W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> Moi, Toi, et VoI: March 2009

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Ernie Snoring vs. 90210.

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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Paging Dr. Freud

Last night I dreamt I had an exam on the album Revolver for a music class in an hour and I was 45 minutes away from school in the suburbs. I didn't realize I had a test because I missed a bunch of classes, so obviously I didn't study. I don't know why I went out to 'the suburbs' (nothing more specific than that), but it was freakin' tense when I realized I had this test and didn't know shite about it. I was f*cked!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I Have No Excuses, Pathetic or Otherwise.

Sorry, I just have not felt like blogging much lately. I'll fill you in...

Remember the "I pretty much fucking hate you." interpersonnel issue I've been having at The Canary lately? It has been an ongoing thing for the past week or so and let me tell you! ...in a tiny environment where communication and positive chi are absolute necessities, a catfight (more of a pounce, really) is an emotional drain on all involved. BUT! I think we are all on the right track again and everything is pretty much back to normal. THANK THE GOOD LORD BECAUSE I HATE HATING GOING TO WORK IN THE MORNING. Praise Be! Hallelujah! We're all adults again! Yay! Ok, next!

SFG and I went to Boston to visit my ye olde friend Camille and we had a lovely time. Ernie and her dog got along smashingly. And then we went to see Moz at the Academy of the Arts because a friend of Dax gave us her tickets! Nice. The show was pretty damn good. A-, I'd say. Much better than the Mann last year. Maybe because the tickets were free? Nah, he opened with This Charming Man and you can't get much better than that. Didn't go off the deep end playing from Refusal either, which was nice because I don't know the album though critics say it's up there with Vauxhall (Nuh unh, no way Jose!). Even SFG enjoyed the show; he was particularly tickled by the myriad men who kept jumping on stage to grab at Moz. It re-whetted my appetite for live shows. Franz Ferdinand is coming to the Electric Factory on May 6 and I wanna go. Any takers? I'm buying. SFG has branded them "obnoxious and abrasive" though he concedes the new album isn't so so bad, but he still doesn't want to go.

Ok, I think that is it for now. I am incredibly boring. Nothing much else new on the homefront. Indian food is on it's way and I must prepare! TTFN.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

test post from the blackberry

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Dress!

Champagne satin, white polka dot tulle peeking out from skirt.
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Friday, March 13, 2009

Sturm und Drang.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a scone cutter!

Having discussed my Beer Garden plan with Baker #3, I decided it probably wasn't the best option, so I told Baker #1 that she needed to talk to Baker #2 and work it out.

Three minutes later I find out that Baker #1 started this conversation with "I pretty much fucking hate you." Things deteriorated from there.

Am I the only one who thinks Bruce Jenner is walking dangerously close to the Michael Jackson-nose-about-to-fall-off line?

Is Judge Judy getting surlier lately or is it me?

Field trip to the Creationist Museum, anyone?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Discussions of a 601st Post (alt. title: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly: You Decide.)

I think I may have finally perfected my mac and cheese. I have been working on this project for years and it's just never quite right. In My Utopian World, mac and cheese is adult-oriented and multi-cheesed (equal parts triple creme, a sharp cheddar, with noticeable pinches of something blue (Montagnolo, Blacksticks Blue) and something funky yet approachable and British (Gloucester, Leicester, Cotswold)). The pasta and cheese should not be dry or gummy, but smooth, rich with a cheesy finish with no curdling (that's the chunky grit you get in improperly baked specimens). It may or may not be made with a roux. The product should be baked and have a crunchy yet not too thick skin, preferably with breadcrumbs. Bacon and dijon are always nice touches. However, any vegetable or flavor accoutrements should be thoughtfully-placed grace notes that accentuate the cheese and pasta, and should never ever take center stage.

This current iteration, baking as I write, contains onions, portobellos, and sundried tomatoes. It has five cheeses, and is topped with bread crumbs and slices of bacon. I will let you know if it turns out. I'm holding high hopes for this one because I've added a secret ingredient: one can of Campbell's cheddar cheese soup, mixed with sour cream, whole grain mustard, chili flakes and lots of black pepper. I'd open the oven and tell you how it's coming along right now, but Ernie is sitting in front of it enjoying the radiation right now and I can't disturb him.


I was riding my bike home today and a 15 year old boy screamed "Hey! Your thong is showing. HEY. Your Thong is Showing! HEY! YOUR THONG IS SHOWING."

At least I can still get their attention.

Bad or brilliant idea? Two of my bakers do not get along. The tension is fierce. Tomorrow when they are both working, I plan on sending them to the Beer Garden with $20 for 30 minutes to work out their shit. It would work with guys mos def. And seriously, I have not interest in playing drama ref, so why not, seriously?

Monday, March 09, 2009

I Have Survived.

The Flower Show is over!

Every year, Philly and The Circus is bombarded by busloads of middle aged suburban women who come into Center City (hang tight to your handbags!) to attend the annual Philadelphia Flower Show, supposedly the biggest, most extravagant flower show in the world.

For eight days straight, The Circus is an absolute zoo. It is so crowded that the Circus regulars avoid the joint, so for the meat and produce shopkeepers, it's a wash, but for those of us who sell prepared food, candy, cupcakes, and other high calorie, 'luxury' items, it is a gold rush. You can make in one week what you normally make in a month. It is amazing. And exhausting.

Those Red Hat Society ladies know just how to push one's buttons:

"Is it fresh?"
"Is it fresh?"
"What's your favorite?...umm, no...I want the..."
"Is the coffee fresh?"
"Can you cut this brownie in six?"
"Half decaf, half regular, 3 splendas and skim milk."
"Is it fresh?"
"I need four forks and knives to share our cupcake."

And let me tell you, middle aged suburban females are not healthy tippers.

But we Canary-ites have survived and are all the stronger for it. Hurrah!