apropos of nothing

My index finger nail just tore off, halfway down the bed. No blood, but much ow. Welcome to Monday.

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I love Anthony Bourdain. I do't think I'd like him all that much (he'd probably try to get me to eat a whole cobra, or something) but I do love him.

"Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself."

I'm sort of bummed I won't be around for the season premier of No Reservations on New Year's Day. I may have to eat something really exotic and cringe-worthy to make up for it.

Am thinking about this because I spent a lot of yesterday cooking. Made my first chicken stew, which came out quite tasty, if not quite stew-perfect. Boomer made his best Pitiful Starving Me effort to get the bones, but no go. Also made cinnamon-chocolate cookies, which I'm told need more chocolate, and a batch of raisin scones. Am contemplating my collection of truffle recipes, which will probably please those coming for Channukah dinner.

See, for me, when the book needs a break, I get the urge to cook. And once I cook, I must then clean. By the time I'm through with all the steps, I'm usually ready to go back to the book.

*frowns at book* *frowns at recipes*

*frowns at calandar with Important Dates marked on it, and goes back to book*

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note to self: Shark phobia? Still in effect. Do NOT go to Sea World's "Terrors of the Deep" shark tanks. Ever. No.




ETA: Oh dear. Pandora is under the coffee table, looking up, and Boomer is on top of the coffee table looking down, and this is going to end ba...

yeah. As usual. Boomer pounces, Pandora hisses, and Boomer runs like the wussyboy he is. But he keeps trying. It's like watching fifth graders doing the pre-dating dance.

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I normally avoid youtube like the plague it is, but this one I had to share.

Political content. Not work-safe. Not kid-safe. Rude words, disturbing visuals, and high level of Liberalism within. Also damn funny.

"Clinton Got a Blowjob"

progress, and the gift-giving meme

2500 words and I wrote myself out of a corner, yay. And half a smut scene. Scribus interruptus.

Also hero's name has to change. I see the point, but it makes me cranky. I can rework it to keep the running pun, though. That makes me happy. I'm all about the implicit puns.

( and because everyone wants prezzies, even virtual... )

Also also? XMen 3 really really sucked, didn't it?