I'm a pop-culture wasteland.

That's right. I know ridiculous amounts of pop-culture flotsam and jetsam. None of it will ever help me make money, and it will never win me any awards or anything fun like that. So here it will go, spilled out onto 'teh interwebs'.

My pop-culture interests are pretty varied, so one day you might be reading about the previous night's Top Chef, or you might be reading about Bento Boxes (my current love interest), or Korean candy, or 80s toys, or video games through the years. It's really a mixed bag here and you never know what's going to come oozing out of my brain. Kind of scary, huh? Like that yogurt stuff in that bad movie with the Bloom Brothers, back in the 80s. What was that one? "The Stuff"? Anyway, yeah, that's what my brain is. Stuff.

Today, in between tedious computer support work and emails, I've been looking for the perfect bento box. I had one that my son sort of stole and decided to use for his bath-tub time. It was so cute too! Blue Hello Kitty. So now I'm on a search for one of my own. One that won't end up in the bath. I had gone to JList, but I couldn't quite decide on anything. So now I'm scouring ebay.

The only bad thing about ebay is the price and the potential for buyer's remorse later on. I mean, I want a bento box, there's no doubt about that. Ebay has the best variety. But what happens if tomorrow I go to H-Mart and find the perfect bento box after I already ordered one off of ebay? Well I guess I get another one, that's what. But still. I'll feel as if I wasted money on the ebay one. Then there's the other big 'what if'. What if I suck at doing bentos? And what if I get tired of doing them? I mean, they take some work and I already end up eating crap lunches because I don't have time to pack stuff for myself. The plan now, though, is to make a lot of stuff ahead of time and freeze it. Then it stays cold until lunch, is pre-made but still home-made, and it fast to put together. Rice balls, curries, stir-fries, lots of veggies, and mini desserts I got from the international food mart. Those are all things that can easily make up a bento. It's just a matter of actually getting off my ass in the evening and putting them together. Not an easy feat lately. I'm pregnant and feel kind of like a land-locked whale.

Maybe my first bento should have baleen...