It's a doll that screams nonstop in Arabic when you pull its string!

Tonight I was talking to this guy Matt I recently met about hard times and substance abuse, and we were agreeing that neither of us liked bars that much unless there was live music to make it worthwhile, and that drunk people were mostly a drag.

This woman Danielle I don't know too well and IndieGirl I talk to sometimes whose name I have never got straight suddenly thundered in and sat down with us. IndieGirl was hammered. She's always an entertaining high-speed talker. After drinking all day she's a loud, random, entertaining, high-speed talker. She had kissed the bartender at the last bar and was celebrating and/or agonizing over this fact. I made fun of her a little bit but she didn't mind. Meanwhile Danielle was explaining to me that her fortysomething boyfriend (she's an undergrad) wasn't the same one as before, and that she had traded the previous fortysomething boyfriend with kids in for a new one.

IndieGirl's phone rang and it was the bartender, who of course wanted to meet her after work. At this point it was 8 pm and she was so drunk that she kept repeating GOD I AM SO DRUNK! until I was repeating it with her. I told her that she would wake up at around 2:30 with a pounding headache, simmering nausea, and a soul full of regret and then the phone would ring and it would be the guy. She yelled GODDAMN IT YOU ASSHOLE YOU'RE RIGHT. She then drunk-dialed her mother.

All in all she was a pretty friendly and entertaining drunk. She high-fived me twice when I made fun of her. I should have manipulated her into casual, pointless sex. Why do I always think of these things afterwards?

Eventually they left to get into additional trouble. Fortunately Danielle wasn't drunk. Matt and I were looking at each other like: well then. Drunk people!

Andy gave updates on the babygrinder industry that as usual scared the shit out of me, and Cat showed up, and other people showed up who only show up on holidays. That was kind of cool.

I actually don't know what to do when I feel badly treated by someone, but I don't think it's really something that can be fixed, and it makes me want to fix it when that's not useful, and I can't get rid of the person or the situation or the feeling. Noticing that tonight made me realize that one thing I'm very bad at handling is crap situations in which there's nothing I could or should do. I feel a sense of misplaced urgency that's maddening when action would either be useless or destructive.

I'm a "make it better" person, I guess.

Los Primos makes one fucking great pork taco. Especially when you're not one of the two abusively stereotypical mortgage bro guys who keeps calling the Mexican guy behind the counter "my brother" as he asks for free stuff.

grumpsgiving

1. When, exactly, would you need USB powered warmed slippers? If you have no way to power slippers, won't your laptop battery die in 20 minutes heating your feet? I guess if you have only one power plug and the computer's plugged into it, and it's cold, because it's night and you're at the office and they don't turn the heat on, and. Oh well. Japan is weird.
   
   
2. The Aetheronomy (?) people don't like Wikipedia very much. This page is worth it just for the illustration, but the psychoceramica is also amazing.
   
   
3. In other net kook news, Jeff Eaton covers a shocking abuse of the media so well I chorfed my coffee.
   
   
4. Effect Measure points out that quarantines and restrictive measures are pointless if something like bird flu goes into human-to-human pandemic mode.
   
   
5. The Truck Muscle Asshole thing is over. OVER. PLEASE? No, they're still doing this stupid shit. We're going to Dude Ranch ourselves into the fucking Apocalypse.

soaking my bandanna while I stir

Successfully prepared the meal, which was: a 14 lb turkey, bread dressing, green beans, cornbread, gravy, cranberry sauce. Generally a success, with the following exceptions:

1. Meat thermometer didn't go in the right place, registered finished temperature too soon. Had to wing it by time.
   
   
2. When your circuit breaker trips while the rice machine is making rice, it doesn't recover. Despite having COMPUTAR MACHEIN in it that knows exactly when the rice is done, if it loses its place it refuses to continue when power is restored. Since the rice is now in an indeterminate state you've just ruined one load of rice. Suck.
   
   
3. Wine spill just as we were starting.
   
   
4. Forgot to serve cranberry sauce. Will eat it tomorrow.

All the food turned out perfectly, though. And I only yelled "FUCK!" once (#2).

Also, blueberry pie from local bakery (Sunflour).

Since I modified my diet to avoid death, two servings is a lot, so I was able to enjoy the meal without the crazed gluttony problem. Cooked about the right amount of food, too, so leftovers but not waste. With the exception of the rice. FUCK!

Cooking exhausts me, but pleasantly. I like making everything from scratch.