29 October 2007
28 October 2007
Recovery Period
Late last night, I wrote a lovely, thoughtful and link-filled post that Blogger ate.
It was about the fabulous Halloween party that Kevin Charnas and Will threw.
By "fabulous" I don't mean that we had a lot of fun standing around a driveway and drinking beers while eating cheetos.
I mean Walt Disney fabulous. I mean creepy haunted 3-D technicolor fun fabulous. Just as a frinstance - Will MADE a life-sized funeral carriage, complete with haunted casket and skeletal driver.
Other pieces of fabulousness include seeing Kelly of West Coast Grrlie Blather who already feels like an old friend, and my favorite creative couple, LeahPeah and Joe.
The only not-fabulous thing was that I was so eager to get to the party that I forgot my camera. When photos start appearing on flickr, I will link up.
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My first duty this morning was to fry up a batch of chapulines for our Day of the Dead celebration at church. Believe me, nothing caps an evening of costumed drinking and dancing better than frying up a mess of grasshoppers at sunrise.
People at church were pretty brave. We had some real fans of the little hoppers because they were from Mexico, where they had eaten them all the time. Like they say, it's all what you grow up with. I finally broke down and tried one, abandoning my tried and true "But I'm a vegetarian" objection.
How do they taste? Like chile-lime potato chips, but with tiny legs. Hee hee.
One woman complained because I had prepared them with chiles and she can't eat spicy food. That is a complaint I truly never anticipated hearing - my grasshoppers were not to someone's liking. Ah well. Can't please everyone.
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I FINALLY posted something new over at my food blog, Snackish. It is slightly more appealing than chapulines: Swiss chard and tomato casserole.
It was about the fabulous Halloween party that Kevin Charnas and Will threw.
By "fabulous" I don't mean that we had a lot of fun standing around a driveway and drinking beers while eating cheetos.
I mean Walt Disney fabulous. I mean creepy haunted 3-D technicolor fun fabulous. Just as a frinstance - Will MADE a life-sized funeral carriage, complete with haunted casket and skeletal driver.
Other pieces of fabulousness include seeing Kelly of West Coast Grrlie Blather who already feels like an old friend, and my favorite creative couple, LeahPeah and Joe.
The only not-fabulous thing was that I was so eager to get to the party that I forgot my camera. When photos start appearing on flickr, I will link up.
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My first duty this morning was to fry up a batch of chapulines for our Day of the Dead celebration at church. Believe me, nothing caps an evening of costumed drinking and dancing better than frying up a mess of grasshoppers at sunrise.
People at church were pretty brave. We had some real fans of the little hoppers because they were from Mexico, where they had eaten them all the time. Like they say, it's all what you grow up with. I finally broke down and tried one, abandoning my tried and true "But I'm a vegetarian" objection.
How do they taste? Like chile-lime potato chips, but with tiny legs. Hee hee.
One woman complained because I had prepared them with chiles and she can't eat spicy food. That is a complaint I truly never anticipated hearing - my grasshoppers were not to someone's liking. Ah well. Can't please everyone.
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I FINALLY posted something new over at my food blog, Snackish. It is slightly more appealing than chapulines: Swiss chard and tomato casserole.
27 October 2007
Poll question
When people are lying to you, but the lies won't change your life at all - the equivalent of "big fish" stories, what do you do?
I have several people in my life who...um...embroider things to an unbelievable degree.
On one hand, I could say "no harm, no foul."
On the other, I feel disrespected - do they really think I am stupid enough to believe the fake facts they spew?
Do you call them on it, or do you let them have their over-active fantasy life?
I have several people in my life who...um...embroider things to an unbelievable degree.
On one hand, I could say "no harm, no foul."
On the other, I feel disrespected - do they really think I am stupid enough to believe the fake facts they spew?
Do you call them on it, or do you let them have their over-active fantasy life?
25 October 2007
What follows
When I mentioned my attorney the other day, several of you commented approvingly on his wacky sense of humor.
