Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I just got off a very uncomfortable last few minutes of a call. One of those that you're thankful that the call is over. I'm hoping it'll result in somebody getting the can. Or at least escorted into the corner for a time out.
I left my cell phone at home and, man, do I feel naked without that.
Went out for a late brew with JMVC last night and am now just beat. I think I could've handled staying out if I hadn't set my alarm for 6:45. I don't know who I thought I was kidding.
Labels: jmvc
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
mobile post: still no Code Red!
Why can't they fix this damn machine? They're hurting the bottom line. The bottom line in this case being my need.
So much for documentation catch-up. I need to get out of here and buy some lottery tickets.
So my boss declared today "official catch up on documentation day." Hell, I'm barely going to go to the office then.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Holy shit the Lions look horrible. The only thing looking worse than their offense is their defense. How the hell do they think they'll better this year when they still can't stop the run, nobody can catch a ball, and none of the quarterbacks can get it done? It could be a long and disappointing year.
I get this knock on my door and it's a roofer wanting to give me an estimate. I assumed it was one of the cats I had called but it turns out it wasn't. The guy was just doing cold calls. After talking to him, I think he might be the number one guy. Very odd how things work out. Glad I was home, that's for sure.
I'm heading down to Padre this weekend (for folk's interested in robbing my house I'm gone until Monday evening) and had no clue how close it was to Mexico (actually, I had no clue where it was until Saturday nor how far away. See, I'm a big fan of the ATX and not leaving by any means but by flying transport. My idea of a long drive is up to Cedar Park so the SIX hours to Padre is almost a death sentence to me. Though that didn't stop me from volunteering to drive. Please, don't ask me why). The funny thing about Mexico is that I've never been. I know, crazy places I've been and I haven't been to there. So I'll have to see about crossing over. Without my car, though, because I hear that my insurance won't cover me there. And I'm sure I'd get car jacked or robbed of it within a few seconds of crossing the border. Though I can still get robbed without a car. Not that I'm into broad generalizations or anything.
This working from home thing is working out pretty well for me today: I've managed to arrange for a couple more roofers to come by, get some estimates on work in the house, and gotten an oil change. And all of that before noon.
The Broncos releases Maurice Clarett. Thank the Maker! Hopefully that doesn't mean the vaunted Denver running attack will be curtailed because I picked up on of their backs yesterday in my fantasy draft.
Labels: fantasysports
Sunday, August 28, 2005
mobile post: this can't be
I might have to call bull shit on this: the guest chef at my cooking class is claiming (well referring to someone else's claim) that his two restaraunts are the only two Sardinian resturaunts in America. They seem nice enough, though.
So Bubba's father in Baton Rouge is refusing to evacuate. Hopefully we don't see him floating on his roof in a couple of days.
And when did this hurricane get so big? I recall it being a small hurricane that blew past my folk's place with little fanfare. And now its the biggest hurricane in a billion years or something. Seems like quite the escalation, but I guess that's what weather does.
From talking to Bubba sounds like New Orleans has been too busy spending money gumbo and crooked cops because there leve system is over a hundred years old and decades past its prime. That's what they get for being an outlaw state.
And when did this hurricane get so big? I recall it being a small hurricane that blew past my folk's place with little fanfare. And now its the biggest hurricane in a billion years or something. Seems like quite the escalation, but I guess that's what weather does.
From talking to Bubba sounds like New Orleans has been too busy spending money gumbo and crooked cops because there leve system is over a hundred years old and decades past its prime. That's what they get for being an outlaw state.
Labels: bubba
So I was the designated driver for the portion of The Saw's birthday that went downtown and back. And I volunteered. I guess it helped that I'm stuffed up as hell and couldn't drink a lot unless forced. It is truly he end of days, my friends. End of days.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
mobile post: and now
They're fucking up my Target. I've said it before, I'll say it again: I don't like this layout. I'm a creature of habit, damn it! Where's the manager? When will the madness end?
Friday, August 26, 2005
Another friend of mine and neolefty suggested some absinthe bar party and incognegro and all of the troupe are hitting it tonight. That should interesting. I think I'll go to be now to avoid the calls.
Labels: neolefty
Great news, JMVC's got a job. It'll hurt my free food intake, but if it's good for him I'll let that slide.
Beer and cheese, I can't turn that down.
