recalcitranttoy | Sep. 5th, 2008

Sep. 5th, 2008

badmagic posted about how ridiculous an idea it was for McCain to be attempting to run on a "change" platform, and comparing him to an angora bunny. Given the amount of fluffy bunnies I deal with on a daily basis, I found that amusing, but then the evil ADD brain of mine switched into surreal mode, and remembered Saddam Hussein as a Southpark character singing about change. So I posed this to

badmagic's journal, but decided to also post it here so I can own my psychosis more properly.

( Sung to I Can Change )

*POOF* the week went by. And what a week it was. There were some high points, including a WONDERFUL Rude bringing me BRANSTON PICKLE from a trip to England. I lived off that stuff (the rest of the food was really pretty bad :-)) and still love it to pieces. Yay Richard and yay PICKLE!

Recalcitrant Child is back in school in her senior year. I find myself wondering about the world she will graduate into. The good news for her is that she has two relatively stable jobs that will hopefully continue. Her grades aren't really good enough for a great college, but she can always go to NoVA (where the "N" stands for Knowledge..yeah, it works better when it's not written) and then to a VA state school if that's what she decides on, WHEN she decides to actually toe the line and get work done well and on time, which is basically her only current school problem.

I've applied for yet more jobs, tried to come up with yet more marketing strategies for a small law firm, and have even accomplished some house cleaning. I've also had fun with rehearsals for Julius Caesar with our ever so brilliant director

chickenhat and a fabulous cast, wonderful crew, amazing costumers and everything :-). It's nice to be a part of something so cool.

No weekend plans thusfar. Had some but they changed and now either inertia or flexibility will win :-) Not quite sure which.

I opened it. The jar made a satisfying *pop*. The lovely scent that could only be described as PICKLE wafted forth. Putting a lovely hunk of sharp cheddar, a wonderful piece of italian bread, and a HUGE GLOB of pickle on a plate, it was off to lounge lazily in front of the tv for a short time before returning to more household chores.

The delightfully picikle like pickle taste can only be likened to more pickle. Pickle brings back so many memories of Ploughman's lunches at the Red Lion in the late 70s, in Arundel, West Sussex. Yeah, I do kinda miss it. It was a great time in my life.

Now, for all of you saying "English food is SO HORRIBLE that of COURSE you'd eat pickle," you're right! Late 70s early 80s English food was HORRENDOUS and so dismal and selection so sparse that I used to believe that all English food was fried, or boiled. For variety it would be boiled THEN fried. In Arundel we had pub fare, a couple of cafes with really awful food (I know, I was waitress in one), and a couple of supposed "gourmet" places that boiled things a little bit less and added more pepper. There WAS a Chineese restaurant up the road in Littlehampton, but if you didn't have a car it was kinda tough to get to. When I was living at the college I went to, the food was even WORSE with this horrible slop that the "chef" called curry being served to us. I went so insane at one point that I took the train to London just to have a damn Big Mac, and I don't even LIKE Big Macs.

Pickle was a port in the storm of badness. I still love it. And when you come see Julius Caesar pat Decius Brutus on the back for being so sweet to me.

Anyone who grooms birds knows that claws are very much annoying. You generally have to wrap up the bird in a towel so they don't bite like hell, have one person hold the bird, and another with a clipper and quick stop powder to stop the inevitable bleeding that happens when you clip the claws, regardless of what you do. It's traumatic for everyone.

The peticure thingit on a dremmel tool is wonderful. Boo Gold didn't do anything but look at me funny when I did her nails. YAY! Now she's trying to regurgitate for me. *eugh*