What I failed to mention that my attorney is my ex-BF. And he is a lot more my friend than he is my attorney. He has actually never done any legal work for me, and since I have little money and no power and I try to keep the libel and slander down to a minimum around here, he may never have to do any.
But over the years he has become one of my best friends and confidants. This happens to me all the time. I am apparently a rotten girlfriend and an excellent ex-GF.
I talk to my ex-BF Steve every day for about 5 minutes. We don't say anything important, but we like to keep in touch.
And then there's Mr. Mojo. Since my sister died, Moj is the only person on the planet who gets me like she did. We dated in our 20s, then didn't speak for 17 years. Then fell madly in love again. For a minute or two. I remember a tiki bar in Albuquerque. Then it was over again.
But now when I need someone who understands, Mojo is the one I call. I can be completely mentally ill with him and he keeps the faith for me. He knows I am sane underneath it all.
I love these guys, and they love me. I have never seen the benefit in being bitter about people I dated. I mean, we liked each other once. Just because we have moved on, does that mean we should hate one another?
Apparently it does to the exMrStapler. He won't speak to me, email me, nuthin'. I guess it works for him, but I don't get it.
About 3 times a week, I see something hilarious/weird/amazing that I know he would love. I wish I could call him and tell him about it, but he isn't going for that deal. I guess this is the point in the story where I say "His loss," because I don't know what else to do.
What I failed to mention that my attorney is my ex-BF. And he is a lot more my friend than he is my attorney. He has actually never done any legal work for me, and since I have little money and no power and I try to keep the libel and slander down to a minimum around here, he may never have to do any.
But over the years he has become one of my best friends and confidants. This happens to me all the time. I am apparently a rotten girlfriend and an excellent ex-GF.
I talk to my ex-BF Steve every day for about 5 minutes. We don't say anything important, but we like to keep in touch.
And then there's Mr. Mojo. Since my sister died, Moj is the only person on the planet who gets me like she did. We dated in our 20s, then didn't speak for 17 years. Then fell madly in love again. For a minute or two. I remember a tiki bar in Albuquerque. Then it was over again.
But now when I need someone who understands, Mojo is the one I call. I can be completely mentally ill with him and he keeps the faith for me. He knows I am sane underneath it all.
I love these guys, and they love me. I have never seen the benefit in being bitter about people I dated. I mean, we liked each other once. Just because we have moved on, does that mean we should hate one another?
Apparently it does to the exMrStapler. He won't speak to me, email me, nuthin'. I guess it works for him, but I don't get it.
About 3 times a week, I see something hilarious/weird/amazing that I know he would love. I wish I could call him and tell him about it, but he isn't going for that deal. I guess this is the point in the story where I say "His loss," because I don't know what else to do.
23 October 2007
Generalissimo
I blame my continuing semi-impoverished state on a number of factors. First is probably laziness, followed by a willingness to spend money on ephemeral, expensive stuff (helicopter flying lessons, anyone?).
But there is also another problem: I am a hopeless generalist. A dilettante.
All of the best entrepreneurs are somewhat obsessive. They get one idea and follow it through. I get one idea and follow it until the next good idea...about 5 minutes later.
For instance, here are some of the things in the news that have been fascinating me lately:
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Giant Falling Iceballs
MRSA
Sonar-related whale deaths
Shipbreaking
I guess I have concern for the ocean. And other stuff. But this is just part of the list of the things I wonder about every day. Maybe I will never be super rich. But I will always have something to think about.
What are YOU obsessing about? You know, news stories and articles that you can't stop yourself from clicking on?
But there is also another problem: I am a hopeless generalist. A dilettante.
All of the best entrepreneurs are somewhat obsessive. They get one idea and follow it through. I get one idea and follow it until the next good idea...about 5 minutes later.
For instance, here are some of the things in the news that have been fascinating me lately:
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Giant Falling Iceballs
MRSA
Sonar-related whale deaths
Shipbreaking
I guess I have concern for the ocean. And other stuff. But this is just part of the list of the things I wonder about every day. Maybe I will never be super rich. But I will always have something to think about.
What are YOU obsessing about? You know, news stories and articles that you can't stop yourself from clicking on?
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