. The elevated structure will enlist left handed leading steps to achieve lift towards the reclining chair that will be supplemented with ergonomic dining and computer peripherals the while aligned towards an active following television limb. The majority of these architectural novelties will be featured on the eventual TV Show.


Simple Solutions Missed
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Arduino Remote Activated IR Sensor Array
The original concept collaborated an Arduino Mega with an existing project to create a remote controlled activated IR sensor array that would actuate servos to center a device on the remote's IR emitter. Below is a simple proof of concept sketch that while worked, proved inefficient. Alternative concepts are currently being pursued.

#include <IRremote.h>
// TVMiller.com
int LED_L = 6;
int LED_R = 7;
int LED_M = 5;

int RECV_PIN = 2;
IRrecv irrecv(RECV_PIN);
decode_results results;

void setup()
{
Serial.begin(9600);
irrecv.enableIRIn(); // Receive
pinMode(LED_R, OUTPUT);
pinMode(LED_L, OUTPUT);
pinMode(LED_M, OUTPUT);
}

void loop() {
int IRZeroAmb = analogRead(0); // Ambient A0
int IROneAmb = analogRead(1); // Ambient A1

if (irrecv.decode(&results)) { // IF button pressed

int IRZeroSet = analogRead(0); // Set A0
int IROneSet = analogRead(1); // Set A1
int IRZeroC = IRZeroAmb - IRZeroSet; // A0 Difference
int IROneC = IROneAmb - IROneSet; // A1 Difference

if (IRZeroC > IROneC) {
digitalWrite(LED_R, HIGH);
delay(10);
digitalWrite(LED_R, LOW);
} else if (IROneC > IRZeroC) {
digitalWrite(LED_L, HIGH);
delay(10);
digitalWrite(LED_L, LOW);
} else if (IROneC == IRZeroC) {
digitalWrite(LED_M, HIGH);
delay(10);
digitalWrite(LED_M, LOW);
}

// Serial.print("zero = " );
// Serial.print(IRZeroC);
// Serial.print("\t one = ");
// Serial.println(IROneC);

irrecv.resume(); // Next Value
}
}

New York City Truth - Part IV - Disorder
"The propitious smiles of heaven can never be expected on a nation that disregard the eternal rules of order and right..." General George Washington

Citizens were once conditioned in life to apply fundamental rules in order to achieve success in their travels. Driving on the right was as consequence of the mandate that all forms of traffic do so, foot or other wise. New York City's very infrastructure is built on this principle and often times expressed in vivid displays. New York City inhabitants however, conditioned to a confined environment or transplants from an archaic habitat, thus depleting their acuity of personal space, are a class of individuals that no longer seek out purpose en masse but rather, individually, counter to premise that which where 8 million individuals reside.

Even in the most lackadaisy state as demonstrated below, the New Yorker culture is one of inefficiency. A burden to their selves, they disregard with intent so that they may acquire not a state of accomplishment but of complacency, and at a cost to those who are cognitive of order.

The following is a segment of time on a comparatively over sized NYC side walk (5th Avenue and 39th Street) during a relatively eased moment of the morning (0730 to 0820). You will observe in the dreary Summer weather a sense of disorder. It will remain up to you to imagine a more common NYC side walk bearing only the width for 3 or less, seeing as we have no further interest to entertain the exterior of this nauseating heap for our few remaining days.

It should be noted that this will offer no surprise to those in the Southern states who are wary of the snowbirds as they descend in their automobiles with the same reckless spatially impaired abandonment.


Did You Know...that despite these four parts decrying the absolute truth of the decadence of New York City and how it is embraced by it's equally uncivilized occupants, NYC remains quite literally the least affordable, highest taxed and unAmerican city you will find exclaimed as an emblem of the United States of America and the World?

No more is New York City a deceiving mock of patriotism than harbouring a French statue greeting immigrants with the symbolism of American liberty. Our new American Republic, crafted with a singularity of intent, will most certainly rid our selves of such pseudonyms.
New York City Truth - Part III - Consent
"...better than sitting in L.A. traffic," is the customary perception of a New Yorker, both foreign and domestic. The inflicted New York alternative is a cacophony of human misery, which speaks to the true character of the ordinary New Yorker who perceptively tolerates this...


...in addition to this...


...on a quince-plus-daily basis as a preferable alternative to a transit enveloped in your own personalized environment, the likes of which each New Yorker attempts to duplicate by reading, immersion in loud music and blankly staring at a stained and sticky floor.


Did You Know...the reason NYC is idealized as a city that never sleeps perhaps lays blame with such an abundance of auditory tumult that noise complaints are cataloged not by law enforcement but with an individual tax payer fed city department?

In Part IV, video game-esque disorder of foot traffic on a NYC side walk and exposing the truth of a New Yorker's utter disdain for civilization. A single block will scientifically define a culture.