August 2009 Archives
The sacrificial lamb
…sacrificed, of course, to my tastebuds.
As you may recall, I’m growing mint plants outside. And the regular mint plant just ‘sploded into leaves a couple of days ago, after I’d cut it back, and I needed something to do with those leaves that wasn’t a mojito or a mint julep or tea.
Enter one pound of ground lamb.
Mush ground lamb up with garlic, minced onion, and a small handful of fresh mint and basil and a little salt and pepper, let sit in the fridge for an hour, then crumble into a hot pan and brown. Slather some hummus on a pita, dump yummy browned lamb on it, and then top it with chopped olives and tomatoes and feta and a big blob of tzatziki sauce (and I am sort of but not really ashamed to admit I heard a chorus of angels singing when I discovered that Kroger does in fact have actual Greek yogurt and I would not have to settle for the lame watery shit you get with Dannon and the like) and om nom nom.
In other news, I’ve been doing my part to remedy the severe dearth of Hetalia gifs on the Internets.
Oh boy oh boy!
There was a strange large Tyvek envelope in my mail today!
I wonder what it could possibly be?
:D
Is he fucking serious!?
Yeah, that sounds really nice… until you find out who said it. And what he said it about.
If you would rather not click, and I wouldn’t blame you a bit for that, let’s just say his particular part of this story is about as far from “heartwarming” as the laws of physics allow.
Jesus wept.
Note to self:
Do not leave your bike helmet in back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening. If you must leave your bike helmet in the back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening, please notice that you have done so before you start pushing the bike towards the door to go for a ride-n-run on Sunday morning.
As I may have mentioned, I do not ride anywhere without my helmet. Ever. Not even to the corner store a block away. Not even to the mailbox. It is not done.
The punchline: just yesterday I was at Wal-Mart (having arrived there by means that were not my bike) thinking “huh, it’s probably about time for a new bike helmet,” because I replace them about every six months whether I need to or not, and then I thought “… naaaaaaaaaah, maybe next week.” So my ride-n-run turned into just a run today, oh well.
I’m guessing this missed call from Aunt Boss I found on my cell from last night was in regards to this. Woops.
In conclusion, here are two of the first plants I’ve ever managed to not kill (the basil plant which is still also alive and well is not in the picture), plus two community cats.
Boolsheet: this is some
(emphasis mine, fail fail failityfaility FAIL, Mr. Abrahamson)
Yeah, basically, this whole shitstorm boils down to “she runs fast and doesn’t look like a girl so CLEARLY SHE IS A MAN HURRR.”
I’d like these assclowns to meet my stepmom. 6′, mostly arms and legs, wide shoulders, deep voice, more of a tomboy than me and let me tell you that takes some doing. She’s a woman. No doubt about it.
So is Caster Semenya, and she won. Get over it.
Dear, dear customer:
No, we cannot color-match and custom dye ribbons for you. Well, I’m sorry the two shades of purple our ribbon suppliers offer don’t perfectly match the fabric swatch you brought in. Yes, I’m aware that Home Depot can match paint to your swatches. We are not Home Depot and ribbons are not paint. No, needing them tomorrow will not change the fact that we cannot color-match them and in fact makes things even more impossible, because custom ribbon orders take ten business days. Yes, they might be able to get them to you faster IF they aren’t backed up with orders from people who didn’t wait until the last minute AND you pay their exorbitant rush charge. No, they will still almost certainly not arrive tomorrow. No, they will still not color-match and custom dye them if you pay a rush charge, what part of “they don’t do that” are you not getting!?
Yes, please do feel free to leave in a huff and tell me you’re going to the other award shops in the area, all of whom use the same ribbon suppliers we do and all of whom will probably be closed for the day by the time you get there.
(actually, rude customers are so rare at this shop that I kind of enjoy it when they do show up)
In other news, and because I understand this shit is BORING AS ALL HELL to some folks but I still enjoy babbling about it, I made another blog to chronicle all my ass-movin’ adventures. If you are interested in all my nerdery related to running and cycling and other such activities, you can keep up with it over there. If you don’t give a shit, you don’t have to see it here. Everybody wins!
(oh um also guys it is time for the periodic plug of my Race for the Cure pledge page–say that three times real fast–your chump change would be greatly appreciated)
That’s enough, Tom DeLay
That’s it, he’s done, play him off Keyboard Cat.
Part of me wants to just go stuff him back under whatever rock he’s been hiding under. Most of me is laughing itself to tears. Please trip over your own feet on national TV, Tom. Oh please oh please.
Excuse me Rob Liefeld WTF are you doing
(no, this isn’t about the “Learn To Draw” book thing, this is… something else)
(boy, is it ever “something else”)
In other, more loosely comic-related news, I played WSR table tennis against the Joker last night while the Pink Panther and random Chipmunks watched.
“Long,” of course, is a highly relative term here
I did my first official Long Run™ today. Please don’t ask me how long, let’s just say “long” and leave it at that.
So yesterday I went bopping into Gamestop with the intent of buying a wireless Nunchuk and nothing else. I mean, because I’ve already said I don’t need to be getting any more games until I finish Okami (I’m kind of stuck on the stupid digging thing in Sei-An City, God I hate those) and if I did, I really wanted to get either Ghostbusters or The Conduit first…
…so naturally, I left with a wireless Nunchuk and Wii Sports Resort.
Oh God it is so good.
I love the swordplay. Particularly the Quick Slice contest, in which you and an opponent have huge things thrown at you that must be sliced at a certain angle, and whoever slices their huge thing at the right angle first gets a point. So you’ve got this judge heaving logs and bamboo poles and giant pencils and gigantic sushi rolls and monstrous mutant fruit and the occasional giant diamond at you, and you have to look at the little arrow on it and chop accordingly before the other Mii dude does.
There are a couple of carryovers from the original Wii Sports–bowling and golf, and there’s table tennis instead of regular tennis. Golf with the Motion Plus is so much better than golf without. Bowling is about the same.
This is another game I really wish had the screenshot-to-SD-card joy that Animal Crossing has, mostly because of all the Miis involved. You still have the random assortment of Miis, yours and otherwise, as spectators, teammates, and opponents. But now the game will also grab random popular Miis from the Check Mii Out channel. This means that sooner or later, I’m going to have Peter Griffin, Michael Jackson, and Jesus hanging out and watching me play ping-pong. I can’t wait, really. …of course I turned it on, are you kidding
And I love the archery. So much. And Frisbee Dog is about the cutest thing ever.