On Tuesday, I went to the HEB closest to the office to get some lottery tickets (and I didn't win, dammit!) and planned on getting a Code Red on the way out. See, they've got a Pepsi machine that has them for a buck and even though I try to keep my caffeine intact to a minimum, a dollar Code Red is a bit difficult to turn down.
Anyway, it wasn't working (looked like the power was out on that one and the Coke machine next to it) so I told the front desk and the girl came out to look at it, but I left before getting said Code Red.
Flash forward to today and I'm back at that HEB getting my winning lottery tickets, but the damn machine is still out of order. What the hell's up with that? And why is it pissing me off so? I need some tranquilizers laying around or something.
Anyway, it wasn't working (looked like the power was out on that one and the Coke machine next to it) so I told the front desk and the girl came out to look at it, but I left before getting said Code Red.
Flash forward to today and I'm back at that HEB getting my winning lottery tickets, but the damn machine is still out of order. What the hell's up with that? And why is it pissing me off so? I need some tranquilizers laying around or something.
So that Maurice Evans cat went to Texas. I guess I can't hold that against him.
I've got a beer and cheese tasting class tonight, and I think I might cancel. I think two classes in two days in two days is a bit much. Tomorow's Sardinia one is a given, so the beer might be a goner.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
If somebody wants to buy me a Lodge or Le Creuset enamel pan, feel free.
Damn, the Pistons apparently gave up trying to sign Michael Finley and signed Dale Davis instead (and they also signed some dude name Maurice Evans to an offer sheet, too). I had hoped for Finley, but if he doesn't want to be there, screw him. Though I'm not sure how that effects my boy Darko.
Labels: basketball, sports
That damn 360/183 interchange is fucked up again? What the hell is going on there? Thank God I know my way around it (and, actually, this might be good because I've heard of a good breakfast place in the Arborerum so I might be able to check that out. Though I don't know what the name of the place is). I wonder how I'd track down local area traffic fuck ups?
I can't believe that I didn't hear from incognegro or neolefty last night. Maybe they're being somewhat responsible? Maybe?
Labels: neolefty
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Damn, they hit Red's Java House. I forgot about that place.
Man, I hate those Frogs. Not only have they "found" evidence that says Lance Armstrong cheated (in 1999, mind you), but they had this line in the newspaper L'Equipe the day after Lance won: "Never to such an extent, probably, has the departure of a champion been welcomed with such widespread relief." What's the deal with those people? Burn 'em to the water line, I say!
I completely forgot that incognegro was heading out this morning to San Francisco. He's meeting up with neolefty to plot against me, I'm sure. What I know is I need somebody to cover the morning shift on IM, though. I'd hate to have to figure out how to get through the day alone. I've been there before and it gets ugly quick.
Labels: neolefty
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
neolefty found this great site called Droogle. Those Cannucks slay me. I need to figure out if it works from my phone...
Labels: neolefty
Heard again from my friend in Taiwan. Funny how somebody can write their last 11 years in a single email. I'm hoping he left some of the seedier items out.
So ThunderCloud Subs has a special (for a limited time!) on club sandwich. Large subs for $3.49, a buck and a half off. Damn good deal. I'm not the biggest fan of that place, but for $3.68 with tax, I am.
Turns out that Yo! did something to his knee this weekend and is going to need surgery. That, my friends, is why I insist on doing nothing for extended periods of time.
Labels: yo
They're fucking up something around the 360 and 183 interchange; yesterday and today the lights were blinking red. I can understand yesterday, but today, too? That's just crap. It took me 40 minutes to get into the office yesterday. Fortunately today I just blew buy the 360 exit and got off on Braker and looped around. Problem solved, for me at least.
Man, I've got some f'd up sleep patterns. Yesterday I woke up like nobody's business before 7 and today I'm crawling out of my bed at 8.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Another great food night at the estate. I took a nice thick pork filet and stuffed it with a combination of bacon, bread crumbs, some fresh basil, Pecorino Romano & provolone cheeses. I then sealed it up with a toothpick, seasoned both sides with salt, pepper and a little paprika before browning it in a skillet. If I had my druthers, I would've finished it off in the oven but it is still God-awful hot so I just covered the pan with another pan to cook it through. After that was done, I took the pork out and let it rest while I deglazed the pan with some chicken broth before adding some flour to thicken it up. Good stuff, indeed.
To complement it, I should've put this with some carrots or peas as a side, but instead had some smashed potatoes.
