October 20th, 2004

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Loads off my mind

Got a good solid ten hours of sleep last night after watching the fifth episode of Ai Yori Aoshi: Enishi (oops - thought it was the first season) and part of Please Teacher - the episode I'd seen at MinneTokyo a couple of months ago, but that's okay.

This morning I got up, got my jeans on and bagged up a couple of loads of laundry to drop off at White Way in City Center. Unfortunately it was at the far end, the Hennepin Avenue side, so I had to lug two bags full of dirty laundry the length of the place. People give you some strange looks when you're hauling your laundry along in a couple of plastic bags, and I felt strange enough already. I think the last time I had my clothes washed at a laundry was when I went through Basic.

Management fixed the ever-flowing toilet yesterday and also took the water-saving gizmo out of the shower, so it's not like having a leaky hose in there any more. Yay! Having decent water pressure in the shower is right up there with strong coffee in the morning - an essential part of waking up.


Amazing what a good night's sleep will do.
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Your moment of mokushiroku for today

Fanboys, femmefans, otaku of all ages, listen up.

Many of you are depressed and fearful. Quit watching the evening news and brooding over poltics.

Others are depressed and lonely. Life is like that. You can help youself by not lusting after bishonen and supermodels; the former are all gay and the latter have vacuum between the ears. Study the lesson provided to you by the unfortunate Wakaba Shinohara. She lusted after the extremely bishie captain of the kendo team, got him, and then lost him to a well-connnected witch from India, completely overlooking the childhood sweetheart who could have made her equally happy without all the heartbreak.

Yeah, we all want the hot-bodied, passionate lover who will sweep us off our feet and make our lives complete so we can drive off into the sunset together as the cool music plays. Unfortunately, that only happens in shojo anime and the movies, and sometimes not even there. Deal with it.
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A Gourmand's Survey of Twin Cities Fast Food, Part I

Before we get started on this, you have to understand the difference between gourmet and gourmand. A gourmet is heavily into unique foods which most of us have never heard of and wouldn't like if we did, such as Rumanian Goat Cheese-Stuffed Mutant Mushrooms or Baby Squid Cutlets Marinated in Serbian White Wine and Truffles. Gourmands like to eat a lot, and occasionally read the restaurant critic's column in the paper for a good laugh. Gourmets talk a lot about ambience, what chef is working where, and what wine goes with which meat. Gourmands are firm believers in the Plastic Chair Theory of ethnic restaurant quality and look askance at any place charging $20+ for an entree unless it either feeds at least 2 or involves a full rack of ribs. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a gourmand, as are most God-fearing rednecks.

We'll start with the fast food that made America famous: GUTBOMBS.
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