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Saturday, March 30, 2002

Last Meals.

Tonight I'm going to the Movie Club with the Boyfriend. We're supposed to be discussing Monster's Ball. I have to publicly say thank you to George for all his research? I might be able to pretend that I know something about movies tonight.

The biggest problem I'm having is again food-related: We're supposed to bring something appropriate for the film. But let's face it: the last meals of those on death row tends towards burgers and fried chicken, not necessarily the best vegetarian fare. Why do I find it so intriguing to read about someone's last meal, whether pedestrian or gourmet?

I could avoid the death row issue and bring character appropriate food instead: chocolate ice cream with plastic spoons. Or little bottles of Jack Daniels.

Hm. That might make me the most popular, come to think of it.

02:39 PM PST (link)

Thursday, March 28, 2002

Whatcha doin'?

Um, I don't know. Working, and stuff. Why don't you go solve a jigsaw puzzle or go look at naked bear cubs, or even turn off the Internet or something?

02:39 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Seconds, anyone?

It's been a quite a week for food trauma. First there was an office-wide trip out to Dim Sum. Unless the restaurant is expressly vegetarian, though, getting fed can be somewhat hit-or-miss. Conversation with the staff went along these lines:

Casey: Is this vegetarian?
Waiter: Sure. You eat fish?
C: No, I'm a vegetarian.
W: OK. Have this...Tofu with Seaweed.
C: (Taking a bite) Ugh, it's got shrimp in it! I though you said it didn't have fish in it?
W: (blank look) Shrimp's not fish...
C: (Sighing) Do you have vegetables?
W: How about stuffed portobello mushroom?
C: And there's no fish in it?
W: No.
C: No Shrimp?
W: No.
C: No meat at all?
W: No. Just portobello mushroom, stuffed with vegetables.
C: All right, then. (Takes a bite)
W: ...and chicken.

Then there was the Pizza after helping my niece move. There was no more cheese pizza left, so my father proceeded to eat all the meat off of a slice of "Deluxe" for me. Er, thanks, but that's OK. I'm not sure if I should consider that "supportive" of my vegetarianism or not. Then again, coming from a former butcher, I suppose that's something.

And then we ordered Thai food last night, which was at least vegetarian (I think.) Now, "Dumb" is ordering a yellow curry when I know damn well that I'll be sick all night long because of it. "Stupid," however, will be tonight when I reheat the leftovers.

04:53 PM PST (link)

Sunday, March 24, 2002

True Rules about Moving.

When they say that "a bunch of brawny French guys" will be showing up to help load stuff, what they really mean is that a couple scrawny Frenchmen will show up after all the heavy stuff is loaded into the trucks and will take lamps and throw rugs in the backs of their Sentras.
When given the option, always take both trucks back to pick up the "last few things."
It's a bad idea to pack your credit cards on top of an open bag with clothes. It's a very bad idea to stuff this bag in the open back of a pick up, the one from out of which a chair fell on Freeway 80. It's further a bad idea to forget that said open bag was actually moved out of the back of that truck and then panic at the new place.
Follow basic moving advice. At least have more than six small boxes which you've been using all week to carry small carloads back and forth. Particularly when everyone arrives at 11 to help and realizes that nothing else in the house is packed.
Say what you will about the longevity of Ikea furniture; at least it's light to pick up and move.
You will threaten to throw everything you own away after moving someone else's things. You will not necessarily do this, because as George Carlin puts it, it might be someone else's shit, but if it's yours, it's your stuff.
After a bad moving experience, consider Professional Movers for your next move before you resort to more serious ways of dealing with your things.

(Seriously, I do hope my niece and her husband are happy in their new place in Sweet Home El Cerrito. However, I think I need to go lie down now. Ouch.)

08:01 PM PST (link)