To complement it, I should've put this with some carrots or peas as a side, but instead had some smashed potatoes.
Labels: cooking
Good news! I found this class I wanted to take less that two weeks ago, but there was a wait list eight deep so I pretty much gave up. Well, today I got the call and made it through.
And to celebrate, I'm going to head to new Target near work I just found out that the it was even open. Not only was it open, but had been for nearly a month. That's some serious killing-time-at-work that I'll never get back.
And to celebrate, I'm going to head to new Target near work I just found out that the it was even open. Not only was it open, but had been for nearly a month. That's some serious killing-time-at-work that I'll never get back.
What's the deal with all of these survey spams? I've been getting countless Coke vs. Pepsi; Adidas vs. Nike; Ben & Jerry's vs. Haagen-Dazs; and one really weird one, Pro-Choice vs. Pro-Life. I'm tempted to check one of these out. But just barely.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Damn it, there's a new version of Gladiator on DVD. I should've know when that one I bought went on sale that something was up. Worse part is that I haven't even opened up the one I own yet.
Man, there was a fire down at the Bitter End earlier today. The roof collapsed (or parts of it) so I won't be getting any calamari anytime soon.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Damn 420 and Patches left me with a parting gift: a craving for Popeye's. They talked the shit up so much that I had to go. Well, after a nap, some TV, but the craving was still there. And even funnier was that I text incognegro and he just had some, too. Ain't that sweet?
Labels: 420
Its like Christmas morning again! One of my former bosses stopped by and gave me a chip set for a house warming set. Its got a metal case like a good gun would have, it's sweet. Though I think it'll be pretty tough to have a tournament with only 200 chips, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.
420 and Patches are over so I better get back to entertaining. I'll have all night to play with my chips!
420 and Patches are over so I better get back to entertaining. I'll have all night to play with my chips!
Labels: 420
Skylight or no skylight, that is the question. I'm getting some badly needed roof work done and figured I might as well get a skylight into my living room. It is currently dark as hell and some natural light will do wonders. And what's more money at this point?
Another scorcher in the works so I've got to get ready to spend every moment in the pool.
Another scorcher in the works so I've got to get ready to spend every moment in the pool.
Friday, August 19, 2005
I've got a happy hour that I'm over an hour late to and I'm still on a conference call. I hate impromtu calls, they never end well. What a way to end the day.
It's like a whole new day up in the attic. And Christmas day at that. All that new insulation is pile pretty high now, all white and such. I'll hide the gifts up there.
Shit's getting blown into my attic as we speak. Let the cool times roll, though it is a little strange hearing somebody crawling around above me.
And the blower guy's said my crawl space is the smallest he's ever seen. That just doesn't sound good.
And the blower guy's said my crawl space is the smallest he's ever seen. That just doesn't sound good.
So its going to be like a billion degrees this weekend so I guess I'll have to hang out by the pool all day. I think that's what it is there for. And to cost me lots of money, but that's another story.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
I'm home and almost killed a cop crossing the street. But he was really old and probably just a token cop by now. I mean, he was like older than Col. Sanders (the dead Colonel Sanders). And he had plenty of time to avoid the impact so it would've been his fault.
I ran into a friend who had a birthday today running into the show (her not me) and realize the years haven't changed her, still a loon. Met up with her at The Velvet Spade after the show. Though it was funny to see the 90 year old lesbian hit on her. 90 and still gang banging. Or at least trying. Home, jeeves!
mobile post: they are done
I don't think they even played for an hour. Unless that show came with favors of from another dimension it wasn't worth more than the price of admission. But that's easy for me to say sitting here.
mobile post: are they done?
It can't be. No way they're done. They've been on for maybe thirty minutes. Ok, they're back, but they've killed (like that, 'killed'? I'm so proud of myself) all their best songs. Man there Guinness aren't cold. But they've got to be near the end. Unless they start repeating shit, which would be fine because I'm comfortable.
mobile post: in retrospect
perhaps that Horde Festival shirt wasn't the best shirt. I feel like a leper, a white leper. And not the good kind.
mobile post: no show, but
I didn't get a ticket to The Killers' show, but it sounds pretty good at Club de Ville. Another time for the quad from Las Vegas. I just couldn't give in to the conspiracy of price fixing those sacksers were running. i mean 75 bones for one ticket? This isn't Nirvana with Cobain back from the grave or something. Well. I'll have to keep this in mind for future shows that I only half-ass want to see. Though it does suck that I have three people in there that probaly can't have fun without me. And who, I ask, can blame them?
