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Deep. Fried. Brownie. Sundae.
The Lebowski Fest was on September 13. There was a burlesque show before the movie, and a really horrible noise band. Liam was there and he did his little move. It was a very exciting night.
I'd like to fall into a coma for the next 19 days, please.
Vacation can't get here soon enough. No disasters or anything, but I'm just so tired and ready to get away. I haven't taken a proper vacation since August 2007, so this is definitely necessary. The weight of the world has been on my shoulders for far too long - I need me some hot tub time!!!
Also, there are no dessert type items in the house and I could kill for a cookie or some ice cream. Notice how I said "kill" and not "Walk the 2 blocks to the 7-11 to buy something" - one is definitely more preferable than the other. I'll sacrifice my roommate's life for a pint of Ben & Jerry's, or at least some Oreos.
Let's see...nothing else going on. I've been reading about economics and I'd like to travel back in time and kick Milton Friedman's ass. I'm sad about Edward Kennedy. I need to get to the movie theater to see The Hangover, Inglorious Basterds, Extract and some other movies. Sur la Table has Le Creuset items on sale and I want to buy a stockpot. My ultra cheap Ikea couch (bought 3 years ago and I got my money's worth) has officially reached the highly uncomfortable stage. Sigh.
Okay, that's enough. Further updates as events warrant.
EDIT: I've been using the Books area to keep track of all the books I've read so far this year, and the Amazon snafu still isn't fixed. I'm venturing that it isn't ever going to be. That means I have to find somewhere else to list my books - crud.
30 days until vacation with Cranky and Elvis!!!
I got mariser's lovely postcard of the Northern Lights - and this is immediately what sprang to mind:
Skinner retires to the kitchen for a second. When he walks back
into the dining room, we can see that the entire kitchen is in
flames.
Skinner: [faking a yawn] Well, that was wonderful. Good time was had
by all. I'm pooped.
Chalmers: Yes, I guess I should be --
[notes entire kitchen is on fire]
Good Lord, what is happening in there?
Skinner: Aurora Borealis?
Chalmers: Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? A this time of day?
In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your
kitchen?
Skinner: Yes.
Chalmers: May I see it?
Skinner: Oh, erm... No.
-- Skinner and Superintendent,
"Twenty-Two Short Films About Springfield"
How sad about Walter Cronkite. I always liked him and he seemed like a very good person. Even though he was 92, I just always thought he'd be around forever. Guess that means I'm getting older. Sigh.
For me, at least.
I was enlisted to make cupcakes for get-together that my BFF and his Old Lady are throwing this afternoon. Made yellow cupcakes and devil's food cupcakes last night, then did chocolate buttercream icing and marshmellow icing this morning. The breakthrough came to me when it was time to ice the cakes: I used my cookie dropper-ice creamy scoop thing to dispense the icing and then smooshed the icing around with my offset spatula. Ta-da! It worked like a charm! Each one received the perfect amount of icing and it was really easy. Yay!
Pictures of the cupcakes will come later. My camera needs to be recharged now. The cupcakes are sleeping in their Cupcake Condo, ready for the big car ride to the South Side!
Is it wrong to think "Bring on the bacon!" upon receiving one's cholesterol test results?
Signed,
Curious in Chicago
