For those about to debate ...

Went to dinner last night with Kellie at Thirsty Bear, a cool tapas place in San Francisco. (If you go to the site, turn off the music ... it's as annoying as most MySpace pages ... lol)

Thirsty Bear also brews their own beers - several "regulars", and a few seasonal flavors. The Koslov Stout is my personal favorite (love its dark chocolate/coffee taste). If you don't know what you want - go for the 3 oz. taster for $.75. (Since I can't drink {a lot - I'm a cheap date like that} - the taster is good for me - better than wasting an entire beer that I'd only be able to drink maybe half of. That, or a few sips of Sangria, and I'm good to go.)

The food? Yummy. Of course, with tapas, it is possible to over-order - so the best way to go is to order two or three (depending upon the size of your group) to begin with, and order more later, if you feel so inclined. The cheese plate is especially good - the assortment tends to change, but manchego cheese with the fig preserves is a constant. Another constant is the port wine reduction - and onions in port wine sauce Excellent. And I don't particularly like onions!


Come to San Francisco, and we'll get tapas! (and beer, if you'd like)

Dear Cthulu Ann Coulter:

Fuck off and die, you bitter evil c**t.

Even conservatives are distancing themselves from you, running as far away as possible. The conservative bloggers are really thisclose to ripping you a new asshole. And I'd pay good money to see that happen.

Oh yeah, Henry Rollins' Offer is most likely still on the table.

Making a voodoo doll of you,

Some left coast near-leftist queer girl

It feels like I have a million things to say - but no way to really articulate them. :-/


First - I got a nice little stroke to my ego a few days ago. I'd gone to Hot Topic - mainly out of some morbid curiosity on my part - and yeah, to get a couple of buttons. Well, I did get the buttons I wanted - and the cute guy that helped me had given me one of their punch cards, that you get for spending at least $10. Nevermind that I'd only spent about $5 ... still got the card with a punch.

Next - apparently one of my beloved fandoms (CSI: Original Flavor) had a story posted by an author that seriously needed to be smacked down with a clue-by-four. There's nothing wrong with friendship fics in a slash-centered group ... but for the love of all that is remotely holy, please keep the anti-gay sentiments - and fics - out of our fandom! Do people *not* read the sign above the door that says "boys with boys - that's what we're about"? Yes, the author is entitled to their opinion - but when you try to make a story into your own personal political soapbox ... then you most certainly deserve to have the story taken down. No crying allowed - besides, there is no crying in Fandoms!

Third - Sangria. Total Nectar of the Gods. Best stuff ever - and quite dangerous for me. I could probably drink a pitcher of it, enjoy the nice buzz, and think nothing of it ... until the next morning, when I have a seizure that keeps me from going anywhere or doing anything all day. (Hello Saketini from a year ago - I'm talking to you.)

Finally - I have started to compile the soundtrack in Hell. The Veggie Tales singing lullabies would definitely be on a continuous loop. (I wish I were kidding ... then, I heard "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" decimated by those damn vegetables. The song is a psychic earworm. After that, I saw Zodiac and end up with Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" taking its place. Please, kill me now.)

I know, my past couple of posts were *strange* to say the least. Guess I just wanted to get the stupid out of my system, before getting back to "real entries". You know, my being a major nerd and pretending to be cool, badass and whatnot.

So, yes ... onto work stuff, and life stuff.

( Work, or 'I Love My Job - No, Really' )

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Life is going fairly well. I've decided that when I grow up, I want my hair to be the same color(s) as Gina Glocksen - one of the American Idol contestants. First, she's a cutie with a really good voice, and second - I love the chocolate brown with cherry red colors. Doing that, my hair would be the closest to my original color (mud brown) than it's been in over 15 years! (If that makes any sense.)

Speaking of "American Idol" - is it just me, or are the boys in that kind of mediocre mode again?

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Now, for something inspired by aeryn42. What is your favorite recipe? I've got two: Lemon Baked Chicken and Garlic Mashed Potatoes.

( Lemon Baked Chicken - Gets the Girl Everytime! )

These go really well with garlic mashers.
( Garlicky Goodness - Not for the Faint of Heart! )

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So, how about you? What's your favorite recipe? And would you mind sharing it? *asks very nicely* :-)

Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap, while it (and its 18 uses) works great for cleaning my piercing - especially after Provon Soap seemed to cause a possible allergic reaction - has the funkiest label. Ever.

This is how the label reads on my Lavender/Hemp Castile Soap bottle: Absolute cleanliness is Godliness! Teach the Moral ABC that unites all mankind free, instantly 6 billion strong & we're All One. "Listen Children Eternal Father Eternally One!"

( Clean, Must Clean! Everything Clean, Everything New! )

And this doesn't include "God Our Eternal Father" by Rudyard Kipling, adapted by Bronner.

Like I said - good stuff. Freaky-ass label. Talk amongst yourselves.

