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Plugged Back In
At last we have internets at the hizzy. So very pleased.
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Boom.
One of my Republican leanings is with regard to gun control. I don’t like it. However, all Obama’s asking for is to limit the sale of assault weapons and high-capacity magazines. I don’t see the problem there. Most hunters and recreational shooters don’t need such things. Which is why I agree with this point. Most Conservatives believe in freedoms that suit them and them alone. It’s maddening.
(via party-wok)
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Anthony Bourdain and Alton Brown at a strip club together, the Clermont Lounge in Atlanta to be exact. This is the most perfect moment in history.
If I waked into an establishment and Anthony Bourdain was talking to Alton Brown I would be really excited but I would have the respect to admire them from afar. If I waked into a strip club and saw them I would lose it and run over and try to hug them both. I can’t even describe my pure joy of seeing them together in this episode. It’s obvious that Bourdain hasn’t been enjoying the shtick of The Layover, but he really seemed to enjoy Atlanta. That made me so happy.
And again, I say he needs to experience Nashville.
Do you really consider the Clermont a strip club? I was there once…after a Lucero Show where I’d had too much whiskey. And yes, there were a couple (as I recall) old chicks lacking some clothing on the bar, but no one was really paying attention to them. Besides that, it just seemed like an ordinary dive bar. There was also some punk band that had just finished up their set.
I’ve only been to the Clermont once, and the usual folks weren’t there. I went there after a SCOTS show and the band was there drinking. But it’s known for the 90 some-odd year old lady who entertains patrons by crushing beer cans with her boobs. I’ve never met her, but some friends have told me legendary stories. I think it was a much bigger thing back in the 80s and 90s.
And by the way, the idea of Anthony Bourdain and Alton Brown in the same room is just fantastic to me. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall there.
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Best use ever of the angry cat meme.
(Source: iraffiruse, via party-wok)
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One of the Best Things in the World
Is any morning when J doesn’t have to work and we listen to records and drink coffee until time for me to go to work.
I wish it was every day sometimes, but then it wouldn’t be quite as special.
I absolutely love living with him.
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I think this just confirms that all “Beliebers” are fucking a class psychotic. They started the trend #cutforbieber because of Justin Bieber smoking weed. WHO DOESN’T WHEN THEY’RE 18 YEARS OLD.
I am so appalled. This pushed the limits for me. I don’t even know what to say to these people anymore.
what… the… fuck.
Holy shit.
Because he smoked WEED?! Maybe they should try it. Might make them less psychotic.
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At Last
All my shit and myself now reside at J’s house. Now it’s just a matter of setting things up. I always look forward to that part, though.
First, however, I have to clean the apartment after work today. Blurgh.
Can’t wait to get everything set up. J keeps saying it’ll be much more like a home to him now, and that’s an encouraging thought.
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This is what happens when you combine whiskey, herb, and several hours of rest in between family Christmas functions.
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Breakfast
I’m a fortunate lady to have a chef for a feller.
J had made some stuffed mushroom caps to take to my family’s Christmas (they were a bit hit) and he had some of the sausage stuffing left. So he added more sausage and fried up a couple patties to go with some of his mom’s leftover biscuits.
Then he made gravy out of the drippings by adding coffee and cream and a few other seasonings.
And it was remarkable. Good Lord. He can make a five star meal out of Ramen, leftovers, and a little heavy cream. It’s amazing to behold.
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Still Intact… Now to Get Some Shit Done
So much to do today. Tomorrow is my family’s Christmas shenanigans and I have yet to get anyone’s Christmas gift. Luckily I just have three kids and one adult to buy for and I know what I’m getting for all but two of them. Also got cookies and jambon mezzaluna (the new name J gave to my half-moon biscuits) to make and at least four stores to go to.
And oh yeah, my car isn’t fixed yet, but should be before it gets too late. Talk about cutting it close. The car HAS to work in order for J and I to make it to Blairsville tomorrow morning and Summerville tomorrow night. Not to mention all the shopping I have to do.
And oh yeah, I have no idea of exactly when I’m going to get the money I’ll need for all this shopping. It’ll be today for certain, but when today is another question.
This is not a state of affairs that I enjoy. But for the day the world was supposed to end, I reckon I shouldn’t expect any less.
I gave J his “Fuck Christmas” present (because that’s the kind of Christmas gift you give to Atheists) the other night. I got him Apostrophe by Frank Zappa on vinyl. The best thing ever was his fantastic smile when he saw what it was. He played it twice in a row and I have no idea how many times yesterday while he was off work. He got me How Music Works, a book written by David Byrne. It looks incredibly interesting and I’m going to start on it when I finish reading Pale Blue Dot.
Wish me luck on today’s exploits, kids, and have a good holiday whether you like it or not. :^)