Labels: music
mobile post: not so far
Its a no-go on tickets, but it must be official 'hot chick' out night. You'd think I'm in Austin or something with the amount of attractive girls out here. Speaking of that, sorta, saw a friend I haven't seen since January. Conveniently going into the show. I hope this texting isn't keeping me from getting tickets...
mobile post: that date means something
I got skunked on a Bud Light that has a born on date of 6-20. That shouldn't be skunky yet, should it?
Not only am I heading down to The Killers show, but I dug out my Horde Festival shirt, circa 1995.
I just threw together this stewed beef with a peanut/honey sauce. I breaded the beef with some Chinese five spice and flour, cooked it in some oil before tossing in some noodles, soy sauce, honey and peanut butter. This was simple and good. Dude, I'm on fire.
mobile post: holy dog sh*t!
I totally forgot about The Killers coming to town. i'm going to have check that out.
God damn is this place fucked up. I need to win the lottery more than the poor and indigent. Give it to me and I'll start that school for impoverished girls the like you've never seen!
Not only did I not throw out the trash last night, I left the garage door open to do it. I am indeed a dumb ass.
I have some air conditioning specialist dude over my place taking a look a the current lake of cooling and the place is actually cool now! I may not even go into the office today and just sit here and soak up the coolness.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I logged into my Paypal account and there was $14.59 that wasn't there before. Turns out there was some sort of settlement and I got some cash out of it. So if you have a Paypal account, check it out, you might have some free cash.
Well, another contractor came out for the roof today and they were abour 2/3 of the price of the first guy. I didn't get the same great feeling as from the first guy, but they seemed respectable enough (And they took the cokes that I offered). Bubba would probably kill me if I went with that first one, anyway.
Labels: bubba
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
For some reason, I thought about an old friend from college today and searched for him online. I had heard he was in Taiwan, but was surprised how easily he came up on the search. Turns out he's in some band over there. So I tracked down and email address and he just responded to my inquiry. Crazy, small world we live in. This technology thing might not be so shitty after all.
Another good selection for dinner last night, saltimbocca. Only difference is I used flank steak instead of skirt. Added to it with some polenta and green bean; hmm, hmm, good.
I had to kill some time and figured I'd go up and check my lottery tickets and get some fresh sage at the local HEB. Turns out, I actually won seven bucks. Holy shit, I knew playing the MegaMillions for $2 twice a week would pay off. Fortunately I only play when the jackpot is over $30 million to limit the my losings, but this $7 really provides me with a worthy return on investment.
But the funny thing was heading out and I saw a piece of broken glass on my trunk. I was thinking somebody busted out my tail light out or something, but they were both fine. Then I walked around the car and noticed another piece on top of the sun roof. By the passenger door, there was a broken Corona bottle. Friggin Corona. I did a further bit of inspection and nothing in the car seems messed up, but I might've wanted to take some pictures. Or contact somebody in the store about the broken glass. Or not care, like I did.
But the funny thing was heading out and I saw a piece of broken glass on my trunk. I was thinking somebody busted out my tail light out or something, but they were both fine. Then I walked around the car and noticed another piece on top of the sun roof. By the passenger door, there was a broken Corona bottle. Friggin Corona. I did a further bit of inspection and nothing in the car seems messed up, but I might've wanted to take some pictures. Or contact somebody in the store about the broken glass. Or not care, like I did.
Labels: gambling
Oh shit, I need to do my taxes! Hopefully I don't get screwed for an extra few hours.
Monday, August 15, 2005
The cooking class tonight was great, though I should've not had the wine. I made a right turn and stopped to shoot pool afterwards. Fortunately I still had the good sense to leave before being kicked out.
So I got this new project last week; things were supposedly going ok and the transition was taking place through 9/1. Well, late Friday there was some issue with some document being approved. I don't want to get into the logistics of the approval process here because its ever-so boring and will only cause people to think I have a greater concern for this place than I really do, so we'll leave it as not approved. Regardless, I have a couple weeks to get involved as the present person in charge resolves this.
I think nothing of it as I come in Monday to find two meeting invites. Half-way through the first one I find out the current owner isn't there and I get to talk about this project I have no clue about. And then the fun part was a couple hours later as I was on another call (current owner nowhere around again) and I'm getting the third degree for even being on the call. And then getting grilled once the project in question came up. Thank The Maker that my new boss was getting it with both barrels, too. Bonding over the shit storm.
