I’m Thaiming You


We ordered Thai food for dinner the other night, and the time from call to delivery…16 minutes. With that kind of service, where’s the incentive to cook?

My signif is convinced we get special treatment because the restaurant recognizes our orders by now, AND he’s befriended the delivery guy. He says it’s not just that they’re fast but that they go out of their way to get to us first. All I know for sure is said friendship produces a ridiculous number of free sodas with every meal.

And even though we live on the edge of their delivery zone, we get our food in 16 minutes. 16. I’m not even sure how that works.

Blow pop


My hairdryer came this close to spontaneous combustion this morning. I’ve tossed it and already bought a new one. But a little piece of me fears it’s the haunted outlet and not the appliance. We shall see.

Not a Peep


So after several months of consuming both day and evening programming on a wide variety of channels, I am ready to defend my thesis.

Most TV is crap and watching it is the intellectual equivalent of eating nothing but bad Easter candy. It looks good on the shelf and no matter how many times you’ve had it before, you think this batch is going to taste better than you remember. But the minute you tear through the cellophane, the suckers go stale, and you’re left with the aftertaste of cheap, granulated sugar.

I convinced myself mid-run today that the only solution is to abandon the tube altogether. And then I remembered Project Runway Season 4 starts tonight.

And I like sugar.

Btw, reason #7584924875 why Google Image rocks:

You Don’t Know Jack


Now it’s hammers. And drills. Someone’s building a deck or a garage out back.

If you live in my ‘hood, you can lie in bed and play “name that tool” at 7:15am every morning.

I name the guy who decided it was okay to start construction before 8am.

UPDATE: The water workers just kicked in out front. I give up.

Fruit Loopy


I have no idea why I was looking up pomegranates online since I haven’t actually had one since I was, like, 8. But this site shows you the least messiest way to extract the seeds. In an odd coincidence, a friend on Facebook posted she wished pomegranates weren’t so tough to eat. So I sent her the link. She claims she’s got a crate of the things and is going to try the no-mess method and get back to me. I’m oddly excited to find out if it really works.

Once again, I clearly need a hobby.