I should know better

Really, I should. I've been hanging around these interwebs long enough to know that comments areas are toxic wasteheaps that should be avoided at all costs. And yet, lured in by a couple glowing, happy, positive comments right up top, I went there.

So here's my rant for the day.

Dear Asshats:

The people of Fargo/Moorhead/surrounding areas have done and are doing a remarkable thing. The number of hours of backbreaking labor they've put in, the good spirits we've been marvelling at in the face of all this, the leadership, the astonishing volunteer response, these are all tremendous.

But every single one of you who took their accomplishment as an excuse to make snide, racist, classist, and hateful comments about the victims of Hurricane Katrina need to sit down and take a big dose of shut the fuck up. What do you keep in that void where your empathy and awareness of fellow human beings as fellow human beings should be? Never mind, I don't want to know.

Kitchen toys!

I am one of those people who cannot poach an egg. I've read all about achieving the proper level of simmer, the vinegar, the whirlpool method, it doesn't matter. My eggs separate and end up looking like a yellow jellyfish with dozens of opaque white tentacles. So these silicone egg poachers that I just bought make me really, really happy.

So did the eggs benedict I made to try them out. Used crab instead of canadian bacon and made my own hollandaise that totally turned out this time. New toys + sense of accomplishment + deliciousness = very happy Pusher.

Behold my geekiness, and TREMBLE!

Or: Why I shouldn't have weekends with no plans.

Here's how I spent my afternoon: the new and improved scale model of my front yard, complete with green construction paper Xs indicating my new plan for a whole lotta shrubs.




The black briefcase in the back is the same horizontal dimension as the house (well, within a half-inch anyway). The little brown circles are stepping stones.



...Don't worry, I'm pretty sure it's not contagious.


p.s. Sorry about the blank post earlier. I subjected y'all to my morning sense of humor, then thought better of it, but didn't know how to delete the post and was too foggy to figure it out.

Target

The Wednesday before this past one, I went to Target during my afternoon break and ran into Syl. Yay!

This past Wednesday, I went to Target during my afternoon break and ran into Veggie. Yay!



...I may be developing unreasonable expectations for Target on Wednesdays.

Good day

The snowstorm Thursday meant an unexpected last chance for cross-country skiing, so we took advantage of it by heading out to the Arboretum. Really beautiful. Bright sunlight, wooded trails, good snow and lovely views pretty much every time we stopped to look around. Extra bonus: the orchid exhibit they had going on. So very cool.

This was followed up by some woodworking on Puck's part and a nap on mine. Mmmm, naps. Then we went to dinner at friends' followed up by lots of Rock Band, wine, and white russians. Yum.

Now it's 2:30 in the morning, and I totally know the answer to The Dude's musical quiz, but I feel like maybe I should give other people a chance to answer. But then I think, hey, I'm up at 2:30 in the morning, I'm going to pay for this unfair advantage tomorrow, might as well take advantage of it. What to do, what to do?