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Siobhan is probably busy with finals and whatnot, being a college student and all. Boss Kenny called the other day and asked if he could fill in this spot while Siobhan was taking a break. I told him no. Then he sang to me. To the tune of Lady, of course. "Siobhan The Coworkers They can go for hours on end discussing database issues. Hours. I mean really. Any database - even the largest, most complex and interesting database - only deserves about five minutes discussion, tops. Not cool.
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12/06/2000 Cute Harold Just so you'll know what all is going on: I'm Cute Friday night, standing outside the building and waiting for Sonya, I got the smile and the mouthed "hi" from, like, three different girls. I didn't look spectacular, either: baggy khakis, a Mamma Mia! t-shirt and a black jacket. I was standing under a streetlight, though. Perhaps the lighting was very flattering. And then I was in line at the bank on Monday. This guy - a shaved-head, multipierced alternaguy - kept giving me what appeared to me to be the "do I know you?" look. I looked back at him to see if I did know him and he gave me the "hey cowboy, let's have a weekend of anal sex" look. So. And later that same day the chubby, purple-haired girl at Virgin was exceptionally sweet to me as she helped me find some movies for the family. I was less well dressed Monday, if that's possible: dirty jeans, a green fuzzy pullover, glasses and unwashed hair. Honestly, I don't get it. Shopping Monday was my day off, so I cleaned the house (using a blowtorch and a leafblower - efficient and fast) and went Christmas shopping. Books and movies from Virgin, jewelry from Macy's. That felt very Big City: I went Christmas shopping at Macy's! I also got some groceries. While I got the extras that go with pork chops (scalloped potatoes, in particular) I forgot to buy the pork chops themselves. I'm an idiot. Oh yeah...the local WB affiliate has its offices in the New Orleans Center, where Macy's is also located. I walked by their windows and saw these bigger-than-life standees of Buffy and Angel. I started humping and licking the glass, figuring that would make them give them to me. Instead, they called mall security. I'm Sick Monday morning I woke up with one of those really horrible sore throats. You know the kind I'm talking about? The kind where it's like you went out to the grill, poured half a bag of charcoal on the grate and doused it with lighter fluid. You let it sit for a while and then light it. After about thirty minutes you go back, pick up one of the glowing hot briquets with some tongs and eat the charcoal. That's how my throat felt Monday. But I kept on moving. Yesterday I woke up feeling profoundly shitty, my voice a croak. I got up, called in sick and hit the couch. That was Tuesday. It's not so bad today, though I'm playing the runny nose/cough/sore throat trifecta. I can deal with all that much better than the Throat O' Fire. This, for me, is a normally progressing cold. That's a problem. A normally progressing cold for me usually progresses into bronchitis or a sinus infection. My respiratory system is frail, I suppose. But I've quit smoking and we don't let people smoke in the house any more, so I'm hoping that maybe this time I can just have a cold that goes away in a week or so. It has to; I've signed up to run a 5K with some coworkers this Sunday. I won't get to run much between now and then, but I've been doing one to two miles daily here lately - I should be good enough. Good Chili - Burned Tongue Sonya made chili for me when she got home last night. I realize in many parts of the country chili is all about seeing how hot you can get it, but in the Delta where my people come from chili is a hearty, cold-weather food. Is it spicy? Sure, but the priority is that it be filling and tasty. Chili is not a macho spice thing. Sonya makes an especially good version of this, and very simple, too. Ground beef, tomato sauce, onions, beans, chili powder. Add hot sauce to taste. Yummy. Sonya's family also has a tradition of eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches with their chili. This may sound odd to you, but not me. I believe in combining disparate foods and hell, anything to do with peanut butter is good. This, in particular, is a very satisfying meal. I recommend it. So I blow and blow on my first bite of chili last night, and while the outside was cool the inside was as hot as the aforementioned briquet. Now my tongue has that weird, coated kind of feel burned tongues have. But who cares? I've got a cold anyway. |
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