Friday, April 08, 2005
Stuff and Nonsense
Here’s the thing: I have some essays written up, and more ready to write - all too wordy for today, there’s neither time nor energy for sustained thought. Ergo:
* I was getting into bed last night when I noticed that it had rolled away from the wall. I walked to the foot of the bed and pushed it forward with my shins. Kel stepped in and burst into laughter. I asked her phlegmatically (I am still shaking that cold) “what’s so funny?” She replied, “the naked thrusting is pretty good, but the fact that you’re doing it in front of an open window is what I find so amusing.”
* Please help settle a household controversy: A few years ago I picked up a pork tenderloin that came packaged with a sticker with a little cartoon figure on it - a personified meat thermometer wearing a hat and a broad 160-degree (f) smile, and the cheerful legend, “Thermy says, it’s safe to bite when the temperature is right.” So I peeled him off and stuck him to a cabinet next to the oven where he’s been grinning down on us ever since, my patron saint of roasted meats. Well, last night I was unwrapping some broccoli for supper when I noticed that it had come with a white plastic tag that had printed on it in blue, on one side, “you. me. dinner”, and on the other side, “Hi. I’m your broccoli. I’d like you to meet a friend of mine,” with a reference to a broccoli-themed health web site.
I think Thermy‘s weirder; Kel votes for the broccoli tag. The question is open for discussion.
* We saw Elf Pimp strutting out several months ago on Clement - all wide cuffs and lapels on his purple and pink velvet suit, flared trouser legs and oversized buttons, a robin-hood style hat and long, sleek, ronin hair; it was Legolas’ mack daddy suit for sure. Well, we finally found him a girlfriend last week on Geary - cellfone fairy waif, a spectrally-slender young woman in an outfit made of a dozen or so diaphanous scarves that draped over her and each other into a wispy, nebulous form. Her legs, emerging from the puffball of garments she was wearing, were very thin, and her cell phone seemed to shine right through her cheek as she jabbered in russian. Her boyfriend seemed a bit embarassed to be seen with her in that outfit in public. But Elf Pimp would have known how to handle her....
* The old crepe place is now the new asian dessert place, and they’ve got some freaky stuff for my mouth to play with. I got #45, mango cubes and mango jelly with mango and coconut juice, and it was delightful; but they make things that they call dessert there out of bird’s nest and crystal snow, which sounds fine til you learn that crystal snow is 4% frog fat. The place is part of a Hong Kong chain, tastefully decorated, well-patronized, with plenty of items on the menu I’d be interested in trying. Frog fat aside, I like the gelatinous shake-based asian desserts. Hey, at least I can admit it.
* Seen on a small piece of paper taped to a street sign post: “I ♥ people who are just as obnoxious and hateful as they always were but now have big glasses and ironic clothing because for the moment people are wearing shirts that say I ♥ dorks.” Beneath that, a link to http://www.ingredientx.com, an amusing site to which I do not seem to be able to make a link this morning. This all went well, I thought, with the graffiti on the local KFC/Taco Bell “double-bypass special,” that reads “LOL! OMG.”
And I think that ought to be enough of a brain-dump to let me concentrate on getting through my week. There’s only 20% of it left, after all… and this weekend might have some good dining experiences to report on come monday! Till then, keep your fat on your frog and I’ll see you next week....
