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cyranoSo I didn't make it to Bakersfield. And despite the chance to accomplish stuff, I am quite disappointed. Apparently, I thought I'd set my alarm clock forward for daylight savings; my clock, on the other hand, thought I hadn't. So I missed the one flight today that I thought I could actually get on. The rest of the day looked a little too Spring Breaky and so I called Miss Friday and told her I was going to reschedule and then went home.
The housemate was surprized to see me, so offbalanced in fact that she invited me to accompany her and Silkblade to the Farmer's Market. I must say, I was quite disappointed in them--they went so far as to pursue the disreputable sales tactic of hiring attractive young ladies to run the booths. Some of them went so far as to have sexy accents or adorable punky bicolored hair. I really had no choice but to buy stuff. Mango chutney, dried fruit, infused honey, and an artichoke/walnut spread. (It was called Dalex. I maintain that my duty, as a Terran, was to bring it home and exterminate it.)
And then I discovered (through the evil that is Miz Kit) LibraryThing where I quickly used up all 100 free spots cataloguing my 'theater' section of my books. (And they apparently have sound recordings in their catalog too...)
So I got to thinking about this show I wanted to pitch to the Food Network.
The first thing we want to do is take all those fresh vegetables, and dice them--we want them small so that they cook quickly. And then we FUCKING ANTS DIE DIE DIE!!! WHERE'S THE SPRAY? GOD DAMN IT FUCKING DIE FUCKING ANTS HATE YOU FUCKING HATE YOU DIE DIE DIE!! GRAAAAAH! And then make sure your wok is lightly oiled--just lightly, you don't want a lot on it.
I'm thinking of calling it "Fucking Ants Die Die Die with Cyrano Jones".
The housemate was surprized to see me, so offbalanced in fact that she invited me to accompany her and Silkblade to the Farmer's Market. I must say, I was quite disappointed in them--they went so far as to pursue the disreputable sales tactic of hiring attractive young ladies to run the booths. Some of them went so far as to have sexy accents or adorable punky bicolored hair. I really had no choice but to buy stuff. Mango chutney, dried fruit, infused honey, and an artichoke/walnut spread. (It was called Dalex. I maintain that my duty, as a Terran, was to bring it home and exterminate it.)
And then I discovered (through the evil that is Miz Kit) LibraryThing where I quickly used up all 100 free spots cataloguing my 'theater' section of my books. (And they apparently have sound recordings in their catalog too...)
So I got to thinking about this show I wanted to pitch to the Food Network.
The first thing we want to do is take all those fresh vegetables, and dice them--we want them small so that they cook quickly. And then we FUCKING ANTS DIE DIE DIE!!! WHERE'S THE SPRAY? GOD DAMN IT FUCKING DIE FUCKING ANTS HATE YOU FUCKING HATE YOU DIE DIE DIE!! GRAAAAAH! And then make sure your wok is lightly oiled--just lightly, you don't want a lot on it.
I'm thinking of calling it "Fucking Ants Die Die Die with Cyrano Jones".
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Date: 2006-04-03 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-04 05:05 am (UTC)The savages at work leave bits of food all over the place. Of course, being the obsessive-compulsive girl that I am, my desk is fucking spotless!
However, the ants congregate at my desk nonetheless. Sick!
I also walked into the newsroom this morning to find MOUSE SHIT on my desk. Why must they shit all over MY stuff when other people have cookie crumbs all over the place?
Woe is me.