Yes, I had a drinkie or two tonight. I took the younger demonspawn and the red-headed stepchild out to Kappaya, and we sampled sushi. I detest seaweed, so I just nibbled at the edges of the seafood. The squid and the various fish flesh were not my cuppa, but the shrimp and octopus sushi (minus the seaweed part) was tasty. Anxiety ordered sea urchin, mostly to creep out Sierra, then wouldn’t eat it because she didn’t like the texture. I thought the texture was fine — pasty, but not bad at all — but it was just too strong-smelling for my preference. So I skipped the rest of the sushi and scarfed down my pot stickers and terriyaki steak. Then we stopped at Ben & Jerry’s. I has chocolate peanut-butter ice cream!
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That last sentence was brought to you by the cutest baby in creation, my godson Jonathan! He can sit up by himself, accurately stuff toys (and biter biscuits) into his mouth, and make baby velociraptor sounds now. And he’s fascinated by my tongue-piercing. Damn, little tiny kids are fun. They get annoying about the time they learn to run and speak in actual sentences, but they’re a blast until then!
Now I’m going to relax and try to enjoy my evening, as the rest of the weekend will most likely be obnoxiously busy and emotionally taxing.
My grandpa died early this morning, after a long fight with cancer and heart disease. He was less than a week from his 88th birthday. He and my grandmother had celebrated their 63rd wedding anniversary last September. He’s survived by his wife, a son (my dad) and 2 daughters, 5 grandchildren, and 7 great-grandchildren (I think…but I’m not close with my cousins, so there could be more). He served in the Marines during WWII. He was a blue-collar man his entire working life, the majority of which took place at a paper mill, but he lived with a serenity and gentle strength and dignity that made him seem noble.
And now for something completely TMI…
It is possible to develop some truly heinous body aches from doing too much housecleaning.
This made me giggle. This made me nod my head in agreement.
Once you’ve lived through enough winters, you can accurately smell the freezing point when it hits.
Watching Irish dance is way too addicting. It makes you watch more. And more. And eventually, makes you want to learn how to do it.
A snake that was thought, for many years, to be female can, in fact, turn out to be male. (And I could have done without the particulars in that discovery — particularly the part about learning, in unfortunately vivid detail, exactly what a snake’s penis looks like.)
Ancient spinning techniques are fascinating. At least to dorks like me (and Lyse). We are both in so much trouble.
The lid of a garbage dumpster can freeze shut. But if you’re mad enough, you can yank it open anyway.
I can’t figure out which of these clocks I like best. I’m leaning toward Clocky but I don’t like the color choices.
Winter gives me such a wonderful excusereason to be a homebody. And make lots of pretty things while I’m at it.
Despite the rain, despite the cold, despite the hellacious migraine yesterday — I am sooooo happy I could almost implode!!!
First, when I got home from work yesterday, I was so miserable that I texted Geoffrey to bring home food. Then I had second thoughts, and phoned him to say I’d meet him in the driveway and we’d find someplace to go have dinner out. We considered a few places, and settled on NoHo’s (which is good stuff, especially on a budget). But halfway there, we spotted a Japanese place I’ve driven past a zillion times, but have always ignored because I don’t eat sushi. But Geoffrey suggested we give it a go, and I figured they had to have something other than just sushi. So, on the spur of the moment, we decided to try it out.
Excellent call! The house sake was tasty, the entrees were delicious (and beautifully presented), the servings were generous, the price was quite decent, and the pot stickers were the best in the entire universe!!! It’s called Kappaya, it’s on SE Division & 33rd, and I plan on eating there at least once or twice a month. (It was so good, I was thrilled to eat there two nights running when Lyse & I decided to have dinner there tonight.)
But wait, there’s more! On the way home, I caught the barest mention of something on the radio that I’ve wanted to do for over a decade — which is a small miracle in and of itself, considering that I never listen to commercials (the radio is for music; I’ll turn the radio OFF instead of listening to anything that isn’t music). So I went home, fired up the Intarwebz, found the site to buy tickets, winced at the price, and dove in anyway.
And now for something completely TMI…
Apparently Netflix cannot be trusted to correctly label movies. After being impressed with The Cold Equations, I put a few more film adaptations of sci-fi classics into my queue, including A Boy and His Dog and 2001: A Space Odyssey. So what did I get when I ordered A Scanner Darkly?
A fucking cartoon! Nothing on the Netflix page for the movie suggested it was anime, at least not until you get all the way down to the bottom of the page, where they have the “member reviews” section — and who the hell reads those?! I wanted to see the film adaptation of a sci-fi classic, not a bunch of talking drawings moving on a screen. So I’m moderately ticked off and disgusted that I wasted a spot in my queue on that crap.
I may have rented some gawd-awful movies in the past (Roar comes to mind, being total and utter shite) but at least they were not cartoons. At least with Roar, I could tell that the acting was horrible and the storylines were garbage by watching real people. Cartoons have no substance, no subtlety or nuances, no chemistry between individuals, and no real interaction with the settings or circumstances of a scene. Face it, there’s a reason that cartoon characters don’t win Best Actor Oscars!
