I'm thinking of starting a new regular feature in my LJ called "I ated too much..."

Today it would be: "...Italian sub." Ohhhhhh.

One of the good things about having people over is that it helps keep my dog sociable and less likely to break through a door* trying to defend the home from whoever happens to be on the front porch.

One of the slightly awkward (but, I have to admit, kinda hilarious to me) things about it is that for days afterward, Hank is convinced that every ( Read more... )

1. My new recipe--what my mother calls a "White Knighter," after the Alice Through the Looking Glass character who explained every weirdo thing on his person by saying, "It's my own invention"

Chickpea-Orange Salad

1 large can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
1/2 sweet onion, diced fine
3 oranges, sectioned and each section cut in half
Half a cucumber, ( Read more... )

For my derby peeps, a little bit of ancient filmstrip fun. I feel an icon coming on! For someone. Not me.

For anyone who missed this, the latest I've heard is that the professor got canned after the media got hold of it. For those who don't feel linkish, here's the gist:

CAIRO--Al-Azhar University, one of Sunni Islam's most prestigious institutions, ordered one of its clerics Monday to face a disciplinary panel after he issued a controversial decree ( Read more... )

I've just been wondering: How often per week would you say you get stopped and asked for directions?

It's the world's biggest tea party, and you're invited!

The video has music, so if you're at work, you've been warned. But even with the mute on, it's pretty disturbing. Their eyes ! So big! Their manes! So long!

Friday I watched my friends belly dance to rock music, followed by more friends playing their own rock music while a guy dressed as a dolphin cavorted around the stage. Afterward, ears ringing, I made my first ever drunk-dial (unless you count calling my mother on New Year's Eve). But you know? I don't regret it. The message may have been a little ( Read more... )

I ated too much foie gras.

Soooo full. So. very. full. Urp.

And yet sometimes the brain needs a few minutes to goof off. And when it does, oh, McSweeney's, you little scamp, you always seem to provide me with all the goof I need. Hee! Perot! Remember him? Good times, good times.