January 4, 2006
Why are you wanting me to suck on your chicken?
Another late day today. This time, I woke up at 8:30! Quelle horreur! On the way across the Bay Bridge, I called my boss and let her know, very candidly, that I was having a hard time adjusting to the regular work schedule, and that I would be in between 10 and 10:30. She thought that was funny...my honesty, that is. And besides, I have nothing to do, so what difference does it make when I get to work?
I went on a shopping spree last night...or my equivalent thereof. I didn't spend more than a hundred bucks, but that is a real spree in my books. I went to BB&B and bought a few cooking-related items that I have gone without for far long enough. And you know, typing in my abbreviation and then adding the <span> which defines it takes longer than just typing in the real name, but hey, it's the web; use it or lose it.
So, now that I finally have a decent kitchen timer, I can stop using the microwave for that purpose and use it in conjunction with the oven, and I can finally hear the damn thing when it goes off...because it's portable, and I can take it with me wherever I go, like on a walk or whatever. Because I can, you know.
So now I'm ready to indulge in my newly rediscovered hobby of baking. Yay.
And a short plug for my newest favorite podcast, the Drink ’til We're Funny podcast. It's a trio of friends, a king trio, from the greater metro Chicagoland area, who put out once a week and tell us funny stories, all grammatically correct to boot. I love love love it. Their Chicagoland accents make me smile in remembrance of people I used to know, mostly family. And the fact that they're only out once a week makes their podcast that much more special. You know, some of the more regular casters get a little tired of their own shtick, and it shows. Deena, Jon, and Justin have sworn to keep it funny by restricting themselves to only one show per week. And good for them. The show has a downside, too, though. They are so clever with their usage of the English language that they inadvertantly (or perhaps not so) create catch phrases that stick with me for days. So now, when I'm pissed at you, and I tell you to "burn in hell with Harpreet," you can blame it on the guys and gal at DTWF. Too bad we can't have real-life Noj cards. And too bad we can't arrest people for vernacular manslaughter. That's one way to cull the population, don't you think?
