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Oh my but do I have stories for you, kids. Right now, however, I have a headache, I need a shower, and I need to head to Artomatic for a manager’s shift. Artomatic is closed to the public now. Only participating artists are allowed in the building right now and they must show ID. Photo ID. Legal photo ID.
I finished the Sunkist Cardi today, after it dries and I sew the button on it I’ll post pictures. I don’t think I’ll take any knitting with me tonight. It’s too hectic to sit and knit while I manage and I really don’t think I should have sharp objects while I’m there. The temptation would just be too great. I’m pretty sure there are only so many times you can tell a grown man to get out of the dumpster before you completely lose it.
In the meantime, why don’t you check out the remarkable comments spawned by a post Ta-Nehsi Coates wrote about Mayo v Miracle Whip over at The Atlantic. It’s fun.
Ray's Hell Burger
I was both relieved and disappointed that my lunch meeting at Ray’s Hell Burger got postponed at the last minute on the same day the President and his Trusty Sidekick decided to drop by for lunch. The Daily Show coverage of the coverage is pretty funny:
The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | M – Th 11p / 10c | |||
Where’s the Chief? | ||||
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The segment about Nixon and the burrito is funnier. Glad I realized they’re broken up into separate clips.
The Daily Show With Jon Stewart | M – Th 11p / 10c | |||
Nixon Has a Burrito | ||||
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Samer, reports that the line tonight is outrageously long and snakes all the way out the door. No surprise there. Not bad for a place with an unofficial name and no sign out front. (Is there a sign out front? There didn’t used to be).
In unrelated news, if my phone rings one more time tonight I swear to god I’m going to smash it with a hammer. I’ve turned the ringer off my cellphone but I’m going to have to unplug the landline, too. It’s really the calls coming in on my call-waiting that drove me over the edge. Why do people call 4 or 5 times before they leave a message? If I can’t take your call, I can’t take your call. That’s why I have fucking voicemail. I figured out how to turn call waiting off on my cellphone and I believe that alone lowered my bloodpressure back down to it’s normal sluggish levels.
Crazy weekend
Between Artomatic registration opening and well, life in general, the weekend went by in a whoosh. Husband and I took Saturday afternoon off to have a leisurely meal at Cafe Saint-Ex, wander the U Street area, snicker at outrageously priced furniture, bar hop a bit, visit the record store, not get cupcakes because it was too crowded at Love Cafe, and discuss the origins of head cheese and Scrapple, but overall the rest of the weekend was pretty hectic.
Plus, our Interwebs have been busted at home and it’s making life unnecessarily complicated, what with him being a Podcasting Rockstar and me being a Blog Goddess.
Luckily, we watched all of the Brawndo Powerthirst “ads” so many times last week that we can just randomly yell key words or phrases at one another and set each other off in fits of hysterical laughter, punctuated with episodes of chortling (him) and the occasional giggle-snort (me).
Fortunately, last night we had a few minutes of functional Internet access. Unfortunately, we’d been drinking margaritas at the Taqueria with Samer so we wasted our precious window of connectivity playing all of the Brawndo videos for Samer. Fortunately, he found them as funny as we do.
It’s boring here at the Library. Maybe I should migrate over to Buzz. They have free wifi and cupcakes. And I am reading about bees today…
It's not that I'm ignoring you
I’ve had critical meatblog business to attend to lately. Serious business, is meatblogging.