July 20th, 2005

The gentleman is always properly dressed

The power of tasty

I am quite pleased that I'm gaining proficiency in the crafting of (basic) cheese. Even more so that I'm able to trade cheese for things like pie. I now have a key lime pie AND a touch of fromage blanc at my house. That, quite simply, rules.

The Sputnik grill is already proving to be a sound investment. I'm not sure I can yet claim 'cue fu, but there's been enough tasty coming away from the firepit that dinner has been extremely satisfying. So far, I've made obeisance to National Sausage Month (even though that's technically October), made some not-quite-spicy-enough jerk chicken (I'm so doubling the scotch bonnets for the next go), and fired some peaches, pineapple, and plantain as enders. I've got my eye on a tuna steak for tonight.

Now, if I could just get up the motivation to bottle some beer.
The Epicure

A few thoughts concerning UN-attractive geekery

I'll be the first to admit that I tend towards geekery... of all sorts, in fact. There are plenty of opportunities to use a bon mot from film or television in the face of the absurdity of modern life, and nearly as many that can be reduced to metaphor using what's become our mythology. What allows me to function as a Real BoyTM, however, is a recognition of when it is not appropriate to do so. Under normal circumstances, there really isn't occasion to quote Harvey Birdman when discussing finances with senior management, just as it's usually inadvisable to make Star Trek references when attempting to secure a bank loan. (Alright, maybe others can get away with things like this, but if you do, you are either far more clever or far more subtle than I am. I salute you.)

One thing that you should definitely NOT do is to respond to your housemate who is asking you about your bounced rent check by saying that you're feeling a lot like Lando Calrissian aboard the Millennium Falcon as the HeroesTM attempt to escape from Bespin. Doing so is just inappropriate enough to warrant not even a shred of patience. Following that up with, "It's not my fault! They told me they fixed it!" (same source) is equally as lame, and rings hollow in the face of your known habit of living well beyond your means.