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Am I the only one drinking beer in the shower at 7:15 on a Thursday morning?

I Am the Non-Intuitive Chef

Today I made chili and corn bread for dinner. It was not the expensive kind of chili, so I decided to jazz it up a little with some garlic powder, some crushed red pepper, and the rest of a bag of frozen mixed vegetables.

The mixed vegetables did not go over well with the fellow who lives in my house (who is this guy? he's been here for years...). We had a little discussion about not putting lima beans and carrots in the chili. I shan't anymore.

It made me think of a funny idea for a sketch, though: The Non-Intuitive Chef. It would be a cook who has no intuitive sense for what foods go together -- ground beef in vanilla pudding, barbecue chicken in cupcakes, Nutella in tacos. Lots of meat desserts.

I'm trying to think of several savory foods that would not go together, but I can't. Everything goes great together. This is why I put carrots and lima beans in the chili: they just seemed to go together.

Met(a)-Life

This morning I picked up poop in the yard while listening to lectures on particle physics and dark matter. I do this a lot, actually. De-pooping the yard is a great time to listen to lectures, as de-pooping does not take a lot of intellectual energy.

I love doing menial things while thinking great thoughts. I love thinking great thoughts while doing menial things. I love the marriage of the carnal and the intellectual that is our human existence -- the twin struggles of living daily life and comprehending daily life.

Eek! A Mouse!

We have mouses. We also have terriers. So, sometimes, we have dead mouses. I have seen two already -- one on the living room floor, next to a buttercup stem from outside, which makes me wonder if he was brought in from outside (he was still twitching a little). I woke up this morning to one on the kitchen floor. He was fully deceased. Massive trauma. I removed his little corpse and found smears of mouse blood on the linoleum below. A little Simple Green cleaned them up.

Just now, I saw a live mouse run across the kitchen floor, right next to my foot, then into the living room. He or she escaped via the little hole in the southwest corner of the house. It was a narrow escape, though.

And the terriers remain full of energy and ever-vigilant.

Now, if I and my family were squatting in the walls of an old building, and there were some huge, fiercesome creature stalking us and picking us off one by one, I would do everything in my power to relocate, wouldn't you?

The mouses will probably come around to that conclusion sooner or later. Mouses are smart. They can run mazes and everything.

Es Lacht der Februar

PS: The plum tree outside my window is blooming. It is Spring. Life can begin again.

If It's a Horse, You Can Shoot the Fucker*

Slap a "The End" on the Fucker: Tips and Tricks for Writers

My book on writing. I'm planning it already. Have done very little writing so far, of course...

Thanks to my brilliant husband for the title.


*Thanks to my brother-in-law for that bit of genius.

Would Pauly Shore Do the Movie?

I was listening to a (stolen) Teaching Company lecture on Cosmology this morning on my ride home from work when I had an idea for a premise for a science fiction story:

A society of humans fly around the galaxy on a rocket-powered mini-planet. A little self-sustaining, self-replenishing biosphere. But small. Maybe so small that it has to simulate gravity by being disc-shaped and spinning at two revolutions a minute.

It would take years to get from sun to sun, even at speeds close to that of light. Many humans would live lifetimes without knowing natural sunlight. People of Dark Years. (Is night shift affecting me already?)

I don't know where to go from there. Maybe there's like a main guy and a hot chick and they hook up or something. In the biosphere. Traveling through space. And then maybe there's some aliens.

By the way, if I have a reader of this blog, you are welcome to steal this idea and write a book/TV series and make millions. You have my blessing.