Funny, that sounds like an Reo Speedwagon song.
I think nothing of it as I come in Monday to find two meeting invites. Half-way through the first one I find out the current owner isn't there and I get to talk about this project I have no clue about. And then the fun part was a couple hours later as I was on another call (current owner nowhere around again) and I'm getting the third degree for even being on the call. And then getting grilled once the project in question came up. Thank The Maker that my new boss was getting it with both barrels, too. Bonding over the shit storm.
Funny, that sounds like an Reo Speedwagon song.
I need to have a birthday this week or get sick because five days of work is going to kill me. Especially since I'll be, most likely, working from the office all week. This will be painful.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
I'm going doing my best to avoid any work on the house today. If I can stay on the couch all day I'll be happy.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
incognegro has sent me the worst thing ever: http://norma.fam-lee.net/songs/ThankYouPopeJohnPaul2.mp3.
I had some guy come by to look at the roof and didn't know what to expect. See, this was the first guy to come out and give me an estimate and assumed it'd be a 30 minute process. Well, this guy was out for nearly two hours. The first half was explaining stuff to me, the second half was needed for me to recover from the estimate. Seriously, it was expensive but you need the expensive estimate to balance out the cheap ones I'll go with. Man, I hope the next owner of this house doesn't read this.
Friday, August 12, 2005
I had this dream that I think I was gasthering nuts to act as a garnish on a plate. And these nuts grew on vines. And I put them all over the plate so there wasn't really any room for anything else. I wouldn't call that appropriately planning.
Labels: dreams
Thursday, August 11, 2005
OK, maybe an old, lazy Italian grandmother.
I just got finished making my own ravioli and I feel like an old Italian grandmother. Well, I'm not sure if you can call these ravioli because I folded them in half. And I'm not sure I can totally claim "made" as I used some wonton wrappers, but the filling was all mine. Poached chicken with spicy sausage and spinach. Good stuff!
Labels: cooking
mobile post: winfall!
Ain't this great, I found $22 in my pocket.
I was on a call with my new team and my new boss mentioned something that there was work through 2006 to keep everyone busy. Not only that, but upper management would like a plan of work for our group through 2007. So that sounds like time to start updating the resume.
That day off doesn't really make for a highly motivated me getting into the office. I rolled into the office about ten minutes and still plan on getting off the office by 5:00.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
I just took a piss with an ice cream sandwich in my hand. Other hand. God Bless America and Merry Christmas!
You know, if I was a terrorist I'd throw a grenade around 10:30 or 11 into a Starbucks. If they'd just do that to the one by house, I'd be most grateful.
The day off from work and all I can say is: "Damn it's so hot, I have to take my pants off."
Whenever that becomes un-chique to say, my necessary existence on this world will have come to an end.
Whenever that becomes un-chique to say, my necessary existence on this world will have come to an end.
Nothing better than being on the roof in a driving rain! All I need is some lightning and something metal to hold onto to turn myself into a human barbeque for a real interesting story to tell.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
An assorted couple of miracles at the estate today: First off, I came home and the roof fix still seems to be working. All those hours on the roof over the weekend may not have given me any color but they are holding back the rain.
Secondly, the bug guy stopped by and the irradication of all inferior species has begun. I asked him for a circle of death that Stalin would be proud of. I don't think he knew who Stalin is, but the bugs heard me loud and clear.
Secondly, the bug guy stopped by and the irradication of all inferior species has begun. I asked him for a circle of death that Stalin would be proud of. I don't think he knew who Stalin is, but the bugs heard me loud and clear.
On a transition call (for this new project I got) with my boss and the manager transitioning out. I had just received two invites, asked what these two hour-long calls were about, and how this project fit into their calls. Neither of them knew why. And they said that the people on those calls didn't know, either. They're figuring it out as they go along.
Monday, August 08, 2005
S. Money called and not only did I make a tentative trip to Michigan, but I have another victim, I mean volunteer, to read that book thing I put together. Also, he's going to read neolefty's, too. Bonus good times!
Now let's just see if I can get those in the mail this decade.
Now let's just see if I can get those in the mail this decade.