Dear Body -

I hate you. Hate you, hate you, hate you.

First, I get a lovely bout of bronchitis, which is half-assed responding to the Zithromax. Then, I try to sit down for dinner, and you declare anarchy. Fucker.

No love,

Me

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Dear Prilosec OTC -

Start fucking working already! I'm tired of dealing with the above. And I'd like to eat people food, dammit - not just mashed potatoes.

Really no love,

Me

The chestral funk going around has been spanking me pretty hard ... there have been nights that I'd be lying in bed, with my breathing feeling like the thumpa-thump of an obnoxious car with heavy-ass bass. Then, in the waking hours, I've been wheezing and whistling - and coughing like crazy, until my head friggin' hurts.

So, I'd reached a point where I was just sick and tired of being sick and tired - and I called the Good Doctor to find out if I should start the Zithromax again. Yes, I'm going to be taking the antibiotics again - and if I have any major problems (i.e.; the coughing and wheezing keeps me from sleeping), I'm supposed to take four Prednisone (yay! steroids) and call him as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I'm still wheezy and funky after the round of drugs, I'll be taking Predinsone for a week or so.

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In other news, I swear that Blender Magazine is trying to kill me this month. Anthony Kiedis in a plaid schoolgirl skirt on the cover. Pete Wentz in nothing but tennis shoes, a smile and his self-portrait (for the "Who Does _______ Think He/She Is?" section). Among other things.

Yes, I'm very easily amused. Is that a bad thing?

Yeah ... just when Kellie is getting over her bout of Martian Death Flu, I'm starting to develop it.

I want to spend all weekend in bed, sleeping and being angsty over being sick.

And I seem to be developing an earache ... in my pierced ear. Yeah, that'll make my "cotton ball soaked in warm sweet oil" remedy seriously fun. Mainly because my tragus is swollen (to where I can't even put the iPod earbud into my ear *pout*) and I still have to clean it twice-daily.

That's all for now!


p.s.: My fellow Mac Geeks users - how do I type foreign characters on the Mac? When I had a PC, I just had to hit "Alt" and the three-digit code on the numeric keypad. I'd like to have my umlauts back! Thank you very much!

Let's see ... what's going on, besides being a sick twisted puppy who is resisting the temptation of thinking the Bad Thoughts^TM about a barely legal Daniel Radcliffe (but what girl {or guy} isn't doing the same?) and eagerly awaiting the new Fall Out Boy CD ... because deep down, I'm apparently a 16 year old emo girl. (No offense meant to any 16 year old emo girls that read this. Really.) There's not too much to report.

So, I will just get on my soapbox for a half-minute here.

1) This rosacea business is for the birds. ( A little TMI for some ... so tread carefully )

2) I got pierced the other day. It was a "good girl's piercing" - my right tragus. I've got an 18ga barbell, with a ruby. Very subtle, but still a "risk" in my little mind. Once this heals, I want to get my left tragus done, as well as perhaps doing the (left) eyebrow.

Kellie was kind of upset with me, for going on my own - but it was a spontaneous decision, to go on that particular day. But, I've agreed with her that subsequent piercings, she's coming along. Anyways, it went surprisingly well, with my piercer, Eldo, telling me about everything that would be happening while he was doing the work, as well as what to expect afterwards. When I said that "I promise not to cry too much", he laughed and told me about a biker guy that came in to get an earlobe piercing ... and fainted at the sight of the needle, still in the packaging. (I didn't faint - and I was told that I did surprisingly well for a first-time piercing)

3) While I don't want to have Gay Pagan Babies^TM with him, Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy) is still pretty damn cool, in my opinion. This is "borrowed on a long-term basis" from The Advocate, in their May 10, 2006 issue:
( A liberal homosexual rally? Say it ain't so!! )

4) I am still a major dork ... and that's okay.

Dear Fred Armisen -

I want to have Gay Pagan Babies^TM with you ... especially after seeing this: The iPhone.

You are hilarious as Prince, and your Steve Jobs? *Love them* Ferricito, on the other hand ... oh honey, that has got to be killed. Eleventy million ways of dead. Please.

And did I mention that you in glasses = hotness? Really ... I've got a thing for emo boys.

So, you can make me laugh my ass off ... and you're probably not the most heterosexual man in the bunch ... so yes, let's make Gay Pagan Babies^TM together.

Signed,

Carly


p.s.: Ilan from Top Chef, same goes for you, Mr. "I'm not gay ... but I set off Gaydars at every turn" Emo Boy. And this photo? Yum. I'm so queueing up for Jewish Gay Pagan Babies^TM with you, too. (G*d ... it's always the (possibly) gay boys ... or the Jewish boys. So rare to get both at one time. *eg*)

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Someone help me get "This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race" out of my head ... all I hear is that refrain in my head. Damn you, Fall Out Boy! Damn you all!