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lingonberry days
Sep. 13th, 2004 05:47 pmI forgot to mention the most bizarre sight of yesterday! Leaving Texpresso I found myself beside a brand new silver convertible, something sporty with an "M" on the back. This was not the bizarre part. That would be the specialty license plate which read "HENTAI." Now, I thought they were a bit strict about what you could write on your plates, even if you're paying for them. Clearly someone at the DMV doesn't know what the hell hentai is, and probably swallowed the line that it was a cute Japanese nickname.
I hate Mondays. The work is always rougher and there is the shock of being back amongst the hordes. At the behest of my lead, I informed my moronic coworker about a new website for searching aerial photography. Explaining the basic search process was taxing, as he kept forgetting what he was doing. Village Idiot explained that he huffed a lot of spray paint in his youth and it destroyed his memory. This is one of my coworkers? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Add the new knowledge that his head is chock full of metal plating, and I'm about ready to push him off the parking garage to see what kind of noise he makes if and when he bounces.
Grocery shopping was so much nicer at 2am. These days I tend to go after work, like the rest of humanity. I need to stop that and start going at 9 or 10 at night instead. Fighting my way through all those other people pushes me into a scary and aggressive mindset - I stare down yuppie women in tanker SUVS who would hurtle through the cross walk if I didn't step out right in front of their car, I risk elbows to the head by power walking people using their carts as battering rams and I feel a constant urge to start screaming at the middle aged men of all colors who follow me around.
The last time I went to the store, I actually forced a woman in a Ford Expedition to back the hell up. She stared at me with a frosty glare, but I kept smiling and waving her back. One of these days I'll get run over by these people.
HEB was out of the achovies wrapped around capers, so I settled for plain ones. I love salty little fish. They will taste delicious in my red pepper tomato sauce for the pasta. I also picked up some lingonberry preserves. I could believe Alan had never heard of them, and I suspect this ignorance must be widespread. So I wish to educate everyone about the lingonberry, and the University of Wisconsin Madison is the place to start. I found this lovely poem and picture, to encourage everyone to eat more lingonberries. They're kind of like a berry somewhere between a cranberry and a blackberry. I will eat my lingonberry preserves on buttery, flaky rolls.
I hate Mondays. The work is always rougher and there is the shock of being back amongst the hordes. At the behest of my lead, I informed my moronic coworker about a new website for searching aerial photography. Explaining the basic search process was taxing, as he kept forgetting what he was doing. Village Idiot explained that he huffed a lot of spray paint in his youth and it destroyed his memory. This is one of my coworkers? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Add the new knowledge that his head is chock full of metal plating, and I'm about ready to push him off the parking garage to see what kind of noise he makes if and when he bounces.
Grocery shopping was so much nicer at 2am. These days I tend to go after work, like the rest of humanity. I need to stop that and start going at 9 or 10 at night instead. Fighting my way through all those other people pushes me into a scary and aggressive mindset - I stare down yuppie women in tanker SUVS who would hurtle through the cross walk if I didn't step out right in front of their car, I risk elbows to the head by power walking people using their carts as battering rams and I feel a constant urge to start screaming at the middle aged men of all colors who follow me around.
The last time I went to the store, I actually forced a woman in a Ford Expedition to back the hell up. She stared at me with a frosty glare, but I kept smiling and waving her back. One of these days I'll get run over by these people.
HEB was out of the achovies wrapped around capers, so I settled for plain ones. I love salty little fish. They will taste delicious in my red pepper tomato sauce for the pasta. I also picked up some lingonberry preserves. I could believe Alan had never heard of them, and I suspect this ignorance must be widespread. So I wish to educate everyone about the lingonberry, and the University of Wisconsin Madison is the place to start. I found this lovely poem and picture, to encourage everyone to eat more lingonberries. They're kind of like a berry somewhere between a cranberry and a blackberry. I will eat my lingonberry preserves on buttery, flaky rolls.