Labels: s. money
The weatherman called for it to rain Saturday through today, well he got the today portion correct. Forunately I was heading out when the power went out at the office. I need to check to see how my handy work on the roof is holding up. Let's hope three days and nearly six hours of work aren't completely wasted.
More work. Yippee!
I know I've bitched about my bug guy problem before, but at least I have an answer for what happened to the fist guy I used. He's dead. The new guy came by to give an estimate and I told him about my travails. Turns out he knew him. Key word "knew". Turns out he was involved in a motorcylce accident and was killed. If he had been wearing a helmet, they said he would've survived (or so "they" say). Those things are death traps.
Well, at least he now has a good excuse for not returning my calls.
Well, at least he now has a good excuse for not returning my calls.
Man, shitty to hear about Peter Jennings dying (or passing on if you're squeamish about death). He died last night of lung cancer (another long-time smoker dying of lung cancer. I wonder if they're a correlation?). I've been an ABC news guy as long as I can remember and that always meant Peter Jennings. He took over in 1983 and can't even remember the guy before him, but I took to that crazy cannuck from the get go. Whenever anything happened in the world, I know Peter would be there to give an even call to the event. The news to me was Peter Jennings and before the world of the internet he was connection to the world. I'd like to think a little of my curiosity of the workings of the world come from those reports throughout my youth. I've long given up on watching the news and regret missing his last reports. If only everyone in this current oversensualize "news" performed to have the caliber set by him. The current glut of news sources has radically changed the news and not for the better. Let's hope that will swing back some day with some future Peter Jennings, but I doubt it. Thanks for everything, Mr. Jennings.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Holy shit, Fastlane is on Court TV of all channels. Man, I can't believe it.
A good old American Sunday with me spending like sixty dollars on something or another.
The History Channel's got something on about Evel Knievel. A two hour special on Evel Knievel. There's so much wrong with that I don't know where to begin.
You know, incognegoro says that the craziest shit happens when you're sober, well I half-way agree with him. This has been the weirdest GD night in a long friggin time (scratch last weekend, of course). I mean, let me count the ways, but I won't because it's just too damn weird (and not necessarily in a good way, just disjointed). So, instead, I'll leave you with these immortal words:
Here's to good friends
tonight is kind of special
the beer will pour
must say something more, somehow
so tonight (tonight)
tonight
let it be Lowenbrau (let it be Lowenbrau)
See you all in hell, bitches!
Here's to good friends
tonight is kind of special
the beer will pour
must say something more, somehow
so tonight (tonight)
tonight
let it be Lowenbrau (let it be Lowenbrau)
See you all in hell, bitches!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
I might have just had the greatest omelette ever. I had some extra mushrooms from last night's risotto, so I put them into some olive oil that had warmed up with some garlic. After about ten minutes, the 'shrooms gave up a bit more of their liquid I added just a bit of chicken stock from last night (leftovers!). After that cooked down, I added some chopped up ham just to warm it all up.
So I mixed up two room temperature eggs with a little bit of milk, some shredded Pecorino Romano cheese (and some salt and pepper) and poured that into a rather wide pan that I had added already sprayed some non-stick and put a little butter. Then I just moved the egg around in the pan to spread it even. After the egg had cooked all the way through (if it wasn't so friggin hot I would've finished off the tops of the eggs in the oven but I'm not that dumb in August), I tossed on the mushroom/egg mixture in the middle. I then folded both each of the sides onto the middle.
And was that enough? Nope, I then poured on some warm marinara sauce, more shredded cheese before taking it off to eat. Damn good. Almost worth being up since 7:30 am working on the roof.
So I mixed up two room temperature eggs with a little bit of milk, some shredded Pecorino Romano cheese (and some salt and pepper) and poured that into a rather wide pan that I had added already sprayed some non-stick and put a little butter. Then I just moved the egg around in the pan to spread it even. After the egg had cooked all the way through (if it wasn't so friggin hot I would've finished off the tops of the eggs in the oven but I'm not that dumb in August), I tossed on the mushroom/egg mixture in the middle. I then folded both each of the sides onto the middle.
And was that enough? Nope, I then poured on some warm marinara sauce, more shredded cheese before taking it off to eat. Damn good. Almost worth being up since 7:30 am working on the roof.
Labels: cooking
Friday, August 05, 2005
Oh, I figured out you need to never think you've put too much broth into risotto. But I guess with the two four huge scallops it could've been dry as a stump and I would've noticed. Excellent.
