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Umm. Yeah. I can stop blogging now.
There was a blog post in today’s NYT Book Review linking me to this site, and I just cut and pasted in my last blog post. YEAH.
Okay. Now back to your regular reading.
Posted in Princess MeMeMe, just plain silly, links
I go to therapy not far from Fenway Park and Kenmore Square, a land of ample metered parking. Usually. But it’s baseball season, and as I came out of my session, the SUVs were roaming like mad cattle, foaming and frothing and honking and worst of all, NOT USING THEIR SIGNALS TO INDICATE LANE CHANGES. (Careful there, E., your pet peeves are showing.)
I got to my car, got in, turned on the ignition, and had not yet even turned on my blinker when bang, one SUV WHIZ backed up right on top of me and BANG another crept up behind, both of them glaring at one another so hard that they completely ignored that between them, they’d made it impossible for me to get out of the space, because each of them had encroached at least six inches alongside my bumpers in an effort to claim the whole space.
I tried looking at one. Then I tried to look at the other. I honked my horn, even, because in Boston, this is universal for “Get out of the way, one of you assholes, because I can’t fucking get out of the space.” I also glared over my glasses.
Apparently, they were both from the suburbs and did not comprehend, because neither one budged. I therefore got out of the car. After all, I had fifteen minutes more on the meter, and there’s a lovely coffee place not that far away.
blc’s not going out, in a manner of speaking. And Red Sox fans? Don’t fence me in. (I love Bing & the Andrews’ Sisters’ version too, but ooh, David Byrne. How can you not love David Byrne singing that song?)
Posted in YouTube, books, going to hell, just plain silly, links, music
Beyonce, girlfriend, forget rings. You and I have got to talk about fried eggs. Especially this one. Because there’s this woman Deb, she runs an excellent website, and she has a recipe I think you will like– because see that glossy, fried golden egg on top of it all? This is a recipe all the Single Ladies can cook in less than a half hour (once the chopping is done), fried egg and all, and you only need one pan to cook it all in, even if you need a few bowls for your ingredients.
You can even scoop the cooked hash to one side and do the eggs on the clear bit, to conserve on the washing of dishes.
And that’s something to sing about.
Deb specifically mentions putting the fried egg on top, and are we glad we did. It binds everything together in creamy deliciousness. We served this with Australia’s Pillar Box Red, despite the warnings not to serve red wine with asparagus. It worked, nevertheless.
This is definitely something that’d work with green beans later on in the season– no reason not to repeat the combo of fresh green flavor with hash savoriness all through the summer.
(I’m desperately trying to find some way to make some bootylicious joke, but I’m just lame!fail tonight. But the recipe works. Trust me on this.)
So … I’m watching Neil Young sing the theme to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air on Jimmy Fallon courtesy of teh Hulu, and the clickety clickety tells me OOOOOH, Pixies are playing on Jimmy Fallon, too.
I cannot abide Jimmy Fallon. Long story. Don’t ask. But he does have good musical acts. So I click on the clip, and they’re playing “Debaser.” Which is awesome.
Until two different trains at opposite ends of the track leave two different stations at two different speeds, one thinking GODDAMN, the Pixies are still awesome, got to dig out my CDs and listen to them in the car while I toodle around in my beige ’03 station wagon picking up groceries for thanksgiving, including the apricot preserves for my special cranberry chutney (ok, fine, Orangette’s, make it, your family will PLOTZ), and the other train chugs out thinking things like Black Francis is chunky, I already knew that, and Kim Deal’s hair looks really glossy, and David Lovering’s glasses are neat, kind of German-looking, he looks like that guy in the store yesterday who bought two biographies on Ayn Rand and wouldn’t it be cool if he was, and then … bam.
The trains crashed.
And no, I don’t know where or what time. I suck at word problems.
No. I realized this.
I am going to pop the Pixies into the dash of my station wagon and rock out while I go pick up my organic groceries for Thanksgiving, when my very cute nephew will eat with his teeth!!! and my Dad will declaim about something and a good time and far, far too much food will be had.
I’m that woman in that VW commercial from a few years ago– anyone remember that particular one? Come on. You know the one I’m talking about.
And you know what?
It’s awesome. I love 35. I am gonna go put on my women’s college baseball cap, my clogs and my fleece, and rock out while I pick up some groceries.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
Posted in just plain silly, links
“It’s snowing outside. What are you going to do about that?”
“Ignore it until it goes away.”
“You are not allowed to usurp my methods of coping.”
“I learned it by watching you, alright? I learned it by watching you!”
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Minutes later: “What the hell did I marry a weather witch for if you’re not going to use your powers for my benefit?”
Posted in Better Half, just plain silly
