Dear Universe:
Please let RIM have to shut down their Blackberry service. The cries and pain of the affected users will be like a supple sound to my ear. Delicious.
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
Dear Universe:
Please let RIM have to shut down their Blackberry service. The cries and pain of the affected users will be like a supple sound to my ear. Delicious.
So heather has her residency this week (starting Thursday) and I was thinking about coming up friday to visit, leaving on Saturday.
She already has accomodation through another friend who is in the program, but I won’t. To save cash, I was wondering if any friends in Seattle might be able to put me up for the night? Friday Night?
I’d bring a cute puppy with me!
-=C
Hey there everybody (and I mean everybody – yes, you too. 😉 )
News:
Um, not much. I’ve been working and playing City of Heroes [and CoV, thanks, Rob] and cooking lately.
The other day I did this with onion, carrot, brocolli, cauliflower, potatoes, garlic. Instead of salt, I tossed them with Mae Ploy red curry and olive oil.
Once cooked, transferred them to a stock pot and added Pacific’s creamy tomato soup in the tetrapak. Delicious.
I usually make this “Tomato Curry Vegatable soup” by cooking the veggies in a bit of curry and olive oil in the pot first. The roasting way is FAR superior in both flavour and time considerations. The carmelized bits add a dimension to the soup that is well received. Yummers.
This weekend we need to put away all the Christmas decorations. I know the house is going to seem bare and lonley once they go away. I’ll have to fill it with the smell of cooking, I suppose.
In other news, I’ve applied for a position at PSU. My exact job description for my IT career-track that I was on previously. It would be nice to be making what I deserve again.
Also, I’ve been extremely tired of the internet culture lately – the idea that “everyone is a critic” and I suppose the underlying idae of criticism and opinion. I think at the base, Opinions are worthless trappings of ephemeral illusionary meaning. I wish we didn’t spend so much time about personal reaction and judgement to external objects (and more precisely what we view those reactions to mean). I just don’t buy that the analysis of a person’s taste has any objective meaning in any sense of scale, grand or small. I guess I’m mellowing and getting more accepting in my old age.
I’d better get back to work here – it is Friday and a some old friends are coming up this weekend to visit. Neither has seen the house since the Tiki Room went in, nor the bathroom. We’ll need to clean up a bit tonight.
Cheers!
Keep your eyes on your own paper
Mind your own beeswax
You can only change others by changing yourself
p.s. if there is something you hate about someone else or some other group, it is really beacuse you hate it about yourself, but must externalize it to be able to address the issue.
I love you, David Cross!
For Christmas, we adopted an orphaned eight-year-old Chihuahua.
I give to you “Sir Percival Elton von Budgerigar I”
Woof!
He’s a sweetie: He is housetrained, polite, & cuddly. We decided to call him either “Budgie” or “Sir.”