Holy shit, the Russians have lost another sub. What is their deal?
The weather's supposed to be shitty all weekend so I think I'm going to finally be able to see Wedding Crashers. Between doing something to the roof, that is.
I know this might be crazy for people to hear, but I may be getting sick of sports talk. I'm watching Cold Pizza and they had a segment about "what if Dan Marino played for the 49ers" followed by one on extreme sports then there was something about a Randy Johson running a broom across the floor of the Yankee dugout. That's the worst stuff ever. That crap was so bad I almost wanted to hear about the impact of steroids on sports. Almost. I just might put on the real news or something.
It is a horrible looking day outside, rainy, overcast with thunderstorms (but still hot as a mo fo). Too bad I don't have that crock pot now.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
I had this crazy crock pot cooking class tonight. I should've known better for a variety of reasons: 1) the main claim to fame of the crock pot is its simplicity so spending $40 on a class is silly and 2) I don't own one. But I signed up and figured I might learn something to convince me to pick one up. And it did have its quality moments.
So I show up amidst the oncoming bad weather. And I noticed something indeed odd: an attractive woman in the class. Some might think that these cooking classes should be chock full of beauties, but that's a misconception I learned early on in these classes. If you're out to meet unattractive (in all aspects of word), older, or married, this could be for you. I'm there for the cooking and anything else is just gravy. Anyway, she said in the row in front of me, one seat to the right over.
The class starts up and the instructor is fourth tier at best (I know him from other classes where he's the assistant). He started, and continued, to pepper is session with little cooking tidbits that should've been obvious to everyone (but everyone took this as gospel). First thing on the menu was a spaghetti sauce with shrimp. This wasn't setting a good mood for the night as I need very little help with marinara sauce, but I don't think myself so high and mighty that I can't learn something.
Well, while the dude went through the paces of showing how to put the sauce together, the wine came out. First mistake was not taking the wine that comes along with the class. I figured (and rightfully so) that I still have had enough booze after last weekend's odyssey that I can take another night off. But the funny thing about the wine is what I saw from the attractive woman sitting in front of me because I swear I saw a nipple.
Now the casual observer will think: "Cooking class? Nipple?". Well, I'm right there with you and wasn't sure if what I thought I saw was what I saw. See the girl had some low cut top on which usually doesn't work out so well for people behind to see anything, but when she lifted up her wine glass I could see right to the side of her breast and what may or may not have been a nipple. I thought it best to avoid this as much as possible.
So the shrimp and spaghetti comes around and it is HORRIBLE. I ate the shrimp on principle, but the sauce was just so acidic that I couldn't tolerate it. And that's when something else shocking happened: nearly everyone was killing the stuff and saying how good it was. I can only imagine how my sauce would do with this crowd.
Next up was some chili (which the instructor had a tough time explaining why he browned up ground beef, removed the grease then browned up the onions. Some people need to be eliminated, but that's another story) then corn bread then tamale pie, all somewhat decently tasting, but all through that is avoiding the woman in front of me. Granted all I wanted to do was lay on the table and moo, but I was at a table with other people and the last thing I want to do is get banned from the cooking school for molesting some large breasted bandit. And I assure you, no court wold've convicted me.
Eventually it all ended. And I went home, but I'll always have the...
So I show up amidst the oncoming bad weather. And I noticed something indeed odd: an attractive woman in the class. Some might think that these cooking classes should be chock full of beauties, but that's a misconception I learned early on in these classes. If you're out to meet unattractive (in all aspects of word), older, or married, this could be for you. I'm there for the cooking and anything else is just gravy. Anyway, she said in the row in front of me, one seat to the right over.
The class starts up and the instructor is fourth tier at best (I know him from other classes where he's the assistant). He started, and continued, to pepper is session with little cooking tidbits that should've been obvious to everyone (but everyone took this as gospel). First thing on the menu was a spaghetti sauce with shrimp. This wasn't setting a good mood for the night as I need very little help with marinara sauce, but I don't think myself so high and mighty that I can't learn something.
Well, while the dude went through the paces of showing how to put the sauce together, the wine came out. First mistake was not taking the wine that comes along with the class. I figured (and rightfully so) that I still have had enough booze after last weekend's odyssey that I can take another night off. But the funny thing about the wine is what I saw from the attractive woman sitting in front of me because I swear I saw a nipple.
