Monday, November 24, 2008

Start Stretching Your Stomach

I shouldn't open my work email until after I write something here and get all comfy at my desk. I did it anyway this morning and exchanged a few um, stern emails with a FUBAR subcontract and now I'm cranky. Oh well, at least I still have all of my limbs. See, when you get angry about piddly stuff like that you have to remind yourself that it could always be worse.

If you missed the IAGG show last night, that's unfortunate because it was wonderful and there won't be one again until 2009 although the holiday season always rushes by and it'll be back before you know it so I guess you're not any worse off except that you missed Jill Bernard's comparison of The Nutcracker to socialism. Too bad she didn't touch on the pedophilia aspect of the story. I'm a bit thankful for that since my mother and I always go to see The Nutcracker every year and this year's turn is coming up on Dec. 13th. I'll just call on my familial traits of tuning the real world out so I'm not bothered by the fact that the wacky uncle is singling out the pubescent girl by slowly creeping towards her with a special gift like he was Gollum giving up the ring, WHY DOESN'T ANYONE STOP HIM...oo, dance of the snowflakes!

All food is bought and in it's proper holding place until the big day which is only three short days away. I've decided that I'm making my own dinner because I absolutely love making a huge dinner like that. I don't know that many people will show up but that'll just mean more left overs for me. I'm fine with that. You know, turkeys aren't as intimidating as you think. It's pretty easy to have them turn out good. You don't need to do the brining thing and you definitely don't need to do the basting thing. I've made two big ones now both with no basting or brining and they've turned out to be wonderful. The problem I have is trussing them correctly. I'm never quite certain how to tie those little fuckers up right. By the time I'm done, they look like little S&M turkeys. I'd make a horrible dominatrix...or a really good one, I'm not sure.

Only three work days this week, how wonderful is that? It's very wonderful.

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