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Bookie McBooks: Movies I'll Try to Remember: Sweet Sweet Music
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Have any of you played this game? It implies you get to eat candy (the game pieces are gummis), so of course I want to play. and win. My MRI showed that the disk is all bulgy again, so the iDet procedure didn't offer any lasting relief. I figured out that the insurance company paid about $300/day for me to feel better for those brief weeks. There is now some discussion of implanting a device that would provide spinal cord stimulation. Kinda neat, but I'm leaning towards seeing my old acupuncturist again instead. With only a "typical 50-70% pain reduction", I think I might be able to do better than the implant thingy, although being officially bionic does have some appeal. It's been over a week, and there's only minimal change in my gummi experiment. Slightly drier, slightly firmer, still definitely gummi. I'm beginning to suspect that gummi is eternal and inevitable, like death, taxes, and back pain. Watching an arrogant and annoying man take a public fall is a very nice way to start my week. Too late for this year, but start planning your games and puppets now! Or perhaps you'd prefer the more official route. It's not too late for this one. Enjoy the music, and the URL. Snack food. Is that redundant? Yes, in this case. And, vaguely related, is a comment from the kidnappers about food packages, which shows that kidnapping is the new irony. The opposite of junk food is a chicken from Bresse. It's a bit hard to tell from this picture, but it's the colors of the French flag. When they're killed, they're dressed in little muslin corsets, and their heads are kept attached, along with a ruff of feathers. we may be surprised by performance art sometimes, but nothing is more routinely shocking than food production. Up in Everett right now, there's a handful of young teens being tried as adults for allowing one of the teen's mommy to coerce them into killing a man. If teens are tried as adults and held fully liable, then why aren't corporations? The whole list is appalling, but the last especially relates to my question. This seems like a very good idea for boarders or surfers, or the Tired/Hungry/Cold people like my own self. Here is a way to try a small sample of the stuff. Or, the Red Door spa uses it in pedicures. Feel free to buy me a pedicure. My monitor died yesterday. Have you ever noticed that computer problems often come in chunks among people in a small social group? In four days, I heard of two fried motherboards, one "who the hell knows what happened", and my monitor, which after crackling importantly for week or so, apparently died in its sleep yesterday morning. I didn't know it all that well, but shall miss it just the same. Plus, I feel bad about taking it to a landfill.I had cookies for breakfast. Don't you wish you'd had cookies for breakfast? I love this. Now they have a tip jar, so give them some money. Saturday was the first official day of Jill's Latest Experiment: If left out on the counter, will a GummiSaver ever get all hard, or will it remain Infinitely Gummi? It's a green one, as for some bad-factory reason, the bag featured green over all other colors 2:1. As of Sunday evening, it was very slightly dry on the edges, but still very gummi. Have you preordered your girlscout cookies yet? If not, friend, you are Out of Luck. But I know just the little girl to sell 'em to you in another week or two. She's feeling a bit discouraged, as some little ho in her brownie troop presold 99, and she only had about 30. She'll be visiting Casa del Gordo Bestia next weekend. Dear God. Sweetie caved in to our suspicions and weighed the Fat Beast last night. Since we started using an unfortuate substance known as diet cat food and monitoring intake of the unfortunate substance, the Fat Beast has managed to gain 2.5 pounds for a total of 18.5. According to this, he shouldn't be fat in the first place. He's otherwise healthy and active. But comments upon meeting said beast range from "man, that's a tubby bitch" to "oooohhhh, he so fat. he so fat. so fat. so fat", and I fear for his little kitty self image. I also fear for my own innards; when he jumps on me at night-as he does every night-I wonder if it's his fault that my back is fried. If I have a lift-limit of ~10 pounds, is it bad to have a nearly 20 pound sack of fur bouncing around on my blown disks? Kind of silly, perhaps pretentious, but I like her work. Sophie Matisse paints virtual copies of masterpieces, like Mona Lisa, but with all signs of life removed. She even did her gramp's red goldfish painting, with an empty bowl. Her first NY show is happening, but the gallery doesn't seem to be online. Brothermine and I had a childhood that revolved around two items of great importance: Ten O'Clock Snack and Four O'Clock Snack. It's nice to know that we were actually being tres elegant, at least half the time. I tried the bread-and-grated-chocolate thing, and it's lovely. Everyone should eat more toast. I'm not sure about this, but the name is magnificent. For when you're feeling decadent. Yay, Toast!
I just learned that Ho Chi Minh served in Escoffier's kichen at the Ritz Carlton, as both saucier and patissiere. Time mag claims that Escoffier offered to teach him, and Uncle Ho turned him down, but that's flat-out wrong according to a couple dozen other researchers. Once again, patriotism begins with food. This organization is one everyone should know. If you have no idea whothe hell Escoffier was, read this. I was given some stickers of my hero, Kogepan. One of the stickers is just an ashtray with a lit cigarette resting on the edge. Many of the other stickers are my little buddy shown smoking, farting, or both. Bukowski must have fornicated with a cream puff at some point-it's the only explanation for the remarkable legacy of Kogepan. Melancholy! The little dog's name is Melancholy! Hurrah for caffeine! I know and love the kid, but I just found out about the captain. And I don't care that this is fake. Won't someone rescue her? Somewhere under my bed lives a stuffed one, but I lost her little dog. Was it named Misery, or am I not remembering correctly? Typical brand-related irony-filled fan page, but I laughed. I'm learning all about the world of competitive scrabble. Two things: Disregard yesterday's comments about Electroboy. It got very stupid very rapidly. I am looking forward to Valentine's Day. It's another excuse to play with doilies, feathers, and pipecleaners.Follow this link to the bottom of the recipe page, where you'll find a croquembouche from peeps. A few years back, I subjected folks to a pink heart-shaped version of undescended twinkies. I learned my lesson, honest. I have had a lot of fun in this body, but not enough to merit its difficulties. Another MRI is scheduled for next week, to investigate the ongoing numbness on my left side. If dr. hottie is correct in his assumptions, I will be having one of these to take care of the last bit of back malfunction. In my experience "local" anesthetic translates to "being awake, doped up, hurting, and hysterical". But at least there won't be a hospital stay. Next month, I recommend you all check out Electroboy. I've got a review copy, and so far, it's fantastic. Hurrah for mania. This silly quiz nicely demonstrates why all freelancers should get themselves medicated post haste. |
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