Random Thoughts For The Week 11.30.05
So without further ado, here are some random cogitations...
*Souse meat, scrapple, and liver mush. Southern breakfast meat staples. Now, I'm all about some liver mush (or liver pudding), since my Grandmommy used to make it. And honestly, the name conveys more than a titch of vomitous rumblings, but its actually very good. As the good folks at Neese's say, It don't taste like pudding, and it don't look like liver. That said, I do not eat souse meat or scrapple. Those are the nastiest parts on a pig, ground up to make some sort of mystery breakfast meat.
*I haven't worked out in over a week. Stir Crazy, meet Sethro. Sethro, Stir Crazy. I don't want to put my body through any additional stress right now since I'm still feeling like complete ass.*Speaking of feeling like ass, as part of my cold/sinus infection/avian flu/URI/death virus treatment, the doc prescribed sinus irrigation. Has anyone ever done this before? Holy fuck. Imagine being nasally raped by Peter North, and then multiply that feeling by a factor of 7.2. This is not a fun process, let me tell you.
*If you're looking for any last minute gift ideas for ol' Sethro, here's a quick wishlist:
iPod Nano
Kenneth Cole Wool Peacoat
Crestron Adagio Audio Server
Pottery Barn Sumatra Bedroom Suite
HP Photosmart 8750 Printer
Trek Fuel EX6 Mountain Bike
A Date With Her
*George R.R. Martin is one of my favorite authors, and his newest book, A Feast For Crows is sitting on my coffee table. The problem is, I can't seem to find the gumption to really get started. I'm normally a voracious reader, so who knows what's going on. Maybe I'll pick it up again this weekend.
*FOF is using some rather transparent machinations to try and manipulate me into asking her if she wants to come spend the night. I'm not giving in. She did the same yesterday, and I acquiesced, albeit reluctantly. Not that I don't want to see her, but I like for it to be on my terms. Sure, I'm a selfish ass, but haven't we established that already?
*Finally, since I posted about the ugliest dog in the world earlier this week, I thought it only fair to give equal time to the cutest dog in the world. Specifically, the hellspawn that is Mr. Winkle. Don't look at his eyes too long folks, else you'll be mesmerized by his demonic gaze, and forced by his will to do unspeakable acts of depravity.
posted by sethro at 10:32:00 AM
6 Comments:
Good grief! You sound like such a baby when you are feeling a little sniffly. Go back to the gym at least, for God's sake (and ours). I think your body can handle it.
;-)
LG, in response...
1. Yes, we'll eat just about anything. Anyone got any pork rinds? (hmm, we Southerners are most certainly masters of utilizing every piece of the pig. Yum...SWINE!)
2. Perfect. I now have the approval I was looking for!
3. Find Mr. Winkle and kill him. You have your task. This message will self destruct in 10 seconds.
4. I'm still game. Let me know where to be and when, and I'll be there. Sans pants. Nnneeehhenneeh!
Keon, this is actually Spam's second cousin on its mother's side.
I just may have given you my sinus infection of ruination. Its that fucking strong to traverse The Internets.
(1)yes, (2)yes, (3)yes. And yes. I can be very charming when I'm sick.
Diane, have you ever known any man who didn't become a baby when a little sick? That said, this IS akin to avian bird flu, and I'm pretty sure that I almost died 4 times over the past week and a half.
Wait a second, you had porn star sex twice and you consider your weekend boring?
There is no pleasing you...!
Siryn, yes and yes. But it was with only one woman. Ha. I slay me sometimes. Actually, porn star sex is great, but the weekend overall was boring.
You're killing me...you can't just say "transparent machinations" with no further explanations...(and why am I the only one noticing the missing info?!?)
Datingirl, what I meant by transparent machinations was this: One, she brought over some cold medicine and chicken soup, then asked if she could stay because she was tired. Two, she talked on and on about how bad her day was, and how she didn't want to go home to her roommate. Oh, and how she feels more at home in my house, versus her own apartment with her roommate. Both transparent and machinations.
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