Fire of Unknown Origin

And it’s supposed to stay a while! Now hopefully, it’ll stop just long enough for me to run and then ride to work tomorrow. And then again in the afternoon so I can go get a new brake cable and then go get some things to make Purple Taters Au Gratin and then go home.

Speaking of the purple taters, they taste about like regular potatoes. Except prettier. Last night I made some hash with one of them and some of that huge bell pepper and those yellow tomatoes and some prosciutto and some other stuff, and it was great. Tonight I made some veggie and shrimp curry with another purple tater. And I ate the last of the bacon chocolate. ;_;

In other news, I got Okami yesterday. It is so good and so , so pretty. ♥

Sure enough, I remembered one more item I got at Central Market… dear God, how could I forget to mention that I got a bar of bacon chocolate?

Because I totally got a bar of bacon chocolate. And it’s really good.

So today Mom calls me. “I NEED VEGGIES,” she says. “Let’s go shopping!”

“…okay!” I say.

She comes to pick me up and goes “O HAY wanna go to Central Market?”

“EEEEEEEEEEEE,” I say, because I’ve never been there.

And so, off we go.

Let me tell you what I came home with:

• three white peaches
• one orange bell pepper bigger than Spazz’s head
• one bunch of bananas
• one pint of bright yellow cherry tomatoes (they had some awesome heirloom tomatoes, but they were a little pricey and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to eat those huge motherfuckers before they went bad)
• Three purple potatoes (!!!)
• Two bottles of strawberry Ramune
• One can of wasabi peanuts
• Two boxes of wafer-thin little cookies (one chocolate, one cappuccino)
• one thing from the bakery that was labeled as a pizza crust; there were samples of it out there and it was really more like a really flat loaf of lovely soft white bread with cheese baked into it
• possibly some other shit I have forgotten about

I wish they would build one of these closer to home, oh man.

Hey, Animal Crossing peeps–anyone need a Master Sword? ‘Cause Nook got one in today and I jumped all over that shit and I can totally hook you up now.

Also, I finally caught a fucking lantern fly.

Also also I put up a shitload of built-up AC pictures, including a few shots from the Great Fnordton Swine Flu Pandemic (there were a couple of weeks where neighbors kept getting sick one after the other, and two of my neighbors are pigs), a few choice Blanca faces, and a Starbucks shower reference.

Moar here.

It occurs to me that my initial reaction to pretty much everything on This Is Why You’re Fat boils down to “man, I love all those things, just not all in the same dish”

Case in point: this pancake nightmare.

Exception: this jelloburger, which has no readily apparent redeeming qualities. I just don’t trust opaque Jello.

So now he says he was in Argentina, doing something exotic.

IS THAT WHAT YOU KIDS CALL IT THESE DAYS

[ETA: ...apparently that is what you kids call it these days. He just admitted he was fuckin' around. Gaspu, daishokku, etc.]

As you might have heard, South Carolina governor Mark Sanford just kind of up and disappeared a few days ago. If anyone knew where he was, they weren’t saying. Even his wife was all “lol IDK w/e ¯\(O_o)/¯” when asked about this.

Well, don’t worry–he’s fine. He just fucked off to go hiking for a couple of days, is all! Along the Appalachian Trail, over Father’s Day, which just happened to be the Summer Solstice, which just happens to be the traditional Appalachian Trail Naked Hiking Day.

…

…I’ll just let you savor that mental image for a moment. Or give you a moment to stab your brain out with a spoon, whichever you need. I mean, as long as he keeps his mouth shut he’s actually not a horrible-looking dude, but… yeah. That’s… that image is not how I wanted to start my day, not really, no.

Now before someone gets their panties in a bunch, nobody is saying that the governor of South Carolina actually went for a naked hike.

They’re just saying that the governor of South Carolina happened to be on or near the trail where naked hiking happens on the very day naked hiking happens, and nobody seemed to know or be willing to divulge beforehand that the governor of South Carolina was going to be hiking on or near the trail where naked hiking happens on the day naked hiking happens.

(I’m about to get bombarded with hits from people searching Google for “naked hiking,” aren’t I)

First, your disturbing chaobell.net search request of the day:

“what to do with fire when ur bored”

…well, I’d suggest you start by maybe finding a hobby that does not involve fire. Or if you must fart around with fire when you’re bored, at least find a fire-related hobby that is awesome.

So it’s getting to be that time of year where instead of the usual cheerful little sun or puffy little clouds, ForecastFox shows me a steaming red thermometer next to the little summary of the day’s weather.

This either means torrents of boiling mercury and hot shards of glass are going to rain down from the sky, or it’s just going to be really fucking hot. Not that you can really tell the difference on some days, but anyway.

So this means I have to do one of two things: either wait until almost dark when I’ve already been working and biking all day and am already tired to run, or drag my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to run and get it the hell out of the way. I chose the latter. And really, it’s not that bad. At least, I ended up not having to repeat Week 4 like I thought I might–started Week 5 on schedule this morning and it was… okay. At 6:30 it was already getting hot and sticky, and even so it probably would have been a lot better if there’d been even the slightest little breeze up ins.

I’m not real sure about day 2–this is the first weird week where the days are not all the same and it goes from three 5-minute runs with three minutes between them on day 1 to a solid 20-minute run on day 3 and uggggh oh well, we’ll see what happens.

The first question here is, what the fuck did I just watch

Okay, I’m not about to pay $200 for a pair of shoes, I’m certainly not about to pay $200 for a pair of shoes I can’t try on or even lay hands on, but… HOLY SHIT THOSE ARE AWESOME

I mean–just–EVA-01 SHOES

SERIOUSLY