Shoe Leather Goodness (aka A Well Done BBQ), Barry Bonds Won't Share, How to Blow an Interview

- So, for the third straight day, I had BBQed food. Visiting my dad--we came to Monterey Park so that my mom and sister could pack for our trip to NorCal--he decided to cook roast beef. He bought a huge beef roast into his trusty Ronco Rotisserie, similar to this one. Unfortunately, he badly undercooked it (he threw in a 6lb. roast for about an hour, when beef roasts generally take 18min/lb. to cook), so he decided to slice it up and finish the roast on a small, portable grill.

Unfortunately, he proceeded to cook the hell out of most of the remaining slices--nobody in my family, save for my sister, likes their beef with even a hint of pink--and he enjoyed his delicious shoe leather for dinner, along with the rest of the family. I salvaged a couple of slices, grilled it for a few seconds, and enjoyed my medium-rare roast beef, with some salad, bread, and this delicious feta cheese spread.

- Barry Bonds may not share mementos of his historic home run chase with the MLB Hall of Fame. Oh noes! It's not as if Bonds already has few people actually cheering for him; is he on a mission to be booed by the entire MLB, outside of San Francisco? " "I'm not worried about the Hall," the San Francisco slugger said during a recent homer drought. "I take care of me," " whined Bonds. This is exhibit A as to why Bonds is hated; it's not a race thing for me, it's a jerk thing.

Then again, maybe Bonds doesn't really owe the Hall of Fame anything, not with the witch hunt the MLB has employed in order to bust people for using performance enhancers. Yes, we have no concrete evidence that Bonds cheated--his growing melon and the fact that he got much better as he got older aren't concrete enough, apparently--but I wonder how many people out there really believe that he did not cheat.

Anyway, Barry, you're in desperate need for some positive PR. Do the right thing, and at least offer that gigantic piece of armor you wear on your arm to the HOF, when you finally hit the record-breaker. Just don't expect many people outside of San Francisco to cheer.

- Finally, here's a list of ten ways to blow a job interview. Browsing quickly over the list, is there anything there that is surprising? Don't be rude to the receptionist? Don't use inappropriate language? Don't be late to the interview? Did this article really need to be drafted?!?

Maybe someone should write an article entitled "How to make a sandwich" and put in such important rules as "Put your meat, veggies, and condiments between the bread" and "Never cut your sandwich horizontally."

Later tonight, I will blog about this entire Kobe Bryant/LA Lakers situation. That will serve as Tuesday's blog entry. As for the rest of the week, we'll see if I have a chance to blog, or if it's bye-bye for me and the IMBC.