Since Kathleen's confession thread seems to have died down a bit, I'll confess over here. I confess to having watched Paul more than a few times in the past couple of weeks. I will also confess to having to watch Hot Fuzz a few times again... no Shaun of the Dead, this time though... EL was with me and still can't tolerate zombies, even funny ones (the one exception being that Cheddarhead Zombizzle up North). I will confess that although Simon Pegg was not necessarily my type, the more I laugh, the more handsome he becomes. Reminds me of an old Marilyn Monroe quote: "Make a girl laugh and you can make her do anything."
I also confess to remembering what a soft spot I have for ELO, no matter how cheesy they may have been at times. I believe I played many variations of A New World Record to destruction.
There appears to be a big stone head hovering over Kathleen's! I confessed earlier this morning to the fact that I don't think K has even been righteously Zardozed! I know ZRM was hankering for one at his new place, but he's already getting hundreds of comments... besides, you can't ask for one, you've got to wait until the stone head of fate hovers in your general direction... he knows that!
Also, since the usual suspects seem to be scarce these days... fish, you might actually have to ante up comment or two more than your usual 3. Don't hide behind your, "I do important work for a living! I don't have the time!" We've seen how many useless links you cast out upon the blogging waters during the day. We don't buy it.
Photo taken when up at the lake... with poor lake dog, not able to go in, because he was freshly shorn and drugged, due to bad allergic reactions to something... perhaps the economy. He was looking out the picture window, at the lake that was calling him.
I've had many dogs... all the best. Somehow I seem to get all of the best dogs, or maybe all dogs are the best... but, this pooch is my 3rd retriever... and he will be my last (I've had retrievers and mutts). He has ruined them for me. None can top him... and I say that with no disrespect to any of the former or current dogs I've had. This pooch is different.
I have a bazillion tomatoes and tons of basil so I am trying to use them every way I can. I put tomato, basil, Asiago cheese and a drizzle of olive oil on toast. It was really good, but the aftertaste tasted like liver sausage! The best I can tell, the basil and the Asiago melding together on the back of my tongue are the culprits… I like liver sausage so it wasn’t a bad thing… just very unexpected. I had a veggie sandwich so was surprised when my tongue was telling me I had liver sausage.
Pinko suggested that possibly the oil had gone bad. I don't think that's it. All items tasted fine on their own. I think it was merely the spicyness of the fresh basil, combining with the salty, earthy-umami-ness of the Asiago that combined to remind me of liver sausage spices and meatiness.
Who's willing to try it and tell me if they've experienced the same thing?? Also, as far as the liver sausage goes, I'm talking American liver sausage... the squishy Oscar Mayer kind that is almost more of a spread... not a true braunschweiger.
And no... I was not experimenting with the previous post before I had lunch!
One of my bestest friends in the world sent me something recently. He's good about that... always sending cards, always sending things that he thinks will make me laugh or that he knows I'll appreciate. I love them all. This time it was a photo... a blown up photo of one taken in a photo booth on a happy hour night very long ago. It made me laugh. It also made me breathe a sigh of relief that I came of age in a time when not everyone carried a camera... with instant posting capabilities... one's youthful indiscretions on display for the world to see. No, the only proof of a "good" night are foggy memories and a few cheesy photo booth pictures.
I had the pleasure the other day of randomly "meeting" someone via FB. The person thought I might be the power behind the world's most powerful cupcake. Heh. If I were, I doubt I'd be considering teaching the Wild West of painting classes again. Anyhow, the name sounded familiar to me... I looked him up and was familiar with his earlier work, but figured I'd see if there was anything newer posted. There was plenty, but this song caught my attention, just as it wished. As I listened, I thought it could be blogging's anthem... for that matter, it could be anyone's anthem... maybe not to the degree of Dylan, but ultimately, I think we're all, in one way or another, just trying to say we are here... "Look at me!" ...before the Monty Python foot, belonging no doubt to one of the Koch Bros., comes down and squashes us. :)