Now the casual observer will think: "Cooking class? Nipple?". Well, I'm right there with you and wasn't sure if what I thought I saw was what I saw. See the girl had some low cut top on which usually doesn't work out so well for people behind to see anything, but when she lifted up her wine glass I could see right to the side of her breast and what may or may not have been a nipple. I thought it best to avoid this as much as possible.
So the shrimp and spaghetti comes around and it is HORRIBLE. I ate the shrimp on principle, but the sauce was just so acidic that I couldn't tolerate it. And that's when something else shocking happened: nearly everyone was killing the stuff and saying how good it was. I can only imagine how my sauce would do with this crowd.
Next up was some chili (which the instructor had a tough time explaining why he browned up ground beef, removed the grease then browned up the onions. Some people need to be eliminated, but that's another story) then corn bread then tamale pie, all somewhat decently tasting, but all through that is avoiding the woman in front of me. Granted all I wanted to do was lay on the table and moo, but I was at a table with other people and the last thing I want to do is get banned from the cooking school for molesting some large breasted bandit. And I assure you, no court wold've convicted me.
Eventually it all ended. And I went home, but I'll always have the...
Man, I'm glad I came home before going to my cooking class because its windy as hell outside; it's like a maelstrom or something. Had to batten down the hatches before whatever storm comes through.
There was another reorg yesterday; I forgot to mention it yesterday because it's getting rote over here. Same responsibilities just a group of people to report to. And I had just broken the other one in.
Man, waking up at 5 am and then going back to sleep at 6 makes it really difficult to get up and to the office at a decent time. FYI.
Sort of sucks when you're up early and want to get some stuff at the store and realize that the two closest to you open at 6 am. Well, at least I got the most important item off the list (I mailed package to my nephew). Mental note, the Hancock Center HEB is the closet 24 store. And I'm back to bed.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
No need to kick me anywhere as I pretty much did everything on my list (well, no vacuuming). Only snag was the Polaris busting another gasket, but Fat Boy's going to come back tomorrow to swim down there and get the missing piece again. I think I'll order extras of those screws.
And now, well deserved sleep.
And now, well deserved sleep.
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Die Rafael Palmeiro! Die! You're killing my morning sport's shows (and afternoon sports shows). And you seem to be the subject of every show that I scan by in the evening. Who gives a shit about this steroid crap? Please just shoot yourself in the eye with steroids and put me our of your misery.
A great day going so far around here: Fat Boy came by and we had a nice lunch by the pool; he then tracked down a piece that came off the Polaris down at the bottom of the pool; and now that thing's running around picking up all the small shit at the bottom that you can't quite see. It's running like a champ, a mo fo champ!
And between it all, I've managed to actually get some conference calls in.
And between it all, I've managed to actually get some conference calls in.
OK, so I took a swim (in the blue pool, Dre!), threw in some laundry, folded some shirts, made some breakfast, sent some emails, threw out some mail, sent in my car registration, and forgot about a 9:30 meeting. All in all, a great day so far.
I'm going to do something crazy today, I'm working from home and am going to get some shit done around my house. I'm not talking anything crazy, but getting caught up on laundry, going through some mail, swapping out CDs for my car, getting some swimming in, maybe even running the vacuum. If I don't do a least a majority of that stuff then you have official permission to kick me right in the nuts.
And I'm actually going to try to do some work work, too. That I'm less confident about.
And I'm actually going to try to do some work work, too. That I'm less confident about.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Man, Rescue Me is a great, great show. It may even be better than last year, but I can't say for certain.
I'm so sick of all of this steroid talk. I could give a damn about it. It has to be a slow news week or something. Jebus, please make it end!
I've been getting dinged for not having completed this training that I know I did back when I started last August, so I decided to just bite the bullet and do whatever needed to be done. Well, seven verification tests later and I think I'm done. And you'll note that I put "verification tests" and not completed the training, so I actually didn't learn anything I just took quizzes. Quite the fun way to kill a day, but when you're still hungover from a weekend of drinking, boring and mundane tests are the best way to kill the day.
Monday, August 01, 2005
I had intended on just eating some food and hanging out with JMVC, but the restaurant was so slow that I just hung out there for like five hours. And I figured the best way to get over the hangover from the wedding was some two dollar Guinnesses (and then I went and had five or six more that were significantly more expensive). I don't know how I thought that was a good idea. Damn JMVC for setting me down the wrong path! I'm calling in sick.
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